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Yuan Lai smiled at them, and then walked out, and the young guard suddenly spoke: "The north side is the residence of the generals, the south side is the residence of the Central Plains cultivators, and the west side is the barricade, the guards are strict, if you want to take a walk, be careful." Guan Erye's residence is in the north, just ask a guard to ask. ”

"Thank you. Yuan Lai responded with a smile.

Then he thought about it and headed east.

The east side was the direction he came, and there were constant chariots and horses coming from the Tianmen Pass, and some people were heading east.

The vicinity of the camp is really not strictly investigated, because there are not only tens of thousands of troops stationed here, but also several strongmen at the level of the Four Realms Grandmaster, as well as a large number of cultivators of the Three Realms, so many powerful forces are here, not to mention the ordinary Xiaoxiao, even if the characters of the Four Realms level want to break in, there is still no return.

So Yuan Lai walked here, and there was no one to care, he pondered the problem in his heart for a while, there was no clue for the time being, the matter was still unclear, and the barrier had not been broken through, and he could only look at these things after the year.

Kansai didn't know where he went, but since he knew where he lived, of course Yuan Lai was not in a hurry.

He walked in a few places nearby, thinking about his thoughts, and after walking for a while, he suddenly felt a little tired, speaking of which, of course, there is damage to the body from retreat for so long, and a full meal can only be temporarily relieved, and there are still some deeper tiredness.

He didn't have to rest long after finishing his practice before rushing to Guanwai, and at this time the matter was over, and his body suddenly became tired.

He thought about it for a moment and found a place with a slight height.

There used to be a lot of yellow grass on the ground, and although some of it has been removed, there is still a lot of grass that sticks to the ground, like a soft skin on the ground.

He sat cross-legged, facing the overlapping mountains to the south.

The clouds on the grassland gradually grew larger, and Yuan Lai saw a gloomy black gray climbing up from the other side of the mountain peak, and then poking towards the sky.

Today, the wind in the grassland is very strong, and his robe is constantly shaking and making waves.

The wind carries the bitterness and sweetness of the distance, and the unique taste of the grassland makes Yuan Lai's heart slowly calm down.

His body was tired, but his spirit was vigorous, and he was already tired of meditating for too long, so he began to sit in a daze after thinking about it.

Being in a daze is not laziness, and being in a daze can also be called meditation.

People often talk about solitude and meditation, emptying the mind, and the hustle and bustle of the world is red and yellow dust, which envelops the heart full of desire.

The more you move, the easier it is to get lost, and the more still, the more you can introspect.

Yuan watched the sky change and watched the sky slowly sink, he suddenly felt something, and reached into his arms and took out an old book.

Huang Tingjing: Interior Scene Volume

Yuan Lai stroked the thin book, and his heart fluttered.

This is the method in which he established, and it is the first classic he read and practiced after he was reborn and enlightened the country.

It was also with this thin book, with the few words on it, that he was able to open the spiritual platform and step into a realm. It's just that since he read it a hundred times and stepped into a realm, he rarely looked at it, because the formula in it had been memorized, so there was no need to look at it again, but because it was really thin and had a unique meaning to Yuan Lai, he was used to carrying it into his arms every time he meditated and practiced.

Don't want anything else, just peace of mind.

After this time, I was in a hurry, and I kept putting it on my body.

"In the beginning, who would have thought that people could have that kind of mystical power?"

Yuan looked at the book and muttered to himself, as his practice deepened, he also began to have more feelings about his practice, especially in this retreat, after he comprehended the true meaning of the Heavenly Dao contained in the ancient words and symbols hidden in the meteorite, he had many different ideas about cultivation.

He remembered a kind of reading method he had heard in his previous life.

It is said that the real calligraphy method is to read a thick book first thin, and then read thick.

This is not the case with Daomen classics like Huang Tingjing, which itself is extremely refined and the words are extremely simple, but this does not mean that it is not thick, but it is a tight thickness.

It's like pressing a soft sponge down with the palm of your hand, like holding a ball of crystal snow with your palm.

"It's easy to hold a ball of snow, but it's too hard to get it back to its original state. Yuan looked at the vast grassland, thinking in his heart, the grassland is too vast, and the heaven and earth outside the gate are larger than those inside the gate, and the horizon will be seen instead of buildings when you look at it.

In this wide environment, people's hearts will become clearer.

Perhaps, this is also one of the reasons why practitioners are attracted to the border and hardship. Yuan Lai secretly thought that the changes in heaven and earth could indeed give cultivators a different spiritual experience.

He stroked Huang Tingjing, watched the sky slowly sink, listened to the background sound of some shouts in the distance, and for a while his mind was clear, and his fingers slowly turned the pages of the book.

The content is familiar, but he is not bored, looking at the content of this book, he is like seeing an old friend.

Yuan Lai slowly read word by word, and gradually had a different experience, he thought that this might be the result of his retreat, and his feelings about the content of the book at this time were completely different.

Books are sometimes like mirrors, and different things can be seen at different ages, different moods, and different occasions and places.

Slowly, Yuan Lai was a little fascinated.

It was quiet, sheltered by weeds, and there was even a small tree right next to him. Even if someone sees him from afar, they don't bother to pay attention to it, everyone has their own affairs, and the cultivation sweeps the snow in front of the door, who cares about the frost on the tiles of others?

The sky was still stubbornly overcast, and the wind began to pick up, signaling a heavy snowstorm to come.

It is not uncommon to see winds and snows in the winter outside the gates, and it can even be said that they are frequent.

Therefore, both the people outside the Guanxi and the people in the northwest have a set of coping methods for the sudden wind and snow, and a good enough mentality.

The people in the northwest who were busy outside the camp were a little unhappy, because they didn't know how heavy the snow would be when it came, and if it was too big to crush half of the work that had been done so hard, it would be a very bad thing.

The people who rushed to transport the goods back and forth were also not happy, because the snow was heavy and the road was over, which would delay things even more.

However, in the cities of Kannai, the people welcomed the impending heavy snowfall.

Because the New Year is coming, without the foil of snow, the red couplet window flower lantern is not so beautiful.

But no matter what people's intentions were, the snowflakes began to fly and fall.

"It's snowing. ”

Shentu Wojia stood at the door, looked at the blurred mountains in the distance, and said.

In the distance, a general ran over and saluted Shentu Wojia, and then said, "Marshal, this is a letter just sent from home!"

As he spoke, he handed over a ball of paper.

It was a letter taken from the talons of an eagle used in the army to carry messages.

At home, which is the capital of the northwest, the base camp of Shentu Wojia, he rushed to the gate with a group of lieutenant generals, and the civilian group in the northwest was sitting in the capital.

At the same time, the ears of the northwest are also at home, and the news outside the customs is not convenient, so once there is anything, they will arrive in the capital first, and then transfer to the outside of the customs.

The transmission of this kind of information is very frequent, and as soon as the "world" on the steppe comes out, the whole world moves, and the Northwest Army must of course pay close attention to all movements.

Shen Tu nodded, but he didn't immediately take it, but silently distracted, the general took a few steps back, and then turned to leave.

The two guards standing outside the door looked at their biggest boss curiously, admiring on the one hand, and curious on the other, curious about what Shentu Wojia was thinking.

In their thoughts, Dashuai must be pondering the world's major events.

But if there are people around Shentu Wojia, they will definitely see at a glance that the big marshal is not thinking about anything big at all now, but thinking about people.

Miss the woman at home.

In the words of the literati, it is acacia, but the acacia here is less of the vulgarity of the literati and ink writers in the willow lane of the Qinglou, and more of a kind of warm care.

Shentu Wojia dominates several state capitals in the northwest, thousands of miles of land, and is faintly the king of the northwest, but there is only one female dependent in the family, no three wives and four concubines, no seven sons and eight children, so if he thinks of his family and the people at home, then he only thinks of such a woman.

However, this short-lived lovesickness was only a moment before he let go, Shentu Wojia was never a child-like person, he exhaled, and then slowly unfolded the blank scroll.

"I don't know, what's the news again. ”

He thought to himself, and then he saw the words on the paper.

The two soldiers only watched Shentu Wojia staring at the small note for a moment, and then they saw a fire appear on Shentu Wojia's fingertips, burning the white note to black ash.

Then, suspicion flashed in Shen Tu Wojia's eyes.

There were two messages on the paper, which was that there were two people coming.

The first one didn't surprise Shentu Wojia, it was the other person who really made him ponder.

"He, why did he come?" muttered Shentu Wojia.

......

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the soldiers who were busy in the distance stopped their work and began to gather up.

But Yuan Lai didn't realize it.

He ran the spell and released his vitality outside his body, so that the snow that fell around him was blown off course.

This method is very costly, but Yuan Lai doesn't care, his vitality is the most abundant, and he is not stingy with these at all.

In contrast, re-reading the Huang Ting Jing, the feeling that arises in the heart is the most important.

But there were really few scriptures in the Huang Ting Sutra, and even if he read them very slowly, he finally began to finish reading them.

Yuan Lai sighed, closed the page, and looked up to find that there was already snow all around.

He is not in a hurry, looking at the snow scene with an appreciative eye, the wind and snow outside the gate are more savage, more rough, and have a unique flavor.

But it was at this time that he suddenly heard footsteps.

Someone?

The voice came from behind him, Yuan Lai was very curious, turned his head to look, and saw a man in his thirties.

It seems that he should also be a cultivator, and the other party is wearing a simple Taoist robe and walking slowly with cloth shoes.

Yuan looked at the other party's face, it was a strange and ordinary face, there was nothing special, if there were many people, Yuan Lai would not even notice him.

At this time, the man walked with a gentle gaze, and he seemed a little strange, strange that he could meet the meditating boy in the wind and snow at this time.

Yuan Lai wanted to get up, but the other party walked slowly but extremely fast, and he had already reached his neighborhood.

"Can I sit here?"

The man asked gently, although he was much older than Yuan Lai, his eyes were so sincere.