Enter the Immortal Cultivation

Long Shulin, four fights, three losses.

Liu Shu, six fights, three losses.

Wu Shiqin, five fights, one loss.

Xinyue Immortal Academy was pushed to the end of its rope on the third day of the martial arts test.

On the Langde Immortal Academy side, most of the disciples had more wins than losses, and the top few relied on Hu Jianhao's intelligence to prepare killer moves against Xinyue's elite disciples in advance, gaining the upper hand.

Among them, Hu Jianhao won six consecutive games, and Ai Changyuan won six consecutive games.

What made Langde disciples even more regretful, or expected, was that Wu Shiqin, the best student in Xinyue, had not met either Hu Jianhao or Ai Changyuan.

This fact made some Xinyue disciples unacceptable. According to Wang Qi's point of view, these new disciples were actually very similar to some college students he had seen in his previous life in some aspects, equating their own value with a diploma and equating the reputation of the school with the value of the diploma. For them, entering the Immortal Academy is equivalent to bringing honor to their ancestors, and the reputation of the Immortal Academy is naturally linked to the glory on the faces of their ancestors.

In this mentality, some people began to look for Wang Qi. At this time, most of Xinyue's disciples discovered that Wang Qi did not seem to go to watch the competition at all.

Long Shulin couldn't help asking Wang Qi's close friends. But even Mao Zimiao could only answer with a wry smile: "I haven't seen him for three days. Maybe he went to find a place to heal his wounds."

This reason obviously can't convince anyone. After all, the posthouse where the Immortal Academy is located also has Ai Qinglan, the true disciple of Jiyin Valley, sitting in the clinic, and healing is definitely better than doing it alone.

So, after the third day of the competition, many people in Xinyue began to look for Wang Qi.

At this time, Wang Qi was sitting on a rock pillar.

The mountains and rivers in the river are interspersed, and the riverbed has been eroded by the water for countless years, forming countless large and small rock pillars and strange stones. And the landscape of strange stones has always been the more bizarre it looks, the more people will see it. The rock pillar that Wang Qi chose was of a standard shape, so it was not very famous, and few people came here to see it.

But this rock pillar has one advantage - it is big enough. It is only three meters high, but the top is wide. While an old tree grows there is still extra space for a person to lie down comfortably.

Wang Qi leaned against the tangled roots of the old tree, resting his head on it, with his eyes slightly closed, motionless.

He didn't know how long he had been sitting here, and his clothes were covered with a layer of dust and a lot of dead leaves.

Although his limbs were motionless, Wang Qi was not idle. His soul was empty, and the Lingbao fractal diagram sat in the center. The "self" seemed to have separated from his heart, high above, no longer affected by the flesh and blood, and also released all inhibitions.

This place has always been able to be in a mysterious state. The "Lingbao" was originally the multiplication of "original" and "morality", but now it has become independent under the power of this fractal diagram.

What Wang Qi did at this moment was both practicing the law to temper his soul and sorting out his own thoughts.

In a sense, Mao Zimiao was right. Wang Qi did go to find a place to heal his wounds. To heal his heart.

In the Shenzhou immortal world, psychology is not underdeveloped. On the contrary, the understanding of the relationship between the mind and the soul by the Shenzhou monks is better than that on Earth. However, the psychology here is not friendly to non-professionals at all and it is difficult to get started.

Since the status of Yuanli Shangren in the hearts of Shenzhou people is much higher than that of Isaac Newton and other Earth people, Shenzhou monks pay more attention to the level of mathematics than Earth scientists. On Earth, Freud's psychoanalysis, which is not entirely based on scientific methods, is not considered a natural science, and similar theories are even less fertile in Shenzhou. Although psychoanalysis is not considered a natural science, it is an important part of clinical psychology.

In other words, psychologists, psychological counselors, and intimate sisters are scarce professions in Shenzhou.

Wang Qi did not know any disciples of Yangshen Pavilion, and he had no place to do psychological intervention, so he had to use folk methods to sort out his thoughts and re-establish his mind.

That day, Zhen Chanzi was right.

He has a demon in his heart.

After his secret was revealed, Wang Qi immediately took off the spiritual ring that he never left and put it into the storage bag, using this method to make Zhen Chanzi shut up. He felt that his current state was not suitable for meeting people, so he came out of the inn and came here to sort out his thoughts.

This sorting took three days.

When the sun set on the third day, Wang Qi touched the storage bag with his fingers and took out the ring.

"Boy, how many days?"

As soon as the ring was in his hand, the familiar old voice sounded in Wang Qi's mind.

Zhen Chanzi had been trapped in the ring for ten thousand years and was not very sensitive to time.

"Three days."

Zhen Chanzi sighed faintly: "It's been long enough."

"The Ten Thousand Year Turtle has no right to say that."

Zhen Chanzi didn't care about Wang Qi's rude words and asked: "What do you think now?"

"What do you think?"

"Inner demon."

Wang Qi grinned: "Do you believe I will throw you back?"

"Throw it, who's afraid of who." Zhen Chanzi answered quite bachelor: "I can wait for ten thousand years, can't I wait for one year?"

"Hehe, be careful or I will seal you for ten thousand years again."

"You won't." Zhen Chanzi said firmly: "You kid is too lonely."

Wang Qi laughed angrily: "I am lonely? You see I have many friends now, and you are not the only one."

"Although I have many friends, I don't have a confidant."

Wang Qi was silent for a while and asked: "What is a confidant? What do you think my friends are? Also, you are a cultivator of the ancient method and I am a cultivator of the modern method. No matter what I think of my confidant, it's not your turn, right?"

"Su Junyu is a 'fellow Taoist' to you, and a 'friend of wine and meat' who shares the same interests as you. If you count the virtue of guiding you in your broken heart, he can also be considered half a brother. Xiang Qi is a benefactor to you, a true life-long friend. Wu Shiqin and Mao Zimiao can be close friends to you." Zhen Chanzi talked freely.

Wang Qi smiled and said, "According to what you said, I have a lot of friends who I can trust with my life and death..."

"You can share your life, but you can't be friends with your heart." Zhen Chanzi said, "Boy, you are so strange in making friends."

The boy was silent again.

After a long while, he asked, "How can I be friends with my heart?"

"It will be New Year's Eve in a few days." Zhen Chanzi said, "You, try to find someone to do that thing with you."

The boy refused very straightforwardly: "Impossible."