On the broad back of Feng Buxun, Zhang Mingxin thought of his uncle and the old monk, although his physique was different, he was warm.

"Sixth Senior Brother, you are fine, I can go by myself, you can let me down." Zhang Mingxin whispered, at this time, the wind behind him was not found, it seemed to be different.

The wind is silent.

"Senior brother, will Master reproach us?" When children are in trouble or injured, they are always afraid of being blamed by their elders.

The wind is still silent.

"By the way, senior brother, I don't know Master's name yet." The strange wind was not found, which made Zhang Ming afraid, so he could only ask instead.

After a long time, Feng Buxun finally spoke: "Master, that is, Master." ”

After walking for a while, Feng Buxun said, "I don't know either." ”

Turn a corner, and in front of you, is the Valley of the Buried Sword.

Feng Buxun stood and looked around for a while, sighed, and walked forward.

When he arrived at the open space of the stone house, he put down Zhang Mingxin, Feng Buxun turned his back to Zhang Mingxin, and said, "Senior brother, let's chop wood." ”

The sixth senior brother walked into the doorway, Zhang Mingxin was obedient, set up an endless wood on the flat stone, held the black sword, and stared at the endless wood.

In the stone house, there was the sound of snoring and thunder, and after the wind did not call out a word of "master", the snoring and thunder stopped, and the sword valley was buried in an instant.

After a long time, another wind sounded like a pleading, "Master! After the sound, there was a "bulging" sound several times, but it was the sound of the wine jar smashing.

"Master, in another half a year, it will be ten years, let me ......" Another master, Zhang Mingxin vaguely heard half a sentence from Feng Buxun.

The Valley of the Buried Sword is finally quiet.

It's just that Zhang Ming's heart is chaotic, his eyes are staring at the wood, but in his heart he is looking at the stone house.

After a long time, Feng Buxun came out of the stone house, Zhang Mingxin watched, and just wanted to call his senior brother, but he saw that his senior brother's eyes were red and he smiled at himself.

"Senior Brother Mingxin, in the future, you will go into the mountains to cut trees by yourself."

The wind didn't come with a smile, silently Zhang Mingxin's round head, took a piece of wood and stood on the flat stone, and chopped wood with Zhang Mingxin.

"Old Seven, come in with firewood!" After a long time, the master shouted, Zhang Mingxin hurriedly responded, and looked around, last night and night, all the wood silk has been burned, where is there still "firewood"?

When I turned my head, I saw that Feng Buxun smiled and pointed to the ground, and the endless wood on the flat stone had already turned into a ball of inexhaustible wood wire.

Zhang Mingxin picked up the endless wood silk on the ground and entered the stone house, but the wind did not find it but did not enter with him.

In the stone house, the fire was shining, and the master was carrying the door hole with his back and kept the stove: "Block the gas!" ”

Zhang Mingxin hurriedly ran to the corner vat to dig black paste.

In just a moment, in the stone house, there was a scolding from the master.

Outside the stone house, Feng Buxun looked at the stone house in a daze, his face, a sad face, for a long time, he took a section of wood, and there was no sword in his hand......

At night, Zhang Mingxin cultivated turbidity, and the wind did not seek to cultivate aura, and still sat opposite each other, but they seemed to have nothing to do with each other.

Early in the morning, Zhang Mingxin woke up and took Qi Qi to chop wood, and even brought the sixth senior brother's share, but saw that the sixth senior brother was still meditating.

In the past, my brother always woke up before himself.

Zhang Mingxin just wanted to call his senior brother, but he opened his eyes, looked at Zhang Mingxin, and suddenly said, "Only take your black sword and wine." ”

Zhang Mingxin lowered his head and said "oh", and went to the wall to put down his senior brother's iron sword and wine.

"There is a cloth bag hanging on the wall, take a stick of incense, take a piece of flint." The wind is not looking for it and said.

Zhang Mingxin went to get it, in the past, it was the senior brother who came to get it. As soon as he turned his head, Feng Buxun had already stood up and walked towards the Burial Sword Mountain.

Zhang Mingxin ran to follow.

When he arrived at the lake of Fujian Mountain, Feng Buxun waited for Zhang Mingxin to come to his side, so he pointed to the huge iron chain and said lightly: "Bring incense, climb once a day, if it falls, light the incense next to the chain." ”

After a pause, the wind did not look for it and said: "If you go up the mountain, go to the most edge on the left, there are more than 30 swords alone, all of which have swords and no monuments, light incense, and then come down." ”

Zhang Mingxin nodded, put down the black sword and wooden pot, took off the animal skin clothes, and immediately got on the iron chain and climbed up.

The wind behind him was stunned, and he said, "Be careful." If he goes up the mountain in the sun, he lights incense and goes down the mountain quickly, don't be greedy for fun, the mountain is cold. ”

Zhang Mingxin nodded, crawling with his hands and feet.

It was still six hundred zhang, and he climbed this chain every day, and the highest place was also this number, and he fell into the lake.

paddling ashore, Zhang Mingxin shouted a senior brother, but everywhere, but there was no one.

Zhang Mingxin was stunned, but saw the black sword and wooden kettle moved from the place where the iron chain was buried to the lake. picked up the wooden pot and poured a sip of wine, Zhang Mingxin looked around for the sixth senior brother again, and shouted a few words again and again, but there was still no one.

Turning his head to look at the chain again, Zhang Mingxin gritted his teeth and climbed onto the chain again.

"It must be, I've been in the business for a long time, I can't climb the chain, I can't chop wood, I can't chop firewood, I can't even draw air, Master and Senior Brother, it's annoying me."

Zhang Ming thought while crawling, depressed in his heart, this time, a few more zhang, still more than 600 zhang, fell into the lake.

Again, two more feet, fell into the lake again.

After entering the lake three times, Zhang Mingxin was physically and mentally cold, plus the wine, after the master changed, his body was no longer hot when he drank, but cold and cold, although he was drinking, it was still better, but Zhang Mingxin didn't dare to climb again.

When he saw the sunrise, he picked up the things, lit incense in the place where the iron chain was buried, and went into the mountain to cut wood.

The mountain was quiet, the sixth senior brother was not there, there was less laughter, less sound of swords chopping wood, only the sound of Zhang Mingxin's careful exhalation.

Zhang Mingxin felt lonely for a while, shook his head, and it was important to cut wood.

Finding the endless tree the day before yesterday, Zhang Mingxin stood in front of the tree, and began to open his eyes to stare at the wood again, and close his eyes to cut the wood.

It's just that when I closed my eyes the day before yesterday, the remnants of the magical trees never reappeared.

Zhang Mingxin was annoyed again, and instead he went to cut down the endless branches that fell on the ground, but he couldn't cut them.

Zhang Mingxin shouted in annoyance, but saw that above his head, between the trees, a small piece of the sky was blue, the sunlight penetrated and fell to the ground, golden and golden.

Zhang Mingxin smiled, put aside his troubles, found an ordinary tall tree, used his hands and feet together, and climbed to the top of the tree.

With a piece of blood on top, Zhang Mingxin stood on the top of a tall tree and looked at the scenery around.

The tops of the trees are continuous, the snow is like white clouds, the morning sun shines on the snow, shining with crystal light, the blue sky is smokeless, and the sky is endless.

The corners of Zhang Mingxin's mouth naturally pulled up, and his heart suddenly opened up.

Standing on the top of this tree, just like that day, Mo Jingchen took him to the sword to travel in the sky, the clouds under his feet were patchy, and the sky was blue and blue on his head, he had shouted in the sky, as if he was frightened that the clouds flew faster, and he was also startled by Mo Jingchen.

"Yes, I am currently cultivating the Tao and cultivating to become an immortal."

Zhang Mingxin stroked the white mirror hidden in his chest and got off the tree.

When he looked at the endless wood branches again, Zhang Ming had no distractions, and only wanted to feel that the endless wood grain should be like.

When Master and Brother were brothers, he didn't understand.

Cultivate with your heart, cultivate into an immortal, and be able to resist the sword and travel in the sky, it will be good.

When I closed my eyes again, the shadows of the trees on the ground appeared in the darkness, and the trunks of the trees, with a trace of gray and white lines, were like rivers flowing upward, and the branches were like streams branching out of a river.

On the trunk of the tree, the thickness of the grain is exactly the same, but every foot, there seems to be some difference in the size of the grain, but the size of a needle's eye.

The trunk of the tree is a thousand silk wood grain, but it is only a hundred threads to see the difference, the position is also different, the difference is small and difficult to see, if it is not for Zhang Mingxin to see the wood grow up, the grass is section by section, since he was born in the mountains and forests, climbing mountains and catching beasts, the eyes are better than mortals, I am afraid that there is no difference in that place.

The branches, from the interface, every other section, are also the same as the trunk, but the branches have fewer filaments, and there are filaments of different sizes, but they mostly come out of the branches, and they can be seen slightly clearly.

Zhang Ming's heart moved, the broken sword waved, and slashed at the difference in size in the wood grain, and the black sword was muffled, did not bounce back, and leaned on the branch.

Where the branches of the trees did not meet, a small opening was cut, and several wooden thorns protruded.

The black sword has no blade, and compared with the wood grain, the size difference is more than dozens of times.

Hit! Zhang Mingxin thought lightly, staring again, and cutting again after a while.

After dozens of cuts, the small hole on the branch was cut obviously, similar to an ordinary firewood knife breaking through a mortal wood.

Zhang Mingxin was sweating all over, and sat down on his stomach, but his whole body was weak and extremely tired. I was busy looking for a wooden kettle from my side, but I grabbed it with my hand, and it was empty.

Turning his head to look, a touch of white, squatting not far away, holding the wooden kettle, lightly on the side of the pot, stretching out his beak and licking the water slurry in the pot.

Zhang Ming smiled innocently and said, "It's you, you also love to drink." ”

The white fox drank wine, and a pair of black eyes always glanced at Zhang Mingxin, and when he saw that he was aware, he screamed twice and looked up at Zhang Mingxin.

Zhang Mingxin stood up and approached the white fox, squatted down and touched the white fox's fur, the white fox stretched out its beak and bitten, Zhang Mingxin flashed with laughter, snatched the wooden pot at once, turned over and sat next to the white fox.

Pour a little water slurry into the wooden pot into the palm of your left hand, stretch it out in front of the white fox, don't look at the white fox, pick up the wooden pot and drink a few sips.

The exhaustion quickly dissipated, and the left hand was cold and itchy......

In the middle of the day, Zhang Mingxin returned to the open space of the stone house, and he could see from a distance that there were several wooden silk stacks piled up on the clearing.

Zhang Ming's heart was at ease, and he thought: "When I was buried in Sword Mountain, my senior brother left, but I rushed back to chop wood!" ”

Seeing that the wind was not to be found, he was sitting on the flat stone, staring blankly into the distance.

Zhang Mingxin called out to Senior Brother with a smile, Feng Buxun turned his head, answered, and turned his head to stay still.

Zhang Mingxin drank a few sips of water slurry, rested for a while, and then heard Feng Buxun say: "Senior brother Mingxin, chop wood." ”

Picking up the endless wood section, standing on the flat stone, Zhang Mingxin used the method of chopping wood, his heart was as calm as water, staring at the wood section, and after a long time, he closed his eyes.

See the shadow of the wood segment, but above the shadow of the wood, the wood grain is straight and curved, and the thickness is different, which is completely different from the endless wood in the mountain forest.

Zhang Mingxin was shocked, and the wooden shadow instantly dispersed in front of him, and he could only open his eyes in annoyance.

With his memory, Zhang Mingxin slashed down with a sword, although it was a muffled sound, the sword was not bounced off, but there was not even a wooden thorn where the sword was cut.

After the wood is not dry, it is so hard that even the wood grain can not be broken.

Zhang Mingxin was even more annoyed, and thought to himself, didn't I practice qi!

Raising the sword again, using the method of refining qi, in the past three days, the trace of turbidity in the dantian, running around the body, a sword cut down, the wooden section, was cut out of a trace of incision, although the incision is small, but it is thin and visible.

Zhang Ming's heart was full of burning pain, which was much more uncomfortable than meditating and cultivating, but his heart was so happy and tight, and he was so powerful when he practiced true qi!

Feng Buxun stood in front of him, with a look of surprise: "You actually closed your eyes, I was not wrong the day before yesterday, you are, you can see the wood grain!" ”

Seeing Zhang Mingxin nodding, Feng Buxun smiled on his face, faded again, turned around and sat on the side of the stone house wall: "Don't close your eyes in the future, open your eyes and cut it." ”

Zhang Mingxin scratched his head, he didn't know why, but he still listened to his senior brother's words and never closed his eyes again.

Meditate, close your eyes and meditate, shape, sound, smell, taste, touch, each of the five senses is less than a sense, the heart is stronger, the heart is clearer, it is the aura of heaven and earth, and the heart is felt, so that it can be observed and guided.

All things have spirits, the spirit is God, and God is created for the aura. In the human body, there is also the aura of heaven and earth, and the immortal tree is born by gathering aura, and it grows with aura.

The incomplete wood grain is the trace of the convergence and elongation of the aura of heaven and earth, and it can be seen only when you look at it with your heart.

All things can cultivate immortals, and each has its own way of cultivating immortals.

There is only a way to gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and grow, and mortals cultivate and draw qi into the body, but they are not as good as the ability of gods and spirits.

It is easy to feel the aura of all things, but it is difficult to find the aura of heaven and earth. The endless wood aura has become a dead thing, Zhang Mingxin can see in his heart, and he can't suck it into his body in the end, although there is a demon path with this cultivation, flowers and plants and orcs have it, but the spirit of absorbing wood is unheard of.

The aura of heaven and earth that cultivators induce is extremely thin and scarce in heaven and earth, and around those who are practicing, so cultivators need to have talent in order to feel more and attract more qi of heaven and earth.

And those who lack cool spirits and subdued arrows lack the power to communicate with heaven and earth, but they are endowed with wisdom, and they seem to have no chance with the aura of heaven and earth.

It's just that Zhang Mingxin, who lacks a soul and a soul, has already abandoned the aura of heaven and earth outside his body in his cultivation night and night, and only takes the turbid qi outside his body and the qi in his body to cultivate his own way.

Every day, he practiced a little turbidity qi into the dantian, and his body was burning, relying on medicinal wine and ice lakes to relieve pain, but Zhang Mingxin was so happy that he was one step closer to becoming an immortal.

Cultivating turbidity, do you want to become an immortal, or do you want to become a demon?