At night.

The moon is clear, and the clouds are quiet.

The moonlight blew through the windowsill, and Lin Futian sat in front of the window, holding many quaint books in his hands, all piled up by the window. Occasionally, a fresh breeze blows, bringing fresh air into the body, bringing the pleasure of numbness all over the body. The aura of heaven and earth after the rain is more pure, and it is very appropriate to practice at this time, because in the pure aura environment, a lot of unnecessary "filtering" links will be saved, and it is more efficient to practice in such an environment, so Luo Mei and they all returned to their respective rooms, and no one came to disturb Lin Futian to think about something quietly.

Lin Futian looked left and right, checked a lot of classics and historical records, and roughly calculated the specific time and place of [Zhenling Mountain], which was a little different from the time he told Luo Mei last time. Thinking of this, Lin Futian couldn't help but look a little embarrassed, because he miscalculated the time, so that girl kept urging me to hurry up, right?

Lin Futian smiled, in fact, he can't be blamed for this, he hasn't been to that place for a long time, many things have changed, and every time he is reincarnated, he needs to confirm whether the timeline is correct or not. This is a laborious thing, but fortunately, Lin Futian has long been used to it, so he doesn't feel tired. Lin Futian looked at the books piled up by the window, put down the pen in his hand, put it between the pages, then leaned back in the chair, raised his neck, and then twisted, he didn't raise his head for too long, causing his neck to be a little stiff and sore.

Lin Futian stretched out his hand and kneaded it at the back of his neck, he looked at the deserted street, his eyes lowered. There was still some clammy and cold air lingering in the air, brushing through the placket and around the back of the head, like a tender killer, without saying a word.

Lin Futian suddenly stood up and picked up the books that were placed on the windowsill, in the process of sorting out the books, it was actually a process of cultivating the mind. Page after page of paper, folded and smoothed, looking at the slight traces on the page, like a vertical and horizontal river, hundreds of rivers to the sea, have gathered in these dusty books for many years, like an endless calm sea.

Lin Futian put his hand on the edge of the page, and suddenly felt a little emotional.

I don't know how many people have passed through these books, they have also read them and recorded them in the books. Those casual annotations, in the long course of history, have increasingly revealed their true preciousness. That one by one shining thoughts, whether they are correct or not, have left an incomparably precious wealth to future generations, dare to be the first, climb mountains and wade through water, walk all over the world, record all kinds of wonders of this world, record a mountain, a piece of water, a person who is unforgettable.

In fact, where did this book come from, Lin Futian can't remember it very clearly, but he only remembers that when he was reincarnated in the previous life, he once accidentally met a towering pavilion in an inaccessible cave, which has a lot of calligraphy and paintings, pen, ink, paper and inkstone that I don't know the age. Walking inside, one can see a huge book

shelves, which are filled with books from all over the world, with a variety of genres and rich themes. The entire pavilion can be said to be spotless, as if someone will come here to clean it from time to time, but looking at the interior of it, it does not look like someone has been here.

The most critical thing, and what shocked Lin Futian the most, was that each book had the handwritten annotations of the original owner of the book, and the handwriting was serious, obviously reading the book thoroughly. How could such a person have read so many books? Doesn't he have to cultivate the Tao to prolong his life? You know: The entire bookshelf is full of books, and according to rough estimates, there are millions of books. Such a person, if he reads and annotates every day, will not be able to read so many books. Then the only reasonable explanation is that the owner of this pavilion really read the "Golden House" and "Yan Ruyu" from the book.

As evidenced by the book, "Read more than 10,000 volumes, and write like a god." Among them, the word "god" is the most worthy of careful consideration.

All living beings in the world have thousands of ways to attain the Tao, and the subtle meaning of this can only be fully understood by the person concerned. And a different kind of traditional way of cultivating the Tao that is different from the rigidity and ugliness is that it can break through the so-called "pass" of cultivation as quickly as possible, and it is like a bamboo, riding in the dust, and going straight to the far and further places of the avenue.

Lin Futian brought all the things left by his predecessors back to his "Qiankun Little World", folded his sleeves, and left. Then in this life, Lin Futian went to that place again, because the last time he entered the reincarnation, he had returned all those things back to that pavilion.

That time, I still didn't see anyone.

But this time, there were a few more people in the cave, that is, the cave where Lin Futian took Luo Mei and them last time, next to the cave that Lin Futian took them to last time, there was actually a cave, but it was well hidden, and it was difficult to find that extremely thin line. So the last time they were in Luomei when they were carrying out the inheritance, Lin Futian went in, retrieved the things left there in the previous life, went in empty-handed, and returned with a full load.

Fast-moving.

Lin Futian returned to the cave with eighteen murals, and the inheritance had not officially begun to enter the most critical moment, so there was no mistake. After they accepted the inheritance in Luomei, they could only see Lin Futian sitting in place, smiling and looking at a few people.

The world is unpredictable, and the things in that pavilion fall into the hands of Lin Futian, and it cannot be regarded as dust. Thinking of the ability of the forest to bury the heavens, he will choose to leave these books in the place where they are most needed in this world.

There is no doubt about this!

Lin Futian suddenly came back to his senses, smiled, and then put away the books that had been passed on many times and finally reached his hand. Lin Futian stood by the window, looking at the moonlight in the sky, and suddenly remembered something, so he walked out of the door and left.

Lin Futian walked to Zhao Jingzhi's door, stretched out his hand, hesitated for a moment, and then bent two fingers slightly and knocked lightly.

After a while, the lights in the room lit up, and a pleasant voice sounded: "Who?" Zhao Jingzhi was really strange, so late

Because next door was Lin Futian's room, so Zhao Jingzhi didn't worry or be scared, but felt a little more relieved. Because she knew that Lin Futian would not let the people around him be harmed. But she was still a little strange, who would knock on the door so late?

Lin Futian stood in front of the door, and suddenly felt that his move was a little inappropriate, how could anyone knock on the door of someone's girl's house in the middle of the night, if it was spread out like this, how would Zhao Mingxi, Zhao Jingzhi's mysterious younger brother, take revenge on himself? The most important thing is: spread it like this...... It's really not good.

Lin Futian was silent for a while, wondering whether he wanted to speak or not. He suddenly thought about it: it had only been long since the lights went out, and there was a reason to say it. So Lin Futian spoke: "That, I'm Lin Futian." ”

Zhao Jingzhi was startled at first, and then her face turned red to the root of her ears, she grabbed the quilt, covered her blushing face, her bright big eyes turned around, and she was shy in her heart, and said in her heart: Why did he come to me at night? Could it be......? As soon as he thought of this, Zhao Jingzhi's heart was pounding, and his ears could only hear his heart beating violently.

She gritted her teeth and said in her heart: "My heart, can you calm down quickly......?" Zhao Jingzhi covered her face with her hands and said vaguely: "You...... What's the matter?"

Lin Futian coughed awkwardly, and then decided to say, "That, the moonlight outside the window is good now......

Zhao Jing said straightly: "The moonlight outside the window ......is good? He wants to ask me out?!"

But then Lin Futian's words completely extinguished Zhao Jingzhi's joy, "The moonlight outside the window is good, it is more suitable for the cultivation of your inheritance, the current time is just right, cultivating in this time period will get twice the result with half the effort!" Lin Futian said with certainty.

Zhao Jing said lightly: "Oh, I know. ”

Lin Futian sighed, and the stone in his heart finally landed, "It seems that she didn't misunderstand, it's good." The guy in Nangong also said that if a man knocks on a woman's doorman at night, he will definitely make the other party misunderstand, I don't think that's necessarily the case, no, isn't she misunderstood?" Lin Fu Tianxin said.

Lin Futian was a little proud, feeling that he had finally made some breakthroughs in the affairs of men and women.

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An unknown place.

A young man in a white coat was leisurely fishing by the river, suddenly, Nangong Qixi sneezed, leaned forward, shook his wrist, and the fish that had just been hooked suddenly broke free of the hook, swung his body, jumped into the water again, and walked away leisurely.

Nangong Qixi sighed, "Alas, the fish that just arrived slipped away again, who is talking bad about me?"

A dexterous brush flew lightly to Nangong Qixi's shoulder, and slightly rubbed the man known as the "Book Saint". Nangong Qixi said helplessly: "I know, I know, the fish will be there soon." Nangong Qixi frowned sadly, and muttered to himself: "I don't know which guy is used to it, a pen, it's just a thing."

Do you like to drink fish soup?" Nangong Qixi raised his head and sighed, "Alas, I really poured mold for eight lifetimes~"

The brush, which was known as "the most spiritual brush in heaven and earth", was suddenly dissatisfied and shook off the ink on Nangong Qixi's face. The latter dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak, so he could only give a thumbs up and say brilliantly: "This move is really unprecedented and unprecedented." It is worthy of being hailed as the most spiritual pen in heaven and earth, and it is really spiritual. ”

The brush that was spinning beside Nangong Qixi suddenly slowed down, as if it was listening carefully to the praise of this "book saint", and it suddenly floated in the air, up and down for a while.

It's really a little fluttery.

Nangong Qixi smiled helplessly, sighed, and then grabbed the fishing rod and decided that it was completely impossible to catch only one fish today.

If you want to come, come two!

The rod was thrown high and landed on the surface of that "water".

Under the scorching sun, a man who always gets bored prepares to fish for his greedy pen to drink in fish soup.

And the brush, as if it did not get tired, kept circling the man, occasionally leaning over to his face, looking at his "masterpiece", and then flying away with joy.

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Inside the inn.

The old man surnamed Tao and the scholar surnamed Li, who was much younger than him, returned from a walk. The two walked upstairs slowly, suddenly with a happy face, and then greeted the young man who was stunned alone: "See you again, Lin Gongzi." ”

Lin Futian came back to his senses and replied with a smile: "It's really a place in life where you don't meet, two seniors." Lin Futian made a courtesy that a scholar would have, and nodded slightly.

The old man surnamed Tao smiled and said, "Why did Xiaoyou stand in front of the door in the middle of the night, wasn't he turned away?" The scholar surnamed Li looked at Lin Futian with a smile, and was also a little puzzled.

So Lin Futian roughly told the two seniors about what happened just now.

The two readers suddenly lost the posture of the readers, and laughed back and forth. The younger scholars were the first to react, signaling that it was late at night for the old man, and that such a loud voice would wake up the other guests.

Lin Futian was confused, and he didn't know why the two seniors were like this. So he asked in a low voice, "Two seniors, why is this?"

The old man surnamed Tao smiled: "Don't you know what I'm laughing at?" Haha!" The scholar surnamed Li smiled, and then asked: "Lin Gongzi, ask a more personal question: Have you ever had a favorite girl?"

Lin Futian looked at the expectant eyes of the two seniors, and then shook his head suspiciously.

The old man surnamed Tao stroked his beard and said suddenly: "Then it should be like this, it's not strange, it's not strange, haha......" The scholar surnamed Li glanced at the old man reproachfully, and then said with a smile: "Lin Gongzi can read more useful books, and even more books about men and women." ”

Lin Futian asked, "Why?"

The scholar surnamed Tao simply took out a yellowed book with upturned pages from his cuff, apparently having flipped through it many times. The old man handed the book to Lin Futian and said solemnly: "

Lin Xiaoyou, promise me that you must go back to the room before opening it, otherwise, something terrible will happen. This is an out-of-print piece that I have collected for many years, and you should treasure it. ”

The scholar surnamed Li suddenly turned a little red and turned his head. But there was some schadenfreude in his eyes.

Lin Futian accepted the book and put it in his sleeve.

The two seniors and Lin Futian said goodbye and left, and before leaving, the old man deliberately emphasized: "Before you go back to the room, you must not open it, remember, remember." It wasn't until they saw Lin Futian nodding that the two left with confidence.

Lin Futian returned to the room, hesitated for a moment, and then decided to open the book.

After a while, Lin Futian ran out of the room with a blushing face, and said angrily: "Senior, how can you ......?"

The two "initiators" stood happily at the window, and the old man looked at the young scholar and asked, "What do you say?"

The young man smiled and sighed, "There are still signs of breaking the thread after all the efforts have been exhausted. ”

The old man put his hands on his sleeves, raised his beard, and laughed: "Hahaha...... That's good, that's good......"

The light and moon outside the window are not the frost on the tiles of others, but the pure land in the heart.

Such and such.

That's good.

(End of chapter)