Not to mention those who open black shops will get bored, even Pan Long himself is gradually getting tired of this life of eating for nothing every day and being chased by others.

He didn't mind doing this occasionally, just treating it as a adjustment of life. There was nothing wrong with a little vulgar fun. But when it was like this every day, he gradually felt bored.

Especially when the black shop ends up, it is nothing more than a different way of destruction, which makes him feel that it has a meaning of "but this".

It would be better to follow his plan and directly lift the knife and block the door, and cut one by one, and just give these guys a try!

Bi Lingkong looked at his depressed and a little annoyed expression in the fire, and couldn't help but sigh.

"You are like, I don't know what to say," she said. "If you say you have poor qualifications, it must be a slander. Except for a few people like Ayou, I have never seen anyone with better qualifications than you. At least my own qualifications are not comparable to you. If you learn skills together, you will probably be worth ten or eight years if you study for ten or eight years."

"It's also great to talk about your character. It's obviously something you don't like, but you can endure it for so long. If it were me, I'd probably be able to yell and make a big fuss. I guess only Master can tolerate it more than you. The four words "do whatever you want" are, at least the first two words, you're very good at not learning it."

"But... you are also very capable of getting into a stubborn and always getting into a dead end and refuse to come out. I think there are not many people in the world who are more stubborn than you and you."

Pan Long smiled bitterly: "Are you praising me or criticizing me?"

"Well... praise three points, criticize ninety-seven points."

"So much criticism..."

"Who told you to spend almost half a year and fail to understand the most basic truth?"

Pan Long was speechless: "Forcing others to understand, that is what monks do. Senior, can't you be more realistic and teach me directly?"

"It's so shallow that I can't find it on paper!"

"I don't care about the 'final sense of 'shortness'. If I continue to understand this, I'm afraid I will go crazy!"

"I can't go crazy, don't worry!"

Pan Long had no choice but to continue learning.

But he really didn't know what reason Bi Lingkong would teach himself through this strange "internship".

As autumn gradually turned and winter came, he still couldn't learn the principles Bi Lingkong wanted to teach, but instead his painting skills improved.

At least... the portraits he drew were no longer so that even men, women, young and old could not distinguish between men, women, and young.

Although the painting he painted now cannot find the person in comparison with the portrait, at least looking at this painting can tell the person's gender, age... Oh, and species.

In other words, at least he has been able to draw a basic human appearance.

"I always feel that if this continues, maybe I will learn to be a painter..."

"It's nothing wrong with being a painter. Youdao is a craftsman who can't starve to death in the deserted years. If you have a skill, you will always be prepared for any trouble."

"Senior, I know a lot of skills, I really don't need to do this anymore!"

"It's not enough skills to suppress one's body."

The above conversation often occurs when Pan Long draws at night.

Now all day long, he probably only has a stable mood when painting. In addition, he is usually a little irritable.

Seeing that the black shop could not be eliminated, it made him very unhappy. He had to repeatedly stage boring scenes where he could not learn anything from it, which made him even more angry.

Finally one day, another black store was destroyed due to panic and anxiety. He drank two jars of poisonous wine from the black store in one breath and shouted: "I can't learn it! I really can't understand it! They are unlucky, they are irritable, and they are crazy. What does it have to do with me? The joys and sorrows of human beings cannot be connected. I just think these bastards are very annoying! They are so annoying that I want to kill them with one knife!"

Bi Lingkong laughed.

"What did you just say?"

"I said I wanted to cut them to death."

“The front.”

"I think these messes are annoying."

“The one ahead.”

"What does it have to do with me when they go crazy?"

"It's too early! The next sentence."

"The joys and sorrows of human beings cannot be connected?"

Bi Lingkong snapped his fingers: "That's right, that's it! You finally understand!"

Pan Long was stunned and was so angry that his whole body was trembling.

"I've always understood this!" He couldn't help but shout, "I can talk about the similar truth for an hour!"

Bi Lingkong shook his head: "You just knew this principle before and didn't really understand it. Until now, you have really understood it."

Pan Long sighed speechlessly, feeling that it might have been a wrong decision for his knowledge of this demon theology.

He really didn't feel that he needed to understand the truth that "human joys and sorrows are not consistent."

He learned this truth when he was in middle school. Mr. Lu Xun's collection of essays is a must-read book!

Bi Lingkong just laughed. Seeing that he was really annoyed, he explained to him: "There is a distance from 'knowing' to 'understanding'. For example, there are three sentences that you must have heard of."

"The first sentence is to see the mountains as mountains, and see the water as water; the second sentence is to see the mountains as mountains, and see the water as water as water; the third sentence is to see the mountains as mountains, and see the water as water as water."

"I have heard this. This is what Buddhism uses to explain the level of understanding of the world."

"Do you understand this?"

Pan Long thought about it and was about to explain, but suddenly he was stunned.

Of course he knew how to explain these three sentences, but he really understood what it means to "seeing mountains are not mountains, and seeing water is not water"? Have he really had such an understanding?

Seeing his stunned look, Bi Lingkong nodded slightly.

"You finally understand that 'knowing' does not mean that you really understand, especially in the practice of martial arts. Knowing a certain state does not mean that you really understand this state. Just like you have long known that human joys and sorrows cannot be connected, but have you really experienced this feeling deeply and clearly felt it through it?"

She shook her head and said, "You are indeed a genius, but no matter how talented you are, you are still too young after all. You have never experienced separation from life and death, and you have never experienced the situation of "I feel heartbroken, but others don't care." How can you understand this feeling without experiencing it?"

Looking at her smile, Pan Long sighed and said nothing.

He can't say: Actually, I'm not young at all. I've experienced what you said, and I've experienced it more than once. But I've lived again, and as my body became younger, my mentality also became younger - but this doesn't mean that I've really completely forgotten that feeling...
Chapter completed!