Sen Sen directly does more than 100 searches, and is high into the green and dark without attaching to the forest.

Ten thousand winds generate night sounds, and the moon shines on thousands of mountains and hangs in autumn.

Is it because of the cultivation power of dung soil, and the heart of self-cultivation?

The lack of materials in the corridor temple should be seen, and the unscrupulous craftsmen in the world should not invade each other.

This is a poem by the Northern Song Dynasty reformer Wang Anshi, entitled "Ancient Song". In this poem, whether it is "high into the green and not attached to the forest" or "because of the cultivation power of dung soil", there is a rather dangerous tendency.

This tendency has been perfectly embodied in Wang Anshi's subsequent political career. His Excellency Wang, who adhered to this concept, stirred up the political arena of the Northern Song Dynasty to make a chicken fly and a dog jump, and people and beasts were restless.

However, if we only look at personal studies and cultivation, this poem is enough to clearly reveal a pattern and realm called "lofty".

After Fang Tian finished speaking, there was silence inside and outside the venue, and even the constant croaking of frogs and insects seemed to be far away from several people at this moment.

These people, including Morrich, Pat, Orson, and Ryan, including the five old men, including Sharjah, and, of course, the true listener who sat across from Fang Tian, Muro.

Hearing this, Mu Luo was like being hit by five thunderbolts, needless to say, what he said was that this person was completely stupid. Under the traction of these words that seemed to have the power of what to do, Mu Luo's last twenty years flashed in his mind like a streamer, scene by scene, piece by piece, extremely fast and incomparably clear.

Until then, Mu Luo had always thought that he had been successful in life.

Especially at the age of forty-six, when he finally broke through to the sixth level and advanced to the seventh level, huge surprises and great glory seemed to come like a tide overnight, drowning him.

"Master Muluo" has already been called this by many people, not only ordinary people, but also cultivators who are also magicians, in fact, by his time, there are relatively few ordinary people in contact.

Even, even several mages who were more friendly with their teachers in the past no longer only called "Muluo", but added a "Your Excellency" to the end.

"Lord Muro" is a title from a real mage!

The first time he heard this title from the mouth of a mage, Mu Luo immediately thought that he had heard it wrong, and then, after reacting, he felt as if a huge fireball was rushing towards his heart, and all of a sudden, it ignited him.

For a long time after that, Mu Luo felt dizzy, as if he was really about to become a mage. Mu Luo is a little regretful, why did the teacher only accept him as a disciple when he was about to die, so that he has today, but the teacher can no longer see it, if the teacher can see it, how good it would be!

It was in this feeling, in the respect and admiration of countless magicians, that in a hurry, twenty years had passed.

Mu Luo also went from the original seventh level to the ninth level as he wished.

Ninth level, that's one foot into the mage's storage zài!

Under this huge and gorgeous aura, many reverence turns into awe: many admiration turns into worship: many surrounds also become attachment. Unconsciously, he, a quasi-Fa named Mu Luo, has become the lord of a city. Although it is only a small city, it is not comparable to a big city like Juyan Castle and Bō Castle, but no matter what, the lord of a city is the lord of a city after all!

Sitting in the position of the city lord, Mu Luo felt that he really had the demeanor of a mage.

However, sweet dreams are the easiest to wake up from. As long as it's a dream, there will always be a moment to wake up.

Promoted to the ninth level, as the city lord, these two huge happy events made Mu Luo ignore a yīn shadow that should not be ignored, and when Mu Luo finally faced this yīn shadow, this yīn shadow, which had already turned into a hideous monster, came to him, just waiting to swallow him in one gulp. And he, the quasi-law and city lord, didn't even have the strength to fight back against this monster, so he could only watch this monster get closer and closer to him as time went by.

Mu Luo felt more and more irritable, seeing that nothing was pleasant, after a series of unpleasant events, Mu Luo had a premonition that if this continued, something would happen sooner or later, and finally, he resigned from the city lord and left the small city......

In fact, it wasn't until I changed to a new environment that I really woke up completely.

He is not a Mulo mage, nor is he a Mulo lord, nor is he a Mulo City Lord, he is just a ninth-level magic apprentice, a magic apprentice who is about to die, and a magic apprentice who has no progress in meditation. ,

A magical apprentice who could only wait quietly for the day that would and would soon come. Ten years, how long is a magician?

At this time, the teacher's original words came to his ears again: "Mu Luo, you have good qualifications, and you are also stocky, with these two points, it is not impossible to become a mage like a teacher in the future." It's just that the teacher is a little worried about Mu Luo, after you advance to the seventh level in the future, you must not go down the wrong path......" "Mu Luo, you have to remember that the time of a magic apprentice is never enough! As long as you haven't been promoted to a mage for a day, you can't relax for a day, even if you are only forty or fifty years old and reach the ninth level......"

At that time, Mu Luo regarded this as an old man's instructions before he left, although he was sincere, he was too verbose, and he also looked down on him too much.

So, although I heard it sincerely at the time, in fact, I slowly forgot about it soon after.

I remembered this again, but it was forty years later. Forty years ago, he was full of ambition. Forty years later, he was already dying.

How many days and nights, Mu Luo chewed word by word the instructions left by the teacher before leaving, and often, unconsciously, he was full of old tears.

That's a thank you to the teacher for this word of encouragement.

That is also the guilt and remorse for putting these words in the back of my mind for decades.

Forty years later, I realized that the teacher was deeply hearted. Forty years later, I understood the weight of the teacher's words at the beginning. Forty years later, in the period before Mr. Caiwu died, when he looked at him, that kind of meaningful look.

That's gratification, that's also worry, and more, I still can't rest assured.

But at that time, where could he have experienced this? By the time he did, it was too late. Or, it can also be said that it is because he is late that he can experience this?

Tranquility and far-reaching.

In the glimpse of the past, Mu Luo realized what Fang Tian said about "Ning", what he said about "quiet", and what he said about "far", and felt that his whole person was quiet.

If you could have heard this 20 years earlier, where did you come from today?

Of course, it is possible that if you had heard this twenty years ago, you would have let it go as if you had said it to the teacher?

"Your Majesty Fang Tianzun, I will leave Hongshi Town, return to Nangang City, and practice in retreat according to the method you said, if you can't advance to the mage, I will no longer be out of the customs. ”

After a long time, Mu Luo slowly stood up and solemnly saluted Fang Tian.

This time, the ceremony is no longer the 30 degrees at the beginning, but a full 90 degrees. After the ceremony, Mu Luo straightened up, and looked at Fang Tian for a long time, before he sighed and said: "Your Majesty Fang Tianzun, the grace of today's teaching, but there is no way to repay it. I don't know if we will ever see each other again in the future,......... , Your Majesty Fang Tianzun, I will leave now!"

After saying this, Mu Luo didn't hesitate anymore, turned around and left.

Walking to the gate of the compound of the Maple Forest Mercenary Group, and when he was about to step out of the courtyard gate, Mu Luo turned around again, facing the direction of Fang Tian in the side courtyard, and once again bowed deeply and saluted.