Ice and snow began to melt over a large area, turning into water and gas and returning to the rivers and the sky. The lifeless mountains are exposed, the branches are bare, there are some dull yellow leaves on the ground, the sound of falling water is ticking, winter is over!

Li Feng sat on the fishing boat, drifting along the river, he was like a wax figure, his eyes closed and motionless. This state is called iQue, and it is easiest to comprehend heaven and earth and comprehend the Great Dao.

The snow and ice in the bowl in front of me had melted, and there was only a little bit of water left in it, and the seeds were almost exposed.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly, a thunderclap sounded in the sky, and dark clouds dominated the sky again. Spring thunder sounded, and spring rain fell.

The rainbow appeared high in the sky, with endless vitality, on a big tree, an insect cocoon began to tremble slightly, and gradually the cocoon cracked, a small butterfly struggled to break free from the cocoon, stretched its body on the trunk, and flew into the sky.

The sand swallows have returned, and the spring thunder and spring rain have brought the land back to life.

The grass sprouted and broke through the soil, and on the branches, one by one the buds were bathed in the spring breeze and turned into green leaves, which were crystal plush and full of vitality.

A hundred birds return, and a hundred beasts come out of the hole. The grass and flowers on the ground have grown, and the buds on the trees have spread, and it is a scene of vitality.

"Tsk~"

A crisp eagle's cry resounded through the sky, and Li Feng opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw was the world in the painting, every grass, tree, bird and beast, all bathed in the spring breeze, everything was a vibrant scene, which was completely different from the dull and lifeless winter scene.

"Years, every second and every minute are years, it is the precipitation of time, it is paraquat glory is the lonely goose flying south, spring, summer, autumn and winter are a cycle, it is time is time. ”

Li Feng opened his mouth as if talking to himself, but his eyes were on the wine bowl in front of him.

Every word of his life seemed to have magical power, and the seeds in the bowl began to sprout and grow tender green leaves.

"Time can be said to be years, or it can be said that it is not, the word "years" is heavy, and a short time is not a year, but a long time is a year. Herbs die and sprout, the life of all things comes to an end, and the next generation of life will grow again. Life and death, withering and glory, what has precipitated is the years. ”

When he said these words, Li Feng exuded a long-lasting, thick and simple atmosphere, and this is the breath of the years, or the artistic conception of the years!

Only when you really comprehend this artistic conception can you exude this kind of atmosphere. There are many places with this atmosphere, ancient city walls, statues of old gods, tombs buried in the ground...... will exude the breath of this time.

The seeds in the bowl took root and sprouted, and the clusters looked like a potted plant.

"Mountains and rivers are heaven and earth, mountains and rivers, in the past years, the changes between mountains and rivers, the withering of countless plants and trees, the old death of countless birds and beasts, and the lives on the mountains and rivers have changed batch after batch, but the mountains and rivers are still there, and they exist with the existence of heaven and earth. ”

"Even if one day the mountain collapses and the river dries up, maybe one day the mountain flattens and becomes a river, and the river rises and becomes a mountain. They can't be changed, they're just mountains and rivers!"

Li Feng's last word fell, and the painting grass growing in the wine bowl withered again, and finally turned into a ball of qi and dispersed with the wind.

"Mountains and rivers seals, years of fist, break it for me, this world is scattered!"

Li Feng shouted angrily, the spiritual power in his body was rolling, and a big seal was condensed in front of Li Cover, the big seal was condensed by spiritual power, and the simple atmosphere was engraved with hundreds of grasses and flowers, thousands of birds and beasts, and smashed on the green mountains on both sides of the strait with an unassailable momentum.

Then Li Feng punched the sky again, with the breath of endless years, pointing at Tianyu.

The world in the painting is fragmented and becomes a black, white and gray ink painting again, and then the ink fades away, and the world in the painting becomes a white expanse.

Li Feng reappeared in the room of Mo Lao's courtyard, and it was still daytime outside the window, and Mo Lao was rearranging the courtyard that was disrupted by the three young men in the courtyard.

In the mountains and rivers of the years, I sat and realized the Tao for a spring, summer, autumn and winter, but it was only one day.

"Mountains and rivers seals, years of boxing, this year no white seat has realized two artistic conceptions, created two powerful supernatural powers, stand let me fight with Qin Dongliu Baichen again, I can kill the two of them!"

Li Feng clenched his fists and muttered to himself, an invincible temperament and confidence appeared in her.

"Do you understand the artistic conception of the years, how is it possible, in just one day, you have realized two artistic conceptions from the mountains and rivers of the years!"

In another room, Du Mou felt the profound artistic conception of the vicissitudes of time on Li Feng's body, and the artistic conception of the simple and thick mountains and rivers, and exclaimed.

"Fluke!"

Li Feng smiled faintly, did not explain anything, did not say that he had enlightened the Tao in the mountains and rivers of the years for a period of spring, summer, autumn and winter, but just said these two words with a calm smile.

Du Mou was silent for a long time before he spoke: "You are too wicked, what prince and holy son, let's join forces to bury them all sooner or later, and then capture the holy princess alive and bring them home as servants and maids......"

For Du Mou, who was extremely resentful of the Holy Son and Holy Daughter, this was what he wanted to do the most.

Three young men suddenly disappeared in the small village, making the whole village unusual, and most of the men in the village began to look for these three people, and also found Mo Lao, asking him if he had seen it.

Mo Lao naturally didn't say that they had been banned by Li, but just told them that they hadn't seen it.

However, some villagers insisted that in Mo's hometown, Li, it was estimated that he was harmed by Mo Lao, so many people wanted to remove the small courtyard of the Mo family, so they had no choice but to do so.

It's just that Li Feng and Du Mou's spiritual sense is so powerful, as long as the spiritual sense controls their minds, even if a living person stands in front of them, it will not be visible.

However, the villagers finally took Mo Lao into the mountains to find it.

On this day, Li Feng took out a lot of precious elixir and began to meditate and heal, and the emperor's tomb was opened, and it could not be delayed any longer.

After taking a lot of elixirs and retreating for half a month, Li Feng's injuries were finally healed, and the injuries left by the sword Shura were completely eradicated, and his cultivation was even more refined.

As long as he breaks through the Lingyuan Realm, he has the artistic conception of the years, the artistic conception of mountains and rivers, and the origin seed of killing, it is estimated that he will advance by leaps and bounds and become a master in the Lingyuan Realm.

Cultivate the spirit below the spiritual source realm, and realize the Tao above the spiritual source realm!

Half a month has passed, and most of the villagers who went to the mountains to look for the three young people have returned. Only Mo Lao did not come back, which made Mo Shi very worried, and Li Feng and Du Mou were also quite worried.

Although Mo Shi went to ask, they just told Mo Shi that Mo Lao was blown down the abyss by a strange madness, and it was estimated that he was broken bones.

(End of chapter)