If cultivating the truth is to take your life against the heavens and get rid of the shackles of the six reincarnations, then you must constantly strengthen yourself by absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth, so that your self will have a huge qualitative change and leap forward, whether it is spiritual or physical. This is like a fermentation process, which requires a chemical reaction to gradually produce under specific conditions and environments in order to achieve the goal.

The reason why it is so difficult to cultivate the truth is that there is no one in ten thousand, although there are reasons for the loss of the cultivation classics and the thinness of the aura of heaven and earth, but the biggest root cause is that people have not laid a good foundation.

Just imagine, if the body can only hold the water of a babbling stream, no matter how much heaven and earth spiritual energy is obtained, it will be leaked, and it will not reach the amount that can produce qualitative changes, and naturally there will be no significant results. And what if it's the vastness of the sea? Each cell tissue is like a small world that continues to devour energy, how many cells are there in the body, and finally the body can form a heaven and earth, like the Pangu god, the body can transform the sun, moon and stars into all things in the universe.

With a good foundation, it doesn't mean that you will be able to cultivate the realm of truth, but at least it has surpassed the concept of ordinary people, and no matter what you do, you can naturally get twice the result with half the effort.

Chang Xuanyuan Jing has gone through ten years of cold cultivation, and day and night are constantly strengthening and changing his physique little by little. This is a long process, and it is not easy to notice any obvious changes on weekdays, but after ten years of changes, his physique has undergone tremendous changes, which is also reflected in his physical strength, physical fitness, strength, coordination and other aspects are stronger than ordinary people, and he has some abilities that ordinary people do not have.

But why this variable is accelerated under the induction of the five fowl operas today, no one can say clearly, maybe Xiuzhen was originally about the things that seek good fortune, and the perception of the way of heaven is not deliberately achieved, it is generally an epiphany under chance, this is a kind of wisdom, sometimes it is agitated under external stimuli; Sometimes, it is a kind of momentary understanding that is exchanged for quiet self-reflection, and after this moment of spiritual baptism, the person glows with a new brilliance, an extremely pleasant feeling.

Of course, all of this has been immersed in the five birds of the play of Leng Bing Han is completely unknown, he only knows that by feeling, by heart to move, the rhythm is fast and slow, every move, every style is in line with the heartbeat, the dark rhyme of heaven, seems to be dancing at will, the posture is extremely elegant, the dancing is getting smoother and smoother, and the heart is also very smooth. When he encounters a sluggish spot, he will pause and frown slightly, and then try again until it is smooth. But all of this was done in his unconscious, ethereal mind.

After the five birds danced for a long time, Leng Binghan was still immersed in this ethereal, but his clear consciousness seemed to spread nearly dozens of meters away, passed through the wall, crossed the long road, and seemed to be able to hear the sound of insects and frogs in the artificial lake, and saw small fish jumping out of the water from time to time, causing ripples, and a few lotus leaves floating on the water surface were also constantly shaking.

This is a very wonderful feeling, the spiritual consciousness is empty, covering all things, the volley of the emperor crosses the void, and soars to the nine heavens......

Leng Binghan had never had this kind of special experience, and this sudden change made him suddenly feel scared, worried that something unexpected would happen, so he woke up from the ethereal, recalled his actions just now, and seemed to be a little incredulous, and tried to make a comparison, but he could no longer find the feeling of selflessness and comfort and wandering void just now.

He shook his head, and was about to go back to his room to take a bath, when he suddenly stopped after taking two steps, because he suddenly felt that the five bird scenes he had just drawn were not sixty-four, but seventy-two. How could there be more eight styles all of a sudden?

He suppressed the surprise and doubt in his heart, carefully recalled the situation just now, and vaguely remembered what happened not long ago, those pictures appeared in his mind were fragmentary and scattered, not coherent, as if there was nothing floating from somewhere on his body, and then rippling in the water, the fragments of residual dreams seemed to be quickly combined together. Let him finally have a somewhat unclear memory, as if he just danced to the sixty-fourth style and took advantage of the trend, as he felt little by little, he tried to connect the following moves. Don't look at these simple eight postures, he has tried more than a thousand movements before and after, until he feels comfortable and happy, and his breath is smooth.

But is this correct? He didn't know. But even if it's a dog-tailed mink, Leng Binghan is very happy, at least this is what he came up with. It's like an eternal absolute, he actually gave it by mistake, whether it was the best answer or not, but it was enough for him to be proud and proud.

"Xiao Han, why don't you sleep for a while on the big weekend, you toss around early in the morning." Wang Yingying yawned and poked her head out of the window of the room on the second floor, rubbing her sleepy eyes and muttering. I just saw Leng Binghan raise his head and smile at her, revealing his white teeth, and in an instant, the sunlight that seemed to envelop him became even more brilliant. With her female intuition, she found that the cold cold, which she hadn't seen overnight, had changed a lot, but when she looked closely, she couldn't see where the changes were.

With this day's experience, when I saw Grandpa Lin practicing again the next morning, Leng Binghan felt that something was wrong, just like Grandpa Lin had practiced the five-bird opera for decades, with no appearance and flaws everywhere, just like a calligrapher watching a child write calligraphy.

Originally, Leng Binghan wanted to show off the eight-style five-bird play he made up in front of Grandpa Lin today, but at this moment he hesitated. No matter how well Grandpa Lin practiced, it was indeed a bit cruel for an old man to overturn his decades-old beliefs at once and tell him that he had practiced in vain all these years. But if you continue to let him be wrong, you won't be able to achieve the purpose of real fitness and strengthening, won't you delay the old man again?

He pondered silently, torn between a dilemma and a little disorganized in his thoughts.

"Haha, Xiaohan, why are you sad? Did you fail the exam? It doesn't matter, one or two defeats are nothing, didn't our Red Army also have a time to defeat the battle at the beginning! Don't be discouraged! After that, he nagged all kinds of anecdotes from the past, mixed with a cough.

Leng Binghan looked at Grandpa Lin's silver hair, and his heart couldn't help but be shocked, inexplicably thinking of his grandfather who died early, his old man's voice and smile were just like in front of him. Birth, old age, sickness and death are the laws of nature, but the people who are loved by them pass away in front of their eyes, and when the heart-wrenching pain strikes, it is unforgettable and unforgettable.

He hurriedly said: "Grandpa Lin, don't be too anxious, you see that you are coughing, you must pay attention to your body!" After that, I also helped him beat his back, and he was smooth.

"It's okay, it's okay, haha. Life is rare for seventy years, and compared to the comrades-in-arms who fell in the rain of bullets back then, they are much luckier. My old man can live to this ancient age, and it is estimated that the Lord of Yama took a nap and forgot about him for a while, so he may be able to remember it at some point. Grandpa Lin laughed and said: "The reason why I am still in love with the world, in addition to wanting to linger and enjoy the joy of family, I only have two wishes, one is to live to 97 to see the return of Hong Kong; The other is to find ways to make up for these five bird plays, so that they can be promoted and passed on, and benefit more people. ”

"Grandpa Lin, you will definitely live a long life!" After listening to the old man's sincere confession, Leng Binghan's heart was shocked, and he couldn't help but say from the bottom of his heart.

"Haha, how can there be a person who lives a long life." Grandpa Lin smiled, but after listening to the cold words, his heart was still very joyful, and he couldn't help but cough again after laughing.

Seeing this situation, Leng Binghan finally made up his mind to tell this kind old man his feelings and help him strengthen his body and fulfill his wish. After helping the old man to smooth out, he said: "Grandpa Lin, I have also learned the Five Fowl Opera, I will practice it for you, you can help me correct it." ”

"Okay, Xiao Han is really amazing, I'll also watch the five fowl plays you practice!" Grandpa Lin stroked his beard and smiled, but he didn't pay too much attention, he thought that Leng Binghan was just watching him learn a few tricks in the process of practicing, and he wanted to show himself and make himself happy, so he was also quite interested.

Leng Binghan walked to the open space by the pavilion, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and felt the breath of nature, and suddenly felt countless cool breaths, as if pouring in from the 108,000 pores, and fully felt an active air flow in his body.

He exhaled a light breath and danced.

Grandpa Lin, who was about to see the excitement, looked stunned for a moment, and there was a blank space in his mind for a moment. He looked at Leng Binghan's well-defined and somewhat immature face, and countless thoughts surged in his heart, including doubts, shock, disbelief, etc., which made him speechless for a while.

Although Leng Binghan is young, every move is sometimes as heavy as a mountain, sometimes light as the wind, sometimes as agitated as a tide, sometimes like an empty mountain and spiritual rain, sometimes like flowing clouds and water, and sometimes it is replaced by angry waves surging, stacking thousands of waves, almost making people breathless. I have studied hard for decades, and at this time I found that the five birds danced with such a charm, and I didn't know whether I was happy or resentful, and tears unconsciously flowed out of my eyes.

It wasn't until Leng Binghan had finished practicing for a long time that he took his hand quite excitedly and asked eagerly, "Xiao Han, where did you learn this?" ”

"Didn't you just learn it when you practiced Grandpa Lin?" Leng Binghan said: "But I feel that there is something wrong, so I changed it without authorization......"

Grandpa Lin was shocked for a long time before he sighed: "Xiao Han, you are really a genius, I have practiced for so many years, old man, and it is not as good as your perception in a few days." It's really a succession of hearing the Tao, and the one who reaches it is great. I must worship you as a teacher, and I want you to be a good student. After that, he pulled the cold sleeves and didn't let go.