"Wow", "Wow", "Wow"

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, falling in this world, full of strong rhythm, a hundred turns and a thousand turns, vigorous. [Ran^Text^Library] []

In the wind and rain, Yun Yang stood on the dojo, and at this moment his state of mind was like this torrential rain, excited, complicated, mighty, undulating, unable to calm down.

This kind of thing has never happened before, Yun Yang is naturally indifferent, and he sees everything in the world very lightly, so why has no reason to toss and turn in his heart.

Yun Yang couldn't help but solemnly look at the woman in the mist and rain, his mood was chaotic, most likely because the woman's action affected his mood.

The woman in the rain, although she never moved a step from beginning to end, Yun Yang was sure that she had already made a move, and the rain here, those plants and flowers were all derived from her magic method.

Looking closely, in the wind and rain, every drop of raindrop seems to carry an ocean, every bunch of plants and trees seems to carry a world, and every rhythm seems to contain the rhythm of the world.

Yun Yang looked at the woman in the smoke and rain, and the more he tried to see her face truly, the more confused his heart became.

In the haze, the fairy in the rain looks forward to the brilliance, a smile like the blooming and falling of the rhombic flower, the elegance is peerless, the grass and flowers, and her reflection.

The clear raindrops fell on her shoulders and between her hair, as if playing with her, like a naughty doll.

Yun Yang's mood was even more chaotic, he turned his gaze and no longer looked at the person in the rain, however, no matter how he tried to get rid of distracting thoughts, the figure of the woman in the rain was clearer in his heart.

"Wow", "Wow", "Wow"

The more the rain poured, the more the wind became stronger, and the raindrops fell on his body, but Yun Yang could feel that every drop of rain was extremely heavy, as if every drop of rain was a mountain.

It was very heavy and heavy, almost crushing Yun Yang to the ground, the mana in the Yun Yang Divine Sea Realm was surging, and waves were set off on the vast black sea, and the powerful power was abundant in Yun Yang's limbs and hundreds of remains.

With such a powerful force, he could raise his hand and throw the mountain and pull out the five mountains, however, even if Yun Yang had already unleashed his mana, the feeling of heaviness had not decreased much.

The clear raindrops fell on his shoulders, and at that moment Yun Yang only felt as if he was carrying a hundred thousand mountains, his shoulders were smashed with blood flowing for a long time, and his feet had sunk into the earth under his feet.

At this moment, Yun Yang deeply realized the horror of the woman in the rain, and he knew that it was not the woman in the rain who deliberately targeted him, she just evolved her method here.

And what he endured was just a trace of residual strength in the Sutra of the Woman in the Rain, but even so, he was easily injured, and the strength of the Woman in the Rain can be imagined.

She is definitely not weaker than the sword figure and the Holy Spirit, and from the method she casts, Yun Yang can also see that the Dao of the woman in the rain is not the same as the sword figure, which is as strong and rigid as the Holy Spirit, but a kind of grace and softness.

Between the two, it is difficult to distinguish between high and low and superior and inferior, but Yun Yang can feel that the law of the woman in the rain is more unpredictable and unbelievable than the sword figure and the Holy Spirit.

The law evolved by the woman in the rain, the mystery in it, and the implications, so far, Yun Yang has not been able to clarify a single point.

Yun Yang shook away the raindrops on his body, and his feet came out of the earth below, and at the same time he opened the mixed hole, and on the mixed hole, three thousand swirls twisted, faintly wedged the trajectory of the three thousand avenues.

Between the twisting of the three thousand swirls, a general trend was formed, an all-encompassing force, and the mixed hole floated above the clouds, emitting a terrifying devouring power, and the raindrops that smashed into the clouds were torn like a mixed hole.

Yun Yang silently recited in his heart what he had heard in the fourth world before, the scriptures that came out of the Buddha's country, and these scriptures had the magical power to protect the spiritual platform and enlighten wisdom.

Sanskrit recited it several times, and finally, Yun Yang's previous messy state of mind recovered as before, calmed down, and he began to observe and comprehend the rhythm in the rain, and comprehend the realm and mysteries.

Slowly, he realized that he felt the rhythm of the rain, it was so complex, it contained the rhyme in the red dust, which was the rhythm of the world.

It's no wonder that Yun Yang was disturbed in that rhythm before, the red dust is full of dust, and the world is full of things, how complicated it is, even the ancient sages are difficult to explain clearly, and the Tao is clear.

Even the emperor and the Buddha, who are wise in ancient and modern times, can't find it, and here, the woman in the rain naturally can't really see through the world, but her perception of this is much deeper than Yunyang.

Therefore, the rhythm in her Fa makes Yun Yang feel messy after listening to it.

Suddenly, in that rhythm, he saw a vast sea of people, with a large number of figures, different postures and expressions, in the world, people go back and forth, come and go, and don't know where to go.

There are times of calm and turbulence, countless years have passed, countless people have flowed, and endless things have happened, forming this complicated red dust.

No matter the state of the world, or human nature, it is too complicated, all these clouds and clouds cannot be penetrated, and his state of mind is unaware and unconscious, regenerating waves, and opening up little by little.

For a long time, Yun Yang was vigilant and silently recited Sanskrit, he was actually so ambitious, and wanted to explore and understand the artistic conception of the woman in the rain from the rhythm.

It was a woman in the rain who felt her whole life, saw all kinds of things, all kinds of worlds, and walked through the rolling red dust, so that she could understand the situation now.

Thinking of this, Yun Yang calmed down again, all kinds of distracting thoughts were expelled from his heart, he heard the rhythm of the rain, not as sudden as his eyes saw, it was sometimes soothing, sometimes open, sometimes soft, sometimes noisy, full of rhythm.

Like raindrops hitting duckweed, so soft, like night rain rising in autumn pools, so turbulent, like smoke and rain on the road in March, so hazy.

He realized that the true connotation of this rain is a kind of clumsiness, not arrogant or impatient, the deeper and quieter, with the light and dust, rather than light.

It is a kind of wedge, moving forward in a common direction without hesitation, converging into rivers and seas, the waves are endless, the waves are endless, and the waves are stirring up by the wind, vigorous, turbid and clear.

It is a kind of tenacity, the water is soft but soft and boneless, the belief is persistent, the pursuit is unremitting, how many obstacles, how many twists and turns, even if the mountains are stacked, a hundred turns and thousands of times, the will of the hundred rivers into the sea has never wavered, and the majestic and heroic footsteps have not stopped for a moment.

Wave after wave crashing on the shore, eventually knocking out the reef with holes, day after day, year after year, not arrogant or impatient, dripping thousands of times, and finally chiseling out the hole.

It is a kind of flexibility, which changes from time to time and condenses into dew at night, foggy in the morning, sunny and auspicious, cloudy and neonished, summer for rain, winter for snow, turning into anger and condensing into ice.

Soothing for the stream, low chanting and singing, steep for the waterfall, tiger roaring dragon chanting, deep and for the pool, Taoguang nourishing obscure, vast for the sea, singing and soaring, it also changes because of the instrument, when it meets the round, it is round, when it is square, it is straight like a carved line, and the song can be coiled dragon.