On the empty field, auspicious clouds are misty and the breeze is slow.

Suddenly, a phantom appeared in the air, and the phantom became more and more condensed. Gradually condensed into a giant with a brush in his hand. Suddenly, all visions vanished, and only this huge giant remained in heaven and earth. The giant slowly lowered his head, and everyone saw the giant's face clearly: "Zhang Zhenren!"

The light had disappeared, and the sky was shining brightly and starry. There is a half-moon in the sky. And where are they in the open field at this time, but in the Taoist temple. Zhang Daoran had already put away his pen and stood at the table.

And the people were stunned, and their hearts were astonished. Even if I knew that the world that appeared just now, but in the artistic conception, my heart was still turbulent: "Writing a few words, there is such an artistic conception, like changing the world." Is this because Zhang Zhenren's realm is profound, or is his calligraphy attainment to an unheard of realm?"

"One side, when the time comes, you can frame it..."

Zhang Daoran said indifferently, turned around and walked out: "It's getting late, everyone go back." ”

It was almost ten o'clock at night, and there was still an hour or so at midnight. Midnight is a time stage of cultivation, and Zhang Daoran naturally won't waste time here. After taking two steps, Zhang Daoran instructed: "Now that the family has been separated, you can't slack off in your cultivation." ”

Zhang Fang nodded and said respectfully: "Yes, master, the disciple will never slack off." ”

As the saying goes, eating the marrow knows the taste, Zhang Fangfang's blood is strong, and he is going to get married at this time, if he is addicted to it because of some things and neglects his cultivation, it is not a good thing for Zhang Fangfang.

Zhang Daoran left, and everyone just watched Zhang Daoran go out of the Taoist temple, and their attention was on the handwriting that Zhang Daoran had just written. didn't notice that Mengxi followed Zhang Daoran out of the Taoist temple.

His eyes fell on Zhang Daoran's handwriting, and the handwriting revealed a trace of inexplicability. Lu Jingdao and other people who have not entered the Dao feel that there is a strange feeling on the handwriting of Dao Zhang Daoran, which makes people addicted to it. I want to see something, but I can't see it. I just feel that the handwriting is very beautiful, and the calligraphy they don't understand can't tell the difference.

Wind and Dust Dao Chief, Hengkong Dao Chief, and Zhang Yifang and other people who have already opened their spiritual veins and entered the Dao, at a glance, only saw Zhang Daoran's handwriting, in a trance, there is a terrible feeling of absorbing people's souls into a mysterious place.

In a trance, Zhang Daoran's handwriting seemed to come to life, interpreting the world they had just seen. In the open field, the immortals are at ease. When I closed my eyes and savored it, I had a feeling in my heart.

Looking at Zhang Daoran's handwriting again, he saw that time suddenly evolved, and the entire world of swords and swords and seas, a fierce sword aura rushed to his face, as if he could split the sky and open up the heavens and the earth! Hengkong Daoist and the others hurriedly closed their eyes, not daring to look directly, and gasped in their hearts: "What a terrifying artistic conception!"

With a few simple words, people can see the cultivation, the sword qi, and the method of cultivation!

Glancing at each other, Hengkong suddenly said inexplicably: "It seems that Poor Dao should also ask Zhang Daoyou for a few words." ”

Hengkong's reminder, Fengchen Dao Chang was very moved, and said with a smile: "Writing one is writing, writing two is also writing, Hengkong Daoyou, when you ask for words, call it on the poor road, and the poor road also requires a few words." ”

Everyone was very excited, talking and laughing.

......

Outside the "real ......" Taoist temple, Zhang Daoran was just about to leave, and Mengxi appeared behind him: "Poor Dao has a few doubts about cultivation, ask for real people for guidance." ”

Turning to look at Mengxi, who had a cold face, there was a bit of a trance in Daoran's eyes for a moment. Almost subconsciously, he used the Sky Eye to observe Mengxi's past and future. However, at this time, Zhang Daoran, who had transferred to my Dao, was connected to the laws of the Heavenly Dao, and wanted to deduce the number of Mengxi's fate, but the Heavenly Dao seemed to be intentionally hidden, or the Heavenly Dao could not be recorded. There used to be some lives about Mengxi, which could be predicted. And now, Mengxi's past and future are very vague.

Unable to predict Mengxi's affairs, Zhang Daoran had a feeling that he couldn't grasp it, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he asked: "If the senior nephew has any questions, Poor Dao can answer them, so naturally he won't hide his secrets." ”

Mengxi's fate became more and more elusive, Zhang Daoran simply put away the Tianyan Eye and stopped doing useless work.

"True people, what is the Tao, and what is the ruthless Tao?"

Mengxi's face became more and more cold, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes: "The disciple has cultivated his perception during this time, and found that human beings have countless emotions, and people's thinking is composed of countless emotions.

Raising his head and looking at Zhang Daoran, Mengxi was very confused: "Without any feelings, what is the point of cultivating ruthless Dao?"

Qingzhai Dao Nunnery, Lu Jing Dao Chang couldn't be on the cultivation path and solve Mengxi's hidden worries. Mengxi thought about it for a long time, and only Zhang Daoran cultivated the deepest realm, so he asked this question.

"Tao is a kind of perception and perception that changes in thinking, and conforms to the changes of heaven and earth, so that the soul is close to the Tao. And the Ruthless Dao does not mean that a person who cultivates the Ruthless Dao becomes a ruthless, senseless, ignorant person, and without any emotion. The meaning of the existence of a monk lies in constantly understanding and correcting. When the mind is pure, only when the Tao fruit is left and the Tao is in harmony with the Tao, can it be considered liberated. ”

Zhang Daoran has never cultivated the Ruthless Dao, and cultivating the Dao needs to learn from it all. The four realms of heaven, earth, man, and gods, and the three thousand avenues are all sources of my Dao cultivation comprehension. And the ruthless Dao is in the Heavenly Dao.

Zhang Daoran groaned slightly and said: "The so-called ruthless Dao, the poor Dao doesn't know what the specific definition is. What realm can be regarded as a ruthless dao, and only then can we truly reach the peak of the ruthless dao. According to the understanding of the poor Dao, the so-called ruthless Dao is nothing more than cutting off troubles, purifying the mind, and not being disturbed by the outside world......"

Ruthless and ruthless, ruthless Tao is not to make people without the slightest emotion. It is just for the cultivators not to be affected by the seven emotions and six desires, and not to be trapped by the troubles of the outside world. Achieve purity of heart and conform to the Tao's intentions.

"The path of cultivation is to constantly grope forward in the dark, and the path taken by the master and nephew is different from the path of poverty. Poor Dao can only say that Poor Dao has his own perception of the ruthless Dao, and the teacher and nephew can use it as a reference for themselves to understand their own Dao. ”

Zhang Daoran stood on the dock with his hands behind his back, looking up at the void: "Just like the word of the Dao, there is only one word of the Dao, but because the people who cultivate the Tao understand differently, because the rules and rules are different, it has evolved into the infinite Dao, the Dao is three thousand, and the law is infinite." Therefore, the ruthless Tao is a kind of Tao, and every person who cultivates the ruthless Tao has his own understanding. Therefore, there is only one kind of ruthless dao, because there are countless people who cultivate the ruthless dao, and the ruthless dao becomes infinite. It is because their own perception is true, and their understanding is supplemented......"

"Three thousand avenues, there is always one that fits itself. The master's and nephew's perception of the Tao needs to be realized by themselves. ”

Zhang Daoran smiled slightly: "My nephew already has his own Tao in his heart, he only needs to improve it, he only needs to understand it, and he can naturally become a Taoist." ”

Mengxi's face was inexplicable, he originally lowered his head and thought hard, Huo Ran raised his head: "Human emotions are difficult to cut, and emotions are the source of the Tao." Real people, poor Dao thinks that his realm is too low, and it is difficult to understand. And the poor road is always trapped by love, maybe it's love, maybe it's family affection. ”

Zhang Daoran was stunned, his face was a little weird. Ruthless, whether he can have feelings or not, Zhang Daoran really doesn't know.

Just as he was about to speak, Mengxi suddenly asked: "The capital is a real person with vast magical powers, and the Dao law is boundless. With the ability of an unpredictable prophet, Poor Dao comes from his parents, Poor Dao wants to get an answer from real people, Poor Dao's parents, have they returned to the underworld?"

Zhang Daoran's eyes flashed, and the Tianyan Divine Power was turned on again, but unfortunately the number of Mengxi's lives he saw was blurred and he got nothing. Shaking his head, Zhang Daoran's tone was a little uncertain and said: "Before, when I was in Wengu, Poor Dao saw my nephew for the first time, and I felt that my nephew was related to Poor Dao. Moreover, both parents and nephews will die in the Wengu earthquake......"

A wry smile appeared on Zhang Daoran's face: "After the Wengu earthquake, the number of nephews and nephews has changed, and the poor road is unpredictable and cannot be seen clearly. Therefore, it is impossible to conclude that there is all the information about the nephew at this time. ”

This is the first person Zhang Daoran has seen, and the only one who can't see the number of lives clearly. This feeling......

"So, poor parents, life and death are still unpredictable?"

Mengxi's tone fluctuated a little, and he looked at Zhang Daoran seriously.

Zhang Daoran didn't hide it, knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing, and nodded.

Everything related to Mengxi, Zhang Daoran could have predicted, but then it became more and more blurred. When I woke up from a coma this time, I found that the luck connection between Mengxi and himself was getting stronger and stronger, but it could not be deduced.

"The number of lives is changeable and varies from person to person. There are many different reasons that can lead to different results. Therefore, if the teacher and nephew want to get the answer, they need to keep moving forward. Stretching out his hand and pointing at his feet, auspicious clouds condensed, and Zhang Daoran's figure slowly floated up and was about to leave.

"Real ......"

Mengxi said again: "Can a real person predict where the truth is?"

What's the truth?

However, Mengxi didn't get any response, and Zhang Daoran rode away in the clouds and disappeared in front of him in the blink of an eye. The figure that could still be seen disappeared suddenly.