There is no internal force in the body, although the serpent-like escape mission will regather the true qi of the Northern Darkness over time, and more and more, but for the time being, Ziqin really feels an inexplicable relaxation.

He took steps, not in any direction, nor in the future, but simply walked forward.

I don't know where this road leads, but Ziqin walks with interest, just like his life road, although I don't know what lies ahead, but only has a calm heart, this road will never lack freshness and interest.

The longing for home is still lingering in the heart, however, there is no trace of sadness, only a faint warmth, home, may have long been unfound, but that trace of memory is enough to make people have a permanent aftertaste, if there is such an eternal warm aftertaste in a person's life, wouldn't it be a great luck.

Ziqin's footsteps don't seem to be fast, he loses his internal strength, and the only light skill he can use is Ling Bo Weibu, however, at this time, he didn't use any light power, just walked with two legs and feet, and the surrounding space and all things in nature seemed to be integrated with him, and his walking didn't seem to be using his own strength, but the space and everything were helping him move forward.

Don't use your thoughts, don't use your intentions, this is a common saying, many martial artists and Taoists like to say, but even the most intelligent martial artists, the most refined Taoists can never do this state of absolute nature, and at this moment, Ziqin has not done anything, but he has just reached this realm.

Fighting with Pang Ban, he may not have touched the way of heaven and man, but Ziqin has already crossed the level of the peak of the grandmaster after all.

Ahead. A big city appeared in his eyes, and Ziqin did not dodge in the slightest, and went straight into the city.

Ziqin didn't know what the name of this city was, although Ziqin only needed to look up slightly at the gate of the city to know where he was at the moment and how the plot would develop next.

However, at this time, Ziqin seemed to have lost interest in these, and in his heart, there was no longer the slightest utilitarian in his eyes, and he no longer had any thoughts of holding everything in his hands.

Ten thousand laws are natural, Ziqin has never been as close to nature as he is at this moment.

At that moment when he was about to enter and not enter, Qin understood the deep meaning of the Dafa of forgetfulness. At the same time, I also know that in fact, many occult practitioners have always been wrong.

Too forgetful. It is not to forget all feelings, but to forget all your extreme thoughts, control, and jealousy. Pathos. Ecstasy. All extreme emotions are wrong.

At first glance, this seems to make people become stones, not liking or angry, not loving or hating. In fact, Ziqin understands that Taishang is not forgetful.

Taoism said that the twelve less, as the highest spiritual realm of health preservation, Ziqin has always believed that modern science has long proved that joy, anger, sorrow and happiness are actually toxins, which will harm the human body.

Therefore, Ziqin has always thought that the twelve young people are indeed the realm of health preservation, and the Taishang forgetfulness is indeed the highest realm of Taoist thought.

However, it wasn't until the battle between this world and Pang Ban, combined with Li Ruohai's memory, that Ziqin understood that the so-called Taishang forgetfulness was just a manifestation of spiritual cultivation to a certain level.

At such a moment, ordinary things will not make him have any mood swings at all.

However, this is not that he deliberately suppressed his own nature, on the contrary, this is Ziqin's true state of mind at the moment, he does not care about anything, his heart is free of dust, this is the real realm of Taishang.

Tavern, there is wine, Ziqin sat at the window, his gaze was as natural as the blue sky and white clouds, at this moment he had taken a key step, it stands to reason that it should be radiant, you don't see Pang Ban, the waves are the focus wherever they go, that is, the appearance of the waves is ugly, but only because of the temperament on the body can also attract countless people.

And Li Ruohai, who is possessed by Ziqin, is handsome and beautiful, and can be called the most beautiful man in the world, but at this moment, Ziqin is sitting at the window, but it is like a grain of dust, a cloud, although there are many people walking around, but no one notices Ziqin, it seems that he is already a table and a chair.

Partial birth is natural but without the slightest concealment, others will still pay attention to his handsomeness, but they will only feel that this should be so.

There should be such a handsome person and such a man in this world.

Freshness, naturalness, fun, innocence, everything is just a change in Ziqin's state of mind, just as nature generates new life, and the new life comes to explore nature, everything is the natural cycle of heaven and earth.

Drink after drink poured down the throat, and fine food was laid out on the table.

Ziqin's face had a look of enjoyment, and these mundane things did not make Ziqin, who was about to take the last step, tired in the slightest.

People who have not really reached this state will never think about how wonderful this state is, and there is no need to suppress themselves, and there is no need to deliberately do anything, and their minds and emotions will be as natural and fresh as flowing water.

Suddenly, Ziqin's eyes looked out the window, and at this moment his internal strength was completely lost, however, his perception was more keen, not only deliberately, but also passively sensing everything.

He felt a strong surge of murderous forces from the back of the street, and the target of these killing machines was him.

Ziqin's brows furrowed slightly, he didn't hate killing, however, at this moment, he didn't like this killing environment very much, you know, that kind of natural state of mind is not something that Ziqin can maintain at this moment, especially it is more difficult to maintain naturally.

Fought with Pang Ban, escaped death, fused Li Ruohai's state of mind, and then gave up the internal strength of the whole body through Feng Xinglie, completed Li Ruohai's last wish, and broke the obstacle through Li Ruohai's obsession, so as to get the real freedom, so as to find the so-called Taishang state of mind.

It can be said that there is a little deviation in any of these things, for example, when giving up the internal force, if there is a little bit of one's own purpose and mind in it, it is absolutely impossible to maintain a peaceful state of mind, and when it is handed over to the sugar gourd, if it is not able to fully incarnate Li Ruohai, it is absolutely impossible to cut off the obsession, and the mind transformation is only in an instant, all this is only a little deviation, and that Ziqin will never step out of the peak of the grandmaster.

If Ziqin can give up everything like the eagle at this moment, maybe he can find the way of heaven and man without using force.

However, it is a pity that Ziqin will never be able to use force, and the task of freedom is still there, but Ziqin has to cultivate, so Ziqin can only experience this state of mind for a short time.

Sighing slightly, Ziqin took a sip of the wine in the toast, he finally knew why Yingyuan took half a step at the age of eighteen but withdrew, if he couldn't find that state of mind, but who could really take a step.

When Ying Yuan was eighteen years old, his cultivation might be enough, but his state of mind was definitely not enough.

Let's go, let's go, let's go, the fate of the dust is not over, talk about the immortal road.

Ziqin put down the wine glass, and suddenly looked outside, and several handsome and extraordinary figures appeared outside the tavern, which was actually a hodgepodge of monks and laymen.

"The Alliance of Eight Factions."

Ziqin shook his head and smiled, he thought of the seeds of the eight major factions in the original book, these people are all elites cultivated by the eight major factions, but their behavior and deeds are very regrettable.

This so-called seed, don't say to deal with Pang Ban, it is Feng Xinglie, Qi Changzheng, Han Bai and other young generation masters are not better than them.

These people may have enough strength, but their state of mind is too weak.

State of mind, this is Huang Daxia's world, if a martial artist lacks a state of mind, how can he become a strong man.

In front of him, the figure swayed, and a shiny bald head was already sitting opposite, but it was a monk with long white eyebrows and about fifty years old.

Ziqin looked at this monk carefully, Bodhicitta Gong, this is a kind of martial art that impresses Ziqin very deeply in the original work, a bit similar to the dead wood magic skill of the Tianlong world, the more you practice in the early stage, the more you look old, however, when you are fully practiced, you will rejuvenate and rejuvenate, and your hair will turn black, of course, this martial art belongs to Buddhism, and it is difficult to say whether it will turn black or not, and no one has practiced this martial art to the highest level, so everything is just speculation.

In the original book, Pang Ban discovered the monk's cultivation, leaving an irreparable flaw in his heart, destroying this Bodhi Garden with words, and possibly the only monk in history who could practice Bodhicitta skills.

At that time, Ziqin didn't think that Pang Ban could see through how powerful this monk's cultivation was, because the so-called masters in countless martial arts novels could see through people who were not as strong as themselves, but at this moment, Ziqin looked at the monk sitting opposite, but he understood the horror of Pang Ban.

What this monk cultivates is neither internal strength nor any moves, but just a simple state of mind, yes, state of mind, bodhichitta skills, everything is in one mind.

This is the true state of mind cultivation for the mastery, and if you want to see through this kind of mastery, the only thing you can rely on is the mind.

When the monk sat opposite, Ziqin didn't need to see or hear, but he could feel that the monk was shaking again, it was not that people were shaking, but that the monk's heart was shaking.

Ziqin could detect this, but Ziqin couldn't tell how long it would take for the monk to be fully accomplished.

Suddenly, Ziqin understood that Pang Ban's state of mind was still one level deeper than him, and in the valley, even if he tried his best, it would never be possible to defeat Pang Ban.

Perhaps, at this moment, he is like a wave in Pang Ban's heart, a seed planted by Pang Ban, a seed of hope, and a seed of hope that opens the way of heaven.

This thought turned in his heart, but he didn't leave the slightest trace, at this time, Ziqin was still in that state of mind, but his heart would never be invaded by external objects.

"Monk, look at the banner outside."

Quietly looking at the monk opposite, when the other party was about to speak, Ziqin suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed to the banner hanging outside the tavern.

At this time, the breeze, the wind blowing, the flags rolled slightly, Ziqin's fingers, and the monk's gaze also looked over. (To be continued......)