In the following time, the Bodhi tree did not give Chenfeng any chance to buffer, and brought Chenfeng into one story after another, either sad or happy, or treacherous or chivalrous, or clever and desperate to fight back or ignorant and inactive, or bell ringing Ding food or pillow wind and snow......

From many stories, Morrowind has changed from curiosity at the beginning to anger or joy, always empathetic but unable to do anything, and in the end, Morrowind has become numb, no matter sad or happy, just quietly watching. Perhaps because of this, after the end of the last story, the Bodhi Tree stopped his pranks.

Morning Wind looked around blankly, this unknown space still did not change in the slightest, and he didn't know how long it had been in reality. Standing up, facing the Bodhi tree, he said loudly: "I have a question, please solve it." ”

There was silence all around, and only the sound of the leaves of the morning breeze was echoed. Morrowind didn't ask, and continued to say to himself, "What kind of Tao do you say, and what about the way of the Tao?"

Morrowind's question is very simple, the original words ask what is the Tao in this world, and what should be done if the so-called Tao is obtained. After waiting for a while and seeing no response, Morrowind was a little disappointed and prepared to turn around and look for an exit.

"There are thousands of Taoists, and there are thousands of Taoists. The Tao has no size, no right or wrong, no right or wrong, formless and colorless, and no word. The way of others is to steal. The way of the Tao, the way of the Tao is the way..."Just as the morning breeze turned around and was about to leave, the thick and indifferent voice sounded again, and in the end, it seemed to have leaked the heavenly secret, and it was obvious that he had not finished speaking but was no longer speaking.

Morrowind didn't ask for follow-ups, and as promised, he didn't ask any more questions, and just stood with his back to the Bodhi tree. Thinking carefully about Fang Cai's words, combined with the many stories he had experienced, Morrowind finally came to his senses.

There is no answer to what the Tao is, and how it is is different from person to person. Whether it is right or wrong, ignore the antecedents, ignore the consequences, but just do the right thing.

Thinking of this, the morning breeze suddenly brightened, and his brows stretched. Turning around, he hugged his fist and bowed to the Bodhi tree: "If you strayed into this place today, you have to point out the maze to enlighten the enlightened way, and he will be successful day by day, and he will live up to his heart and benefit the people." ”

At the moment when the morning breeze finished worshipping and finishing the words, a palm-sized leaf on the Bodhi tree gently fell on the hand of the morning breeze. By the time Chenfeng opened his eyes, he was already outside the Dao Hall.

Looking around, Chenfeng found himself standing on the top of Tushan Mountain, looking at the second floor of the desolate Yunshan, Chenfeng had a feeling of being in a different world, more than a hundred years had been spent in the Daoist Hall like this, and I don't know how long it has been in reality.

At the same time, Lian Chengyu, who was about to break through at the foot of the dirt mountain, sensed the breath of the morning breeze again, so he stopped and returned to the barren grass to continue basking in the sun, scolding and scolding: "Sneaky, disappear for a long time." ”

The morning breeze discerned the direction and went down the mountain in the opposite direction to the time he came, which was explained by Lian Chengyu before going up the mountain.

As the saying goes, it is easy to go up the mountain and difficult to go down, and the same is true of this inexplicable dirt mountain, Chenfeng walked a few steps and found that it only took some effort to go up the mountain, but this downhill, not only the strength, but the vitality in the body involuntarily gushed out of the body and slowly dissipated.

Although he was a little surprised, Morrowind continued to walk down. After walking out of about half a pillar of incense, a feeling of fatigue came, and my mind was also groggy, and the whole person was drowsy. This is due to the depletion of the vitality, which has caused the damage of the divine soul, although he still knows a little about the divine soul Chenfeng, but as an alchemist, he still knows this common sense.

Stopped, half-sitting on the ground. In the small baggage he carried, the dry food given by Lian Chengyu was barely enough to eat, and the morning breeze was on the hillside while chewing the dry food while watching the sunset.

Overgrown with weeds and the sunset is like blood, this scene is also unique when viewed closely.

Until nightfall, Chenfeng did not move again, honestly waiting for the strength and vitality to recover, there was no way, he had not officially practiced the qi, so he could only let the vitality recover naturally.

At night, when the morning breeze finally fell asleep, the whole earth mountain shook gently, like a cradle, accompanied by the shaking of the mountain, and the sound of breathing was faintly audible. Morrowind didn't know anything about it.

At dawn, the morning breeze woke up in the early morning as usual and practiced the Heaven Splitting Fist and the Turtle Breath Breath.

Seeing that the morning sun was about to jump out of the ground, Chenfeng no longer hesitated, and tried to practice the qi according to the law, but tried several times, until the morning sun hung far in the sky, but it was fruitless, which made Chenfeng somewhat disappointed.

Continuing to descend the mountain, while the strength was still good, the morning breeze quickened his pace, and he didn't want to waste time on this barren mountain any longer.

An hour later, the morning breeze stopped in front of a stone monument, just as it had encountered when going up the mountain, only this time it was different, there was only one problem on the stone monument.

"At the peak of martial arts, what do you want?"

"What an idiot's question, a mountain is higher than a mountain, I knew it when I was three years old. Morrowind stood in front of the stone monument with some disdain and muttered to himself.

"Boom" With the words of the morning wind, the stone monument in front of him exploded and turned into stone chips all over the ground. Morrowind was a little hard to believe, was this a test? It was too easy, who could be difficult.

What Morrowind doesn't know is that many years ago, there were countless people who couldn't pass this level, all those who practiced always had to fight for the highest and strongest, few people understood the truth of higher and stronger, and almost everyone thought that the highest state must be a fixed number, so they were all preconceived when facing this problem.

How can there be a correct answer to a proposition that is wrong?

Moving forward again, after a short break on the way, at noon the morning wind came across a second stone monument on the way downhill, on which there was still only one problem.

"There is no order to learn, to reach first, to the capable teacher. What's the explanation?"

Faced with this problem, Morrowind thought about it carefully, but it was only a few breaths. As if he had thought completely and left nothing missing, Chenfeng stood in front of the stone wall and said softly: "There is a time for life, and there is a precedence in nature. The one who reaches it first is the first one who comes first, not the first of others. Those who are capable can be teachers, but teachers do not have to be capable. ”

The words of the morning wind fell, and the stone tablet in front of him shattered again. Chenfeng shook his head, this is a prank, how can such a simple question be repeated, not to mention that this is still on the famous Cloud Mountain.

Moving forward again, Morrowind encountered another stone monument, and Morrowind still passed the pass easily. It was dusk again, and the exhausted morning wind sat down on the ground, wondering when he would be able to go out of the mountain and go home.

There was nothing to say all night, and the next morning, after the morning breeze finished practicing, he hurried away, because the dry food had been eaten, and he was hungry at the moment.

At noon on this day, the morning breeze could already see the wild grass under the mountain, and it was estimated that it would be able to go down the mountain in another hour, and the morning breeze finally breathed a sigh of relief. But an hour later, when the morning breeze reached the foot of the mountain, it was a sudden change.

A man in Tsing Yi, long and healthy, did not smile, and blocked the middle of the road!

Chenfeng looked at the somewhat vague figure and was a little nervous, this is the native of Yunshan? Doesn't it mean that Yunshan has disappeared for 10,000 years? Is this person friend or foe? What is the purpose of stopping on the road?

Morrowind thought a lot in an instant, and seeing that the other party didn't speak, he had to stammered and asked, "You...... You...... Great!"

"Who is the boy and how old is it?" The man in Tsing Yi has been staring at the morning breeze since he appeared, and at this moment, when he saw the morning breeze slipping his hand, he asked casually, with a thick look of doubt in his eyes.

"A man from the mountains, just eight years old. Morrowind replied honestly.

"Eight years old from the mountains?" The man in Tsing Yi was even more puzzled, as if he suddenly thought of something, and asked again: "Who is Ling Zun?"

This question made Morrowind a little embarrassed, not to mention you, I also want to know, so I simply replied, "I don't know." ”

"Oh, is there anyone else at home?" asked the man in Tsing Yi again.

"Since I was a child, I have been helping Uncle Lian, and I have a dog, and then there is a lost girl. Chenfeng still answered honestly, and when he thought of Chen Qingqing, there was a smile on his face that couldn't be hidden, so he added, "The girl is as big as me." ”

"Uncle Lian, Lian Chengcheng?" The man in Tsing Yi was a little anxious, ignoring the second half of Chenfeng's sentence, and without waiting for Chenfeng to answer, he added: "Or Lian Chengyu?"

"Do you know Uncle Lian?" Chenfeng was a little surprised, and after asking, he found that the man was always staring at him, so he hurriedly added: "Uncle Lian's name is Lian Chengyu." ”

received an affirmative answer from Chenfeng, and the man in Tsing Yi laughed heartily regardless of his image, and finally tears flowed out without knowing it. This makes Morrowind more and more overwhelmed, is this person really insane?

For a long time, the man in Tsing Yi stabilized his mood, but he always had a smile on his face. With a wave of his hand, the wind rose, and when the morning breeze saw his figure clearly, the man in Tsing Yi had already walked in front of him, holding a string of black bracelets in his hand, a total of ten beads, nine of which were pitch black and shining, and one white bead was round and clear.

"Seeing is fate, I sent you. The man in Tsing Yi threw the bead in his hand to Morrowind.

"He is successful in his daily cultivation, and he must remember that he must not be soft on the demon and subdue the demon. The man in Tsing Yi looked at the morning breeze and smiled: "The green mountains do not change, the green water flows forever, and the life is the most important, remember." ”

Chenfeng nodded ignorantly, watching the man's figure become more and more blurred, and couldn't help but ask, "Are you leaving?"

"I'm leaving, it's worth it. Tell Lian Chengyu that when the young eagle grows up, the cemetery will come to meet. The man in Tsing Yi's voice was full of excitement and satisfaction, and he stretched out his right hand to touch the morning breeze, but before he could touch the morning breeze, the whole person turned into a gust of breeze and dissipated.

The morning breeze stood in place in a daze, clutching the beads, at a loss.