"A weak human body, a fragile life like duckweed, this is the human race."

In the barren garden, Lin Zhengyang strolled through it, thinking slowly.

"From here, the human race does not have any advantages."

"However, it is this fragile race that can create an unparalleled splendid civilization in just a thousand years."

"And many naturally powerful races, but for hundreds of thousands or even millions of years, have been trapped in the quagmire of the feudal period, dragons, witchcraft, and extraordinary powers flowing in the blood, in fact, these too powerful forces will hinder the development of civilization········ Because they are strong in their own right, they lack the motivation to progress! ”

Looking up at the sky, there was a faint flash of electricity on the gray clouds.

The dim raindrops, dense and dense, fell quietly.

On a transparent curtain around him, faint small ripples appeared.

"It is precisely because of weakness that I have to sign up for a group to keep warm, and I have to grope for progress in the dark."

"Even if you hit your head and bleed, you still ignite the fire of civilization after all."

"The Fusiliers have mastered the secret of fire, and thus humans have mastered the flames."

"This fragile race, in the coming time, has made countless attempts."

"Alchemy, alchemy, natural technology, magic········· In the end, it is the natural technology that can pass the world that prevails, because it points to the origin of the avenue and is the most universal. ”

"This doesn't mean that Taoism doesn't have the feasibility of promotion, it's just that the world is different, just like this world, luck is the way."

"If it were a Western fantasy world, there would be no mystic world dominated by gods."

"However, they are all sides of the avenue, and they are high and low in each other's parts, only whether they are suitable or not."

"The outward appearance is different, the reason is similar, and the essence is the same, all attributed to the Tao, because the Tao can contain everything."

"This is the Tao in my mind."

Walking on the slippery stone slabs, the rain crackling on the leaves of the trees.

The wind and rain hit, the clothes are not wet, and the wind does not blow.

The stone pavement under the mottled layers and disrepair has long been overgrown with weeds, and the stone slabs in some sections have cracked.

The rain quickly mixed with dust and mud, forming a shallow depression that flooded the road surface.

didn't care about the rain, and didn't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, Lin Zhengyang walked alone.

The surrounding light was getting dimmer and dim, and visibility was low despite daylight.

Lin Zhengyang's body was obviously brighter than his surroundings, wearing white clothes and white robes, with mango shoes under his feet and bamboo hairpins on his head.

However, it can be in the wind and rain and mud without pollution.

After a while, as the sky grew darker and darker, the clouds in the sky were as thick as ink, and the surroundings were completely darkened, almost as if it were night.

Lin Zhengyang's whole person was as bright as the bright moon, and from a distance, it was like a full moon, slowly walking on the ground.

The whole body is clear, clearly gathering a condensed bright yellow circular halo, and the outer circle, layers of clear light, softly illuminates the surroundings.

Within a few hundred steps, it's like daylight.

It has come out of Chengdu and belongs to the barren mountains and remote mountains.

There are hundreds of thousands of residents in the city, the king's law is strict, and the luck is shrouded, and the slightest movement will cause a storm in the city.

Lin Zhengyang left Li Chengye's body in the palace, and divided a divine thought to preside over it on his behalf, while the deity walked here as a primordial god.

The peak of the ghost immortal, the spirit is condensed, like a human form.

The yin god carries the yin nature, so the perfect yin god, like the full moon, generally manifests the appearance of the yin.

If the exercises are special, they may manifest other Dharma phases, which are generally feminine, such as Jade Rabbit, Guanghan, Jade Cicada, and so on.

The step of yin and yang is to give birth to young yang from old yin.

This is the principle that the extremes of things must be reversed.

Yin and Yang are opposites and coexist, and after the cathode, yang energy is born.

It's simple, but it's not easy to do.

In Lin Zhengyang's inner vision, the yin god is bright and clear, but there are still some shadows that cannot be checked.

White and slightly flawed.

This is his most vivid feeling.

If you want to have a yin and yang, you must refine the dregs and return to Qingming.

Divine thoughts are also a kind of Qi, but the divine thoughts are too sparse, it is difficult to discern and perceive them one by one, and they are born and perished, and it is difficult to eradicate them.

There is a trace of unclean thoughts, impure meanings, and there is a trace of darkness lurking in the yin god.

Even if you are a sage, you can't get rid of them all, you can only rely on water grinding kung fu, spend a lifetime of experience, and use the world to grind out this darkness.

Until there is no more selfish thoughts, the real heart is like the moon, and the pitch is not ashamed, it is a great light, and the light is like the moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

In addition to this, there are shortcuts.

Lin Zhengyang silently used Xuangong, and the light and flames around his body converged, turning into a bright silver rainbow and rushing towards the sky.

The yin god is Qi, it is light, if it can be refined to purity, it can turn into rainbow light and escape.

If the slag is too heavy, it is a gray shadow, dim, at best, a gust of black wind, black fog, and so on.

The rainbow light travels through the clouds, silver with a little bright yellow, from below, like a snake, like a line, like a dragon, meandering, fleeting.

Lin Zhengyang's journey through the thick clouds was not as easy as he thought.

The dense clouds, like a mire, turned into rainbows by the light, were subjected to unimaginable resistance in them.

Originally, the divine qi that came and went freely and could turn into a breeze was gradually wrapped and divided, like a butterfly struggling in amber.

In the distance, the clouds collided, the lightning flickered, and the slightest thunder swam in the rainbow light.

The fine electric light, crispy and numb, spread throughout the whole.

During the thunderstorm, clouds collide every moment, and small pieces of lightning continue to be transmitted to the rainbow.

Some of the fragments of rainbow light that were differentiated first began to change, gradually changing from bright silver to bright yellow.

Clearly, he felt himself differentiated into thousands of tiny silver rainbow rays, spreading all over the clouds, constantly bearing all kinds of subtle thunder blows and grinding.

Little by little, I felt the unspeakable pain of being torn apart and annihilated.

If the thunder is too powerful, it will directly destroy part of the silver light.

However, after all, a small number of them, after bearing just the right amount of thunder, consumed those stubborn yin scum and reached the extreme of pure yin in an instant.

Then, naturally, absorbing the wisps of electric light, the ubiquitous thunder essence, began to undergo a deep transformation.

A wisp of yang and harmony is born from within.

The so-called shortcut is to take the risk of spreading the divine qi all over the thunderstorm clouds and repeatedly tempering it.

Some of the dregs that are usually indelible, as well as external demons, will be destroyed by different levels of electric light in the process.

The only thing to worry about is that no matter what, a considerable part of the divine qi will inevitably be defeated and destroyed by the electric light.

There is no way for good or evil, but people call themselves.

If you want to take shortcuts, you naturally have to take risks.

This is the thunderstorm.

If you don't grasp it well, it's a catastrophe, and if you grasp it well, it's grinding.