Chapter 165: Ten Years Begins
In a blink of an eye, Xiaochen has left Xuanqing Mountain for more than ten years, and in the past ten years, the entire Qing Netherworld has been surging, and all the people of the evil path who have been silent for many years are ready to move, and many small forces of good and evil have begun to clash, but fortunately, the war between the major sects has not broken out. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
The demise of a small sect of the righteous path and the disappearance of a small force of the evil path could not attract the attention of the Three Caves and the Seven Palaces and the Seven Gods Sect in the slightest, so that the big horns were silently preparing, and only the small sects and small sects were constantly fighting each other, which had no impact on the overall situation.
However, the clash of these factions also hints at one thing: it is inevitable that good and evil will go to war again, but both sides are gathering their last strength to try to eliminate the other.
These are the grievances of cultivators, whether it is the right path or the evil way, there are regulations, everything must not involve the mortal world, and the violators will be punished by the whole world, so the mortal world is still a pure land.
Cultivators will never experience the sufferings of the mortal world, although the life of a mortal is only a hundred years, but the joys, sorrows, and sorrows in it are better than that of a monk sitting in meditation for thousands of years.
Those who have achieved cultivation have an almost unlimited lifespan, but these times, how many monks spend their time in meditation and cultivation, and the rest of the time is to compete for fame and fortune, kill people and seize treasures, and always have to worry about their own lives.
In the end, if you can't understand life and death, you will eventually turn into a pile of loess in regret, and why you cultivate immortals, many people don't understand before they die, but mortals with short lives can understand the meaning of their lives within a hundred years, and there are also many mortals who are passing away but die with a smile.
What is the Immortal Dao? Whether it is an ethereal future, or whether it is a long gone yesterday, no one can say it all.
Jiangnan in the mortal world is in winter, and the perennially warm Jiangnan has unexpectedly fallen a heavy snow this year.
A black-haired young man was sitting cross-legged on the snow under a withered pine tree by a lake outside Jiujiang City in Yangzhou, and from time to time the snow that slipped from the branches of the tree fell on him, and the young man seemed to be unconscious.
The young man was dressed in a white robe, his eyes were slightly closed, his expression was calm, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, the most peculiar thing was his pair, his fingers were slender and white, more delicate than the hands of ordinary women, it was such a beautiful pair of hands, he was beating on a green seven-stringed guqin, the crisp sound of the piano was melodious and far away, the whole lake was filled with mist, and the fairy sound lingered.
The mountain people passing by enjoyed listening to the sound of the piano, and from time to time someone should have a drink.
With a long and leisurely sound, the sound of the piano stopped.
"It's been ten years since I meditated beside this lake, and my mood has finally improved a lot, but the last step is difficult to take out, and this lake has no meaning to me. The young man sitting under the ancient pine sighed to himself.
"Qinhu has conquered the heavens and the earth, and the Tao rhyme is natural, I am far from reaching the realm of comprehending this kind of Dao trace, and it is time to leave. ā
Then I saw the young man take out the cloth bag and slowly carry the piano behind him, and walk towards a small wooden house in the distance.
When the mountain people saw the young man leaving, they didn't say anything, they were all doing their own thing, as if everything had nothing to do with them.
They don't know who the young man is, let alone where he came from, but they only know that one day about ten years ago, they don't know which of the mountain people who went up to work happened to see a young man playing the piano under the pine tree by the lake.
At first, many mountain people tried to communicate with the young man, but the young man never said a word, and just played the piano quietly to the lake every day, and nothing in the world could affect him in the slightest.
Since then, this young man has appeared under the pine tree every day, and every time the mountain people see him, he is playing the guqin, and over time the mountain people have no desire to ask about his identity, and they just want to hear the beautiful sound of the qin every day.
The mountaineers were not dissatisfied with this, and the mountaineers found that the most peculiar thing about the young man was that ten years had passed, and his appearance was almost the same as ten years ago, and the only thing that had changed was that his long dark blue hair had slowly turned black in ten years.
For ten years, the mountain people have listened to the sound of the young man's piano to work, and the sound of the piano is not divided into winter and summer, spring and autumn often linger on the entire Qin Lake, whether it is sunny or daytime or heavy rain pouring, the mountain people can clearly hear the sound of the piano, ten years has never stopped.
White-clothed and snowy, black hair like a waterfall, double eyes like stars, one purple and one blue, this young man is naturally Xiaochen who left Xuanqing Mountain ten years ago.
Three months of hurrying, Xiaochen came to the south of the Yangtze River as he wished, the first stop is Yangzhou Jiujiang City, in Jiujiang City, Xiaochen happened to hear that there is a Qin Lake in the mountains outside Jiujiang City, the scenery is very beautiful, Xiaochen heard that there is water and qin, so he happily went.
The reason is naturally that when he just left Xuanqing Mountain, Han told Xiaochen to find a place to practice the first qin heart of the Qin Realm first, and in the future, he would have a little more means to save his life by breaking into the Xiuzhen Danger Realm, so Xiaochen was naturally very happy to hear that there was such a place outside Jiujiang City.
When Xiaochen came to Qinhu, he lived by this Qinhu Lake without thinking about it, and he didn't practice any kind of magic spells for ten years, but only practiced the mental method every day, as a mortal under the pine trees by the lake, listening to the rhythm of a hundred schools, and smelling the howling of birds and beasts.
The heart of the quiet and quiet qin requires the heart to be like water, such as stopping water, such as moving water, combining movement and static, and being good like water. Xiaochen also observed the situation of water every day when playing the piano, invisible and shadowless, moving and still.
The so-called still water contains movement, moving water contains stillness, it is impossible to exist at all, and it is undoubtedly very difficult to achieve the heart like water, which requires a comprehensive understanding of oneself and the perception of the Tao.
In a sense, Xiaochen has been wasting time in the past ten years, understanding and comprehending the Tao rhyme of the world is something that only a monk who has cultivated above the Yuan Shen can do, and Xiaochen's cultivation is at most comparable to the middle stage of fetal growth, and it is undoubtedly a fool's dream to realize it.
It can also be said that the difference between the monks of the Yuan Shen is the gap in the true energy of the Yuanshen, and the gap in the level of the monks above the Yuan Shen is the gap in the degree of perception of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.
And Xiaochen is affected by the Qing Ying Pearl, the path of cultivation is completely different from ordinary people, according to Han's guess, Xiaochen has no fetal foundation, and he will not be able to cultivate the debut fetus in the future, even if he refines the Yuan Shen, it will be very different from others, but the same Dao of Enlightenment is no longer limited by the level, at least this is a blessing or a curse, and no one can say how it will change in the future.
The Qing Soul Body also has a lot of benefits, it is to stay on the face, and Xiaochen's appearance will not change since the age of twenty.
Xiaochen's practice is ten years, after experiencing rain and snow, the suffering of wind and frost in the world, Xiaochen's state of mind cultivation is slowly growing every day, but the speed is getting slower and slower, and a month ago, both Xiaochen's state of mind and cultivation are no longer the slightest increase.
It wasn't until today that Xiaochen was truly sure that it was useless to repeat this kind of cultivation every day, and his state of mind was facing a bottleneck, and he had to realize something to break through.
At the same time, in the past ten years of self-cultivation, Xiaochen has benefited the most in addition to the improvement of the heart, but also the improvement of the power of the soul, Xiaochen is comparable to the cultivation of the middle stage of the womb, and the power of the soul is enough to be comparable to the dollar god period, which is undoubtedly very terrible, you must know that the soul is the foundation of the monk.
Since he had decided to leave, he would definitely not hesitate any longer, Xiaochen resolutely walked out of the cabin where he had lived for ten years, and left Qinhu without looking back.
Xiaochen left, leaving no trace.
It does not bring a stardust or a dead leaf.
Jiujiang City is not a big city in Yangzhou in the whole south of the Yangtze River, but it is very prosperous and rich, the streets are full of traffic, the crowd is shoulder to shoulder, rows of shops and houses are lined up one after another, the whole city is full of people during the day, and the lights are also bright at night.
And all of this originates from an ancient ruin not far outside Jiujiang City, this ruin is not only loved by mortals, it is a sightseeing attraction, but also a mystery in the cultivation world, throughout the ages, the endless monk dedicated his life to it without gain, but even so, it can not reduce its status in the heart of the monk.
In Jiujiang City, Xiaochen walked into a restaurant, found a place by the window, asked for a pot of tea and some snacks, and sat down to listen quietly to the conversation of other people in the restaurant.
In Xiaochen's view, the restaurant inn is a very magical place, where you can always find the "direction of life", these places, all kinds of people from the three religions and nine streams gather, and the mouth talks about most of the world, in the circle of monks, it is no exception, and in this restaurant, there are monks haunted.
Xiaochen has not entered the WTO for ten years, so naturally he has to understand the outside world first, although it is impossible to know any major secrets, but there is still no problem in understanding it overall.
The circulation of news in the restaurant is indeed very fast, Xiaochen drank tea for most of the day, and the situation in Yangzhou and even the entire Jiangnan today has been roughly understood.
"Have you heard? Half a month later, the Extreme Emperor Gate and the Blood Shadow Gate will start a life-and-death battle on Zhou Yu's point to Jiangtai, which is said to be for what treasure. One of the people at the table next to Xiaochen said.
"What are the Extreme Emperor Sect and the Blood Shadow Sect, how come I have never heard of these two sects on the rivers and lakes?" the other man asked puzzled.
"Hehe, Lao Tie, you don't know this, you hide in the small iron stick door every day to practice martial arts, I don't know what news the outside world has, it's rare to get together today, I'll tell you, long insight." The man who spoke earlier wiped his mouth triumphantly.
Then he said: "This Extreme Emperor Gate and the Blood Shadow Gate are very big, each of their disciples can cast spells, and some can fly into the sky, people from the outside world call this the Xiuzhen Sect, hehe, if you deal with the Iron Stick Gate, it doesn't take much, one or two ordinary disciples can destroy you." (To be continued.) )