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Chapter 287: The Commandment

The name of the article on the stone wall says: Commandment. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The man hides six feet between the two instruments, does not work hard to fly and stands up with his wings, the days are flooded, he lives in peace and has no education, how is it different from birds and beasts? What will he do as a person? Be careful not to make his relatives pity and the evil one happy! Be conscientious and conscientious, never slack off at night, and must be aware of the reason on the outside and decide on the inside. Drilling the flint to remove the fire can continue the rising sun, and the waving wind can follow the screen. Things are inherently small and big, so don't people use them all?

When the practice of karma is contemplative, full of heart, good at the top of a thousand thousands, and wandering on the surface of the eight extremes; If you can do your best and listen to the destiny of heaven, you will be worthy of your parents! If you follow this, you will not fall for life, and you will still be encouraged, and you will take my words as your motto, and do not be heartfelt, and do not be hazy in your ambition.

"Drill the flint to remove the fire, you can continue the rising sun, the wind of the wave, you can follow the ...... of the screen" Zifeng repeatedly chewed on the two sentences of the article, for a while into contemplation, drilling wood to make fire, although the fire is slight, but when the sun sets, it can bring inch by inch of brilliance; the wind from the feather fan is insignificant, but in the hot time, it can follow the natural wind to relieve the stuffiness for people.

Although the little things are small, they lie in the accumulation, if you are willing to give up and do nothing, you will eventually fall into the quagmire and want to get rid of powerlessness.

Zifeng frowned, looking at the whole article of less than two hundred words, his lips pursed deeply, and he fell into deep thought. The thought has never been so clear and palpable as it is now, and the entire sea of knowledge has been swept by a mighty wind, only to feel that the thousands of dust in my heart have since dissipated and ceased to exist. The soul is also transparent, just like the bright sky overhead, the white clouds are open, and the sky is blue......

I don't know how long I stood there, Zifeng 'exhaled' a breath of turbidity, came back to his senses, and was refreshed. When he looked at the stone wall again, he bowed deeply and thanked him respectfully.

After that, sitting in the stone cave, the 'Soul Derivation Technique' quietly operated, winding towards the periphery, and the movement of the whole severed mountain was clearly presented in his own sea of consciousness.

It was empty, silent, except for the occasional flutter of birds and the chirping of birds.

For more than ten days in a row, Zifeng was thinking about the cliff, and he was busy. When I get up in the morning, I absorb the aura of heaven and earth, and nourish the fire of purple and mystical in the dantian, and the power of the sea. In the afternoon, with the ink knife in hand, all the exercises are practiced, and in the evening, the green light is a lonely shadow, and the mental method of 'Three Howls Breaking the Firmament' runs over and over again until the dawn of the rising sun.

Every time after reading the words on the stone wall, Zifeng always felt that there seemed to be something more in his body, and even Xiaoguang couldn't understand it, it was always something mysterious and mysterious.

At night, the moon is close within reach. Zifeng walked slowly on the empty Broken Mountain, and couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in his heart, I don't know if the relatives in the distance are also looking up, looking at this source of Wang Jiaojie, 'The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. ’

On the top of the lonely iceberg, in a house carved with ice and jade, a girl like a flower was lying in front of the window, frowning slightly, looking at Xin'er in the air, and had been in Xuanqing Palace for more than a month. In the secluded space, although the people around her treat her meticulously, it is this meticulousness that is full of the taste of caution, even if Xin'er wants to play with the people around her, frolicking, it is not allowed. Just yesterday, Xiaolan, who accompanied Xin'er, was punished by the elders for playing with Xin'er, and since then she has been locked in the ice palace and has rarely seen the light of day.

Since then, I can only be silent in my heart, and I dare not mention half a point. But when that round of moonlight jumped into the air, there was always a low murmur coming out of his mouth, "Brother, mother, father, Xin'er misses you so much......"

Today, the elder also said that as long as Xin'er can reach the realm of the Martial King, she will be allowed to go home, so that this sentence is like taking root, firmly entrenched in Xin'er's heart.

When Zifeng looked at the words on the stone wall by the moonlight, the lonely mind was suddenly dispersed, only to see that in the stone wall, the original text disappeared in the moonlight, replaced by a strange picture, the painting is a middle-aged man sitting on the ground, the man's eyes are slightly twilight, the body emits a faint fluorescence, fluorescent in the body, very soothing, Zifeng's turbulent mood calmed down in a moment.

No wind, no moon......

Zifeng was in a trance, standing there, his senses were lost, and everything around him was blurred.

Maybe this is what Cangyue said when she left, 'Think about the mystery on the cliff.' ’

Until the night, Zifeng's eyes were still as bright as the stars, open, but there was no trace of dry discomfort. A slight breeze blew, Zifeng's eyes slowly closed, and his expression was calm, as if it was a long-lost action, finding its home at this moment.

If there is a third person present, you will be amazed that the expression on Zifeng's face is the same as that of the man on the stone wall...... The breeze continued to float, and the words on the stone wall seemed to come to life, swaying, jumping down from the stone wall one by one, shining with golden light, and disappearing into Zifeng's body.

What kind of feeling is this, I only feel that the vitality is circulating, and there is a little more upright breath, as if the darkness of the world can no longer inhabit Zifeng for half a minute.

What is on the stone wall? In fact, this is exactly the mystery that when Yan Wu and Wen Cheng were tense on the day of Cangyue, a strange fluctuation was poured into the words, which made the two sides calm down instantly.

It is Haoran righteousness, the life of a martial artist, in addition to the cultivation of martial arts and instruments. There is also a humanitarian saying, but the humanitarian master talks about cultivating the mind, which is contrary to the Xuantian Continent's advocating of force, and the natural momentum is weak, declining, and disappearing in the long river of time.

But the mighty have their own breath, or arrogant, or domineering, or evil, and of course there is also righteousness. Zifeng was unconsciously contaminated with this mysterious breath, as for the use of Haoran righteousness, no one can know, it can be defined as because of an epiphany, thus overflowing temperament.

Before Zifeng's eyes were opened, and he was trying to comprehend this breath with his heart, the man sitting on the ground on the stone wall slowly opened his eternal eyes. At a glance, there was a thousand middle-aged men, slowly approaching Zifeng, and his illusory index finger knocked towards Zifeng's eyebrows......

Time stood still under this finger, including the small light in the sea of knowledge. This is an incomparable vastness, this is not power, but a feeling of the vastness of heaven and earth, a kind of apocalyptic plot of the universe.

Zifeng's sea of knowledge then became bright, brilliant and extraordinary.

And on the mountain peak not far away, Cangyue, who was sitting quietly, suddenly opened her eyes and sighed with a smile, "I'm old, I'm not as young as I am." After speaking, he shook his head and continued to close his eyes and recuperate.

At the same time, Zifeng came to the most important fork in his life.

If it's a wrong step, it's a wrong step!