"There is a fish in the North Underworld, and its name is Kun. ”

The words on the page, which seem to carry rhythm, sound, and picture, in a mysterious way, enter the eyes, intentions, and hearts of several core high-level leaders of Sihaimen, from a distance, from the underworld.

Trembling!

This was the reaction of all.

And the gaze seems to be locked, and continues firmly downward:

In a sound sleep, Leng Qingyun seems to be a dream, and he seems to be awake and confused.

In a trance, his body and mind seemed to be infinitely magnified, turning into an endless sea, lying horizontally at the end of the earth and the corner of the sky.

The earth is vast, and the sea is dark.

It seems to be infinitely close and as if it is infinitely far above the heavenly dome, as vast and dark, but in this vast and dark, there are strange and brilliant bands of light, flickering, swimming, appearing and disappearing, and coming and going.

Leng Qingyun's body and mind were immersed in the vastness, in the darkness, and also in the splendor.

In a trance, he became a swimming fish swimming like that ribbon of light, swimming in the dark sea, swimming and swimming, gradually from extremely small to very large.

"And if the accumulation of water is not thick, then its burden is not strong. Cover the cup of water on the top of the hall, then the mustard is the boat. ”

"If you put a cup, you will be glued, the water is shallow and the boat is big. ”

This sentence, including the fish in the north of the front, Miao Xinghe and Chang Zhenhe have seen it.

A long time ago, when I visited Xu Tonghui, I read it on the paper he was holding. After coming back, Yu also shared it with several other people present during the exchange.

So it's not the first time they've heard of this.

But everyone had no time to pay attention to this at the moment, as if there was an inexplicable and mysterious power that enveloped their minds.

"Pengzhi migrated to the south of the underworld, the water hit three thousand miles, and the one who swayed up was ninety thousand miles. ”

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"Small knowledge is not as good as big knowledge, and small years are not as good as big years. ”

"The ants have not seen the beginning of the year, and the butterflies are difficult to reach the end of the year. The grass and trees of one year are cold and die, and they do not bathe in the scenery of the sun and moon of the next year. ”

"There are spirit insects in the north of the earth, with 500 years old as a wake-up, 500-year-old as a sleep, a wake up and a sleep, a thousand years of life; ”

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"Those who husband heaven and earth are the rebels of all things, and those who are timed are passers-by of a hundred generations. ”

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"And the world's reputation is not persuaded, the world is not discouraged, the distinction between inside and outside, and the state of honor and disgrace is already over. ”

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Therefore, it is said: The supreme man has no self, the god man has no merit, and the saint has no name. ”

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When they saw this, the people of Sihaimen were already out of control.

In the second chapter of this Qingyun Road, almost every sentence in it seemed to carry the power of wind and rain, impacting and washing, their bodies and minds.

But that didn't stop them from keeping their eyes down.

In other words, even if the sky and the earth are falling apart, it can't stop them from looking at it in the slightest.

The images in the Qingyun Road have also completely turned into their images, and at this moment, their minds, and their hearts are all completely controlled by this image.

In a trance, Leng Qingyun turned from a fish to a bird, from the earth to the sky, and then opened his huge wings, "swaying up", hitting the water, hitting the wind, and going straight into the green underworld.

An indescribable feeling of cold or heat suddenly appeared in Leng Qingyun's body at this moment, and then turned into a torrent, running through the head and feet, and flowing around the whole body.

It was also in this kind of circulation that Leng Qingyun went from cultivating nothing at all, straight to condensing qi, and then the first and second layers......

When he woke up from a sound sleep, for the first time, Leng Qingyun's nose smelled a sour and unpleasant smell, and as far as he could see, the grass mat under his body was also full of stains.

And then, what Leng Qingyun felt was the wonder in his body.

When he felt what was going on in his body, he began to immerse himself in the wonder all the time, smelling without smelling and turning a blind eye.

It took him a long time before he came back to his senses and asked, "Sir......"

When the people of Sihaimen saw this, they also came back to their senses a little, and when they faced Leng Qingyun's question in the dialogue book, everyone was complicated in their hearts, and they didn't know what it was like.

The gentleman in the script was not complicated, but just smiled faintly: "Qingyun, you are now a cultivator, and, under the effect of condensation and dispersion, you have already crossed the condensation period and are a cultivator in the Tongmai period, how is it, how do you feel?"

"Pulse period?"

Leng Qingyun looked stunned.

After a while, he was stunned and said, "Sir, this is my pulse?"

"The cultivation of this realm is roughly divided into three levels and nine realms, the third level is human, earth and heaven, and the three realms of human level are just the foundation. If you stand a little higher and look at it, even the entire third order of people, earth, and heaven is only the foundation. ”

Mr. said lightly, but he didn't say anything more, but just said to Leng Qingyun: "Condensation Qi Dispersion is a creation-grade drug, so it can be equated with Creation, allowing you to pass through the stage of condensation and go straight to the pulse." This is just a little bit of your time, and when you reach a higher level in the future, you will know that there is nothing magical, just ordinary means. ”

Leng Qingyun is extremely respectful to Mr., whatever Mr. says, it must be what it is.

Although Leng Qingyun was still very happy, excited, and still felt magical, very magical, he didn't want to be underestimated by Mr., so he suppressed his excitement and just asked curiously, "Sir, Creation-grade medicine?"

"Just like spiritual practice, medicine can also be divided into different levels and levels, for example, it can also be divided into human level, earth level and heavenly level. "Sir.

"Is the Creation Level still above the Heaven Level?" Leng Qingyun asked, but then he said curiously, "Sir, I know the cultivation of the human level, what kind of medicine is the human level?"

"What can nourish the body and assist in the advancement of cultivation is a human-level medicine. ”

"What can remove the impurities of the body and promote the cultivation to break through the original boundaries and patterns of the cultivator is the prefecture-level medicine. ”

"As for the drugs above the heaven level, your level is still low, so you don't need to know about it. ”

"Oh. Leng Qingyun answered obediently, but he immediately remembered something, and said excitedly: "Sir, when I fell asleep before, I heard that ......"

"Do you remember everything?" said the gentleman.

"Yes, sir, I remember it very, very clearly! Not a word can be wrong!" Leng Qingyun nodded vigorously, and his little face was also flushed with excitement.

"It was an article written by a monk called 'Getaway'. The gentleman said, "Qingyun, do you know why it's called that?"

"Sir, I know, I know!" Leng Qingyun said.

"Oh, tell me about it. ”

"Sir, when I dreamed, I felt that I was the fish, the fish was me, and the fish turned into a bird and flew to the sky, just like us cultivators, we have to cultivate from the human level to the earth level, and then continue to cultivate until the heavenly level, and then we can be free, right?"

"You're right to think so now. The gentleman smiled and said, "Then the gentleman is waiting for you, from the human level to the earth level, and then to the heavenly level." ”