Repugnant Gateway

The familiar bronze door floated on the raised rock on the side of this unknown mountain. An Zheng couldn't help moving when he saw the bronze door. Behind each bronze door was his own passage.

An Zheng moved to the cliff side, his hand touched the bronze door, and the door slowly opened with a creak.

Just then, there was a strong breath behind him, and the speed was so fast that it was coming in an instant.

"What are you doing!"

The chase reprimanded.

An Zheng ignored him at all, opened the bronze door and walked in.

A fierce sword came behind him, and immediately came to the back of Anzheng. Anzheng still didn't look back. He swept back, and the sweeping force shattered the fierce sword directly.

The old man of the Bai family chased outside the bronze door and saw that the young man in black had entered the door. Although he did not know what the bronze door was coming from and what would be inside, since he was from the Bai family in the Baishan Mountain On the site, it is natural to allow others to enter.

He reached for the door and slammed it, and a powerful force on the bronze door directly flew the old man out.

The old man finally stabilized his body and was about to move forward. Suddenly there was a tumbling in his chest and abdomen, as if something terrible had been drilled in. The internal organs were so painful that he was unbearable. Came out.

"The Bai family is forbidden and cannot blasphemy."

The old man sipped his blood and wanted to step forward.

"The stuff here is your Bai family? If you dare to disturb me again, I will make the Bai family mine."

There was a cold drink inside the bronze door, and the bronze door slammed shut.

The old man had just rushed back to the bronze door. After hearing that sentence, there seemed to be a thunder burst in his mind. He didn't know how the other party's mental power invaded his consciousness.

He believes in his self-cultivation. The Bai family has not been involved in the WTO for tens of thousands of years. It is naturally used for spiritual practice to enter the country faster than outside practitioners. Moreover, the Bai family has such a long-standing precipitation, and there are naturally many things that can help people improve their realm.

The old man stood outside the door for a while, and finally dared not touch the bronze door again.

Within the bronze gate, An Zheng strode forward along the aisle, and there was a faint white light as if leading the way for him. As the white light walked straight forward, he quickly reached a very empty place.

When An Zheng strode into the wilderness, he was immediately in a trance.

This is a field that will not be forgotten for a long time. It is a large field of wheat. With the breeze, the field of wheat undulates like a wave, and the air exudes a fragrance of wheat.

This wheat is almost ripe, letting people involuntarily produce a harvest of joy, even if this wheat field is not its own, An Zheng also feels very comfortable and very satisfied.

He looked around, but there was no one in the wheat field. There seemed to be a melodious flute in the distance, and An Zheng immediately swept towards the other side.

After passing through this large field of wheat, I saw a river that was not very wide. It is strange that the water level of this river was much more than the ground, so the embankments built on both sides were very high and thick. There is a building under the river embankment with a simple style.

Indistinctly, he seemed to hear the sounds of reading, which was unique to young people, and the clear people seemed to see the leisurely swimming fish at the bottom of the river.

Going outside the building, An Zheng listened, and the children inside were reading a long poem with beautiful words.

"Come in, waiting for you all the time."

Someone in the yard is talking, and such words are not unfamiliar.

It seems that everyone in this bronze door is waiting for his arrival. This is a very strange feeling, it makes people feel unreal, and there is a sense of contradiction, but it can't resist denial.

When An Zheng walked into the courtyard door, he saw a middle-aged man in a book-growth shirt bending over the yard to fetch water. The entrance to the well was not very large, perhaps because the children who were studying here might accidentally fall Going down, there is a round stone next to it, which I want to cover when the water is over.

"you are?"

An Zheng asked subconsciously.

In this bronze gate is to contend for yourself, but you don't know which life you are.

"unimportant."

The middle-aged man raised his head and smiled at An Zheng. It was a person who seemed very comfortable. There were no edges and no sharp edges, but it was not the smooth temperament. He was like a warm jade. People feel comfortable, their faces make people feel comfortable, even the action of drawing water makes people think that it is the most reasonable thing in the world.

But An Zheng also sees it. The reason for this feeling is that this middle-aged man is not only elegant and elegant, but also because he does everything right, no matter what he does.

When the bucket was put into the well and the water was lifted up, it was just above the wellhead, that is, less than one centimeter. The middle-aged man moved the bucket horizontally, and never touched the wellhead. The bucket is higher.

For the distance he walked and the walking posture, An Zheng thought for a long time before he thought of the word reasonable.

Is justified.

"Wait for me for a while, the children are going to finish reading. I am afraid that they will be thirsty. I have to boil some water for them to soothe their throat."

The middle-aged man pours the water in the bucket into an iron pot, and then ignites the fire with a fire sickle. An Zheng can see that he is clearly a practitioner, and has the ability to easily boil this pot of water easily, but he does Did not do that.

"Do you want to drink?"

He asked back.

An Zheng shook his head.

"Sit down, I wiped the chair over there, before you enter the door."

An Zheng walked to the chair over there and sat down without talking. He just quietly watched the middle-aged man doing very ordinary things very seriously.

"I'm not your life. It might be wrong to say this, but it seems that I can only say that."

The middle-aged man filled the wood and sat down next to the stove, watching the gradually burning flame in the stove: "Actually, you get almost what you deserve. The reason why you still get the emperor-level Jiupin is not because of you. Not enough, but not enough time, no matter how strong you are, how talented you are, this step-by-step process ca n’t be omitted, it ’s just a matter of speed and slowness. "

An Zheng didn't understand, he felt that there should be some deep meaning in this remark.

"I can't give you any strength."

The middle-aged man boiled the water, and then carefully gave the children a cup of water, a total of twenty-nine cups, the weight of the herb in each cup was exactly the same, and it would never be worse. Accurate scales.

An Zheng didn't answer, just watched quietly.

"What do you find most difficult to master now?"

After the middle-aged man soaked the water, he walked to Anzhen and sat down, but instead of looking at Anzhen, he looked at the little guys shaking their heads in the room.

"You are contradictory."

An Zheng did not answer his question.

"Your eyes are already very good."

The middle-aged man laughed: "Yeah, I am indeed contradictory ... I have more power in my body than can be used in this world, but I dare not use it and cannot use it. This world looks like the most exquisite to me. The vase is not pretty, but my hand strength is too great. Although I love it very much, I dare not touch it. Even a slight touch will break the vase. "

Of course, what he said was not true strength, but his strength.

After thinking for a while, An Zheng said: "Punong is my first life. Although he can't practice, he found a way to practice ... Are you my second life?"

Anzheng calculated the time. After Purnon died, the three legendary emperor-level strongmen had not yet appeared. Emperor Yao should not have begun to practice. This person may be his second life, because he also has Purnon's indifferent temperament is not only indifferent, but also has an indescribable feeling, is it self-confidence? An Zheng was not sure.

"No."

The answer of the middle-aged man is simple and direct.

There is no problem with Anzheng, he just wants to listen.

"You forgot to answer me."

The middle-aged man reminded.

An Zheng remembered that the middle-aged man asked himself a question before ... what do you think is the most difficult thing to control.

In fact, this question is so big that the answers are so many. If it is erratic, you can answer that the future is the most difficult thing to control. If you are more erratic, you can also answer the fate. In fact, the most erratic answer is that you are the most difficult to control.

"time."

An Zheng suddenly gave this answer.

The middle-aged man laughed, and seemed to be satisfied with An Zheng's answer: "The order of time comes first."

The middle-aged man glanced sideways. The water for the children there has turned from hot to warm, and just at this time the children ’s reading stopped, and soon they saw the cheerful little figures. I rushed out of the house and consciously went to drink water one by one, as if that water was the most delicious thing in the world. There was no one left, and I had all finished drinking.

Ann nodded, and he agreed with the middle-aged man.

For practitioners, there is no order in space, because at a certain level of cultivation, destroying space has become a way for them to test their strength or other purposes. Creating space is an inevitable thing.

It seems to have guessed what An Zheng was thinking. The middle-aged man continued in a calm tone: "Space is also orderly, nothing more than big and small, and the order of time is nothing but fast and slow."

"The size of the speed is the most basic composition of this world."

An Zheng pondered for a while, then nodded: "Yes."

If the world is attributed to the most basic things, these four words, the size of the fast.

"Then do you think that size is related to speed?"

The problem of middle-aged men seems to be very strange.

An Zheng once again fell into contemplation, thinking about such a seemingly boring question, how fast or slow ... does it matter?

An Zheng did not answer, he did not know the answer.

"I just said that time order is the first order in this world, ranking before any order, so have you thought about it, how did space come and how did time come?"

Doesn't space and time exist naturally?

The middle-aged man seemed to feel the idea of ​​Anzheng again. He slowly shook his head and said with a smile: "Time must be named by someone, so it is called time ..."

Obviously it was very obscure and boring in one fell swoop, but An Zheng seemed to catch something suddenly, and there was a feeling of turning the dark clouds to see the moon.