The young man couldn't tell whether the majestic scene of the ancient god opening the sky and the dragon and phoenix was a dream or a fugue, the white-haired old man's eyebrows, eyes, five-clawed green dragon body rising water vapor, and those broken knives and broken armor immersed in the river were all vivid, it was a deep and desolate artistic conception, it was a shuttle of time without time, and it was those ancient stories that were unknown thousands of years ago.

Watching the green mountains dissipate, the city collapse, the heaven and the earth repeat the chaos, watching the prosperous world, the splendid mountains and rivers collapse inch by inch, and the bone, white flesh, red and pink skulls finally annihilated into a touch of dust, watching the rivers pouring into the lakes and seas going upstream, watching everything scattered in the clouds and disappearing into the world, it is an indescribable dilapidated withering.

And the ancient god opened the sky to incarnate all things but it is completely different, the creation of the sky and the heaven and the earth are the same height and the mountains and rivers are the same width, and the sky and the waves are born and grow together, and after death to incarnate all things, there is the glorious scene of the dragon and phoenix presenting auspiciousness, there is the scene of thousands of ancient alien races walking together, and there are countless strong people who move mountains and reclaim the sea.

A dream buried deep in Chen Changge's heart two causes and effects that are enough to ponder for a lifetime, withering and rebirth.

If it is said that the withering is the unification of all laws, then the time of rebirth is the vigorous phenomenon of 'one life, two births, three births, three births, and all things'?

What frightened Chen Changge the most was not the dragon and phoenix in the sky, not the power of Ling Xuan to move mountains, but the nine-foot long sword that fell from above the nine heavens, only for a moment, the aura between heaven and earth seemed to be extremely thin as if it had been sucked away, and the dragon golden phoenix that only existed in the pictures of poems, books, ancient books, classics, and scriptures disappeared with the aura in the sky, and the long sword seemed to have cut off the spiritual root in this heaven and earth, and cut off the vast aura in this vast land, so why? Why did the heavenly beings in the Nine Heavens want to deprive this human aura, why do they want to deprive the spiritual root buried in the human world?

Is it a limitation? or is it fear?

Unknown.

I don't know what the way of heaven is? Is it the distant sky and celestial phenomena of sunrise and sunset, or the various states of the world that are sick and dead in the depths of old age? But the young man understands more and more the white-haired old man's sentence that 'the way of heaven is not the way of heaven so far', and it is difficult to describe it if he wants to penetrate the sun, moon, stars, mountains and rivers, and all things?

Standing on the bow of the boat for three days and three nights, the white-clothed young man was lacking in thought, and a pinprick of dizziness surged over, and for a whole day and night, the young man settled in the cabin, listening to the rushing water, and the whole person and the cabin were bumped with the waves, as if they were integrated with the river, nourishing the nine palaces of the qi sea through the inexplicable heavenly way.

After a day and night, Chen Changge woke up and listened to the waves in his ears and the abundant sea of Jiugong Qi and couldn't help but smile bitterly, where is this? Inexplicably, he used most of the spiritual power in his body to have a ridiculous dream that had been in a fugue for thousands of years, and the young man looked at the river outside the window of the boat and thought silently, and the shadow of the nine-foot long sword repeatedly appeared in his mind.

Gradually, the young man forgot to vomit and forgot the breathing method taught by the white-clothed master, the breath is no different from ordinary people, the young man is still not aware of it, the breathing ups and downs are fast and slow, vaguely as if with the same rhythm as the waves on the river, a wave rises when it is inhaled, a wave breaks when it falls, and several times between the ups and downs.

After a while, the desolate artistic conception in the dream suddenly appeared in the young man's heart, and the withering and rebirth in the memory all came to mind, Chen Changge felt that the turbulent river seemed to be integrated with himself, he was the big river, the big river was himself, the rise and fall of the fish in the river and how many water droplets broke into the waves on the river were all clear in his heart.

The young man wanted to struggle to get out of this feeling but it was useless, his body seemed to be uncontrollable and could not move, Chen Changge was a little anxious between coming and going, and wanted to forcibly drive his hands and urge the spiritual power in the sea of qi to instill his arms, but the spiritual power penetrated his body and went straight to the surface of the river, and two splashes were suddenly blown up in the waves, which dissipated with the river wind.

The young man was stunned for a moment, and the thought in his heart rose again, and the qi around his body rippled and a burst of spiritual power gushed out, only to see a foot-high thick water column jumping on the surface of the river to support a fat crucian carp, and the water column lasted for a moment before being broken up by the waves, and the crucian carp fell back into the water.

For half an hour, the boy was immersed in this feeling, at first he only knew that it was very expensive to break through the water surface with strong spiritual power, and after several reciprocations, the young man borrowed his strength to hook the qi in the river with subtle spiritual power and the momentum of the river to stir up a few feet of high splash.

The waves on the river are turbulent, but the young man's heart is turbulent, this kind of feeling is clearly the artistic conception of the Heavenly Dao written on the Ginseng Record, and it is also the mysterious artistic conception of the Heavenly Phenomena that can be attracted in the military and political yamen of the Tianmen Gate that day, the Heavenly Dao contains all things, and the saints of the previous generations do not dare to pretend to be aware of the Heavenly Dao, but use the right qi to attract the right environment, and use the environment to help themselves.

The great accomplishment of the way of heaven is to lead the mountains and rivers with the intention, drive the topography of the sky with thoughts, borrow the mountains and the sea when encountering the mountains, and borrow the natural potential of all things in the heavenly way with spiritual power, which is the borrowing potential of the heavenly way.

Therefore, the way of heaven is the first way to cultivate, swords, guns and halberds have their own mysterious artistic conception and mystical meaning, but most of the people who participate in the way of the sword and other instruments are immersed in the sword intent all their lives, and the soul of the sword can be called the way of the sword, the way of the sword is a sword, and the hands and feet are all swords, but no matter what kind of sword master, it needs to be a sword to be considered the full strength.

The way of heaven is different, the way of heaven is to comply, it is the use of everything in the world, from the sun and the moon to the dust, can be controlled, although it is not as great as the cultivator's perception of a tool, but the momentum is vast and includes the natural strength of heaven and earth.

Therefore, there are very few people who can cultivate the Heavenly Dao throughout the ages, but the Heavenly Dao is complete, and no one in the world can surpass it.

After a long time, Chen Changge retreated from the situation, and his mind felt that he was back in the cabin, and there was no trace of connection with the river, the spiritual power of the young man in white was not consumed too much, but his mind was extremely consumed, and an indescribable sense of sleepiness washed over Chen Changge's body, and the young man wanted to use that desolate feeling to enter the mysterious feeling of borrowing again, and he returned several times in succession, and it was really impossible to find that kind of mysterious artistic conception.

The young man is not depressed, if the Heavenly Dao is so easy to cultivate, how can only a very few people in this world in the past and present be able to achieve enlightenment due to fate, Chen Changge closed his eyes to relieve the fatigue brought by his thoughts, and thought about the feeling of borrowing the situation just now, this feeling is related to the mysterious dream of the three days? The young man does not know.

The boy only knew that the desolate artistic conception that appeared in the dream was inexplicably related to the destruction of all things withering and the creation of the new life of all things.

The desolate artistic conception is the story, nourishment is life, withering is death, everything in the world is like this, perhaps only by reading the life and death story of everything and empathizing with it, can it be regarded as integrated with it, and can be driven by the momentum, but the young man doesn't want to study it in detail at the moment, the sloppy master said well, if you can really eat a fat man, how uncomfortable is the stomach?

The white-clothed young man who had just woken up fell into silence again, sailing and bumping along the wide river with a six-man merchant ship.

In the early spring, although there is no ice on the river, it is also cold, especially the cold Xuanyue after nightfall hangs silently on the sky, and this cold breath is very obvious, the river is cold but not as cold as the heart of the boatman Wang Boss and his party.

The middle-aged man who was with the boatmen sighed as he looked at the cabin of the four young men who were weakly crowned and peached, and complained in his heart, 'What the hell is going on?' ’

But no, I don't complain about the boatman Wang Boss complaining like this, this thing is really helpless, usually, this boatman who crosses the river and crosses the water is just a few glances on the land, but no one dares to mess with the role on the water.

To put it mildly, there have been countless boat bandits and river thieves in the past thousand years, and any one of them is a ruthless character who makes people feel frightened, and when they encounter some scissors, thieves, mountain bandits, and wild bandits on land, they can flee in a hurry, and they can also leave a life for a long time, but they are just a little frightened, but this boat bandit and river bandits are different, where can they run on the water? When the weak man and some beautiful young ladies arrived on this boat, they were targeted by the gangsters, and they had no way to retreat, so they could only be captured.

There are also those who are forced to jump into the river and want to escape by the water, ordinary people who do not know the water just entered the water and were choked a few mouthfuls and struggled to die in the waves, and a little familiar with the water can not escape the big oars and the boat bandits who entered the water, so for thousands of years, many gangsters have relied on this ferry boat to rob people of money, stabbed to death after snatching the money, kicked into the river, and the lucky ones can float to the shore to let the government take away the subsistence allowance and put it in Yizhuang to settle into the soil for peace, and the bad luck is to be eaten by the fish and shrimp in the river and turned into white bones and sunk in the mud and sand.

Therefore, very few people dare to provoke these rough boatmen on the water, especially this kind of merchant ship with four people, six people, and eight people, there are two groups of guys on board, and one person is changed every two hours, plus the boat boss at the helm, there are thirteen or fourteen people, not to mention the Jianghu people who know some martial arts, even the second-level martial artists who are not familiar with water are easy to suffer in the hands of these men.

Although the thirteen people of Wang Boss and his party are not fierce, but they are all rough and bloody men, they are not confused after each year, and now let the four young people who have not dried up bully so inevitably there is resentment in their hearts, since the day of the beating The white-clothed young man sang the poems of worship by the river, these people occupied the entire cabin, and forced the six men who changed shifts, including the boatman Wang Boss, to the stern of the boat.

But looking at the short knife of the young man in sackcloth and the dagger on the waist of the young man in black, more than ten people endured the great anger, if a warrior can't take advantage, but the three young men see that one is more difficult to provoke than the other, and the thirteen reckless men are a little not enough, although the woman wearing a cyan shawl is extremely eye-catching, but they don't dare to look more, and secretly regret why they didn't learn martial arts back then, so they can only marry the ordinary girls with coolies.

If the boatman Wang boss was cold, then the four-person merchant ship after a hundred zhang was like falling into the ice cellar, that day the one-eared young man had a gloomy face and quarreled with the burly man for a few words, and his heart was angry, and he stabbed the boat boss to death with a sword and threw it into the river, and the remaining eight people trembled and did not dare to say much, for fear that the one-eared young man was fierce and slashed them one after another.

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Yongzhou, Zhenwu County.

The sky was full of night, and before the city gate was closed, a burly monk holding a green dragon Zen staff stepped into the city in the night, looking at the towering peaks, and sighed slightly.