My system is three thousand years ahead of schedule

Cheng Guang didn't know that Old Dengtou had come and left again.

After practicing, he rested for a while, but Old Dengtou never came.

I couldn’t hold on to teaching once a day.

Cheng Guang shook his head and laughed, and had no intention of sending someone to invite Old Dengtou. After all, Old Dengtou was a strong man in the heavenly realm, a man who stood at the top of the world.

This kind of free and easy temper is not something ordinary people can learn.

The next day, Cheng Guang did not show his face except for meeting Lao Deng in the brothel.

On the third day, it was already the last day of martial arts teaching as agreed with Old Dengtou.

Today, at first light, Old Dengtou appeared in front of Cheng Guang.

His hair, which was already gray, looked even more messy now, as if he was thinking about something and couldn't think of anything, so he was scratching his hair in a tangled manner.

Cut your hair into this shape.

Old Dengtou looked tired, but also had a hint of excitement.

Because, he found that the artistic conception of Tiangang Starry shown by Cheng Guang last night seemed to be deeper than he imagined.

After Lao Dengtou got a hint of inspiration from Cheng Guang last night, he suddenly felt that his cultivation level had become a little better, and he quickly returned to his residence to catch this inspiration.

But this inspiration is like time.

The more you want to grab.

The harder it is to catch it.

Old Deng was scratching his head and head anxiously, he couldn't help but jump up and down a little, and his hair was pulled out into the messy appearance it is now.

Undecided, Old Dengtou planned to start from the starting point.

Carefully recall and understand Cheng Guang's practice process, as well as the artistic conception of Tiangang Starry that Cheng Guang understood.

Cheng Guang's Tiangang Star Dou was different from him.

The artistic conception seems to start from an original point, and during the explosion, many stars are produced.

This is something Lao Dengtou never thought of.

A small dot exploded...

Can so many stars be born?

Old Deng was puzzled and thought hard all night, but he couldn't figure out the reason.

But he vaguely felt...

This martial arts that Cheng Guang understood may be the right way.

Even though he now has his own Tiangang Xingdou cultivation method.

but.

If you can catch this glimmer of inspiration, you can get your doubts clarified.

It is very likely that his cultivation will reach another level.

After thinking for a long time, Old Dengtou decided to make a decision that went against his ancestors.

Go ask for advice first.

The day before yesterday, Old Dengtou taught Guang Wu by himself, but today he had to ask him for advice. For a moment, Old Dengtou couldn't figure out whether it was the world that was too absurd or Cheng Guang, the person who was too absurd.

On the path of spiritual practice, those who have mastered it come first.

Old Dengtou didn't care about that much anymore. It was just overcast, and the light blue sky was penetrated by a touch of orange-red. He walked in the sunlight and came to the front of Chengguang Courtyard and found Cheng Guang.

"Senior Deng."

When Cheng Guang saw Lao Deng's head, he smiled and said hello, which was quite respectful.

But Lao Dengtou waved and coughed, "Boss Cheng, you don't need to call me senior. I said, I don't care about this. You can just call me Lao Dengtou."

Cheng Guang heard Old Dengtou say this, so he followed Old Dengtou's temperament. He didn't feel any pressure when getting along with Old Dengtou.

Old Deng has an easy-going temperament, just like a real old farmer, so he doesn't insist too much.

He shouted with a smile.

"Old Dengtou, today is the last day. What do you want to teach me before you leave?"

Old Dengtou smiled awkwardly, then raised his eyes and glared at Cheng Guang, looking like he was asking for a beating.

"You kid, my old man's skills are the most valuable in Tiangang Xingdou. If your grandfather, Old Man Cheng, hadn't shamelessly begged me, I wouldn't have taught you."

As he said this, Old Dengtou sighed again.

"Your Cheng family's martial arts is too overbearing and relies too much on killing. If you want to reach the peak of cultivation, you will have to step on mountains of corpses and seas of blood."

"Your father was forced to learn, but when it comes to you, he won't let you learn."

"Old man Cheng treats your grandson much better than his son. Is this because of the separation of generations?"

At the end of the sentence, Old Dengtou started mumbling to himself again.

Cheng Guang burst out laughing when he heard this. He didn't know what to say and simply didn't answer.

After Lao Dengtou pulled Cheng Guang for a few more words, he wanted to ask Cheng Guang directly, but after all, the old man couldn't hold it in, so he simply coughed lightly.

"Boy Cheng Guang, try practicing Tiangang Xingdou in the courtyard. Let me see if your martial arts understanding is adequate."

Cheng Guang didn't think much. He first asked Qingluan on the side to prepare some tea for Lao Dengtou, and then went to the courtyard to start practicing.

He has already reached the first stage of enlightenment in the martial arts of Tiangang Xingdou.

He first took a deep breath, then moved his fingers, tracing the trajectory of the stars in the universe through the air. In an instant, the sand and stones in the courtyard seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and vibrated slightly.

Cheng Guang closed his eyes, as if feeling the rising sunshine, and at the same time immersed in his own inner world.

His consciousness wandered around the body, feeling the beating of every muscle and the conduction of every nerve.

At the same time, an indescribable meaning spread from Cheng Guang's body.

The artistic conception unique to the first enlightenment state of Tiangang Xingdou spread quietly.

Old Dengtou's eyes widened slightly at this moment.

He seemed to see a black dot explode on Cheng Guang's body, producing countless bright stars.

The stars are like children, surrounding Cheng Guang.

Suddenly.

Old Dengtou seemed to have seen Cheng Guang transform into a star.

Tiangang Xingdou, can you still regard yourself as a star?

Old Deng stared blankly at Cheng Guang, who was waving his body in the open space in the courtyard.

It was as if Cheng Guang had unknowingly opened the door to a whole new world for him.

At this time, every time Cheng Guang waved his hand, Lao Deng felt like he was hitting his old face.

I just feel like my old face is red.

In name, he is teaching Guang, but in fact, he is stealing from Guang.

To say that he was stealing from his master was not really a mistake. After all, he was still Cheng Guang's leader.

The path Cheng Guang took was completely different from the path he took.

More advanced than his, more powerful than his.

Old Deng suppressed the guilt in his heart and stared at Cheng Guang silently.

When Cheng Guang finished his practice and wiped the sweat from his forehead, he came back to his senses with some lingering thoughts.

It seems that I haven't seen enough yet.

"Old Dengtou, how do you understand my martial arts?"

"It should be considered normal, right?"

Cheng Guang took a sip of the tea handed over by Qingluan, moistened his throat, looked at Old Deng and asked aloud.