Wind, eight winds also.

The east is called Mingshu wind, the southeast is called Qingming wind, the south is called Jingfeng, the southwest is called cool wind, the west is called Lu wind, the northwest is said to be Buzhou wind, the north is said to be Guangmo wind, and the northeast is said to be Rongfeng.

What is wind?

"Brother Xi, where is Uncle Feng?" the little fox stared at with big eyes, looking around strangely. "Why is Feng Bo gone?"

"Don't look for it, Feng Bo has already disappeared and fallen. They were about to be knocked out by this girl, Fan Xi took a long breath and got up and walked towards the stone table.

When the little fox heard this, he sighed full of pity, "Hey, it's a pity. I look at him, it should be delicious. ”

Fan Xi's head is full of black lines, your sister. Even if you don't know Fengbo, you are also a god. The little fox ignored his expression, jumped to the stone table, saw the woodcarved scriptures, just wanted to take it, waved his hand again, and sighed: "Hey, it seems to be Cangjie again! Brother Xi, the little fox can't read it." ”

Fan Xi knew that it was the three words of the Classic of Mountains and Seas. He reached out and touched the scripture, which flew away and floated into the air on its own. Then it slowly opens, forming a golden book circle that floats. In the book, five pieces of jade fall and sparkle. "Brother Xi, what is that, it's so good-looking. The little fox immediately gave birth to colorful wings on his back, instantly turned into a streamer, and caught five pieces of jade in the air. Fan Xi thought to himself, this should be the five-volume "Fengbo Creation Secret Record". But in mid-air, there were golden lights, and there were phantoms of fierce beasts, lifelike.

"Wow, what a fierce monster. That monster has many heads, what is it, a monster without a head" The little fox kept exclaiming in the air, Rao was that she had never seen such a terrifying beast. "Hey, I seem to have seen the wind. Look, look, hey, how it's gone, how it's become a bird."

The phantom of the murderous head disappeared, and another figure appeared, Fan Xi secretly thought that they should all be ancient gods. Only the little fox kept exclaiming: "Wow, this snake man is so beautiful, this person is actually eating grass, this person has no head." Wow, this person looks so dark, so big, so fierce. Look at that person, that person plays the piano so well. Brother Xi, look, look at this person, shooting the sun. Fan Xi looked at the little fox and laughed in his heart, but it was undeniable that he was also deeply shocked. In the next breath, the little fox screamed: "This person, he looks the same as me, alas, this person looks the same as me!Alas, how did she become grass, I won't also become grass, right?" Fan Xi of course also saw it, and was secretly surprised in his heart, because this person was Yao Ji, and he was really exactly the same as the little fox. No wonder Feng Bo would admit his mistake, but Yao Ji's phantom turned into grass in the end. The phantom kept changing, and after a long time, the "Classic of Mountains and Seas" was reduced to four parts, which were gradually put away and suspended around Fan Xi.

Fan Xi looked at the four scriptures and read them in turn: ""Wuzang Mountain Sutra", "Overseas Sutra", "Sea Sutra", "Great Wilderness Sutra". After reading, the four scriptures disappeared into Fan Xi's body and disappeared. "Where have you been, where have you been?" the little fox got off the ground and rummaged over Fan Xi. She was particularly interested in the person who looked like her. After looking for a long time, he said with great interest: "Forget it, don't look for it." Then he stared at Fan Xi and said with an evil smile: "Brother Xi, if I eat you, I may find it." ”

Your sister, you know how to eat, Fan Xi feels that he doesn't want to know her at all.

"Brother Xi, look, it's good-looking. There are five pieces of jade in the "Classic of Mountains and Seas". The little fox took one of them, kept looking, and was about to reach out and hand it to Fan Xi. Suddenly, the sky and the earth shook, and the two of them felt that it was dark in front of them. When the blackness was gone, they found themselves in a huge room. Fan Xi looked around, this room was a hundred feet long, empty and empty. The room was sealed all around, but it was as bright as day. The raccoon apparently noticed it as well, and touched around the room.

In the middle of the room, an old man slowly appeared. He was dressed in white, robed with white shoes, and his beard and hair were white, like a man of God. An hourglass is held in one hand, and a piece of green jade is suspended in the other. The little fox hurried over and was about to ask what this place was. I saw the old man speak: "This place is the first layer of the Fengbo Creation Secret Record, and I am the spirit of the Secret Record. One day here, one year outside. The secret record of creation depends on enlightenment, and if you can't realize it for a day, you can't go out for a day. The fifth page of the Creation Secret Record is not in this case. When the sand in the hourglass runs out, it is a day. The timer begins. The old man then turned the hourglass upside down.

The little fox rolled his eyes and said curiously: "What is it to realize, old man? ”

The old man looked at him and nodded with satisfaction: "The blood of the human king, the spirit of the human king, and the bones of the human king." It's already a god, and it's only a few days away. Not bad, not bad. Tell me what the wind is, and then you can go to the next level. ”

"It's easy, I see. Brother Xi, I'll go out and wait for you first. The little fox smiled mischievously and said to the old man, "The wind is power." ”

"Good. The old man nodded, and then the little fox disappeared directly. Fan Xi's eyes fell out in surprise. The old man glanced at Fan Xi again and said, "Although the qualifications are poor, but the gods recognize the master, and there is also a trace of creation, tell me what is the wind?"

What is the wind, Fan Xi sat down and kept reading. His mind is all about the wind, but what is the wind? Is the wind just power? Fan Xi kept asking rhetorically, is there so much difference between me and the little fox? Looking at the sand flowing in the old man's hand, he seemed a little anxious.

"Don't worry, don't rush, take your time. The old man comforted, "We have time." "Your sister, do you have me, Fan Xi screamed in his heart.

What is wind and what is wind. By the way, the wind is not just power, the wind can have a lot. As long as it moves, there is wind. The movement is visible, but the wind is not. Yes, yes, everything that moves is wind. Fan Xi suddenly stood up, with a smile on his face. He was startled when he saw that his clothes and trousers were a lot shorter, and he was a lot taller. Is it really a day here, and a year outside?

"Very well, it seems that you already understand. Moreover, I feel that only you really understand. The old man smiled and nodded, and said with great satisfaction: "I finally understand why the divine soldier chose you, very good, very good." You've been here for three days, and you've been out there for three years. Seeing that this fourth hourglass is about to run out, you can go quickly. ”

Three years, three years, with endless surprise, Fan Xi reached the second floor. I had to get out early, he was secretly anxious. It's still the same old man. "Tell me, what do you think the wind should have?"

"The wind is free. Without a trace of hesitation, Fan Xi answered him. Then in the old man's extremely surprised eyes, he disappeared.

Three floors. "Tell me what the traces of the wind look like. The old man was still immersed in the shock that the girl had given her three days earlier, because she told the old man without thinking: "The trajectory of the wind is as you like." "This is the most illustrious person he's ever seen in a long time, and he's the most likely person to open Chapter 5.

Without thinking, Fan Xi replied: "What is the trajectory of the passive person of the wind, what is the trajectory of the wind." And the wind itself, there is no trajectory. The next moment, Fan Xi disappeared. The old man was as if he had been struck by lightning, and his eyes were full of incredulity. It seems that the old man has finally understood what the wind is until today.

On the fourth floor, an old man stared at Fan Xi, shook his head, and said, "Three days ago, a beautiful girl came to me. She has a saint god body, and a saint blood and blood, and her qualifications are countless times better than yours. She's just gone out, and you, but you don't know how long you're going to stay. But it's not easy to get here. ”

When Fan Xi heard that the little fox had just gone out, he let out a long breath, he was afraid that the little fox would go against the sky. What if she had to wait a few years? "What's your title?"

"Tell me what is the merit and creation of the wind. After the old man finished speaking, he secretly thought about the girl's answer just now, the creation of the wind depends on the origin of the wind, what produces the wind, and what is the merit of the wind. The girl, who kept saying that she had been hungry for three days, shocked him deeply. This question has been thought about as early as the first layer. I only heard him speak: "Merit is in things, not in the wind." After speaking, Fan Xi disappeared. Leaving this old man to keep repeating his words, the merit is in the thing, not in the wind. After a long time, his eyes shot out, patted his thighs and said, "Yes, yes, why didn't you think of it." What produces the wind, merit is what it is. And wind, like creation, is also a product, so how can there be such a thing as creation. The man replied, going further than the girl. Maybe he can open the fifth chapter of the secret record. ”

Aptitude or talent, perseverance, which is more important?

Some people choose the former, others choose talent, but almost no one chooses perseverance.

But in this world, there are many people who have become saints and emperors. All focus only on their aptitude and talent.

Perhaps people have overlooked what they have in common – perseverance.