Chapter 110: The Fifth Strange Man of the Dikun Palace
"You have accepted an interesting disciple, Yun Yazi. ”
Just when Wu Ming was happy that he could fly in the sky, a thunderous sound came from the iceberg under his feet, and then, the ice and snow on the mountain parted from the middle, and a middle-aged man with a bare body and white hair walked out of the crack of the mountain, and the wind and snow condensed under his feet, gradually forming a ladder that extended to the front of Yun Yazi.
Yun Yazi waved his sleeves, and the stairs formed by the wind and snow were broken at any time, but the man who climbed the stairs was not affected, even if the stairs under his feet were broken, he still walked in front of Yun Yazi step by step, his face was calm and unhurried, without a trace of waves.
"When will you be able to change your showy problem, you can go up directly, but you have to go to great lengths to get an ice and snow ladder, are you afraid that others will not see how high your cultivation is? ”
"It seems that you are not here to catch up with me, but to fight with me. ”
Between the white-haired middle-aged man speaking, his hands were already covered with frost, his hair flew high, just looking at the momentum, it had already made Wu Ming a little breathless, Yun Yazi was not to be outdone, his black hair was raised, the corners of his mouth were scarlet and evil, and from behind him, a viscous scarlet liquid slowly spread.
"Boy, you see, the real cultivation is how to fight. Yun Yazi said without looking back, however, Wu Ming also knew that this sentence was for himself, so he stabilized his mind at the moment and watched the battle in front of him well.
"It turns out that you came to fight with me for this little ghost, but you haven't thought about it, can he really understand our fight?"
While the white-haired middle-aged man was talking, there was wind and snow rising out of thin air around him, colliding with the red liquid around Yun Yazi, and it was difficult to distinguish between them, and the two of them had already rushed towards each other, fists and feet were added, and the surroundings of the two were turbulent, but in the world outside the red liquid and the wind and snow, they were not affected in any way, the wind was still blowing, and the snow was still falling.
The battle between the two of them lasted for three days and three nights, the towering peaks were flattened, and the snow all over the mountains was dyed red, which was nothing more than the aftermath of the battle caused by the wind and snow and red liquid around the two of them being broken through a small opening.
It is conceivable that in that special environment, how fierce their battle was, Wu Ming stood aside, his heart swaying, it turned out that this was the battle between the powerhouses of the Tongxuan Realm, compared to them, he was like an ant with fangs, maybe stronger than other ants, but it was still an ant.
The white-haired middle-aged man disappeared into the wind and snow, and Yun Yazi, who had already recovered his long black hair, had silver strands in his hair again, which was a phenomenon of excessive consumption of soul power and spiritual power.
"Well, what do you see?"
"The powerhouse of the Xuan Realm, it is really terrifying, in front of you, I can't even bear the aftermath of the battle. ”
"That's all?"
Obviously, Yun Yazi didn't just want to hear such an answer, Wu Ming should see more things in such a battle.
"When Shizun fought with this senior, it seemed that they were relying on your surroundings to strengthen their strength. ”
"Very good, what you said, in the world of cultivators, it is called the realm, every cultivator, in the end, has to practice their own realm, we are in our own realm, the combat power will increase a lot, then you know now, do you take you to see the reason for this battle?"
Wu Ming was silent, he didn't know why this battle was called real cultivation by Shizun, this was the battle of the powerhouses of the Tongxuan Realm, he actually only saw the afterimages, and the aftermath of the battle, could it be said that only when he reached the Tongxuan Realm was the real cultivation?
"Ming'er, it seems that you still haven't seen what Master wants you to see, you come with me. Yun Yazi flew forward, and Wu Ming's body was also pulled forward by a force, this time, Yun Yazi's speed was so fast that Wu Ming couldn't see the surrounding environment clearly.
"Hell, open your eyes, look at everything around you, and write it all down. ”
Yun Yazi's voice resounded in Wu Ming's mind, like a spring thunder exploding, he tried his best to open his eyes wide, and tried his best to collect the scenes that passed around him into his eyes, although it was very fragmentary, but there was a strange feeling that slowly appeared in Wu Ming's heart, like some fragments, but he couldn't put them together.
Yun Yazi, who was flying, looked down at the clothes on his body that were gradually turning gray, and muttered, "It's too late." ”
"Ming'er, keep your mind, next, I will let you go through the Xuan Road again. ”
Yun Yazi stopped, his hands quickly pinched the handprint on his chest, a strange symbol gradually perfected in his hand, and finally, Wu Ming finally saw clearly, it was a "Xuan", just the moment he saw it clearly, Yun Yazi's hands slapped on his chest, the moment the word "Xuan" entered the body, Wu Ming's unformed soul was pushed out of the body, wandering between heaven and earth.
He saw the flowers bloom and fall, saw the revival of all things, saw the withering of all things, saw the rivers, saw the mountains, saw the trees, saw the birds and beasts, but they just passed by in a hurry, but they were deeply imprinted in his mind.
Wu Ming finally understood what his master needed to see, there was no place where he could not practice, and there were suitable monks in every place, after all, everything has a Tao, and where there is a Tao, there are people who cultivate the Tao.
When Wu Ming opened his eyes again, he had already returned to the Dikun Palace, accompanied by Niu Mou, lying on the grass on the top of Dikun Peak, surrounded by a beast-shaped Niu Mou, silently eating grass.
Wu Ming sat up and looked around, the sun was shining on the grass, he had never seen the surrounding environment so clearly like now, why could anyone who had entered the Tongxuan Road be able to cultivate to the Tongxuan Realm, because in theirs, they had already seen their own world clearly and knew how to cultivate their own side of the world.
He is no longer obsessed with retreat, he can practice anywhere now, all he needs is time and opportunity, he can become a powerhouse of the innate realm, and he can see a wider sky.
Since then, in addition to the weirdos who play chess with themselves, the weirdos who wear red clothes, the weirdos who drink hard, and the weirdos who are dressed in pink, there is one more weirdo, a weirdo who herds cattle and reads books all day long, and doesn't think about cultivating.