A torturous match had just ended, and a drizzle of rain began to fall again. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Wang Zhengyang smiled and said: "It seems that my pancake cart is useful again, go to sleep, this weather is not sleeping, it is simply a tyrannical thing." ”

Lin Yue looked at the dark night sky, and a drizzle of rain was falling, knocking on the windows and people's hearts.

A mouthful of cold and delicious watermelon, with a refreshing coolness, goes straight down the throat, enters the intestines, lungs and heart, and the whole body is smooth.

This is the necessary preparation for him before practicing Xuanhuo Gong, to get rid of the fire in his heart and transform into an ice heart.

In the end, the Ice and Fire Glass Heart was refined. Fusion of ice and fire, ice blue, fiery red, all fade of vitality, and form a pure white glass heart.

Collect the nature of ice and fire, and gather the power of ice and fire, return to the primitive, and become the source of mana.

Ice and fire are mutually reinforcing, complementing each other, independent of each other, and can be unified into a system.

ice, quenched; Fire, melting ice. In the continuous struggle, complete the sublimation and transformation.

After Lin Yue introduced the ice water into his body, he raised the dantian breath and formed a small earth air mass, wrapped in the cold qi.

The air mass swirled and expanded, and the cold qi inside collided outward, while the fiery qi outside continued to digest this cold power.

Lin Yue sat cross-legged on the sofa, his hands pressed in front of his abdomen, his eyes slightly closed, his face was solemn, and there was a battle between heaven and man in his body.

His practice of Xuanhuo Gong was still short, and he could not control the range of fire freely, and occasionally there would be cold qi leaking out. It shook his whole body, and the chill was piercing to the bone, straight to the bottom of his heart.

And sometimes the firepower is too fierce, and a spark will rise, which will burn Lin Yue in a hurry, and he almost screams.

"Intention to guard the dantian, beyond the object, glacier, sea of fire, all belong to oneself."

A divine soul message slammed down, like thunder in the nine heavens, making Lin Yue feel shocked.

"Don't panic! Hold your breath, concentrate and calm your breath, love and hatred, all are dust, past and present lives, all are floating clouds. ”

Lin Yue gradually conditioned his breath, and the interval between one breath and one inhalation gradually increased, expelling the dirty qi from the body, and entering a relatively quiet realm both inside and outside the body.

In order to temper his will and adapt to the laws of cultivation as soon as possible, he must close the air conditioner and windows when practicing.

The remaining cool air has been exhausted. He can only rely on the protective breath to resist the stuffiness outside.

The first layer of Xuanhuo Gong is to gather fire. Gather the fire of the prairie fire, mobilize the Yuan Force in the body, and temper the bones.

However, Lin Yue's cultivation of this method has just entered the early stage, although it is much better than at the beginning when he let himself fall into the ice cellar for a while and be buried in the fire for a while, but it is also difficult to control the two opposing forces.

You can't do it and move with your heart. It is often soaked in sweat outside the body, and the power of cold is difficult to leak. And the battle of ice and fire in the body, rolling in the five insides, the torment is unbearable.

After half an hour of battle of ice and fire, Lin Yue was sweating profusely and almost fainted. But his breathing gradually subsided, and the number of cries of pain gradually decreased. It's a step forward.

If you want to condense a pure glass heart, it is not an overnight effort. It must be tempered by ice and fire in order to perfectly operate the true qi in the body. Recreate your own cultivation core.

Duh, squirt out in one breath. Bing Xin struck like a heavy fist and broke out of the mirror. The fire dissipated into invisibility.

The cold air instantly permeated the whole body, allowing sweat to absorb into the pores, and it was immediately extremely refreshing.

He was finally freed from the torment of ice and fire, and his whole body seemed to collapse.

But it is this kind of large consumption that can enter the state faster, and it will undergo earth-shaking changes in both the body and the breath.

After three minutes, everything was dull, no glaciers, no cold weather, no seas of fire.

"Well, that's right, although your cultivation days are short, but you are extremely talented, and people with ordinary qualifications can't endure half an hour of ice and fire at all, and you can't restrain the two forces into one. You can do your best to counteract it, and you are already in the middle of it. ”

The voice of the spirit was flat, and although there was a sense of praise, there was no joy at all. It's just stating one thing.

"Although it is not as good as a transcendent person, it is still suitable for the path of cultivation. As long as you can persevere, then carve it, and realize the rules and methods, I believe that within three months, you can condense a pure white glass heart. ”

"Huh!? Are you sure? Can I condense the heart of glass? Lin Yue obviously didn't expect that the divine soul would have such a high evaluation and estimation of himself.

"The way of cultivation is to focus on diligence and then on understanding. It's hard to say, and it's easy to say. It can be a long time, or it can be a lifetime. The voice of the divine soul was low, and it seemed that a lot of past events came to mind.

Lin Yue didn't want to ask more, cultivation was not so keen on him, he was in the spirit of being at ease with what happened, he just worked hard, and did not hope for much high achievement.

After a lot of vomiting, his body was refreshed a lot, and after drinking a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, he lay down peacefully on the wide bed and fell into a state of sleep visualization.

When Lin Yue was not cultivating, the divine soul would forcibly put him to sleep and exorcise all evil spirits for him.

And as Lin Yue's cultivation had some foundation, he opened up the six senses for him, allowing him to continue to sharpen in his dreams.

Of course, the divine soul is not completely left to Lin Yue to solve the predicament on his own, he will always protect Lin Yue's divine soul, once the power of evil is infected, he will immediately expel it to ensure that Lin Yue is safe and sound.

The state of mind is an obstacle that a practitioner must overcome. Only those who are firm and strong in their hearts and souls can go further on the path of cultivation.

If the heart is strong, it is possible to break through the difficulties, transcend the saints, and reach the legendary realm of ascending to eternity.

If you are obsessed with evil, you may fall into the devil's path, and you will never recover, and eventually become a great evil in the world, leaving you with infamy for all generations.

In the middle of the night, everything is silent, and the invisible battle of hearts and souls is beginning in countless rooms.

The cold wind blew down, the leaves fell on the ground, and in the dim corner of the street, there was a man in rags, barefoot, hugging his body, shivering.

He's not a beggar, he's a frustrated man fleeing. He traveled thousands of miles just to seek justice.

He carried the life of tens of thousands of victims, and he wanted to prove that the teachings of the saints were still useful in a corrupt world.

He firmly believes that evil cannot prevail over good, and justice is at ease in the hearts of the people. This is also the pillar of his starvation, hunting, and still alive.

He was waiting for the dawn, waiting for a person, waiting for an axiom.

"Master Li, do you remember 'the sea and the wind make sails, and the sky is high and people are the peak'?" The thin and tattered man knelt in front of a green sedan chair and asked loudly.

"Oh, are you Tai'an Buyi Xiucai Zhang Lun?" A loud inquiry came from the sedan chair.

"My lord, it is a late life, today, I risked my life to stop the sedan chair, there is really a great grievance, I hope that the adults will be the masters of tens of thousands of victims." Zhang Lun said anxiously.

"Someone, take him back to the mansion and discuss it again." On the street, there are many people, and it is really inconvenient to ask in-depth.

A few days later, Li Kaijiang, the inspector of the imperial history, was ordered to inspect the disaster situation in Shandong, and after a secret visit, he pulled out the corrupt forces of 38 officials headed by Wang Yun, the governor of Shandong. Their complicity in withholding money and food for disaster relief has not only failed to alleviate the situation, but has displaced more people.

Everywhere I went, I was full of sorrow and miserable. It made Lord Li grit his teeth and resent.

He tearfully comforted the victims, set up a porridge farm, and distributed supplies to the victims, and did not escort the prisoners back to Beijing until the disaster was alleviated.

He and Zhang Lun, in the course of the visit, formed a deep teacher-student friendship. In the dark sky, find a little light.

Unexpectedly, near the capital, an accident arose, and a group of masked thieves stabbed Master Li with a knife.

Zhang Lun sacrificed his body to block the knife and died, and Master Li was cut off his left arm, but fortunately, the guards resisted desperately to break through and save his life.

Master Li was disheartened, knowing that this time the money for the relief of the ink was probably implicated in a bigger person, and it was not something he could shake.

He didn't return to the court, anyway, others would think that he was already a dead man, and when it was dark, he sneaked back to the ambushed valley, found Zhang Lun missing, and walked away with the corpse of two loyal guards.

Many years later, an ancient temple in the deep mountains, the bell is far away. The abbot, who had already become a monk in a robe, sat down. The left sleeve is empty, undulating with the wind.

No one knew that he was once a righteous official and a helpless benevolent man.

Zhang Lun's soul is condensed, he has been depressed all his life, but he has never succumbed. Being able to meet an elder who takes the common people as his responsibility as a teacher is the most fortunate thing in his life.

Even if he died for him and dedicated himself to justice, he had no regrets.

This is his value. It is also where his persistent pursuit lies.

One dream, one world, one heart, one Bodhi. Realizing the true meaning of life and awakening the sleeping soul made Lin Yue seem to be reborn and enlightened.

When I woke up from a dream, the world was much clearer. Thinking back to the daily trivial things around him, he smiled and no longer cared.

The heart is open, the world is wide, and at this time, the things in the world have been clearly seen, and they are no longer complicated and tangled. (To be continued.) )