A few days ago, there was a heavy snow in the north, and although the snow was sunny at this time, the area around the wild lake was still white, ethereal and fresh, which made people feel comfortable to see it. On the mirror-smooth ice, there are several boats frozen in ice, and in the distance there is a small island towering over it like a pearl.

In winter, most of the deciduous trees in the north wither, only the bare branches are left swaying in the wind, and among the seven or eight evergreen pine trees, there is a small pavilion. The Ximen official, dressed in a black leather coat, was sitting cross-legged in the pavilion, with the Tang straight knife beside him, which at first glance looked like a chivalrous man who had made an appointment with someone to duel.

In the afternoon, Ximen Jing silently recited the mantra, opened 36,000 pores on his body, greedily absorbed the surrounding pure spiritual qi, and the rich spiritual energy was like a tired bird returning to its nest, surging into the body, and soon the spiritual energy formed a trickle in the meridians, flowing to the limbs and hundreds of remains.

At first, every hair on the body was itchy and unbearable, as if countless ants had built a nest in the body, and after a while, this crispy and numb feeling made the scalp explode, and after getting used to it, Ximenjing felt that this feeling was cooler than anything.

Gradually, the world became different in Ximenjing's perception. With his eyes closed, he could feel the direction of the air currents around him, and in his consciousness, these air currents of different directions and temperatures were like a pen on paper to draw various scenes around him.

The surface of the lake, the snow, the islands, and the trees are all layered, and the light and shade sides change according to the angle. Even the air that flows through the skin has a special fluctuation, as if it is transmitting some kind of message.

When you open your eyes, the world of snow white and black is no longer visible, every branch, and even every snowflake has a unique color, mottled and beautiful. It turns out that the aura also has colors, red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple, just like a seven-colored rainbow.

Ximen Jing sighed in his heart, it turned out that this was the world in the eyes of the spiritual man. No, I should say that this is the essence of the world. The spirit of the plant is green, and the spirit of the animal is flesh red. The different shades of color express the strength of this vitality.

According to the records of the spiritual priests, the so-called six senses are ears, nose, eyes, tongue, body, and mind. To put it bluntly, it is the sense of hearing, smell, sight, taste, touch, and metaphysics, which is commonly known as the sixth sense. These senses become sharper under spiritual nourishment, and the essence is seen more deeply through the surface.

When all the six senses are opened, the enlightenment of the spiritual priest can be regarded as complete, and he can get a first glimpse of the mysteries. But at this time, Ximen Jing should have had the first glimpse of the eyes and body in the six senses, and he could be regarded as taking the first step in the long march of thousands of miles.

In the evening, the sunset reflected the ice surface, Ximen Jing felt that today was almost over, at this time, the meridians were stinged by the ample spiritual energy, and the Xuanfu that stored the spiritual energy jumped suddenly.

Standing up, Ximen Jing seemed to be drunk, he almost fell down with garlic under his feet, he was dizzy for a while, and spit out a few mouthfuls of water, which felt even more uncomfortable than when the aura was exhausted.

Tang Zhidao in his hand let out a wicked laugh and said, "Silly boy, you are a drunken spirit!"

I've heard of drunkenness, drunken smoke, and drunken tea before, but I didn't expect that there is also the term drunken spirit. Drunkenness is alcoholism, drunken smoke is nicotine and carbon monoxide poisoning, drunken tea is tannic acid poisoning, what is drunken spirit?

Dao Ling said: "Spiritual energy is a good thing, but absorb too much at a time, more than the physical limitations, will not adapt, eat too much food will be nauseated, spiritual power absorption is too much, Na Ling into the body, pay attention to a step-by-step, each time can not exceed three times the spiritual power contained in the body, silly boy, how much have you absorbed in the half of the day? Not drunk is the hell! The old man has not drunk blood for many years, and his mouth is very light, boy, when will you kill someone, let the old man have a good time! The old man will tell you all the cultivation tips he knows. ”

"I know, I know, the spiritual record says...... "Simon calmed his mind and wanted to kill someone? You are still in the era of war!" So he said impatiently: "Take you out to cultivate, absorb the spiritual energy well, and don't interject, if you can't control your mouth, I will carry your Hamlet......

It was dark early in the northern winter, and when I returned to the community, it was already completely dark, bypassing the mine array and the ecstasy array, and finally came downstairs.

It turns out that there are a lot of dogs in the community, and when the dogs are full of food and drink, by the way, there are landmines.

The Ecstasy Array is better understood, wherever there is open space in the community, all kinds of vehicles are parked, and the unit doors are densely packed with dumplings, and if you want to go home, you can only bypass the small sandwich between those vehicles, and if you don't get it right, you will go into a dead end. It's not uncommon for older people to go home for half an hour.

There happened to be a power outage tonight, the elevator couldn't be used, the lights in the corridor were not on, Ximen Jing was dizzy and couldn't see the stairs clearly, and he was just about to take out his mobile phone to turn on the lighting, and a pillar of snow and light shone behind him. When I looked back, it was a little girl wearing a white down jacket with a schoolbag, and she was holding her mobile phone to light up the stairs, presumably the child had just come home from school. Well, this is a stain, Simon laughed.

The girl looked like she was twelve or thirteen years old, her delicate melon seed face was cute, her eyes were clear and beautiful, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned and she smiled back at Ximenjing.

Ximen Jing was in front and the girl was behind, and the two did not talk, but went upstairs silently. As soon as I arrived at the floor of Ximen Jing, with the bright light illuminating the corridor, I suddenly saw a servant sitting at the door, and the girl was so frightened that she screamed.

Ximen Jing blocked the girl behind him, and saw that this person was sitting on the ground at the door of his house, and there were chickens, ducks, fish, and a pair of each pair in front of him, all of which were alive, and there should be two legs of mutton in a plastic pocket, which should be accompanied by a pig's head, a standard tribute to ancestors!

Ximen Jing took out the key and teased: "Three, you are not allowed to set up stalls outside, this is to prepare to open a farmers' market in front of my house!"

The girl behind her was amused by Ximen Jing, smiled, glanced at him shyly, and went upstairs to go home. Upstairs was already the top floor, and the girl was probably the resident of the house above her. At this time, Ximen Jing found that the girl had two big black braids hanging down the back of her head that were longer than her waist.

At this time, the servants who were sitting on the ground stood up, and the old lady among them poked the old man with her elbow and said, "Look at the people?"

The old man smiled, nodded, and slowly raised his palm above his head. Ximen Jing also recognized the old man, and immediately became angry, almost pulled out Tang Zhidao from his coat and cut him, thinking, the disturbing dream in the early morning is not counted, and now he has come to block the door again, this old guy is working hard with me! At this time, isn't it here to bring people to find trouble?

"What do you want to do?" Ximen Jing had already inserted his hand into his arms as he spoke, grabbing the hilt of the knife, once the old man's palm fell, he was ready to strike first. There is a way that the east wind blows the war drums, and whoever is afraid of this world is blocked at the door of Lao Tzu's house, which is unbearable or unbearable!

At this moment, something happened that surprised the Ximen officials. I saw the old man's raised palm slam on his own face, and with a snap, a crisp voice resounded through the quiet corridor. The old man didn't finish slapping him, and he picked up several electric lights with both hands.

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