Chapter 47: The Way of the World

"The method of cultivation is very simple, but the cultivation is difficult. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"It's hard to practice, it's hard to know when you hear the Tao. ”

"The avenue is speechless, the avenue is wordless, it's difficult. ”

"The method of cultivation is easy to obtain, but it is difficult to understand the method of cultivation. ”

"It's hard to memorize the method of cultivation, and it's hard to embark on the path of cultivation. ”

"It's not easy to get started with cultivation, but it's hard to keep going on the path of cultivation. ”

Xia He said several difficulties in a row, that is, it was really difficult, he was a genius, so he couldn't experience that kind of difficulty, and also because he was a genius, he could think of the kind of difficulty that he couldn't understand, which was also a genius's idea.

"You can't rely on others, you can't help the seedlings, and there's no shortcut to your practice. ”

"Even if you are a once-in-a-century genius, you can only start step by step from a child, start the path of cultivation, and then stand, and then know the destiny of heaven, and then know the age of the sixtieth century, and finally step into the sacred realm, which is already the end of the path of cultivation, and the sacred realm is bright. ”

"But as I said in the previous story, cultivation is just an adventurer's game. ”

"A game about life is still a game, and since it is a game, there must not be only one road to the end. ”

"The man in the story walked out of the cave, and perhaps someone tried to escape from the terrifying ghosts on the cave wall, and they threw themselves into the deeper darkness of the cave. ”

Then he came out of the other end of the cave. ”

"Cultivating people is a kind of cultivation, in fact, this is also the most widely spread one, whether it is in the Great Yin or the wasteland, whether it is the faint purple of the brilliant lights of the Great Yin, or the snow next to the white walls and red courtyards in the wasteland. ”

"However, there are more mysterious places where strange and wonderful practices are circulated. ”

"For example, in the northernmost part of the wasteland, in the unnamed mountain. ”

Speaking of this, Xia He paused, and Yin Huai also remembered that night, the snow in the courtyard in June, which was a kind of road that was different from the power on Xia He's body, but it went to the same destination.

Xia He paused and continued, his voice calm.

"The people in the mountains claim that they practice the great road outside the world, they don't cultivate people, they only cultivate the great road, they don't cultivate human desires, they only cultivate no desires, and if they have no desires, they are strong, and this is their way. ”

When he said this, Xia He's voice was very calm, even a little cold, it was calm without temperature, like the snow lotus in the mountains, like the blood poured on the bluestone table in the summer city and summer mansion in the past, like the sudden cold killing intent that day.

The so-called desirelessness is just talk.

"They boast that they are people outside the world, standing proudly in the northernmost part of the wasteland, occupying the tallest and most precipitous mountain in the wasteland, and not easily entering the world. ”

"It's just that the world doesn't know the so-called Five Realms of Cultivation, if they do, they will have to treat him for the crime of plagiarism, and those old men who are on the mountain can still brazenly say that the things of cultivators are not stealing. ”

Xia He's tone was still cold and calm, but the words were a little sharp, and even a little mean.

He did not hide his dislike for the people of the so-called nameless mountain, and his dislike for that mountain even exceeded his dislike for the king of the steppe.

He was a cultivator during his lifetime, and after he died, he became a powerful ghost, and if he was able to survive as a "ghost", maybe not only because of that gray page, but also because of his resentment towards that mountain.

Of course, his caustic and sharp words were not heard by the people in the mountains, and the man who killed him was already dead, and he was already dead, and no one in the mountains would have thought that he was still here cursing the sacred mountain.

Yin Huai is the only one who knows, and Yin Huai is still silently catching the car.

It's not because of cold-bloodedness, it's just purely because Yin Huai doesn't know how to comfort this young man who has lost everything, including life.

If you don't have anything to comfort, you have to divert from the topic.

"So, what other ways to practice?"

The whip in Yin Huai's hand fell heavily on the old horse, almost trying to cover up his voice, the old horse didn't hear the person behind him talking, or was going crazy, it could only silently withstand a heavier whip than before.

The secret curse in Lao Ma's heart did not end, and the curse in Xia He's heart for the mountain was hidden in the depths.

Secretly, hide, and wait for the next bloody wound to tear the wound in the heart.

After hiding the curse, Xia He seemed to have returned to that sunny appearance.

"And that's it. ”

Xia He pointed at himself, his outstretched fingers and his chest, where translucent sunlight could be seen passing through his chest.

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Xiao Zhang, I'm sorry, in short, it's still good luck for you!