That night, Mo Lao found Mo Shi and talked to her all night, but Mo Lao opened his mouth to speak, and Mo Shi wrote with paper and pen.

Mo Shi has never seen her father and mother since she was a child, but she is dependent on Mo Lao, she is not mute, but she had a serious illness when she was ten years old. In order to cure this disease, Mo Lao gave her a poison.

And only poison can save Mo Shi's life, but the sequelae is that Mo Shi will never be able to speak.

That night, Mo Shi decided to cultivate the spirit and embark on the path of martial arts, because everything she experienced today was deeply imprinted in her mind, and that fear might still appear in her dreams, causing her to wake up late at night, and maybe it would last for a long time.

She remembered Li Feng's words, she wanted today's things to happen again, only if she became strong, not every time a noble person would come to her rescue, and her grandfather couldn't protect her for a lifetime.

Mo Shi took the Sanskrit sound fruit, and sure enough, he was able to speak again.

"Master... Grandpa......"

These were the first words she spoke, and they were the two words she wanted to say countless times but couldn't.

Hearing this voice, Mo Lao burst into tears with excitement, grabbed Mo Shi's hand, and said with a little choked up: "It's been six years, Xiaoshi, you can finally call me grandpa again, I really couldn't help it, in order to cure your illness, I let you take poison and hurt your ......"

Mo Shi's voice is very calm and sweet, like a rice candy, although it is very sweet, it will not be greasy, which makes people like it from the bottom of their hearts.

That night, Mo Lao took Mo Shi and the two of them to Li Feng and Du Mou's room one after another, thanked him again and again, and almost knelt down.

"Cultivate well, this world is very cruel, the strong are majestic and respectful, and they have no strength to be just ants in the eyes of the strong, since you have decided to cultivate, then you must become a peerless powerhouse, so that you can protect yourself, protect your grandfather, and protect the people you want to protect." ”

This is what Li Feng said to Mo Shi, people who are too simple and kind, not suitable for this world, either they are wronged and despicable, or they are killed by traitors......

After Mo Shi and Mo Lao left, Li Feng took out the mountains and rivers of those years.

As soon as this picture was taken out, the whole room was filled with a little light, like fireflies flying in mid-air, with an extremely amazing breath of time, and a touch of turbulent atmosphere.

If it weren't for Li Feng's Divine Ring Town, I'm afraid that this breath of time could exude thousands of miles away.

Li Feng spread out the mountains and rivers of the years on the bed, and he found that the mountains and rivers of the years were a landscape painting of ink and blue, and the inscription in the lower right corner was the imprint of a seal, Shui Mingzi, the three words were very simple and had a strong atmosphere of time.

"This is a feeling left by the Supreme who has a deep understanding of the years, perhaps it cannot be said that it is the artistic conception of the years, but it should be said that the avenue of the years. ”

If it is not a peerless master, how can he add a "son" after his name, if he is not one of the geniuses of the past and present, how can he draw such a volume of mountains and rivers that integrates into the artistic conception.

The map of mountains and rivers is painted with a stretch of high mountains, only black, white and gray three colors, green mountains on both sides, a big river in the middle, a fishing boat in the river, an old man on the boat who boils wine with green plums, and the old man fishes and bathes in the breeze.

Unconsciously, a gentle energy from the Divine Ring enveloped Li Feng.

And Li Feng's eyes became brighter little by little, and he found that the wind had risen on the map of mountains and rivers in these years, and the small fishing boats began to drift with the waves.

Slowly, Li Feng seemed to be in the painting, he saw the gray sky, the black mountains, and the black spirit monkeys naughtily shuttling on the rocks.

The fisherman cooks wine and fishes, and a gust of wind blows the indescribable tranquility and tranquility.

"This is just a picture of mountains and rivers, why do I feel the breath of time but don't find where it emanates from, although I can't find the source but find it everywhere. Li Feng muttered.

Slowly, the sky turned blue, the water of the river became extremely clear, and the agile apes kept screaming, and the wine was fragrant. The green hills on both sides of the river have become majestic and brightly colored.

Li Feng's spiritual consciousness turned into himself and came to the fishing boat on the river.

At the same time, Li Fengpan in the room was sitting on the bed, and in front of him was a map of the mountains and rivers of those years. His breath was restrained, and his spiritual sense became ethereal, like a person who would die at any time, but this was the realm that a warrior dreams of, enlightenment!

Enlightenment, if it is enlightened, it is the sublimation of cultivation and state of mind, and rebirth is inevitable.

This is not a cultivation realm, but a cultivation state, which has nothing to do with physical qualifications and understanding, it all depends on chance. Some people may be touched by a certain event or a certain scene, and once enter the realm of enlightenment. Some people can't even realize it.

Li Feng looked at the old man on the fishing boat with a respectful expression, it must be that this old man is Shui Mingzi, he has cultivated to the end of his life, and his evolution realm is not obvious, although he is only a spirit in the painting, but he has a bit of real charm.

"You're destined. Shui Mingzi's painting spirit poured wine for Li Feng and looked at Li Feng with a charitable smile.

Li Feng looked humble, hugged his fists and said sincerely: "Senior, this time I am only here to understand the artistic conception of the years, and please give me some advice." ”

The artistic conception is the initial embodiment of the avenue of heaven and earth, and guidance is useless. A comprehension word is only understood if you really understand it, otherwise you will never understand it if you tell you.

The fisherman took a sip and said, "I ask you, what are mountains and rivers and what are years!"

Hearing this, Li Feng frowned and began to think deeply.

"Mountains and rivers are the earth under our feet, the green mountains on both sides, and the rivers under the boat. Time is the accumulation of time little by little, the process of people's birth, old age, sickness and death, and the process of decay of trees and grasses. Li Feng replied very seriously.

Then I saw the smile and nodded, and began to say: "Yes, the answer is very good, and it is also the essence of these two." But although you know this truth, you don't understand it, so it's useless. ”

"The so-called mountains and rivers are the world we live in, the road under our feet, the road ahead, the road behind us, and the road for all people. And the years are the process of our walking, without taking a step, the years will take a step forward, or we will stand still, and the years will naturally exist. The old man didn't look at Li Feng from beginning to end, just drinking and fishing.

Hearing this, Li Feng thought for a long time, he knew that it made sense, he didn't gain anything at all, because he didn't realize it.

"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.

(End of chapter)