"Mountains and rivers, years, this is the two great sources of my life, although I am only a two-source supreme, but I am not afraid of the seven-source supreme, in fact, as long as a path to the end, it is enough to be invincible in the world. ”

The old man's expression was gloomy, as if he was talking to himself.

Indeed, when a great avenue reaches the end of the extreme, it can be strong enough, and in the long history of history, there are also people who have comprehended a kind of dao to the extreme and attained the throne.

"I'm just a spiritual thought left in this painting, today I will give you my artistic conception to comprehend, and then I will dissipate, and whether you can comprehend it depends on your artistic conception. ”

After speaking, the old man poured a bowl of wine and sent it to Li Cover.

The wine in the big black bowl was clear, but there were some small particles like sand in it, but it wasn't sand......

"The years are hidden in this evening wine, and so are the mountains and rivers, realize, I should go!"

The old man drank all the wine in the bowl in front of him, and finished speaking with a vicissitudes of life, and then his body dissipated little by little, and finally turned into a wisp of clear air and dissipated between heaven and earth.

Li Feng stood up solemnly and bowed deeply to the place where the old man had dissipated.

This is the true powerhouse, and the spirit cultivation is beyond the reach of ordinary people, or if there is no courage, it is difficult to become a true powerhouse.

Li Feng sat down again, staring at the night in front of him with a meticulous expression.

"The artistic conception of the years, the artistic conception of the mountains and rivers are all in this bowl of wine, but I have no clue!" Li Feng muttered to himself, looking at the wine in the bowl and sighing, and even began to doubt his understanding.

But the Divine Ring didn't give him any help, no strange energy entered his body, and it didn't help him improve his understanding.

Slowly, the sky was full of clouds, and the originally sunny day suddenly became cloudy, and then it rained heavily.

"It's raining......"

Li Feng glanced up at the sky and muttered to himself, but he still sat at the table staring at the bowl of wine in front of him.

The rain trickled into the bowl, the wine overflowed, and the seeds churned with the water.

Li Feng remained motionless, without blinking his eyes, letting the storm hit his body, always staring at the bowl of wine that had become rain. The rain dripped down the ends of Li Feng's hair.

Small fishing boats swayed in the mountains on both sides of the river, as if they were about to be overturned by the rushing river at any moment.

The rain fell all night and did not stop until the next morning, when a round of early sun rose in the eastern sky, and thousands of rays of light poured down, and the sky became extremely blue, and the white clouds floated.

Everything here becomes the same as the outside world, and the world in the painting makes it difficult to tell whether it is false or not.

Li Feng was motionless, and he sat for ten days. The wine in the bowl had been filled with heavy rain and overflowed, but the seeds inside had not spilled out, and were still settling at the bottom of the bowl.

In the past ten days, Li Feng has no feelings, it is like floating on the river for ten days. The sun is scorching during the day, the breeze is breezy at night, and the green hills and grass on both sides of the river are lush and lush.

All kinds of animals live on the green hills on both sides of the river, go out to forage for food in the morning, and return to the nest to rest at night, the world in this painting is exactly the same as the outside world, except that Li Feng is the only one here.

Li Feng's eyes gradually closed, and he spread out his spiritual sense to feel every grass and tree in this world, every ant and every bird.

Gradually, the wind and the sun were exposed, and a thick layer of moss had grown on Li Feng's body, but the old man said that the two artistic conceptions of the mountains and rivers were in the bowl, but the bowl did not change at all.

10 days...... Twenty days...... One month...... Two months... Trimester......

Li Feng sat for three months, the weather became hotter and hotter, three months ago it rained and there was no thunder, but now the days have become longer and the nights are shorter, the rain and thunder roar, as if it has entered the deep summer.

But Li Feng still didn't feel anything, all he did was to calm down and use his spiritual sense to observe every grass, tree, bird and beast in the world in this painting.

Martial arts cultivation is the first, enlightenment is the last, after the cultivation of the soul to the extreme, it is difficult to progress, only by understanding the avenue of heaven and earth can it become more and more powerful, and the initial embodiment of a kind of avenue is the "artistic conception".

Just like the avenue of the years, it was the artistic conception of the years at first, and only a little understanding of the artistic conception of the years can be deeply immersed in the avenue.

Sitting and understanding the artistic conception, half a year has passed.

In late summer, the grass and trees in the green mountains on both sides of the river began to turn yellow, and in late autumn, the grass withered, the leaves began to fall, and finally only a few dead leaves were left on the dry branches. Hundreds of birds flew south, and the beasts began to store food for the winter.

The world in this painting is the same as the outside world, and in late autumn, the world in the painting becomes lifeless, and some are just lifeless yellow.

One day the rain began to fall, and the sky was overcast, this was no longer the torrential rain of summer, and there was a long feeling, the cold wind blowing made people feel very cold, very cold.

Li Feng has forgotten who he is, he feels that he is the grass, trees, birds and beasts of the world in this painting. Traveling through the world of this turbulent painting, turning into fish crisscrossing the river, this feeling is very wonderful.

And he has long forgotten that this is the world in the painting, and he has forgotten who he is.

After a few more days, the sky began to crackle with snow, and when the ground was covered with a thin layer of fine ice, the snow began to fall.

Winter is coming, and the world in the painting is covered in white and cloudy, and the fishing boats have stopped because the river has formed a thick layer of ice.

The bowl in front of me was also frozen and full of snow.

And Li Feng has turned into a snowman, sitting on the fishing boat, no breathing, but his heart beats every once in a while.

The cold wind howled, and the sharp ice hung on the cliffs, on the dry branches, on the eaves of the fishing boats. It is as if there is a mysterious force that freezes the world in the painting.

Li Feng's spiritual sense turned into a gust of cold wind, floating above the nine heavens.

He saw a different world, the mountains were still majestic, and the rivers were still surging despite the ice being frozen. Nature's ghostly axes have carved high mountains one after another, and there are long rivers with nine twists and eighteen bends.

"Tick Tick ~ Tick Tick ......"

I don't know how long it took, Li Feng felt that the air seemed to be colder, although the sun was very harsh, but the cold wind was still gusting. The melting of snow and ice did not warm up the temperature, but made it colder.

The ice on the surface of the river thinned day by day, and finally, a large fish struggled to cross the river, causing the ice to begin to disintegrate inch by inch.

"Bang la la~" The sound of flowing water broke the originally cold world, like the sound of heaven.

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!

(End of chapter)