Keep your heart, keep your heart, and the Four Sages keep telling yourself to keep your heart. ,!

Those complicated and seemingly unreasonable big truths actually only made Yang Ze realize one point, that is, to consider the problem through the external appearance of things and go deep into the essence.

He now needs to think about the most essential questions about the so-called spiritual practice that is based on the rules of this world.

Because now that it was imminent, he already felt a sense of urgency. Staying in the Tianxuan realm, but being able to use the supernatural "artistic conception" that many great cultivators can understand, he was originally very confident in tomorrow's battle.

However, when he understood and gradually saw the strength of the Xituo Temple, his self-confidence naturally shrank and oppressed. Planning is in people, success is in heaven, a person can never calculate what you will really face in the future, just like Yang Ze did not calculate at all, there is really a "god" in this world, and the Xituo Temple also has "divine art", which is something beyond mortal cultivation skills.

Yang Ze did not doubt the power of questioning the so-called divine arts. The history of the Xituo Temple exists longer than the two major empires in the world, the Tang Dynasty and Gaowen, and it can become the head of the four holy gates, and even the powerful Tang Dynasty is today, and the Xituo Temple is a means of wooing rather than coercion, so you can know that the foundation of the temple is far deeper than he guessed.

As for the original idea that he imagined when he entered the empire, he would step on Sheng Tang, kick Xituo, and then take Ji Ling'er from Yu Jing's hand, now it really seems to be a beautiful daydream.

That's just the story that exists in knightly fiction. And it's a pity that even in such a story, he Yang Ze is still not the protagonist.

Daydreams always wake up. Yang Ze is now facing this moment of beautiful disillusionment. He knew the Spirit Shaping Divine Technique he mastered, and understood that if this power could really be transformed into the Divine Skill of Battle, the Battle of Tomorrow would be extremely dangerous.

He was thinking hard, thinking desperately, and with this kind of thinking of his, the qi in his body was also turning upside down.

His mood was very depressed, and the meridians that he had been widened by the divine veins were also extremely congested and congested under the collision of countless air currents. His muscles were expanding, and there was even a slight tearing sound from over-expansion.

Then he spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered into the stream in front of him, and soon spread like ink dripping into the water, and dyed the stream a faint scarlet.

It turned out that his blood was sprayed in large quantities.

It was also because of this blood that he finally gained a brief period of consciousness. And instantly reacted, if he still continued to think like this, it was likely that he would go astray and fall into the devil!

But is there a way out for him? He has no other choice, and it is precisely because he does not have that that he still has to continue to think about it. Even if there are thousands of roads in front of you, they are all astray paths to fall into the abyss, but as long as one is the right path. Then you can only move forward.

The sea of qi in his body seemed to have opened countless holes, and the extremely violent and unstable true qi was rapidly entering and exiting it, rubbing out a large amount of heat, and colliding extremely fiercely.

Yang Ze snorted in pain and sat down on the slope. At this time, he had entered a world of selflessness, and there were no grassy landscapes around, nor could he see the countless pairs of eyes that looked at him from afar under the slope.

"Shouldn't you stop him, if he continues like this, he may die if he doesn't wait for tomorrow!" Seeing Yang Ze look like a mad demon and spit out a mouthful of blood. Xuanyuan Cod Tian finally couldn't help it, and a deep worry and a trace of distress appeared on her Qinglian face.

"He's on the way. Song Hui stretched out his hand and blocked her way, "If you don't get it, you may be trapped in the cage you set for life, this is the most dangerous time, we can't intervene." Nothing can be done. ”

Xuanyuan Cod Tian looked at Ji Ling'er again.

Ji Ling'er met her gaze and nodded slightly, as if agreeing with Song Hui's opinion. Because in this place, except for the disciples of the Four Saints, I am afraid that only this Grand Prince of Song in front of him is qualified to give advice on this situation.

Xuanyuan Cod Tian looked at Ji Linger's extremely beautiful side face, if this face is placed in the worldly country with a touch of makeup, it will be the existence of the most troubled country and people in the deep palace. If you lose a trace of thinness in the nunnery, it is the object of admiration of the people who do not stir up dust. This is a face that is not easy to make people have negative emotions.

But Xuanyuan Cod suddenly felt a little disgusted by this.

"Are you always so lonely and indifferent?" she looked at Ji Ling'er and said suddenly.

Ji Ling'er looked at her calmly and didn't speak.

"I used to find out that you were not cold-blooded, but now it seems that you are actually extremely selfish and cold-blooded"

"You grew up in the uninhabited wilderness of the Far North, and you experienced the strict rules and the path that you cannot deviate from when the Situo Temple instilled it. You seem to be a saint on earth, but you are a pathetic life, so you discover your pathetic and want to escape from your original bondage. Even if you never think about it this way, your subconscious mind always thinks so. ”

"But no one in this world can go against the will of the Xituo Temple, even if there are two great empires in the world, everything is maintained with a conventional rule until his appearance, until Yang Ze's appearance!"

Xuanyuan Cod was suddenly a little out of control, as if sometimes she was willful in her rectum. But everyone at the scene could see that she was not the same as before.

seems to have experienced some kind of baptism, which made her from a heartless girl to a mature woman who understands the world, both physically and mentally.

Ji Ling'er still didn't answer, but at some point, her five fingers were tightly closed in her sleeves.

"You want to escape from that life where you can't breathe, so Yang Ze is the only opportunity. The real purpose of your trip to Dihai is not to rescue Yang Ze, but just to have a vague desire to escape from the temple Xituo! Yang Ze's existence is just to give you an excuse and opportunity to deviate from the path of the Xituo Temple."

"Actually, you took advantage of Yang Ze, in fact, you made him so displaced, in fact, you are such an indifferent and selfish person!"

Listening to the direct rebuke of Xuanyuan Cod, her best friend. Everyone looked at Ji Ling'er in front of them silently and in shock. Some people's eyes flashed with sympathy, and some even showed a hint of sigh

"You want to call me ruthless. The corners of Ji Linger's mouth were gently raised, and her smile was a little difficult and sad.

"But why are you?"

There was silence all around, no one said a word at this time, these words were very calm, but everyone noticed the coldness and the trace of sorrow in Ji Linger's words. So they feel more and more suffocated.

"Could it be that you and he have lived together for three years in the illusion constructed by the pear huā divine tree?" Ji Ling'er clenched his fingers invisibly, "Don't forget, you are not his wife. ”

She is actually a person who is very afraid of being hurt, so she is cold and arrogant, and it is exactly like this, so she will choose to fight back with the most ruthless and sharp response to external harm.

Even if the person in front of her is her closest friend, even if when she said this, she actually hated herself and regretted it.

Xuanyuan Cod Tian looked at her in disbelief, with a hurt look in her eyes, and then she slowly retreated, then turned around and ran, her figure like a harrier, and quickly disappeared into the mountains and forests.

No one thought that it would be such a scene, stunned in place. And almost all of them wisely chose to remain silent.

Ji Ling'er grabbed her arm and lowered her head, she didn't know why she said something like that. But just now, Xuanyuan Cod's words made her really angry in her heart.

Even if she wanted to tell her that the reason why she decided to go to Dihai to rescue Yang Ze in the first place was only because of the glance she had with him at the hot spring of the Daye Palace that year.

Just a glance, which makes no sense, determines many things after this.

Boom! interrupted everyone's silence at this moment.

Almost at the same time, the people in the pavilion, the people standing on the shallow slope, including the Xuanyuan Cod Sky who rushed out, all raised their heads or turned their heads to look at Yang Ze's location.

I don't know how long it has been, or how long it has been in the rapid flow of qi in the body. Or how long he has been in a coma and awakened, Yang Ze has been in a trance.

In this state, various images kept popping up in front of his eyes.

These pictures are very abstract, from a variety of artistic conceptions, including the blue glass sword intent he learned from the great swordsman of the Gaowen Empire, including the storm tide intent of Kunlun in the Xuanyuan Cod Heavenly Mirage, and even more including the Shura phase, and many images that he has never seen.

These images are either swords, or storms, or the god of war, or the god of war, or the pure monk, or the cow ghost and snake god, or the flying fairy. These countless images are constantly combined, and then dismantled into particles and dissipated, and then condensed into another dignity.

He woke up and found himself lying in the stream.

The babbling stream stretches along the grassy slope to the farthest point. A few strands of broken leaves float on the water column and circulate in a circle. It's a very quiet picture, and it's a very ordinary picture, and it can be seen everywhere, every morning, every evening, every spring, summer, autumn and winter, every field, every street, every person.

Yang Ze raised his hand and stirred the stream, the water rippled, and the dead leaves floating in the water were disrupted by this action, and they floated aside.

He suddenly seemed to understand something. His eyes became incomparably clear and deep.

Mountains, rivers, fields, lakes, and the seemingly unchanging lives of people in villages and towns may be able to drive away a butterfly by stretching out a hand and playing with it somewhere, breaking off a huā.

When a butterfly flapps its wings, it may affect thousands of butterflies near the lake.

Thousands of butterflies will subtly change the most primitive ecology, and eventually layer by layer, until the surface geography of the earth that is impossible to change has also changed.

The tiniest details can be combined into the greatest things.

The most subtle changes can still make a huge difference.

Therefore, Yang Ze seems to see the most essential things in the world.

The tiniest particles make up the huā, the teacup, the girl's bandeau and the soldier's long knife make up everything in this world, full of life.

Cultivation is essentially the use of these small things that are ubiquitous in the world to gather into a river, and quantitative changes cause qualitative changes.

A cultivator who cultivates the sea of qi and is able to use the vital energy of heaven and earth through the sea of qi to gather his own body, this is true qi. However, this is the bottleneck of most cultivators in the world, because they can only limit their cultivation energy to themselves, and they have a limit to their own cultivation, and their cultivation has a limit, and this is the boundary of the Tianxuan realm.

However, the great cultivators can transcend this physical skin, and use their own strength to mobilize the vitality of heaven and earth in the world. Form the image of their resonance of the sea and the vitality of heaven and earth.

That's the mood.

The artistic conception is a song played by the practitioner himself as a string and the vitality of heaven and earth. It is to borrow the practitioner's own manifestation of the vitality of the heavens and the earth.

How strong the resonance of the sea is, the more heaven and earth vitality a cultivator can invoke, until it is immeasurable to mortals.

This is the initiation.

Yang Ze has already entered the Dao because he has already understood the Dao.

Since the Ming Dao. So he broke the way.

In an instant, the vitality of heaven and earth walked around him, forming a variety of incarnations, fairies, skeletons, Shura, angry-eyed Vajra and bodhisattvas with kind eyebrows These are armor, but also his extroversion, the resonance of heaven and earth's vitality, and the artistic conception.

So Yang Ze stepped into the road from this time!

The people in the pavilion, the people on the shallow slope, the people on the banks of the stream. Uproar, shock, jaw-dropping, disbelief, all looked at the ramp with a look of great joy.

In the history of cultivation in the world, there are many geniuses who have become great cultivators in 100 days, and their glory has shocked the world. They had also seen many great cultivators' supernatural artistic conceptions. But the poor people have never seen so many artistic conceptions in their lives, and they flashback to one person at the same time.

They were only stunned, numbly looking at the various images that kept appearing on Yang Ze's body at the ramp. It's like watching a bizarre trip, everyone is taken to the sky, and they refuse to fall to the ground.

In the eyes of everyone's different surprises or approving ecstasy, Ji Linger withdrew.

At this time, she saw Song Hui's inquiring gaze.

"Brother Yang entered the Tao overnight, and from then on, there will be another legend in this prosperous Tang Dynasty cultivation world, at this moment, I think Brother Yang must want to see you finally come to the mountain, don't you go to him at this time? Or do you just want to be a woman who looks at him silently behind the success?"

Ji Ling'er shook her head lightly, and disappeared behind the ecstatic crowd around her, "I came here, and I just want to see such a moment, I witnessed this moment, so I am very happy now, very happy for him, or a little proud." Now that I'm at peace, I can leave safely."

Song Hui sighed slightly and quipped: "I don't know if this is considered when the snow is sent to the charcoal, and when the charcoal is sent, it is forgotten in the rivers and lakes." ”

Ji Ling'er smiled, like the last rays of the morning light, noncommittal, "If you can, please bring him a word for me"

"Tomorrow I will be waiting for you on the other side of victory. ”

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