"Not at all."

After leaving Yuyang Prison, Wang Guandao was indifferent and walked slowly on the street with his hands in his pockets, which felt quite lonely and desolate. For him, killing Shao Haiying and his son was not at all challenging, and he was too lazy to deal with these scums in normal times.

With his cultivation reaching this level, he rarely uses force to solve problems on weekdays, unless he faces some situations where he has to use force.

What he really likes is the dullness in daily life, rather than the days when he kills and bleeds at any time.

Before Wang Guandao came to Wencheng, he knew that the Yiyuan Society existed, but he came to study, not to be involved in society. No matter how powerful the Yuan Society is, it has no connection with him. Therefore, during the period of studying at Wenxing University, he had never had contact with the Yiyuan Society, and had never even actively contacted the Wu Alliance branch of Wencheng.

He is just one of the thousands of ordinary students, and there is really no need to contact those "big figures" with high power.

"The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop!"

Wang Guandao walked forward along the long street, walked wildly, and came to the edge of Dongyang Lake without realizing it. From a distance, the lake surface reflected the city lights. The strong wind blew, the lake surface sparkled, and the boats broke through the waves in the distance, which gave a unique and moving view.

Wang Guandao sat down slowly on a row of chairs next to the lakeside runway and took out a cigarette and lit it. The cigarette was unstable, rising and falling like water waves, with a strange sense of rhythm.

Gradually, his whole body swayed slightly, as if connected to Dongyang Lake. The lake water rippled, and the blood in Wang Guandao's body slowly rippled, shaking back to the water, and Wang Guandao's body was also shaking gently at an amplitude that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

His spirit fell into a strange state, his mind was like the clear surface of Dongyang Lake, reflecting the void in all directions. He felt that there was infinite essence in the world like rain, landing on the fontanelle above his head, gathering into the stream, injecting into the meridians in his body, slowly rinsing all the dirt in his body. Gradually, even the starlight in the sky seemed to turn into an energy, penetrated into the pores around Wang Guandao, traction on the star power, and washing himself.

A cold wind blew, and the lake surface was wafting, and the dead leaves flew around Wang Guandao, but there was no fluctuation in his clothes and hair. It seemed that his whole body had merged into the wind and became part of the wind. The breeze passed by his body and his hair did not move.

I don’t know how long it took, Wang Guandao woke up from a deep meditation, and felt an unprecedented sense of relaxation in his heart, and also a little surprised: “Why am I trapped in enlightenment at this time?”

When practicing, martial arts masters often encounter obstacles to knowledge and views, so they are trapped in a certain state and are difficult to make progress. Just like Buddhist monks, they are unable to be enlightened and difficult to be liberated.

He realized the truth by the lake, and when he woke up, he felt refreshed and had a clear mind. That was one of the few masters of cultivation who had encountered a state of complete emptiness and clearness. Some of the remaining fire and some slight undetectable secret injuries had disappeared.

Since ancient times, it is easy to obtain martial arts, but it is difficult to find enlightenment.

Some martial arts masters practice throughout their lives, meditate and regulate breathing, and can only occasionally enter such a state of emptiness and brightness under chance.

Wang Guandao has been practicing true energy from childhood to adulthood, transporting internal breath, and making courage and diligence. He is a martial arts genius, but he has never entered this state once. Unexpectedly, today, he killed people and observed the scenery, and his breath is in line with Dongyang Lake, and he naturally entered the state of emptiness of great silence.

"As a matter of fact, only by killing one's heart is so happy that it can't afford to kill the inner demon, one can achieve great peace and great silence!"

Wang Guandao sat on the row of chairs, quietly pondering what he had thought and done recently, and came to a conclusion: "Hidding one's strength is not a teenager! I am only eighteen years old, and being young and energetic is myself. Today, I killed Shao Haiying and his son, but I killed one through enlightenment and enjoyment!"

Since he came to Wencheng to study, he has been focusing on his studies and has basically never had any contact with Wencheng's martial arts alliance and superpower organizations. His initial idea was to deal with these people less to avoid affecting his normal study and life.

At this time, I realized the truth late at night, and my heart was bright. I found that my actions were actually too deliberate, but I fell into the inferiority. If you act, you act, and if you stop, you stop. If you act, you act, and if you act, you act, and if you act, you act at will, which is the right thing to do.

"If you encounter something in the future, it is better not to suppress yourself too much. You must not stretch your hands and feet, and you will lose your true nature."

Wang Guandao slowly stood up from the row of chairs, let out a long breath, and finally sorted out his thoughts, let out a long laugh, and walked along the lakeside road toward his residence.

It was around four o'clock in the morning, and the weather was cold and even the lake water near the shore of Dongyang Lake was frozen. Wang Guandao walked more than ten miles in the cold wind, took a few turns, walked forward with a shortcut, and then stopped next to a dark street.

This block belongs to the old district of Wencheng and is about to be demolished. Many families have rented houses in advance and left. Only a few families can still leave. The buildings are seriously damaged and few people walk on the road.

At this time, under the dim street lights, two groups of people were fighting with guns. The crisp sound of gunfire pierced the night sky, but was quickly blown away by the strong wind.

"Take the lady away!"

"The cell phone signal here is blocked and there is no need to ask for help!"

"Hahaha, you run away, see where you can escape!"

"Whoever is the last one of Zhang, aren't you afraid of punishment from the sect leader?"

"I'm afraid of nothing! If I'm afraid, would I catch his granddaughter?"

Gunshots were everywhere, mixed with curses, and a woman in a wheelchair quickly moved away from two groups of people.

The wheelchair she was sitting in seemed to be specially customized. She ran like a car, galloping out along the uneven street, as fast as a galloping horse.

"This little bitch is going to run away!"

"Catch her!"

Bang bang bang bang!

The gunshots became increasingly dense. The more crowded parties quickly chased the woman in the wheelchair, but the less crowded parties entangled. The two sides fought harder and screams kept ringing.

Wang Guandao took out a cigarette, leaned against a street lamp pole next to him, and looked at the group of people curiously, hoping to wait until they finished calling, so that they could cross the street and return to their residence.

The woman sitting in a wheelchair in front was getting closer and closer to Wang Guandao. At this time, Wang Guandao had already seen the woman's appearance clearly.

This is a thin girl with yellow and sparse hair, pretty appearance, thin eyes and long eyebrows. She is sitting in a wheelchair, operating the wheelchair with her right hand, but her left hand droops on one side, soft and slim like a decoration.

When Wang Guandao looked at the girl, the girl also saw Wang Guandao. The wheelchair was moving slowly stopped, and then a soft and crisp voice sounded from her mouth: "Are you here to catch me too?"

Wang Guandao shook his head and said, "I'm not, don't talk nonsense."

He held a cigarette in his mouth and said to the girl sitting in a wheelchair in front of him: "I'm just passing by, you guys are busy with yours."

"oh!"

The girl nodded, and the wheelchair that stopped started again, quickly approaching Wang Guandao. When approaching Wang Guandao, the girl's shiny eyes kept staring at Wang Guandao. Two dark tubes appeared under the armrest of the wheelchair, aiming at Wang Guandao like a gun barrel. It seemed that when something was wrong, the next moment, would spit out the tongue of the fire and shoot Wang Guandao.

Wang Guandao turned a blind eye to this, leaned against the street lamp pole, looking at the distant night sky, but thinking about some of the problems encountered in materials science these days.

Compared to the situation in front of him, he cares more about some of the experiments he will do in the past few days.

Professor Moletta's health has improved. With his permission, the laboratory can be opened to Wang Guandao and Feng Yuan again. After school starts tomorrow, some of Wang Guandao's ideas should be experimented one by one.
Chapter completed!