Zhong Zhen felt a little dazed, but she liked the feeling of freedom. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info but my mind is not calm, and I don't want to put out the paper to paint.

The connection between the Qiankun Mirror and the Qiankun Mountains and Rivers Diagram has been unraveled with her, and as Mr. said, she was extremely injured.

Especially the original god, he died of pain every day.

The flesh and bones of the body are also seriously injured, such as the sick and weak young lady of a rich and noble family, who spits blood at every turn.

If it is an extremely evil natal magic weapon like the Faceless Demon Space, refined with the soil of the Extreme Yin, according to Mr. Wu, it has already become one with the Yuan Shen, once it is too damaged, the flesh and bones of the body will not have time to be injured, and the Yuan Shen will die immediately.

Fortunately, she herself never tried to communicate with the Qiankun Mirror, nor did she try to extract anything from this treasure.

Many space-based magic weapons, because of the different rules, can usually provide some rare things for the master, such as the Heavenly Gourd can pour out spiritual liquid.

For example, if the Qiankun Mirror is a blood refining magic weapon, if she continues to strengthen the connection between them, it is likely to be extremely helpful to the cultivation of the Yuan Shen, and it may also increase the blood qi of the heart.

However, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, and she will not be able to untie the connection with this thing in her life, and she will definitely die in this pit.

Jong-jin's injuries take a long time to slowly recover.

However, she has a lot of time and a long life, which can be regarded as a little bit of demon cultivation.

Others didn't find out, but they couldn't hide from Mr. Wu's eyes. It's basically a person, but it's a little bit of an animal.

Shouyuan is longer than ordinary monks, but there are some limitations, such as the aura does not have the attributes of the five elements, and the thunder tribulation will be more ferocious.

Every day, she just sat upright on a nearby hill, and she meditated quietly to absorb the faint aura.

Even though she lives in Xinghua Village, Zhong Zhen doesn't feel that she really wants to be a mortal person, eating and sleeping on time every day.

The experience in the red dust will feel different for those who have always been outside the red dust. But for her, a person who has been rolling in the red dust, she has long been accustomed to it, and she doesn't think it's special.

On this day, Zhong Zhen asked: "Sir, if I had been living in Xinghua Village, I would definitely feel that life was too monotonous." I still like to be lively and like to see different scenery, is this not in line with the mood of immortal cultivators? ”

Mr. Wu smiled, "You and I are not the same person, and I don't have the right answer." ”

"Well, I know, you'll have to find the answer yourself. So why does the gentleman like this life? ”

"Because I want to be a man, I don't want to be an immortal."

With a look of astonishment, Zhong Zhen heard an answer that she had never expected.

"What is an immortal?" She asked.

"In my opinion, there is only one way to become an immortal, but there are countless paths to cultivate immortals. The avenue points directly to the way of heaven, and when you integrate into the way of heaven, you are an immortal. Cultivating immortals is another matter, pursuing one's own perception of life. ”

Zhong Zhen thought for a moment, "Mr. only wants to take the path, but he doesn't want to integrate into the way of heaven. ”

"That's right, the girl is quite wise."

Hearing Mr. Wu's praise, she couldn't help but think of the Great Zen Master of Kucha, who also seemed to have said this, but she never felt that she had any wisdom.

Knowing and doing are two different things.

She can often understand other people's paths, but her own path is a fog.

When she finds an opportunity, Zhong Zhen will ask some messy questions, some questions that are not organized. She can't learn that Li Huaixu can carve out her own path from the fog, but she hopes to see the path that others have walked.

Many years ago, there was a mortal saint who, of course, did not live past a hundred years old, but what he said was constantly scrutinized by many people.

Scrutiny and scrutiny, breaking down each sentence to understand in detail, and thus arriving at many different conclusions.

Because people have their own needs, he found the answers he wanted from the book.

Some people have found that as long as they know half of the old scholar's book, they can govern a large country. There are also people who take a sentence from the book and think that as long as they eat, drink, and strictly abide by the rules, it is the true meaning of life.

That scholar was the pioneer, and when everyone saw the truth, they were less panicked.

So Zhong Zhen did this thing, she had her own ideas, but she also needed many street lights.

Fortunately, Mr. Wu is not Li Huaixu, he can't speak half and vomit and half vomit, he has excellent patience and answers all questions.

So Mr. Wu added Li Huaixu's unfinished words.

About the way of heaven, about what is an immortal.

There is a way of heaven, and everything is the way of heaven.

At the same time, the Heavenly Dao is also nothing, and he doesn't care at all that there are immortal cultivators, land, and babies in this world.

Ruthless and sexless, the grass is a man, a man is a demon beast, a demon beast is a stone, and a stone is a man.

The grass is nothingness, the people are nothingness, the monsters, the stones, the rivers, everything is nothingness.

Buddhism has clouds, Bodhi is not a tree, where the dust is stained, different paths to the same end.

Therefore, Mr. Wu said that he can't become an immortal, and he doesn't want to become an immortal, so he is just an old man who has nothing to do, cultivating his mind and chatting to get by.

There is no honorific name, road number or anything, because he lived a little longer and recognized more words, and the people in the village called him "sir".

I was born earlier than everyone else, so I'm the one who is the gentleman.

About tens of thousands of years ago, this gentleman had a very powerful honorific name, and suddenly one day he found that he was starting to age.

And as he grew older, life began to pass through his body, and the heavenly soul became weak, and he couldn't find a cause.

His longevity has not yet arrived, at least at his level, he can live for a long time.

"This is the great tribulation of immortal cultivators, called the decline of heaven and man." Mr. Wu explained to Zhong Zhen.

Of course, the decline of heaven and man is the saying that immortal cultivators give themselves a long face, in fact, they are tired of living.

The mood began to age for some reason, the days were boring, and when I saw the blood spraying a few feet high, I couldn't feel that the color was red, and I couldn't kill the passion for killing.

When victory does not bring pleasure, when destruction becomes boring, and the male nuns who look at beauty are like pink skeletons, and no matter how much power there is, they seem to be like clouds in the sky, and their hearts begin to grow old.

Some immortal cultivators with relatively large mood defects will experience the decline of heaven and man in the stage of transforming into gods, and some will reach the stage of refining and deficiency, and if they can't survive it, they will die.

However, getting through it doesn't mean anything, and it may happen again in the future.

Like an undulating arc, in the long years, one walked into the trough without paying attention, and then climbed up from the trough with difficulty.

The cultivation of high-level cultivators is no longer to absorb spiritual energy to improve their cultivation, but a battle of mood that fights with themselves.

This Mr. Wu is better than everyone else, so he has survived for a long, long time and has gone through two exhaustions. Now that he has just passed this decline of heaven and man, Li Huaixu will say that he wants to see if he is younger now.

He had lived so long that he had seen a whole spherical land torn apart as it is now.

There are no real immortals, but there are too many immortal cultivators, constantly scrambling and plundering, desperately refining space magic weapons, and the earth is completely shattered.

After a series of catastrophes, countless floating islands were created.

The land with the best aura is the Nine Heavens, followed by the Eight Heavens, and so on.

By now, there was still a small piece of the Sixth Heaven left, and the Seventh, Eighth, and Ninth Heavens above had long since turned into Void Smoke and Dust.

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