Reminiscing about the West Pond to drink, how much fun is there every year. Don't come without sending a line of books. When we meet each other, we are not as good as we were at the beginning.

Stable Jinping dreams tonight, and the moon is good to cross the rivers and lakes. Acacia Hugh asked what it was. After the spring is gone, can you manage the flowers?

Somehow, Fang Tian suddenly remembered this little poem by Chao Chongzhi of the Northern Song Dynasty in his previous life. In fact, the content of the words is irrelevant, perhaps, just because of the last sentence, "After the love knows that the spring is gone, can you manage the flowers?"

The truth is that now is not the time for spring to go, but for spring to come.

When the distant mountains are covered with a green carpet and the trees near them sprout new branches, even the clouds in the sky become gentle and lingering, and the water in the river is murmuring and rippling. Everything is brand new. When the time passed through October last year and started a new round of January, February, March and April, the spring breeze blew and Vientiane was renewed.

No more, no less, it was exactly three years since I came to this world.

In the third year, he climbed to the top of the mountain, covered the mountains and rivers, and was about to place his hopes on the world, but suddenly, he learned that the catastrophe of the continent was imminent.

Occasionally, Fang Tian was even thinking, if, well, if.

If he hadn't met the blind girl by chance, if he hadn't been moved by curiosity and compassion, if he hadn't tried his best to develop the junior and advanced version of the "Ten Perfection Great Tonic Pills" and adopted a slow and natural method, such as five or ten years, it would have made the girl's initial results......

All in all, what if he didn't know about it now?

In fact, if you think about it, it won't make much difference, at least, it won't have any fundamental impact on his body and mind. It's just that. Thinking about this, Fang Tian couldn't help but sigh again at the unpredictability and magic of fate.

The cultivation inheritance of magicians and martial artists has all been revealed, and next, the cultivators of the mainland are bound to usher in a frenzy of rapid promotion, especially magicians. - Although the number of warriors is almost ten times that of magicians, the cultivation of magicians. It is really "borrowing the power of the sky", and fundamentally speaking, its cultivation speed is by no means beyond the reach of martial artists.

Why is there such a thing as a magic element? Today, when the body and mind cross the heavens and men, Fang Tian can see it clearly, and he can no longer confirm that this is a kind of plug-in, a kind of plug-in that assists and even accelerates, and can even be said to be extremely fast cultivation.

A kind of plug-in that spreads all over the world!

The size of his handwriting is shocking and appalling, not to mention it for the time being, just to say it normally. It stands to reason that there should be no such plug-in, and down-to-earth martial arts-style cultivation is the right way, and there should never be such a plug-in that pervades the entire heaven and earth.

Again, everything has a price.

Behind luxury there must be waste, and behind waste there must be expenditure. And what is hidden behind this long-term, massive, and simply outrageous spending?

Just like now. Many cultivators in this continent may also be asking, why, why is such an extremely wonderful cultivation inheritance method actually copied all over the world?

Fang Tian was actually asking. And, not just recently.

What did he come to this world for? Fang Tian believed that it was not natural. If it is not natural, it must be "human" for. And man-made, there must be a reason. It can't always be out of boredom.

After coming to this world, why did his cultivation speed be so fast?

Fang Tian did not deny his own factors. Never deny. But in addition to one's own factors, a series of karmic encounters are too many and too coincidental, coincidental to the point that everything seems to be like this. And the truth is, on him. Permanently open a plug-in.

This plug-in is called Lucky MAX.

Everything is just right. All the realizations about spiritual practice always come when it should come, never later, and even impatiently.

Imagining what I felt in the sea and sky, it should have been a brilliant existence, but there were only a few or even a star hanging alone, imagining this magic element plug-in that spread throughout the whole world, many speculations began to become clearer and clearer, especially not long ago, after knowing that this continent was about to face one. Or is it some kind of "touch bypass"?

It's just that one confirmation is missing.

And now, through a feeling in the dark, Fang Tian knew that the moment when the truth was revealed was not far away, not too far. Everything will soon come to light.

In the morning, Fang Tian quietly stood on a remote mountain peak with no name and no one outside the city, and quietly passed. Then about noon, Fang Tian made an appointment with Sharjah to play chess in the small building.

This is an exchange between the two of them since Sharjah came to Yanhuang City again, and of course, it is also a continuation of the past exchanges.

After the usual three-game game, Sharjah suddenly let out a long sigh.

"Big brother, what's wrong?" Fang Tian asked with a rather strange smile.

In the past, he had always called Sharjah his predecessor, but now that Sharjah and his master had arrived together, at the request of the Lord of the Sacred Realm or "inappropriate, inappropriate", Fang Tian casually called Sharjah "eldest brother".

Anyway, it's just a title, called a senior or a big brother, the person who called it doesn't feel anything, and the person being called doesn't feel anything either.

With the relationship between the two, I really don't care about this for a long time.

"I'm sighing, how long can such a quiet time be. Sharjah still sighed, whether it was his expression or tone, there was a very obvious sigh, "Little brother, what do you think?"

The little friend became the little brother, and the title of Sharjah was changed accordingly.

"What do I think?" Fang Tian smiled again and said to Sharjah, "Big brother, do you remember the thing I copied to you called 'Fixing the Storm'?"

Of course I do!

How could Sharjah forget.

Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why not groan and walk slowly. Bamboo canes and shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid?

The steep spring breeze blows the wine and wakes up, slightly cold, and the mountain is obliquely shining but welcomes. Looking back at the bleak place, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine.

Next, without waiting for Fang Tian to remind him, Sharjah recited in a low voice the sentence that he had deeply liked at first glance and later recalled in his mind I don't know how many times, and the recitation at this time was a little calm, but also a little stunned.

And its stunned meaning is nothing more than to say, fix the storm, three years later, such a big change can also fix the storm?

Looking at Sharjah, Fang Tian smiled faintly.

In my mind, something flashed through it.

That's about some aspects of Su Dongpo, the lyricist of "Fixing the Storm". During the reign of Emperor Shenzong of the Northern Song Dynasty, Su Shi was dissatisfied with Wang Anshi's change of law and asked for a transfer. During his tenure as a magistrate in Hangzhou, he once wrote such a small poem: "If you don't become a small hidden chatter, you can be idle for a long time." I have no home, let alone a good place to go, and my hometown has no such good lakes and mountains. ”

This is a kind of questioning of the author's own mind. -- Where is home? Or where is the heart?

At that time, Su Shi's parents had passed away, and he was also adrift, he had not returned to his hometown for many years, and the mark of "home" in his hometown had long been blurred.

From drifting, I thought, this drifting, this body, this heart, and, this life, what is it?

With such a question, Su Dongpo continued his life path, and then, kept asking, asked repeatedly, the first turmoil also belongs to this series. And many years later, he finally found his own answer:

often envy the jade lang in the world, and the heavenly sect pays a little crispy girl. The wind rises, and the snow flies and the sea becomes cool.

The year after returning thousands of miles is getting younger, smiling, and smiling with the fragrance of Lingmei. I wonder if Lingnan should be good? But he said, this place of peace is my hometown.

This place of peace is my hometown!

This is Su Shi's answer to himself.

Since then, I have been adrift, and this heart is at peace. From then on, no matter whether it is going along the river or against the current, this heart is like an untied boat, never swimming wantonly on the endless ocean, following in reality, beyond the ideal.

Thinking of this, Fang Tian said to Sha Jia: "Big brother, let me tell you a story." (To be continued......)