Chapter 111: Wind Source Spirit Silk

Wang Baoshan was in the world of wind, feeling all kinds of winds blowing over his body.

But apart from hearing the wind and feeling its flow, he never saw the wind.

According to the guidance of the golden lynx, he almost meditated and felt the existence of the wind with his heart!

At the beginning, he comforted himself with self-awareness, thinking that it might be because of his poor understanding!

But as time went on, he found that it was almost impossible for him to see the wind. Moreover, the more he thought about it, the more distracting thoughts came into his mind.

In this way, the more distracting thoughts he had, the more he couldn't calm down, and his mood began to become irritable.

"Is it true that I am not suitable for cultivation?"

So much so that at this moment, Wang Baoshan's heart began to be a little shaken, and he really didn't know the bottom of his cultivation path.

He doesn't think he's smarter or luckier than anyone. He didn't know how he looked at the scroll of "Rootless Wind Scroll", and when he looked at it, he inexplicably appeared, this world full of wind.

The unbelievability of all this, coupled with the fact that he still had no clue about his comprehension of the wind at this time, made him even more confused, and he wanted to leave this space as soon as possible, which made him feel a little depressed.

In this world, it is empty and gray. Except for the gray, it is still gray, except for the wind, it is still the wind.

The color is single, the voice is single, depending on everything, it seems to him now, it all looks like a single appearance, can it not make him feel depressed?

But just when he was about to retreat, he suddenly remembered the introduction to the volume of "Rootless Wind Scroll".

"There is no rootless wind, the wind has no roots, born in nothingness, free from inside and outside the world; there are two winds in heaven and earth, the wind in the sky is strong, the wind on the earth is mild, and between the hurricane and the temperature, there is a spiritual rhyme, and this is the way ......of the wind."

Wang Baoshan followed this sentence and read it several times, wanting to find some inspiration from it.

"The wind has no roots, the wind has no roots, it is born out of nothingness, and it is free from heaven and earth...... Doesn't this mean that the wind was born out of nothingness and has no roots?"

He figured it out word by word, one by one, and kept asking himself if he could understand it.

In this way, it was not until he understood these words thoroughly that he suddenly realized.

"The wind has no roots, where can you see it! Nothingness gives birth to nothingness, and the wind of nothingness has no external image, how can it be seen and touched!"

Wang Baoshan kept chattering, constantly asking himself, and thinking about the mysteries.

Finally, he remembered the words of the golden-threaded lynx, began to empty his mind again, adjusted his mind, and meditated again.

"I can't see it, so why should I look at it again!"

After he said this, he closed his eyes, relying only on his hearing and physical senses, to feel the wind and the world.

"Whirring ......"

"Woo ......"

When his eyes were closed, the wind around him was still loud, loud or small, violent or gentle, and seemed to have a tendency to intensify.

Wang Baoshan listened and felt, and gradually he felt that his body had disappeared and turned into a breeze, fluttering off the ground and merging into other winds one after another.

He felt like the rest of the wind, drifting aimlessly, sometimes softly across the distance, like a warm breeze in spring, and sometimes sweeping violently, like a fierce cold wind in winter.

Or the strong wind when it is hot and cold, or the small wind when it is not hot or cold, as if at this very moment, he is experiencing all the forms of the wind.

Moreover, he also understood that the temperature generated by different forms of wind is also different, and it seems that the difference in the strength of the wind is closely related to the temperature and influence of the wind.

"How do you control the strength of the wind?"

With this question, he continued to float in the ranks of the wind, and forgot his own existence, imagining himself as a wind in his heart, and he hoped that he could understand the secrets of the wind on a deeper level.

"Out of nothing, there are two winds in heaven and earth, the wind in the sky is strong, the wind on the earth is mild, and between the hurricane and the temperature, there is a spiritual rhyme, which is the way of the wind...... Could it be that this spiritual rhyme is not the key, but how to discover this spiritual rhyme?"

"What the hell is Lingyun?"

Wang Baoshan is incarnated in the wind, and along with other winds that cannot be seen or touched, he wanders away, constantly using his heart to perceive the charm of the wind and the mystery of the wind.

"Lingyun, Lingyun, Lingyun, is it the same meaning?" he meditated, feeling, as if he had a little clue.

As soon as he thought of this, the black bead on his forehead, which had always been there, suddenly appeared black, and a black light flew out of it, flying straight into the sky, turning into a black spot like dust.

The black dot only stopped for a breath, and suddenly exploded, and then turned into countless tiny dust that was too fine to be viewed by the naked eye, shooting away in all directions, and continuing to split and spread in the same way......

In this process, the wind in this piece of heaven and earth seems to have been banned, and the sound of the wind has disappeared without a trace.

It's like at this moment, even time has stopped, as if waiting for something.

What are you waiting for? Are you waiting for those black spots that are scattered and fused out?

Often the wait is very long or short, and in the case of prohibition, everything seems to lose its authenticity and becomes meaningless.

I don't know how long it has been, it seems like a long, long time, and it seems like only a few breaths have passed.

In this strange world where only the wind exists, there is a sudden change in this gray and cloudy world.

In the originally ethereal sky, there was gradually a hint of a different color, a faint purple-gold light, coming from far and near, from all directions.

The light was overwhelming, like a tide, gathered together, and finally, formed a strange rune.

A rune in the shape of a wind line, composed of only a dozen simple lines, about a twelve, and of different lengths, the thickness of a hair.

The twelve purple-gold silk threads floated and shrank rapidly, and finally turned into a silk thread about three inches long.

"What is this?"

At this moment, Wang Baoshan's consciousness also returned to his mind, and the forbidden heaven and earth also returned to its original appearance.

He was completely unaware of what had just happened, and he didn't know anything about the purple-gold three-inch silk thread that suddenly appeared in front of him, and he didn't know what it was.

The three-inch purple-gold silk thread is dazzling and shining. In the air, after floating for a while, he floated towards Wang Baoshan.

Before he could react, it flew directly to his forehead, burrowed into the black bead, and disappeared.

Then, Wang Baoshan felt that there seemed to be something more in his mind.

When he closed his eyes and checked with his mind, he found that it was the three-inch purple-gold silk thread, floating in his sea of consciousness.

"How can I see what's going on in my head?"

Just when he was surprised to find that he could see the situation in his mind through his mental consciousness, the world around him gradually disappeared.

When he came to his senses, he found that he had returned to reality.

And he himself is still holding the scroll of "Rootless Wind Scroll", watching.

"Could it be that everything just now was an illusory dream?"

He looked at the scene around him, it was still the narrow and aggrieved little cave, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of disparity.

This cave, compared to the vast world, made him feel a little illusory, not like a real existence.

And just now, everything that happened is like the real world, not imaginary.

"Childe, are you awake?"

At this time, a greeting from the golden-threaded lynx interrupted him, and his entangled thoughts brought him back to reality.

"Why am I asleep?"

"No, did you go in, in that wind world?"

The golden-threaded lynx said, looking at Wang Baoshan carefully, wanting to see what he had gained.

"Well, your magic weapon is amazing! It made me look at it and I was sucked in. ”

Wang Baoshan took the volume of "Rootless Wind Scroll" and flipped it over and over again, the more he looked at it, the more surprised he became.

"It's not that you're sucked in, it's your divine consciousness that is drawn into it by what's inside. ”

"What?"

What a bizarre event that a person's divine consciousness can leave the body and enter another, completely ethereal world!

When Wang Baoshan heard this, he was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time.

"This magic weapon is what I use to collect the wind spirit source qi between heaven and earth, which is convenient for my cultivation, and the content recorded on it is also some of my comprehensions and opinions, I don't want you to understand it. ”

After the golden-threaded lynx finished speaking, he took out the mountain fruit he had brought back before, and said, "You have been watching for a day, hurry up and eat something!"

"What? It's been a day?"

Wang Baoshan was surprised and inexplicable, looked at the outside of the cave, and found that at this time, the sky outside was already dark.

And in the cave, I don't know when, a small fire has been lit.

"If you don't say it, I'm really hungry......"

Wang Baoshan was shocked, his stomach was already hungry and screaming, and when he saw something to eat at this moment, he was not welcome, and he took it and gnawed it.

He didn't eat for a day, he was really hungry, and he ate all those mountain fruits in one go.

After eating, he asked the golden-threaded lynx about the cultivation of "Rootless Wind Scroll".

Knowing this magic weapon, it is not simple, it is really unfathomable, and it can be created out of nowhere.

The golden-threaded lynx did not hide it, and told Wang Baoshan about his cultivation perception in detail, and from time to time, he solved some doubts for him.

This makes Wang Baoshan have a new understanding of the wind.

He also understood what that three-inch-long purple gold thread was.

According to the golden lynx, it is not the wind spirit silk of the wind spirit source qi, also called the wind source spirit silk. It also said that it itself had also realized one, which was the golden thread on its back.

After Wang Baoshan heard this, he looked at the gold thread on the back of the golden lynx, and couldn't help but smile bitterly for a while.

Someone else's is so long, more than two zhang long, but his own is only three inches long, this is really more than a person, angry people, can't be compared!

The Fengyuan Spirit Silk in Wang Baoshan's mind, although it was only in its initial state, was a silk thread that was only three inches long.

But he thought back to himself, this was just entering the ranks of cultivators, everything had just begun, how could it be compared to the golden lynx that had practiced for more than a thousand years!

After thinking about this, he calmed down, and returned the volume of "Rootless Wind Scroll" to the Golden Lynx.

After all, this magic weapon is not his own thing, and looking at the golden lynx, looking at the eyes of this magic weapon, he can also understand the importance of it.

Gentlemen don't take away the beauty of others! What's more, Wang Baoshan thinks that he is not a villain.

Besides, the content of the volume "Rootless Wind Scroll" is not very large, and some basic things have been recorded in his mind.

It's just that he regrets that he can't enter the world of wind again in the future to comprehend the way of the wind.

That golden-threaded lynx, who can show him the magic weapon that he has been cultivating for thousands of years and the exercises he has practiced all his life, how great is the grace in this, how can he feel it now!

These can only show that Wang Baoshan, who has just set foot in the path of cultivation, is still an ignorant and ignorant beginner, and he has not yet been able to truly appreciate the depths of the cultivation world, the cruelty and sinisterness, and the many dark aspects.

After many years, when he recalled what had happened today, he couldn't help but sigh deeply and feel deeply relieved that he had met this golden-threaded lynx, not other cultivators.