Chapter 487 - There is a death in the song

"The tattoo master only cultivates the gods, but no matter how strong the spiritual consciousness sea is, it can go up to the poor and fall into the Yellow Spring, but the physical body is not strong enough, and it is just a rootless tree after all. 」

"The tattoo person only cultivates the body, even if the physical body can be immortal, but the spiritual consciousness is extremely fragile, and it can't keep up with the strength of the physical body, and in the end only a stinky skin can be left. Song Zhixuan shook his head and said, even though he didn't think much of the cultivation system that was now popular in the mainland.

The next sentence of his words was enough to shock the earth: "Therefore, no matter in the north and south, there will no longer be a powerhouse of the Six Palaces Realm on the mainland. Because if it weren't for the physical and spiritual cultivation to the limit, it would have reached that realm. 」

Song Zhixuan stretched out his finger and taught, "Like those cultivators who have stepped into the Five Palace Realm and the Thousand Pattern Realm. Like Wanshu Daoist, do you know that he is now tirelessly cultivating his spiritual power every day? Like Chen Songqing, do you know that he attracts starlight into his body every night and refines his physique?"

"It's just too late. 」

"They've missed the best time to practice. 」

"But. Song Zhixuan said seriously, "It can't be said that they are at fault. 」

"If they hadn't cultivated just one, they might not even be able to step into their current realm. And even in the current realm, it is enough to stand proudly in the heavens and the earth. Therefore, they will not and dare not casually tell their juniors about tattoo repair. 」

Song Zhixuan shook his head and smiled, as if laughing at the thousands of cultivators in the world: "Because they are afraid of disturbing the Dao hearts of their juniors. If the Dao heart is in chaos, there will be no more talk of the Six Palace Realm, and even the possibility of stepping into the Five Palace Realm or the Thousand Pattern Realm will be wiped out. So they don't dare to bet. 」

Xu Yan and Jin Qianji were already speechless with shock.

Then Xu Yan remembered that every time Zuo Chengzhe heard the idea that he wanted to cultivate both, he would angrily reprimand him, saying that it was an evil demon. Obviously, the practice method of only those who practice tattoos or tattoo masters is the general trend, and it is also an easier way to practice.

"In that case, then why do we still have to follow the path of tattoo cultivation?"

Song Zhixuan laughed, and the long ponytail behind him swayed slightly, like a wolf full of ink: "Those who can't take the path of pattern cultivation are just talking about ordinary people." 」

"Like you, the Seventh Senior Brother, aren't you cultivating the three realms of forging, alchemy, and medical skills, but you are not creating the method of refining soldiers?" Song Zhixuan raised his eyebrows, as if he had thought of a good analogy: "If forging is used for the tattoo cultivator's self-cultivation, and alchemy is for the tattoo master to cultivate the spirit, then the method of refining the army created by the seventh junior brother is the avenue of tattoo cultivation." 」

Song Zhixuan looked slightly sideways at the small lake in the garden, and Bai Er walked with his head up, looking noble and dusty: "We are disciples of Yunfu, and we take an unusual path. If you stop in fear of difficulties, how can you reach the top?"

............

The sun rises and the moon sets.

Day 6 in the blink of an eye.

This is the sixth day that Xu Yan and his party have come to Yunfu.

In the eyes of others, Yunfu and the others would simply be idle and waste their time.

Mr. Wang Qi, the fourth gentleman, just walked under the banyan tree every day, pondered hard about the chess game, and occasionally caught Xu Yan and Jin Qianji to fight him;

Mr. Five Qu Xuan still plays the music with his fingers bent, and occasionally plays the piano incorrectly, and he will play it dozens or hundreds of times repeatedly;

The third gentleman, Xu Shichang, still laughed like a devil with Lan Mingxin in the house, pouring food into Xu Yan and Jin Qianji's mouths every day, and recording their reactions with a small book;

The second gentleman, Yan Wuzhao, practiced the dance steps every time, her dance steps were very beautiful, but not only the soft fingers of the beauties, but also the masculine beauty of opening and closing, Jin Qianji could vaguely see that these dance steps could resonate with the surrounding grain force;

Mr. Song Zhixuan's life is even simpler, he gets up at six o'clock every day, spends forty-nine breaths purifying, and then feeds fish, plants flowers, admires clouds, listens to the wind, reads, writes, and paints with a smile.

None of them were doing anything related to cultivation.

But just like Song Zhixuan once said.

They're doing things related to life, which is practice.

Wang Qi's chessboard is dotted with dots, and mortals may vomit blood and internal injuries at a glance, but he is actually not contemplating complex patterns?

Xu Shichang's changing cooking and cooking, isn't he actually doing the deepest analysis of all creatures in the world?

Qu Xuan will force himself to play it hundreds of times even if he is out of tune with a small note, and when the sound of the piano comes out after thousands of tempers, how can anyone not be intoxicated by it?

Yan Wuzhao's dance steps were even more in line with heaven and earth, and she only took six steps against the realm that day, and her terrifying force and coercion overwhelmed them, so when she danced with all her might, how could the world not be shocked?

As for Mr. Big......

Xu Yan and Jin Qianji asked themselves if the realm was not enough, and they couldn't see the clues.

It's just that Jin Qianji occasionally sees the calligraphy written by Song Zhixuan and the landscapes he paints, and he can't help but close his eyes, and it is difficult to look directly. Song Zhixuan would smile and cover it with something, and said that the realm of the two of them was not enough.

When they live their lives, they integrate their spiritual practice into it.

There are thousands of avenues in the world, who can say that what you are walking is necessarily right?

In that case, why not follow a path that is comfortable with you?

Idealism, everything is a floating cloud.

The desire of the heart is the thing you love, the skill of the heart, and the way of joy.

............

Xu Yan and Jin Qianji's house naturally could not be built in just six days. It's just that the two of them have a tent to protect themselves from the rain at night and sleep on the ground around the fire. Listening to the sound of the wind, the rain, and the cicadas, I slept quite peacefully.

When it came to the afternoon of the sixth day, the two were still being tortured by several senior brothers and sisters, but the expressions on their faces were much more natural. Like Jin Qianji and Wang Qi, at least he began to understand some chess techniques.

Like Xu Yan listening to Qu Xuan's tune, he can also follow the music and howl ghosts.

On this day, Xu Yan looked at Qu Xuan, who had been bending his knees to play the piano, and suddenly spoke, "Fifth Senior Sister, your injuries ...... Do you want to go over to cure it?"

Qu Xuan's face remained unchanged, he didn't even raise his head, he was still as cold as a silver spring falling from the nine heavens: "I have seen it for a long time. 」

"Many years ago, when I first started, Senior Brother took me to seek medical treatment, and even the divine doctor Murong in Pingnan had seen it. 」

Xu Yan was silent.

Although Qu Xuan did not say the result, decades later, Qu Xuan is still unable to walk, which means that even Murong Yan has not been cured. For Murong Yan, from the initial disgust to the final insipidity with a faint admiration. Although he is different from Murong Yandao, he does not conspire with each other.

But he had to admit that Murong Yan's medical skills were extremely high, and there were only two people who could stand side by side with him or even surpass him today.

One is his own cheap master, and the other is his own biological father.

"Senior sister, you also know that I have a certain knowledge of medical skills. If you don't mind, can you let me see?"