Rain not only watered the earth, but also cleansed people's hearts. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Different from the miserable sea rain on Hongfeng Island, the rain in Chixia Mountain can make people feel moist even if it is urgent. It's just that unlike the torrential rain during the day, the night rain carries the taste of a woman's condition, or gentle, or poignant, or vaguely inexplicable.

Chen Feng faced the heavy rain in the sky, only heard its sound, it was difficult to see its shape, this boundless dark night enveloped all the sins and beauty in the world.

All the disciples on the peak, the Yin Flower Demon, and the imprisoned Fang Lian in the cold pool, as well as those souls who had long since died, what were they thinking and doing in this rain?

Chen Feng silently felt the heavens, stars, and moon beads, the three-sided stone statues, and the blazing yin beads, and felt the secret power in his body constantly speeding up under the influence of the sound of rain.

The cold aura in the Xuanyin Cave was almost infinite, and it was an infinite secret power for Chen Feng. Cultivating quietly and silently operating the secret power, the cultivation will be gained, which is probably the easiest and easiest cultivation in the secret realm.

I don't know who invented the secret techniques and various cultivation methods, but Chen Feng has always maintained a kind of worship for those ancient sages who created various civilizations.

Since knowing the existence of Confucian exercises, Chen Feng couldn't help but start thinking about the existence of heaven and earth and the survival of all souls. These perceptions, often listening to thunder in a silent place, gave Chen Feng a lot of help.

Is there only eternal benefit in the secret realm? Chen Feng's answer has long been no, although many people regard it as a guideline.

The secret is not a puppet, just fighting, killing, and should be affectionate. No matter what step I have reached in my future cultivation, looking back on the past, I feel a lot of emotion, regret and taste, and I am blended together. Throughout the ages, the times have changed, but the human temperament has always been the same.

Looking back on his uneven life, Chen Feng found that for a long time, it was family affection that supported him to come over. Now, he is alone, but his family affection and warmth remain the same. Recalling the past every day is not only an adjustment after cultivation, but also a state of mind, which can vent and express one's emotions in a timely manner.

Chen Feng is very envious of those who like to read.

Regardless of whether the living room is simple or not, facing the pages of the ink-scented books, thinking about the scene of the ancients reading at night with the lamp, or the heavy snow hugging the door, all kinds of thoughts arise in my heart for no reason. People don't know about the spring warmth, but only when reading, there are occasional green insects fluttering the lamp, so that they can feel the slight wind outside the window, and they can't help but feel a lot of emotion in the face of the slight fire rising in their chests.

Although I can't reach it, my heart yearns for it. Although he didn't read much originally, Chen Feng now pays more and more attention to those ancient book allusions, poems and miscellaneous conversations. In the simple pages of the book, in the clumsy words, he listened to the pulse of history. Those ancient secret techniques seem to flow automatically into a river that travels through time and space. At this time, Chen Feng can sketch a few characters in his mind at will, and watch them perform a lingering and sympathetic story under the starry sky of history. Sometimes, Chen Feng can't help but be moved by his imaginary plots, sighing about the pain and misfortune of life, but full of enthusiasm for life.

When Chen Feng was young, his grandfather once sighed to Chen Feng on a moonlit night: If he was born in a big family, Chen Feng could go to study. My grandfather said that when the moon is as ugly as a hook, it is a good time to read. At the moment of turning the pages of the book, I looked up and saw the branches outside the window covered with moonlight and starlight, and thought of the ancients "riding a thin horse alone and stepping on the waning moon", what kind of state of mind is this?

In recent days, he has often heard discussions about the Jade Toad Sect, and Chen Feng is very envious of them. If there is no wind and moon in life and the soul are connected, where can the thick melancholy be discharged? There are still regrets that the bright moon is cloudy and sunny, not to mention all living beings? It's just more of an infinite sigh. Especially those spiritual texts, it is best to read them slowly in the middle of the night. From a calm opening of the page, you can read until the rooster sings, and you can read until you are in a good mood. This feeling cannot be provided to us by anything but words. This is where the value of literature lies.

Unconsciously, Chen Feng involuntarily stood up, and those words and maps in Confucian exercises appeared in his mind, and a feeling that he had never felt before came to his heart. Chen Feng gradually realized that the cultivation of Confucian exercises is a kind of spirit, a kind of heroic qi.

Chen Feng can not read, but he has something in common with this spirit, because one thing in common between the two is compassion. Chen Feng's future is limitless, but unlike other secret realm geniuses, no matter how high Chen Feng's cultivation is, he still maintains sympathy for those who are kind and weak.

Thinking of this, Chen Feng seemed to see great and ordinary souls, who either dedicated or worked hard to create their own great achievements.

Maybe I once felt at a loss, and I was ashamed of my ignorance and insignificance. But in the dark, he saw a spirit as perseverance as a great sword.

This night, there were probably only a few people who didn't sleep in Lu Mingfeng, but in the face of the same rain, only Chen Feng was expressing such feelings. In the secret world, there are too many stories, and what cannot be swayed is only the indomitable heroism and the warmth of the veins.

At this moment, the outside of the Xuanyin Cave is unusually quiet, and the sound of rain seems to be gone.

At this moment, there is a lot of noise on Luming Peak, there is the grandeur of playing and singing, the courage of hitting the water in the middle stream, and the blood of the Iron Horse Binghe!

At this moment, Chen Feng was extremely focused, calm, peaceful, and profound. There is no need to wear decent clothes, there is no need to depict noble decorations, a kind of responsible temperament is permeated by him, which makes people dare not despise it.

Shaohua is passing day by day, even if he has a thousand abilities, he can't keep his youth, but he can keep an unyielding heart. Try to look at the mountains and rivers of the secret world, in those deserted corners, there is the same passion as a flame beating. Even if you look old one day, with gray hair, loose skin, and breathable teeth, you can still have the charm of being as good as young people.

Chen Feng opened his eyes and muttered: "Those who are happy for the world are also the ambitions of a gentleman; Those who are not worried about the world are also the ambitions of villains. ”

A night rain finally gave Chen Feng some experience of Confucian exercises.

The surprises are not over. After a long time, Chen Feng's limbs were all comfortable, and the whole person's comprehension of the secret art deepened a little, and the secret power also increased sharply.

Chen Feng knew that the bottleneck he had been wandering for a long time had finally ushered in an opportunity to break through. He hurriedly collected his mind again, focusing on the control of the secret power with all his body, and experiencing this strange feeling. Fortunately, it is not the first time that he has been promoted, and he is already familiar with it. In his body, another secret cave came into existence from nothing, from the beginning to the beginning.

With a long roar, Chen Feng's cultivation leaped into the realm of a three-star secret warrior!