Northern Empire, Chaoyang City.

On the outskirts of the city, deep in the jungle, in a secluded courtyard.

Under the twin trees in the middle of the court, an old man with a clear face with a look of remembrance opened a thing wrapped in three layers of oilcloth, and when it was finally unfolded, it was only a letter, a letter that had long since been rusted by time and lost any luster, and it was an excellent paper, but it was already mottled and yellowed.

The old man's hands trembled slightly, and then he carefully unfolded the letter and looked down at it

"Xiyan, my apprentice, you can read the letter, and I am both relieved and worried about being a teacher.

When you left a letter that day, the teacher told you that you are not allowed to read this letter if you are not at the ninth level, and if you are not hesitant in your mind, you are not allowed to read this letter even if you have reached the ninth level. Why are you hesitant today, why are you uncertain?

If there is no matter of life or death looming at hand, read this and put down the letter.

Go out, take a walk in the mountains, see the clouds out of the mountains, see the water flowing down the stream, watch the eagles and birds pounce on food, and watch the beasts flying. In this way, I don't think about eating, and I am thirsty for mountain springs. Three days later, he returned and re-circulated the letter. 』

Seeing this, the old man's face suddenly became stunned.

But without hesitation, he put down the letter, carefully folded the letter in his hand, wrapped it, put it away, and then walked straight out of the courtyard, not even the broken courtyard door that had long been leaked and broken, leaving only a courtyard deep in the shade.

Three days later, the old man returned.

This time, his demeanor was much more relaxed and calm.

The letter unfolded again, and the old man looked down and continued:

"When the teacher was still young, in the middle of the year, on the festival of the cold moon, the teacher of the teacher pointed to the fallen leaves in the sky in the court, and said: "In front of your eyes, what is the one who falls?"

For the teacher: "Ye Zibei!"

A hundred years later, the teacher of teachers has passed away.

Another year of the Cold Moon Festival, the teacher faced the double trees in front of the court, watching the leaves fall, and couldn't help but think of the past. I was overwhelmed with emotion, and the teacher knew at this time that the people who fell in front of him were not only the fallen leaves, but also the time of my generation.

Time is like flowing water, or under your feet, or in front of you, but you don't realize it. By the time you feel it, you're old. 』

"The young and the old are always unable to talk.

The young are just rising in the sun, and the old are already at dusk. The young are full of ambition, and the old are indifferent. The young think about happiness, and the old think about leisure. The young think is overstanding, and the old think is steady. The young are thinking in Junke, and the old are thinking in Zhou

Ordinary things are still like this, let alone cultivation?

The cultivation journey is bitter and difficult. There are many hidden subtleties that can be understood by the heart, which is difficult to express, self-knowledgeable, and difficult to teach.

The bloodline inheritance in the world, the direct lineage, is called "inheritance", and the collateral lineage is called "inheritance". The follow-up of our generation is also the same, those who pass on the word of love are called "disciples", and those who pass on the words of the people are called "students". However, in the eyes of the teacher, how many masters and apprentices in the world can pass on their hearts to each other?

Those who are not teachers want to hide and cover, and those who are teachers are frank and disemboweled, and those who are disciples can only learn their appearance, not their inside, they can only learn their shallowness, they cannot get their depth, they can only learn their coarseness, and they can not get their essence.

The reasons for this have been mentioned above.

That's why for more than ten years, as a teacher and you, I only passed on secret records, not experience, only Fa theory, not experience.

The reason why this is so is that I don't want to be a teacher's heart to gain experience, to cover up your thoughts and knowledge, and I don't want to be a teacher's steady and thoughtful, and to press you to be over-the-top.

Young people should have the spirit of young people.

If the great sword is completed, why worry about being unsheathed?'

"However, I have been a teacher all my life, especially since I became a mage, and I have always thought and understood. As a teacher, I have only one disciple in this life, and if I can't pass on my thoughts to you, whether it is for a teacher or for you, it will be a pity. ...,

If you can't pass it on at the time, how can you pass it on?

For the sake of the teacher's repeated thoughts, I left a letter for you to seal it.

If you are smooth and smooth and rush all the way to the mage, this letter should be buried forever, with the dust and mud. If you stumble and become a mage in forty or fifty years, this letter will also see the light of day. If you don't read this letter for the rest of your life, you will only be happy as a teacher, and you will never have the slightest regret.

Because the faith of the teacher is superfluous to you, why bother to look at it? If you have the heart, just to the package, it is also okay.

But now, you read the letter.

Xiyan and my disciple, no matter what situation you are in at this time, speak to you for the teacher, and relax

Whether you frown or let go, the way to go, is the same way to go. In this case, as a cultivator, who has spent decades of his life, where is his cultivation and what is his refining?

Xiyan, my apprentice, I want you to know that the requirements of the teacher for you are not in the mage, nor in the higher. But first of all, you should remember that you are a cultivator. Cultivators should walk on the path of cultivation, they can miss it, they will never regret it, they can fail, and they will never frown.

This is the backbone, this is the courage, this is the persistence, and this is the will.

The will of a cultivator.

If you don't have this will, why do you have to step into this door, and even if you do step through this door, why do you have to climb to the top of the mountain? Even first, second, and third level apprentices are enough to ensure that in the earthly world, there will be abundant food and clothing, and they will enjoy themselves.

Why give up pleasure and take pain?

Xiyan, my apprentice, read this, and tell your teacher: no matter the past, only the present, can you have the will of a cultivator?

If so, okay, and look down.

If not, and cut off the top hair, in place of the head. Put down the letter now and kneel on the ground!

After three days, I got up again to read the letter. 』

Seeing this, the old man silently put down the letter, put it away again, and then plopped down, knelt on the ground, and then, all the gray hair was broken to the ground, and there was a little blood stain in it. In the eyes of the old man, there were hidden tears, not only for the teacher's care, but also for his own lost.

Thirty years of pride, it turned out that he was just lost. Happiness is not happiness, suffering is not bitterness, and you can see it clearly at the end.

On the first day, the old man's thoughts and worries were tossing and turning, and the events of his life appeared in front of him one by one. His expression and demeanor also change with the different content of his memories, with sadness and joy, joy and sorrow.

On the second day, a thousand things passed in my heart, but none of them were in my heart. The old man just replayed what was said in the teacher's letter in his mind over and over again.

On the third day, the old man felt a sense of arrogance rising from his heart.

You can miss out, you will never regret it, you can fail, and you will never frown. A cultivator, even if he is on the verge of the end of his rope, is still a cultivator.

Recognizing the face of the cultivator and erecting the will of the cultivator, the temperament of the old man has quietly changed, and it is an indescribable change. In the midst of this change, the old man stood up, did not sit down, just stood on the ground like an arrow, and once again opened the teacher's letter:

"Xiyan is my apprentice, those who want to pass it on have been passed on by the teacher, and those who want to tell it have been told by the teacher. The following part is actually redundant, so let's talk about it.

For thousands of years, no matter how incompetent a mage, he could teach a few ninth-level apprentices. However, no matter how powerful a mage is, he can't say that he can teach another mage.

Why?

Those who build apprentices are just "learning", and those who are demented can also do it, but the effect is low and slow.

And the mage is already the "law". What is "law"?

Holding the body is the law, the vertical and horizontal roar is also the law, the law is the law, the law is the law, the law is the law, the law is the law, the ups and downs of the world are also the law...... There are thousands of methods, if you get one in your body, you can become a mage, if you don't cut in your body, even if you get nine out of ten, you are still an apprentice. ...,

If you are enlightened, there will be roads everywhere, and if you have the law, there will be no doors, and if you have attained it, there will be doors everywhere. This is the mystery of the mage that has been kept secret for thousands of years.

The following content is the way to become a mage for a teacher. In general, it may not be suitable for you.

I leave this for you to see, not to emulate you as a teacher, but just to let you know how to break a path for a teacher from before the precipice of cultivation. 』

"For teachers and students, they are stupid, and they are always light-hearted for ten years, and they are later accepted by teachers and taught well, and it is also ten years before they can get started.

However, decades later, he was promoted to the ninth level as a teacher, leaving the apprentices of the same age far behind. At this time, the teacher understood that heaven and earth are given to people, and each has a limit, and each is different.

Just like people in the world, there are people who are born with weak hands and feet, and their shoulders cannot bear weight, and their feet are unbearable to travel far. There are also people, born wise and enlightened, the same thing, the same is the first contact, you are still at a loss, he is already familiar with it. There are also people who are born with dementia and take care of their own food and clothing, but they can't, how can they ask for anything else?

Yes, there is no justice in heaven and earth.

Heaven and earth can't show it justice, so how can they ask for it?

That's why, as cultivators, we don't rely on the sky, the earth, or others, and we can only improve ourselves along the way.

Heaven and earth have given me weakness, and I have repaid it with perseverance. Heaven and earth have given me foolishness, and I will repay it with hard work. Heaven and earth have given me to be in barrenness, and I will return it with a cherished one. Heaven and earth have given me a short year, and I will repay it with every minute of time.

Whoever gives me a favor, I will repay it. When someone gives me a grudge, I will repay it. When anyone gives me an enmity, I will repay it with an enmity.

In this way, whether it is heaven, earth, or man, they all rotate outside of me.

My path is without heaven, earth, or people, but myself.

Where my heart is, is where my path is, and where my heart is, is where my method is. There is nothing else but this.

It is the wise and stupid, the smart and the stupid, the strong and the weak, the high and the low, the rich and the poor, the noble and the low, the good and the evil, the good and the bad. This has been the case since the beginning of heaven and earth. Heaven and earth are immortal, and differences are endless.

But in spite of what it is like in heaven and earth and in man, I have my way, and then I walk my way.

How many people in the world can do this?

I did that, so I'm a mage.

The night before, I was a level 9 apprentice. That night, I saw that the moon was brilliant and the stars were dim. Then the next morning, when the stars and the moon set, all of a sudden, I was already a mage.

This is how I went through the process of becoming a mage as a teacher.

I hope that in the other year, you can also have your splendor.

Xiyan disciple, as long as your breathing does not stop for a moment, the will of the teacher will be with you.

Let's go, get out of a mage, and let the teacher see!"

Three days later, the old man, dressed in plain clothes, with no long things, only a sleeve of breeze, walked towards the southern region of the empire, in the direction of Hongshi Town, Giant Rock City......