The big rock at the top of the mountain, like a flat-shaped saucer, half leans on the top of the mountain, half hangs in the air, and looks a little abrupt in the sky.

The dark clouds are rolling, the thunder is shaking, and in the midst of the wind and rain, standing up is like a lonely boat in the ocean, and the terror of the sky falling and tsunami on all sides, as if it may capsize at any time, it is too much to test the courage of ordinary people.

Fang Chengjie only took a few steps, and he didn't dare to move forward again, the wind swept the torrential rain, pouring on the raincoat like a waterfall, crackling, and completely stirring his brain into a mess.

The moment the lightning flashed, the billowing white gas turned into a dragon and a tiger, and Su Ziyu, who was hanging in the air with clouds and mist, disappeared like this.

Dreams?

This bizarre scene, a glimpse of a thunderstorm in the midst of a thunderstorm, lingered in his mind ever since.

In the second half of Fang Chengjie's life, he often inadvertently recalled that mysterious man, had countless bizarre speculations, and even wondered if he was an immortal, and drove the clouds straight into the sky?

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Su Ziyu did not feather and ascend to the immortal.

In the spring thunder and rain, he felt the divine will of the stinging vitality and the combination of the dragon and the tiger, the essence was cleansed, and the breath was violent to the extreme, so that he had the wonder of exhaling into a dragon and a tiger.

With the dragon and tiger in the body, the essence is rolling and purifying, and it really gives birth to a kind of induction that the limbs are full of breath and are about to fly.

This time, it was not the induction of divine will or illusion, but the essence of the body was full of drumming, and after the pores around the body swallowed the breath, the body became lighter and lighter, and the weight was greatly reduced, like a piece of catkins, and the dragon and tiger breath rushed, and it floated up!

"The dragon and the tiger are complementary, and the blood is full. The meridians are smooth, and the body is as light as a swallow. It's no wonder that the immortals in ancient legends can soar through the clouds and mist, but in fact it is not the cloud mist summoned from the sky, but the breath of the limbs and the pores of the corpses, forming a vision! It's a pity that I haven't achieved my life soul yet, and I can't really drive my body with my mind, otherwise I can travel straight to nine heavens now!"

His mind rose high, feeling the spring thunder vibration, the wonder of the dragon and tiger in Zhongshan.

Although the wind and rain hung upside down like a waterfall and the sky collapsed as violently, you couldn't see or hear anything clearly from a dozen steps away. But Fang Chengjie's appearance cannot hide from Su Ziyu.

This trip to Zhongshan has already made a big gain, so he doesn't want to stay any longer, and as soon as his thoughts turned, he was wrapped in clouds and mist around his body, and his body was already like a willow swinging in the wind, floating out of the mountain and flying down to the bottom.

This fall, but not as heavy as before, it was filled with lead. Whirring and falling, but with the wind and rain drifting and circling, the billowing white air with the mind to roll the body, actually like a bird flying!

Soar through the clouds and fight the sky. This has been the yearning of mankind since ancient times.

Even if Su Ziyu knew that he was only staying in the air for a short time by taking advantage of the momentum of falling from top to bottom, he still couldn't help but feel agitated. It's been more enjoyable than ever!

"With the strength of the good wind, send me to the clouds!"

In the wind and rain, a rising white gas turned into a dragon and a tiger and rolled. Su Ziyu's body loomed in it.

Climb high and look into the distance, and the form and spirit will open themselves.

At the top of the mountain, you can see the whole view of the mountains at a glance.

And the breath rolled his body, fluttering and flying down, he constantly adjusted the direction of the circle, and saw all the flowers and high-rise buildings of the Six Dynasties in the distance, the flowers and high-rise buildings of the Jinling Imperial Prefecture, and the layers of wind and rain forests in Zhongshan, the birds and beasts rushed away, and saw the pine forest and strange stones between the clouds and mist.

Thousands of scenes, mountains and mountains, all in the heart.

After nearly half an hour of the thousand-meter peak, I vaguely saw a large river winding around the flow at the foot of the mountain.

Su Ziyu suddenly had an idea in his heart, his breath rolled around the pine trees in the mountains, waved his hand, broke a pine branch, and slid down for dozens of meters, gently throwing down the branch in his hand, and then stepped on it steadily with his feet one after the other.

This time, there was no shock of the Gang Qi to borrow strength, just relying on the body as light as a swallow and the breath rolling, along the surging river flow forward.

A broken branch as thin as a thumb is as stable as a boat under Su Ziyu's feet.

The spring thunderstorm came and went faster, and before I knew it, the thunder and wind had stopped, and only the rain was soaked like a cow's hair.

The river surrounds Zhongshan like a jade plate, but it is hidden between the dense mountains and forests, and there is no road for people to walk on either side. In this way, you can only hear the sound of gurgling water, and in the mountains and forests, there are faint birds and beasts galloping around, and unknown wildflowers quietly spit out buds, and some have even bloomed petals.

From the rainstorm and thunder, turning into such a quiet environment, there is a special taste in my heart.

"The empty mountains are empty, and the water is blooming. Eternal sky, once wind and moon. Legend has it that when Patriarch Bodhidharma crossed the Yangtze River, he did not take a boat ferry, but then broke a reed on the bank of the river and stood on the reed to cross the river. I don't know if this big river that flows around Zhongshan can flow into the Yangtze River. Today I do not follow the example of the sages and go downstream. ”

Bodhidharma Patriarch broke the reeds and crossed the Yangtze River, this legend has long been explained by countless speculations, but Su Ziyu understands that this Zen patriarch is obviously also a congenital figure.

When he got here, he chose to travel by water, but it was not all smooth sailing.

The southern water system is huge and complex, and the tributaries are all over the place, and it is good to go downstream, but when you go against the current, you can imagine the difficulty of controlling the breath with only a dead branch.

The river is turbulent and the reef-filled waters, even if it is Suziyu, you have to do your best to achieve it against the current.

The surging river winds in the undulating mountains on both sides, with no end in sight and no way back, like a giant dragon hidden in the clouds and mist, without seeing the beginning and the end.

The apes on both sides of the strait could not stop crying, and the light boat had already crossed the ten thousand mountains.

The climate is getting warmer day by day, Su Ziyu doesn't drink or eat, and when he is tired, he closes his eyes and meditates on the dead branches, and he doesn't rest for a moment.

The clothes on his body are getting more and more worn, but he doesn't care at all, he only feels that his blood and vitality are becoming more and more vigorous, and his mind and soul are like a rock polished in the river.

Such a difficult trek, without the accumulation of hiking in the previous months, without the induction of Zhongshan's wind and rain, dragon and tiger, will definitely not be able to persevere.

However, as time passed, Su Ziyu quickly adapted, but felt that the flow of breath was freewheeling and smoother.

In this uninhabited, day and night tempering, he completely forgot the hustle and bustle of the city and washed the dust in his heart.

In July, the scorching summer sun finally entered Xiangxi along the Yangtze River and arrived at Dongting Lake.

Appreciate the momentum of the distant mountains and swallowing the Yangtze River, the vast soup soup, the endless horizon, the morning and the sunset, and the weather is thousands.

From here, Su Ziyu went up from the water, stayed in the temple, changed into a sackcloth, and continued to move forward until he reached the coast of the South China Sea, and then turned north again, passed through Yungui, walked through the Shu Road of the Sword Pavilion and Cui Wei, and entered the West Sea.

Spring goes to the summer solstice, the autumn wind blows all over, and it is the season of wind and snow.

It has been a whole year since he left the capital and went south. (To be continued.) )