Zhou Tian Tongshu, spiritual power stimulation, can be temporarily stored inside, to deal with emergencies, very effective. Therefore, we should temper ourselves from time to time, strengthen our muscles and bones, clear our minds, and be agile in our limbs.

The body and the inside, staring inside, the whole body has three hundred and sixty knots, which is called Zhou Tianwei one, the number of three three, ninety-nine to one, can be all over the place, resist the power of attack. The same is true of the coercion of the superiors, so if they can resist it, they must protect themselves from the qi of their mental power, which is rarer and rarer than spiritual power. It can be described as the talent of heaven and the darling of heaven. Condensed to the extreme, the soul is separated from the body, can see the outside world, fly away from the body, and is also the body of the soul can practice the method of attacking supernatural powers. The soul is immortal, and the consciousness is immortal. It can also be used as a means of attack when it is dangerous. Only, those of my generation who cultivate should cultivate a smooth path. The gentleman is frank, and the villain is often related.

The road is indeed a thing. However, its power is against the sky, therefore, there are very few, and the limit of the sky is also.

My disciples, when you have a solid foundation, practice day and night, fearless of the sun and moon, the road of cultivation is endless, only diligence.

"Master. The cloud demon muttered. For a while, I had mixed feelings, hundreds of thousands of thoughts gathered in my heart, fearless, without the sun and the moon, time and the world moved, and the only true heart and mirror moved without changing the original intention.

There seemed to be something invisible and untouchable taking root in her heart, some invisible influences sprouting in her brain, these were things she never knew before, time was really like a white horse, the sun and the moon were like arrows, but they were just mayflies in a long life.

Outside the house, the spiritual flowers and green trees are luxuriant, and the fresh and free aura is pouring towards people, and the mouth suddenly opens. She walked out of the path towards the place where the elven seeds had been planted, still brown soil, with semi-dry wet marks around it. The seeds are still buried deep in the soil and have not germinated.

After accurately testing the temperature and humidity of the seeds, she added a special potion to promote germination. Everything else can only rely on the tenacious life force of the seed itself.

Breaking through the shackles of the power of nature, taking root and growing sprouts, thriving, blossoming and bearing fruit, multiplying endlessly, and benefiting people, this may be the cycle between the natural world and the world, with cause and effect. Today she planted a seed, and a big tree will grow in the future, and the process of life is probably to keep moving upward, constantly trying to absorb nutrients, and then give back to nature, silently contributing her own strength.

Beasts, men, and demons make up this world, and this world exists because of it, and it is devastated because of it. Master said that the greatest balance is probably the explosive power of life and the desire to survive.

Little by little, she practiced the movements of controlling her spiritual power, but the whole afternoon was in vain, except for backache and foot pain and cramps, there was no other gain. I stayed in this spirit flower and spirit grass for an afternoon, and my mind and vision were broadened.

"Master, I'm here. Yun Xiaodemon wandered around the door of the main hall twice, and felt that this appearance was really a little stupid, so he shouted in his throat and held his voice.

"Come in. The light of dusk was expelled at once, and a soft white light came out from the main hall, and the sound of Zhongzheng being peaceful and like a clear spring dripping water slowly came out, waving in her ears.

In front of the Master was a black table, about three meters wide, two meters long, and one and a half meters high, with a stack of one-meter-long white paper on it, and dozens of brushes, large and small, hung on a well-proportioned wooden shelf.

The paper is written with a powerful font, every word can not be said to be elegant and free, always feel that the more you look at the more you can't look at it directly, the huge spiritual mystery contained in it, it is like a spirit. When she concentrated on it again, it was indeed a pleasing word.

"But you want to learn this calligraphy?" asked the god.

Yun Xiaoyou's eyes were about to fall on the paper on the table, and when he heard the master's question, he nodded again and again, and shook his head again, "Master, can I learn it?"

It's really not that she read it wrong, but that Master's words are really shining with inspiration. The brushstrokes turned powerfully, the dragon swam the pen away, and in the blink of an eye, a word fell on the paper.

"As long as you work hard and practice hard, there is nothing that will not be accomplished. The god said, and with a wave of his hand, a pile of pen, ink, paper, and inkstone appeared next to Yun Xiaoyou, as if he was wrapped in an air mass.

"Thank you, Master. ”

She took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and the font book given by the master, and went to the side not far away, and also learned the appearance of the pen, ink, paper and inkstone placed on the table. Holding a medium-sized pen in his hand, he began to learn calligraphy from the gods.

Sitting on an elevated board, holding a pen in his hand, his eyes copying and rubbing on the genuine handwriting on the side. Write the first word on white rice paper, crooked, frizzy, not only the words are not smooth, but even the twists and turns are loose and rhymeless.

Stroke by stroke, horizontal and bent and tick, each word needs to take a little time to observe with your eyes first, but even if she traces it so carefully, however, the words she writes are not ideal, and they are not as good as the stack of one thousandth hundredth of a thousand that the master gave her.

Mr. Dongliu, a person from Wuju'an, a famous calligrapher, created his own willow characters, worth 10,000 gold. Every word seems to be able to come to life, often as if people are in the sea of words, incarnated into the mysteries of the text, layered on top of each other, all-encompassing, such as, stele rubbing, rubbing, stone spectrum. Such as magpie chirping, looking at the words, picking up the text, reading when there are birds, listening to the sound.

Stacked and strong, the characters wrapped in layers around her were written by her one by one, as if she had forgotten time, space, and the outside world, immersed in the unique waves of the ocean, sometimes surging, sometimes peaceful, sometimes tender, sometimes sad, sometimes forgetful, sometimes like a mountain looking up, and sometimes like a trickle. Clear the heart, joy, anger, sorrow, and fear.

Arouse the resonance of the hearts and minds of those who read and understand, pull the mind, have good understanding talents, and have a strong heart, and can understand their way. The best can be written out of thin air and used for realization. A single word can be meaningful, and the meaning of the word can be like water, or like a knife. It can also be made into words, words, creating people's hearts and minds, and pinching people's souls.

She put down the pen, put the written shop aside, stared at the handwriting on the white paper, can only be described with a thousand differences, good mood, calm down, picked up the pen again, began to write a new one, although it took a lot of time, the words are not satisfactory, but the thing is man-made, as long as the kung fu is deep, no matter how bad it can come true. If she wants to be like Mr. Toyanagi, for a short time, she definitely can't. As long as you keep improving, it's pleasing to the eye.

The night is dark, the night wind is blowing, the coolness is clear, the bright moon is in the sky, the clouds are surrounded, under the light, the sitting figure has a straight back, and the pen dipped in ink falls on the paper.