The next day, Zeyun and others went to the arena to practice spiritual power collectively according to the instructions, but they didn't see someone coming slowly until morning, and it was one of the eight gentlemen who came to teach spiritual power yesterday, wearing a gray cloth shirt, stepping on two straw sandals that had almost turned black, not tied around the waist or hairpin, carrying a gourd filled with wine in his hand, and the smell of wine came to his face, like a ruffian in the market, even so, but everyone was also very respectful to this person to show respect, after all, he could come to Lingshan as a teacher, It's definitely not a general.

The person who came straight through the crowd, walked towards a pavilion on the north side of the arena with swaying steps, and then collapsed to the ground, his right hand supported his head, and his left hand waved in front of him, and a row of bamboo slips appeared in front of him, and then with a flick of his hand, the bamboo slip flew out, just fifty copies, a roll in front of each person, and looked closely, this bamboo slip was no different from the real thing, but he could clearly feel the fluctuation of spiritual power, and it was actually transformed by spiritual power, and the magic of spiritual power and physical transformation requires very skilled use of spiritual power and extremely deep spiritual power support. Looking at the gentleman's handy appearance, the spiritual power must be unfathomable.

"This book has a way to transform spiritual power, and the rest of it is self-realizing. Check your cultivation progress at the time of application. ”

After the gentleman finished speaking, he fell asleep deeply, leaving a group of people at a loss, about a quarter of an hour later, everyone took the bamboo slips to find a place to study, Zeyun sat in the southernmost stone pillar that could barely cover the sun, opened the bamboo slips and studied them carefully, this bamboo slip said that spiritual power was originally the qi of all things, but it can come from thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, a grass and a tree, a tree and a flower, the land of Wanjiang, the bright moon and long wind, sunny days and rains, all are the ontology of spiritual power, and thousands of red dust, feel and think, heart think, heart where it is, It's another evolution of spiritual power, and the spiritual power of the former is likely to be obtained by all those who practice magic, but the evolution of spiritual power in the latter is really a matter of fate.

Let's talk about this first step, feel the spirit of all things, introduce the spiritual energy into the body, and then let the spiritual energy enter the Du pulse and the 409 acupuncture points of the whole body and finally gather in the dantian, until a spiritual vortex can be formed at the dantian, which can be regarded as a successful cultivation of spiritual power, and then the spiritual vortex will absorb spiritual power independently, and with the step-by-step addition of practicing spells, the spiritual power that the spiritual vortex can store will be more and more.

Zeyun couldn't help but rub his temples after reading it, these are all afterwords, how to feel the spirit of all things, and then introduce it into the body, there is no mention of this bamboo slip at all, it is simply confusing, I don't know where to start. Zeyun looked back at everyone, all of them had a bitter face, even Xi Yuan frowned, it seems that it will be difficult to have a result today.

When it was almost time to Shen, it was obvious that some of the disciples were already a little irritable, everyone had not eaten a drop of water in the morning, and the sun was shining, and they were worried, which was really tormenting. After a while, seeing that Shen Shi was about to pass and the sun was almost on the side of the mountain, the gentleman stretched his waist lazily and walked lazily out of the arena

"Let's all disperse, come back tomorrow."

Only then did everyone look tired, and they walked in groups in the direction of the canteen. Zeyun looked at the dusk sunset on the side of the mountain in the distance, the residual glow on the horizon gradually faded, the breeze blew on her face, everything in front of her seemed to be covered with a layer of fire, like the last sight she saw in the distance was flooded by the fire, and the queen mother, at that time the queen mother always liked to copy books in the small flower pavilion in the back garden, she didn't like to be lively, so she always swinged next to the small flower pavilion, it was also such a sunset evening, she suddenly remembered the sentence that the queen mother often recited, "The sound of mangrove cicadas is full of sunset, and the white hair hurts each other." "Out of thin air, she has a feeling that she doesn't like, is it possible that today's clothes have become smaller again?

At three o'clock, Ze Yun returned to the small kitchen of Xingchen Pavilion, washed a bunch of freshly picked vegetables, put them on the board, held a knife in his right hand, pressed a round potato in his left hand, chopped a few times, and took a white and fat radish, and the same steps were repeated... It wasn't until all the dishes were cut that she breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and took the candle to make a fire, this was the first time she cooked alone, in the past in the Blue Country, someone was waiting, there was Xi Yuan that day, and he also fought himself, and today he personally went into battle to know that there are still many doorways here, and the senior brothers in those canteens are really powerful.

Suddenly, there was a low laugh at the door, Lan Zeyun looked back, and saw Xi Yuan standing at the door holding a Boyun jade fan, leaning lightly against the door, wearing a white shirt, standing at the door and looking at her with a smile in the corner of his eyes. The stone is like jade, the pine is like green, Lang Yan is unique, and there is no other in the world. This is the impression that Xi Yuan left on her.

"What's the matter, Mr. Xi fell in love with the small kitchen of our Star Pavilion?" Lan Zeyun wiped his face and looked at the person at the door and asked.

Xi Yuan didn't reply, his eyes turned and he laughed out loud as he looked at the pile of unformed dishes on the board.

"I never thought that now you are a sword, they have become fish and meat, and you have bullied them like this."

"No matter how you say it, you will be eaten in the end, how can you take it by your appearance, as long as you are not ruined, you will not lose your value."

"Yes, the girl is very eloquent, but you are uneven in size, I am afraid that it is not easy to grasp the heat, and it is inevitable that you will become a loser in the end."

As he spoke, Xi Yuan stepped forward, put the jade fan in a clean place, then rolled up his sleeves and began to transform the pile of vegetables. Seeing this, Ze Yun stopped talking and continued to light a fire, only the sound of a knife touching the board came from the small kitchen, and there was an inexplicable feeling of incomparable harmony. Half an hour later, Ze Yun took a bowl of vegetable porridge and ate it contentedly, the porridge that had just come out was steaming, Xi Yuan looked at the person eating porridge in front of him, and his heart was like being rubbed by a kitten, soft and itchy.

On the second day, everyone came to the arena again, and the gentleman still came at the hour and left at the time of the hour, without saying a word. After seven days like this, someone finally couldn't help it.

On this day, the gentleman walked into the arena slowly, and a disciple knelt in front of him with his hands clasped into fists, his face dark.

"Sir, the disciple knows that he is stupid, but he really doesn't know the intention of the gentleman, and he asks the gentleman for guidance."

"Yo~ I still know that I am stupid, yes, my son can be taught"

“…………”

When the disciple heard this, he immediately blushed, a little angry and didn't dare to attack.

The gentleman walked into the gazebo and yawned

"These seven days, a day of wind and drizzle, a day of clear skies, a day of lightning and thunder, a day of torrential rain, a day of twilight, a day of fierce winds, a day of heavy snow, suddenly stones flowing gold, suddenly folding glue and falling fingers, do any of you know what it means."

After Mr. finished speaking, a heated discussion began below, Zeyun held his chin in his hand and frowned, it is strange to say these days, it is obviously the weather in April, but the weather in this arena is fickle.

Today's early spring breeze blows, drizzle lingers, full of vitality, the second day suddenly the sun is shining, it seems to be the middle of summer, and the first day on the edge of the arena is still pink peach branches, the next day suddenly topped up the tender green peaches, the third day suddenly heavy rain pours, the people in the arena except for the gentleman who slept in the pavilion as usual, all were drenched.

On the fourth day, the peach miraculously became big and pink, and on the fifth day, when everyone came to the arena, suddenly the fog surrounded, and the weather became cold and bone-chilling, and the mist dispersed, and the weather returned to the warmth of spring.

On the seventh day, it was even more outrageous, and the sky suddenly snowed without warning. It seems to be the four seasons of the year, yin and yang are harmonized, and the cycle is reciprocated.

Yin and Yang Harmony... Yin and Yang Harmony... Don't... Be... Zeyun suddenly realized that the spiritual platform seemed to be washed by dew, and the initial sense of chaos disappeared in an instant.

So quickly found a stone platform and sat down, slowly learned to breathe in the qi, felt the yin and yang qi in this arena, the sound of the outside world gradually disappeared, at this moment Zeyun seems to be in an enchantment, all year round, wind and rain, the morning sun and twilight, midsummer and winter snow, she can clearly feel that she seems to have experienced countless springs, summers, autumns and winters, like walking on an endless road.

It was pitch black behind him, the four seasons of reincarnation ahead, in these countless reincarnations, I always felt that there was a moment that I couldn't grasp, just like a flickering light, and it suddenly went out at the moment when it was about to touch, so dozens of times, Zeyun felt that he was on the edge of a cliff, and as long as he was a little relieved, he would fall down and fall to pieces.

It was very tormented inside, and this feeling of hovering between hope and disappointment was really driving her crazy, what the hell was that, what was it?

The body seemed to be surrounded by some viscous liquid, breathing became extremely difficult, her mood gradually became irritable, then numb, and finally hopeless, the road seemed to be finally unable to go on, Zeyun stopped, knelt on the road, the darkness behind was approaching, the scenery in front of her slowly became hazy, her eyes began to dilute and empty, and a deep sense of powerlessness came from all directions, what is it?

She grabbed her hair, lowered her head and kept asking herself, the darkness behind her finally came to her side, like a huge mouth of the abyss, devouring Zeyun, it was over, she looked ahead, slowly closed her eyes, waiting to be completely submerged, a pink petal in front of her was blown into the darkness by the wind, and fell on her face, like a gentle and soft hand caressing her cheeks.

This is... How does the wind feel? Zeyun suddenly opened her eyes, looking at the peach blossoms floating everywhere in front of her, the originally faint light suddenly enlarged, she stretched out her hand and put it in the air, the sticky feeling miraculously dissipated, only the wind mixed with the petals danced between her hands. The thing that couldn't be caught turned out to be the wind!