In the Valley of the Medicine King.

At the end of the year, although the weather is not very cold, but in the morning and evening, the word "cold" is still worthy.

Although from a secular point of view, this place belongs to the category of spiritual land, many plants and trees still appear to wither in the cold of age, especially some medicinal herbs, and the stems and leaves on the ground are even more yellowed or withered.

If the wind comes, the yellow leaves will fly.

Exactly, the yellow leaves are buried in the herbs, and the veins are clear and the thatched houses are around.

The owner of the Medicine King Valley, Gan Congshi, is not in the thatched hut or the small grass hut, he has not lived in the grass hut or gone to the ashram for a long time.

Whether it was daily life or practice, he moved them all under the tree.

A tree that is not large enough for one person to hug easily, and at such a time of age, it completely highlights its difference.

Not only is not a single leaf yellow, not a single leaf is not withered, but the whole body of the whole tree, there is no single leaf with even a little brown and yellow.

That kind of purity, that kind of transparent texture, it doesn't seem like reality can exist at all, only in dreams.

No, there is no such thing in dreams!

Xiao Lingzi said that it was a spirit tree.

But in the willing heart, this is not the spirit, but the holy.

Sacred Tree!

Gan Congshi didn't know if it was his own delusion, he had always felt that this tree could speak, and this feeling was felt from the first day Xiaolingzi made this tree.

Actually, it's not that you can speak.

But when he came to the vicinity of the tree, or leaned against it, he always had a wonderful feeling, and then, as long as he stayed here, all kinds of thoughts and feelings came flooding back.

About spiritual practice.

About the herbs.

It was as if a voice was whispering, and often, he would hear it when he was not aware of it, but if he deliberately listened attentively, he would not hear it.

Besides.

Whenever he stays here, he feels that his body is very "dirty", as if he is dirty from head to toe, and even every pore.

It seems like a feeling of a little shame.

But it's not.

The willingness to obey is just a little shame, but more than that, I am happy and excited.

Because every day he spent under the tree, he felt that the dirt on his body disappeared a little bit. The feeling is not even faint, but very clear and obvious!

This everyday-to-day experience of being uplifting and "clean" is so intoxicating.

So, Gan Shun is completely addicted.

These days, apart from what is necessary, he does not leave the valley an inch, and spends most of the day under the tree, day and night.

In the morning, bathe.

At noon, bathe.

In the evening, bathe.

Meditation is followed by bathing, bathing is followed by cultivation, cultivation is followed by bathing, and after bathing, you can sit in peace under the tree.

Bathing three times a day.

That feeling of being clean and clean inside and outside the body and mind makes Gan Congshi's aura very different these days, and he is more and more like the so-called "Holy Son". Of course, the only problem is that this Holy Son is a little older.

The body is shaped like a crane, and the clouds are in the blue sky and the water is in the bottle.

Gan Congshi was not fat, but he was not as thin as a crane, but his expression and temperament were really getting more and more elegant.

At this time, it was the morning hour.

The sunlight shone through the surrounding mountains, shining in the Yaowang Valley, on the sacred tree, and on Gan Congshi's body.

Under the big tree, a straw mat, Gan Cong style sat on it, a wooden coffee table in front of his knees, and a tea set was placed on one side of the coffee table, which Xiao Lingzi made during this time, originally just for his own use, Gan Cong looked good, so he grabbed it, and then let Xiao Lingzi make another set by himself.

But Gan Congshi did not drink tea at the moment, but was reading a thin booklet.

The second round of the road to the clouds!

Sent from Sihaimen.

Gan Congshi is confident, and he thinks he has seen through some of the truths of this Qingyun Road writer "Xu Tonghui", so although he has great expectations for this second time, he can still calm down, and the frizziness is not at all in line with the mentality he has cultivated these days.

Therefore, after sending the people away, returning to the holy tree, Gan Congshi even played a good boxing technique, only to sit down a few times, and slowly opened the booklet.

Last time, I talked about condensation, but this time, it should be that gentleman who refined condensation, right?

Moreover, it must have a great deal to do with the Babel Tree!

Thinking of this, Gan Congshi raised his head slightly and looked at the tree on the top.

Babel Tree, hehe.

He admits that the Tongtian Tree is good, excellent, judging from the description in the Qingyun Path alone, it is extremely good, but his holy tree may not be bad!

This is also the Babel Tree, his Babel Tree!

But contrary to Gan Cong's expectations, the beginning of this second episode was not condensation, but Leng Qingyun's question about how people can live for tens of thousands of years.

It is not surprising that a child would ask this question, because ordinary people are no more than 100 years old, that is, common practitioners, at most 180 years old, and more than 200 is a hurdle, because that must be enlightened.

Not to mention, thousands, tens of thousands.

Even if he was willing to obey himself, how could he have ever thought that the lifespan of a cultivator would be tens of thousands? He had never seen thousands of them, but he had only heard of them!

"The earth and the sky are long, and the avenue does not count the years. ”

And in the second round of this Qingyun Road, the gentleman said.

Seeing this, Gan Congshi was directly at a loss.

No one knows better than an old man about longevity and age, and he is an old man who has deeply experienced and felt the limits of this life because of the stagnation of his spiritual practice!

I don't feel that way anymore.

But that experience has long been deeply imprinted in my bones, and I will never forget it!

In those long days, Gan Congshi sighed and regretted many times, regretting that in childhood, in youth, in middle age, he wasted too much time, his mind was too much, too messy, too scattered, and consumed in too many places that I don't know!

Idiot!

The number one fool in the world!

Thanks to the whole family, even inside and outside the family, many people have always said that he is smart.

Fuck smart!

In fact, reason also told Gan Congshi that he had done a good job, which was good, and there were many things in this world that could not be done by himself, but were subject to various influences and restrictions from the outside world.

No matter how good he is, judging from the results alone, he may not be much better than now.

Because the result is mostly the same.

That is to break through to the ground level Qi Attraction Realm, and then it has been stagnant in the Qi Extraction Realm!

But reason returns to reason.

Reason is real, and it is also true that the practice enters stagnation and then feels the great limit coming and approaching step by step, and it is more real, so you can't do it without sighing, and you can't do it without regrets.

Before, those were.

If you work harder, if you are more attentive.

Will the result be different?

It may be small, but what if? That may always be there, right? No matter how small, there is!

Therefore, with another chance, Gan Cong is actually a way of wholehearted immersion to practice wholeheartedly!

But if there is any impetuousness and infiltration, he can't forgive himself!

Therefore, although he was very emotionally moved by the question of longevity in the story, Gan Congshi was only slightly emotional and distracted for a while, and soon, he let go of this paragraph and continued to look down.

And this small section of content has disappeared like rain falling on the desert, and there is no trace in Yu Gan's heart.

Today, the old man is no longer that decrepit old man!

All sighs, all sighs.

Go Hugh!

Go Hugh!

Wait and go to 100,000 miles, and meet again in 1000 years!

The old man is now ambitious.

That's right, as the name of this book says, the road to the clouds!

The old man just wants to stroll through the clouds, stroll through the clouds.

Everything else.

Go Hugh!

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