The wind comes to thin the bamboo, and the bamboo does not leave a sound when the wind passes; the geese cross the cold pool, and the geese go to the pond without leaving a photo.

Naturally, Fang Tian remembered this sentence from his previous life again. With the departure of Grote and Nanjin Sanel, his consciousness fell silent again, and then unconsciously, under the flower tree, he stood like that, and then stood again until night.

The sun is setting in the west, and the twilight is getting closer.

This is a complete wilderness, a radius of 100 miles, no traces, in fact, even during the day, it is quiet. But at night, although it is quiet, it is naturally a different atmosphere.

When the sun sets, it takes away the hustle and bustle, the glitz, and the restlessness.

When night came, the whole world began to be quiet. And when the starlight in the sky gradually brightened, the soft and dim light spread to the whole earth like a little imperceptible mist.

Or rather, sprinkle it down.

At this time, Fang Tian was like grass and trees, bathed in this starlight and mist.

The surging of qi and blood in his body gradually stopped again. This kind of cessation seems to come naturally with the setting of the sun, and it is not deliberate by Fang Tian. As it has always been, it will not be long before his consciousness will follow his body into near-complete silence, thoughtless and unconscious.

However, this time, this is not the case.

Just when the consciousness of the body gradually fades into nothingness, it seems to be sudden, and it seems to be a matter of course, and the consciousness has come to another world.

Hundreds of lines appear in consciousness.

This is the first feeling.

And with this first feeling came the starlight that fell down, and once it fell on these lines, it was like a small flying insect falling on a spider's web, caught in a snare.

And when these stars are caught in the net, they slowly dissipate. Immerse yourself in those lines.

Gazing at this qiē, in my consciousness, there was a very delicate and delicate touch, like warmth, coolness, trembling, and silence.

Fang Tian's mind moved slightly, although he still perceived, his consciousness was no longer fixed on those lines.

This is a new real yàn.

Sure enough, or rather, as expected. The touch of the lines is gone. The starlight is still pervasive, but from the body, it passes through without leaving a thread.

The starlight slipped away. The conclusion was condensed. ——

If the starlight is a fish, then the meridians of the body are the nets. And consciousness. But it's the hand that the net.

Without conscious perception and contemplation, the starlight fish will not fall into the net of meridians.

It's like before, countless days and nights, infinite starlight has been sprinkled down without a moment, but there is not a single trace of it. Left behind by his body.

And change happens in this moment.

Regardless of the follow-up, this night should be a different night. In fact. The daytime of this day is also a different day.

The next moment, Fang Tian's mind was silent, and his consciousness was once again condensed into those lines, that is, the meridians of his body, feeling the water of starlight, which penetrated into this river of meridians bit by bit.

It's a really amazing feeling.

Body, meridians, faintly came a feeling of hunger, as if a person had been hungry for a long, long time, and like a piece of land that had long been arid and solid, at this moment, finally ushered in the rain from the sky.

But that Gan Lin was really too little and too little, which actually gave Fang Tian a feeling of "the more he ate, the hungrier he became".

And "the hungrier you are", the clearer Fang Tian's perception becomes.

After this feeling lasted for a long time, Fang Tiancai faintly realized that the "hunger" of the meridians was real, not false, but more real, it was a certain program of the body, reviving and activating.

Then, the consciousness is only fixed, and there is no longer the slightest fluctuation of thoughts.

According to the knowledge of previous lives, the stars in the sky, whether bright or dim, are all amazing stars, and some of them are even galaxy-level beings.

These stars or galaxies, some small and some bloated, some young and some old, the oldest ones, probably at the beginning of the birth of this universe, have already existed.

This also means that some of the seemingly ordinary starlight falling from the sky may be ten years ago, some may be a hundred years ago, some may be a thousand years ago, some may be ten thousand years ago, some may be a million years ago, and some may be 100 million years ago.

Others, possibly 10 billion years ago.

Or even older, and much older......

The magic of creation is here. It takes countless things that are amazing, admired, worshipped, or incredible, and so carelessly swaying through the universe.

On the scale of time alone, whether it is a second or a billion years, it is just an idle time.

Throughout the ages, in different worlds, countless nights, how many people, or how many living beings, have ever thought that the light that passes through the hairline, through the eyes, and through the body may be the existence of 10 billion years ago?

From ancient to young, from eternity to the present, the river of time, in fact, flows endlessly, flowing in the whole heaven and earth, flowing in all the earth, flowing among all the plants and trees, and flowing around everyone.

This night, this moment.

Fang Tian used the body given by Creation to feel the magic of Creation itself, and at this moment, he felt the desolation of the earth.

Smallness and vastness, moments and eternity are intertwined.

Although this body is small, it is also a creation, and at this time, there is a light that has existed since the beginning of the world, flowing in it and blending into it.

And in this flow, Fang Tian stood quietly and spent the night.

When his consciousness was re-extended, his mind moved again, or to put it bluntly, when Fang Tian "woke up" again, his feeling for his body was different from before.

Big difference!

After a night of starlight penetration, at this time, even without careful contemplation, the hundreds of meridians in the body are quite clearly presented in consciousness, and until this time, the endless starlight is still like silk, falling from the sky, penetrating into these meridians.

Faintly, Fang Tian seemed to hear the endless sound of tinkling knocks, which was the water of starlight, dripping into the river of meridians. Of course, Fang Tian clearly knew that the voice or something should be an illusion.

In fact, it is not all hallucinations, it should be the body's perception is extremely acute, and it instinctively converts certain touches into sounds.

A sound that is "heard" not with the ears but with the consciousness.

Of course, this doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter if it's real or illusory.

The starlight is not illusory, the body is not illusory, the changes in the meridians are not illusory, and the contemplation of consciousness is not illusory. In other words, is this kind of starlight infiltrating into the meridians a new kind of practice?

The instinct of the body sues sù square day, yes.

Then some memories of his previous life became active in Fang Tian's consciousness,

"Gengshen night moon, among which there is the emperor's slurry, its shape is like countless olives, ten thousand golden threads, surging through, hanging down the world, the grass and trees are affected by its essence, that is, it can become a demon. This is a guy who was also a gourmand in his previous life, and he wrote about Qi Kaizhi's strange class in his spare time.

Immediately after, Fang Tian remembered another word, "Sun Jing Yuehua".

In other words, this night of his, can it be regarded as incarnating a monster and absorbing the essence of the sun?

It looks similar, but in fact there are two big differences: one is that it does not breathe through the mouth and nose, and it is not breathed through the mouth and nose, but "captured" through the meridians of the body, and the other is that the person who is accepted is not the sun essence, not the moonlight, but the starlight.

Actually, then again, starlight is no different from sunlight and moonlight, right?

So wait until daytime......

With this thought at this point, Fang Tian stood in the hazy morning light, waiting for the sunrise. (To be continued......)