In the early morning, the sound of the waves came and went.

Fang Yue had another strange dream last night, dreaming that many people were telling him something.

He had a splitting headache, was upset, and couldn't sleep well all night.

Waking up from his sleep, sitting on the bed, and listening to the sound of the waves outside the cabin, Fang Yue slowly calmed down.

"It's the third time, why do you have this same strange dream, is it something else?"

Fang Yue helped his head, he had a faint premonition in his heart, but he couldn't figure it out for a while.

He got up, got dressed, and walked out of the little room in the cabin.

It was still early in the morning, and most of the passengers slept in the Chase bunk inside, and only the early risers were busy outside.

However, Fang Yue saw a woman in white, standing on the bow deck of the ship, looking out at the rough sea.

In the early morning, the sea is quite stormy.

As soon as Fang Yue got out of the cabin, he was blown by the strong wind on the sea, his hair was disheveled, his clothes were disheveled, and his image was completely lost.

However, looking at Lin Qingyi standing at the bow of the boat, no matter how strong the wind and waves were, his clothes were flying, and his long hair was lightly brushed, and he was not messy at all.

The wind shines on the water, in front of the rolling waves, fluttering as if you want to fly in the air.

This scene is pleasing to the eye, and people can't bear to move their eyes slightly.

Fang Yue couldn't help but think of Zhuangzi's description of the Gu Shooting Fairy:

"The mountain of contempt is inhabited by gods and men. The skin is like ice and snow, and it is like a virgin, it does not eat grains, sucks wind and drinks dew, rides the clouds, and flies the dragon, and swims beyond the four seas; Its spirit is condensed, so that things are not flawed and ripe. ”

Lin Qingyi's most eye-catching thing is her temperament, ethereal and empty, detached from the dust, not like ordinary people in the world.

This is also why Fang Yue only thinks about the female monks after knowing that their sisters are unusual, and never thinks of the eerie ghosts.

Fang Yue braved the wind and waves, walked to the bow of the boat, and the waves hit the hull of the boat, splashing, bit by bit, and spilling on his body.

"Miss Lin, morning."

Lin Qingyi turned his head sideways, saw that it was Fang Yue, smiled slightly, and said, "Young Master Fang, early."

The two faced each other alone, and Lin Qingyi's attitude was polite and detached, but he didn't twist it, naturally.

Fang Yue looked at her perfect side face, smooth and delicate skin, crystal clear, at such a close distance, there was still not a trace of flaws.

He turned his head and followed Lin Qingyi's line of sight to look at the rolling sea in the distance.

Fang Yue approached Lin Qingyi, naturally not out of the love of men and women, although I said that I am a fair lady and a gentleman, but if the gap is too big, it is boring to be self-deprecating.

He wanted to ask the other party some questions.

Fang Yue still didn't know much about the extraordinary power of this world.

Although after communicating with Yuan Zhixing for a period of time, I have learned a little bit about it.

But Yuan Zhixing is also an acquired martial artist, and what he can really get in touch with is limited.

Nowadays, it is rare to have a high-ranking monk on the same boat, and the other party is barely half an acquaintance, so if you don't ask the other party for advice, then you can't talk about it.

"Miss Lin, this time I want to go to the northern part of Yunzhou to learn from a teacher, seeking to break into the innate realm.

It's just that although I am ignorant and understand martial arts, I don't have a master to teach me, and I don't know anything about the martial arts cultivation world.

I have some questions I want to ask for advice below, but I don't know if the girl is willing to condescend to help answer them. ”

Lin Qingyi said with interest: "I thought you were spitting for a long time, and you wanted to say something." In terms of cultivation, I am just a forerunner, if you have any questions, you can ask, what is the condescension? ”

Fang Yue smiled: "Then thank you girl first."

He thought for a while and said, "I heard that the martial arts realm is divided, and after the day after tomorrow, open up the Purple Mansion, and transform the heavenly qi in the dantian into innate true qi, so as to enter the innate realm."

Above the congenital, it is said to be a martial saint. What kind of realm is that Martial Saint? But what is above the Martial Saint? ”

Lin Qingyi shook his head and said, "Martial arts only have two realms, innate and acquired, and martial saints are not realms, but more of an artistic conception."

Fang Yue said: "What is the difference between artistic conception and realm?"

Lin Qingyi said: "The realm is divided, as long as you follow the internal strength cheats step by step, and if you have enough qualifications and hard work, you can achieve it."

And the artistic conception of the martial saint needs to be practiced to the extreme of the innate realm, if there is comprehension, the artistic conception can be obtained.

It is not contained in the cheats, nor can it be taught by word of mouth. To understand is to understand, and what does not understand will never understand.

It should be more of a martial arts belief, and the process and result of each person's comprehension are different. ”

Fang Yue's brows furrowed, he has a merit system, he is not afraid of step-by-step, what he is most afraid of is this kind of unreasonableness.

If you are enlightened, you will be enlightened, and if you can't realize it, even if it's just a little bit, you'll never be able to realize it.

However, these are not the key, Fang Yue is more concerned about another point.

"Above the Martial Saint, is there really no realm?"

Fang Yue asked without giving up, he was not afraid of the long and difficult road, what he was afraid of was that there was no way to advance.

Seeing Fang Yue's look of gain and loss, Lin Qingyi smiled, like a sister looking at her stupid brother, and said:

"Martial Saint is what many martial artists dream of.

You must know that in the land of a state, with a population of tens of millions, there may not be two or three martial saints.

If you really become a martial saint, the governor of Yizhou will be respectful when he sees you, and the real master who guards the first palace will also politely call you 'Taoist friend' when he sees you.

Even if you go to Dizhou Shenjing, you can have your seat.

So, you're not satisfied? ”

Fang Yue came back to his senses, knowing that his reaction just now was a little transitional.

He is now just a little acquired martial artist, and he dislikes the martial saint who has risen to the apex of martial arts, which really seems a little wrong.

Busy cleaning up his emotions, he said: "When I was a child, I listened to the stories of gods and monsters, and I often heard the heroes in it slaying demons and destroying demons, moving mountains and reclaiming the sea, and even picking stars and moons, so I thought it was ......."

Lin Qingyi shook his head with a smile and said: "How is it possible, no matter how powerful a mortal is in martial arts, it is impossible to move mountains and reclaim the sea, let alone pick the stars and take the moon."

Fang Yue hid the disappointment in his heart and asked again, "What about cultivation?" What are the realms of cultivating the Tao and cultivating Buddha, and are there any limits? ”

Lin Qingyi said: "Cultivation is divided into three realms, Qi cultivation, Peiji, and Ning Dan. Then, it is the 'Land Immortal', which is also a heavy artistic conception, and it needs to be cultivated to the extreme of Ning Dan before it has a chance to break in.

The national teacher of the Great Qi Dynasty is a land immortal. ”

Fang Yue frowned, digesting the information in Lin Qingyi's words.

In other words, in this world, whether it is martial arts training or cultivation, there are limits.

Cultivation is a little better than martial arts, one level higher.

But neither of these things met Fang Yue's expectations.

If you want to live forever, you can obviously not meet this requirement in the world of freedom, whether it is practicing martial arts or cultivating.

In fact, there is also a power system, Fang Yue didn't ask.

That is the spiritual blood of the family or something, Fang Yue faintly heard about it.

But the family is secretive, this kind of thing is not easy to ask, and at the same time, Fang Yue is also a little skeptical about whether Lin Qingyi is a member of the family.