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"That's true. For a thorn like you, I should be worried that the Eldest Brother might be angered to death by you."

Dai Ze rubbed his chin, and said seriously.

"..." "F * ck off."

Feng Ling Jue rolled his eyes at him.

Dai Ze left in disappointment. Feng Ling Jue yawned, supported his chin with his hands, and fell asleep while leaning against the wall.

Suddenly, a white light flashed in front of his eyes, followed by a familiar white figure appearing in front of him. The figure's clothes fluttered, and it welcomed the cold and cheerless Feng Chen.

He was stunned and his head felt dizzy.

For some reason, he felt that that person was getting farther and farther away from him. Suddenly, he panicked, and by some strange accident, he reached out his hand and grabbed that person's clothes.

Immediately after, he slowly shifted his gaze down to the ground below him. When he saw Shen Qingchen, who he had pressed down on, his head immediately exploded with a rumble. His body stiffened, cold sweat flowed down his forehead, and a large portion of his back was wet.

Shen Qingchen's face was ashen, it was difficult to see how tragic this was. He stared fixedly at Feng Lingjue, who had pushed him over for no reason at all. He really wanted to see what this person actually wanted to do.

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Feng Lingjue swallowed his saliva without any backbone. Speaking of which, why did he push Shen Qingchen down just like that?

Forget about this, why was Shen Qingchen staring straight at him?

Shen Qingchen's gaze was somewhat intimidating, but Feng Ling Jue unnaturally shifted his gaze away. Both of his hands rested on the floor, and beneath him was the aloofly Shen Qingchen.

"Shouldn't you get up from me first?"

After a long while, Shen Qingchen finally broke through the impasse and said this in an indifferent tone.

Feng Lingju reacted. He was startled for a moment, and then, he crawled up from Shen Qingchen's body while chuckling.

"I fell asleep confused. I thought it was a beauty … "I didn't expect …"

Feng Ling Jue coughed dryly, trying to explain. Unexpectedly, Shen Qingchen looked at him with an indifferent face, and said indifferently, "Looks like you're just thinking about women, you can't even carve rotten wood!"

Feng Lingjue felt as if he had been viciously pierced by an arrow, and was rather injured. He then bent down to pick up the books that were scattered on the ground.

He had indeed made a mistake in this matter.

Shen Qingchen stood up, lowered his eyes, and reached out his hand to lightly brush off the dust on his body.

Feng Ling Jue placed all the books to the side, patted the book, and asked, "What are these things for?"

Shen Qingchen raised his head slightly, glanced at Feng Lingju, and then said lightly, "These are all scriptures to calm your mind and focus on. When you meditate here, you must memorize them."

Hearing this, Feng Ling Jue was stunned, and his eyes widened in disbelief, "You have to memorize all of this?"

Shen Qingchen didn't bother to look at him, and directly sat cross-legged on the prayer mat, closing her eyes, "Your aura is impetuous, how can you not memorize the scripture to calm your mind and focus your mind?"

Looking at Shen Qingchen's formation, there was probably nothing much to discuss anymore. Feng Lingjue looked at the pile of books on the side, yawned, and then flipped open a page, as he read weakly.

After being carried on his back for the whole day, Feng Lingjue's mouth was already parched. On the other hand, Shen Qingchen still maintained the appearance of an old monk in meditation, his body unmoving like a bell.

Feng Ling Jue started to understand why this man was the head disciple of Mount Kunlun.

Shen Qingchen meditated with Feng Ling Jue for a few days. Aside from eating three meals a day, Shen Qingchen would not allow Feng Ling Jue to leave. Shen Qingchen sat at the exit and said indifferently, "If you want to leave, you have to defeat me first."

With the current Feng Ling Jue having no chance of winning at all, thus, Feng Ling Jue gave up resisting and obediently stayed inside his Empty Chamber to cultivate.

He was probably the only one in the entire Mount Kunlun who was training like this.

After eating, Feng Lingju weakly walked towards the Empty Chamber. If it was just a bit late, Shen Qingchen would have gone out to capture him again.

"Feng Ling Jue!"

Dai Ze pounced over from behind, hooked himself onto Feng Lingjue's shoulder, and then shouted loudly.

Feng Ling Jue hadn't closed his eyes for a few days, and almost fell down to Dai Ze's pounce.

"When did you become so weak?"

Dai Ze laughed strangely, "Speak, did you sneak down the mountain to drink?"

"…"

Feng Lingju gently pushed Dai Ze away, his face expressionless. "Do you think everyone is like you?"

"Is that because of love?"

Dai Ze blinked his eyes and insisted on asking.

Feng Ling Jue couldn't be bothered to respond to Dai Ze, and continued to walk forward without saying a word.

Just as he was raising his head, he saw Shen Qingchen standing far away. He sighed and stretched his back, standing straight, he continued to walk.

"Tsk tsk, to be targeted by Eldest Brother is truly terrifying."

Dai Ze looked at Shen Qingchen and could not help but shiver.

Feng Ling Jue followed Shen Qingchen back to the Empty Chamber.

Feng Ling Jue directly sat down on the doorstep, breathing in the fresh air; he would definitely not be sleepy.

"You recited it?"

Shen Qingchen casually picked up a book and tilted his head to look at Feng Lingjue, who was currently seated on the threshold supporting his forehead.

"Yes."

Feng Lingju yawned. Although he did not like to look at these troublesome things, his memory was still quite good.

Shen Qingchen said indifferently, "I'll recite it."

"I've memorized it, so you have to let me go back."

Feng Ling Jue curled his lips.

"Yes."

Shen Qingchen replied.

Clearing his throat, Feng Ling Jue began to carry him.

The color is not different, the sky is not different, the color is empty, the color is empty, when you want to know." "The sariras are all kinds of magic that can never be created, never be destroyed, never be defiled, never increase or decrease.

After pausing for a moment, he shifted his seat and continued.

There is no color in the sky, no desire to know, no sight, no breath, no smell, no vision, no end, no age, no end.

"Without suffering to gather and destroy the Dao, without intelligence and without gain, without gain …"

Shen Qingchen slightly frowned as he stood up and walked out of the room. When he looked in this direction, he saw that Feng Ling Jue was fast asleep with his back leaning against the door.

Shen Qingchen was somewhat helpless as he reached out his hand to Feng Ling Jue. Suddenly, he stopped and then slowly retracted his hand, a wisp of flowing light flashing across his eyes. He laughed lightly, "Forget it, he can be considered to have settled down in these past few days."

As the sky darkened, a gust of night wind blew past, adding a bit of coldness to the atmosphere. Shen Qingchen lowered his head and looked at Feng Lingjue, his brows twisting and turning in a bit of hesitation.

After doing all this, Shen Qingchen left.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]