"You don't want to run around all day long, cultivation is also cultivating the mind, and the mind can't be calm, how can you practice?

I think the reason why those places outside the country choose to be on overseas fairy islands or deep in the mountains is to avoid the disturbances of the world and to practice with peace of mind. ”

"What you say is reasonable, many people may have to talk for many years to understand this truth, or even a lifetime." Zhuo Siwei nodded after hearing this.

"Second grade? When you get a product, you can almost protect yourself, so let's go around, right? Wang Zhe said in his heart.

On the same day, Zhuo Siwei left Guobei County with two colleagues.

Ganzhou, Dingyang Houfu,

A middle-aged man in a vermilion robe, with a square face and thick eyebrows, sat on the Taishi chair, like a lion who was not angry but mighty.

On his left hand sat a thin middle-aged man, dressed in a green robe and with three long beards.

"Yu Liu and the people of Baihe Road are dead, and there is a kendo master in Guobei County who has comprehended the sword intent, the second grade."

"Second grade, isn't it that kendo master who robbed the Hou Ye of the tribute." The thin middle-aged man said.

"It's not him, Yu Liu and the Baihe River Leader wrote to him earlier that the robbery of the tribute was done by the monsters, as for the kendo master, maybe he just happened to encounter it?"

"Whether it's coincidental or intentional, I think this tribute thing can be placed on him, robbing the tribute is a felony, and there are still few second-grade masters locked up in the heavenly prison in the capital?

Which of them is not a figure who once dominated the world and dominated one side. The thin man twisted his beard and said.

"Well, what Mr. said is reasonable, I will write an excerpt and hand it over later."

......

Guobei County,

Wang Zhe was lying in a rocking chair, his eyes closed, he did not visualize, but was studying a book of exercises.

"Nansai Sword Codex",

Nansai refers to Nanqiu Kensai, which is a famous place of practice in the world and is famous for its kendo.

This sword book is the kendo experience of the heads of Nanqiu Jianzhai in the past dynasties, although it is only a fragment, but it is enough to benefit people a lot.

That Yu Liuneng has that kind of cultivation in the way of the sword, and it is also thanks to this sword codex.

Wang Zhe lay on this rocking chair, swaying, and before he knew it, the day had passed.

He hadn't seen Zhu Xiao for a few days, and he heard that it was to prepare for the martial arts exam, so he went up and down.

In Dayong, whether it is to participate in the imperial examination or the martial arts, it is not possible to pass the examination with knowledge and skills, but also to have some relationships.

I really can't get a few hundred taels of silver each.

"No wonder that Zhu Zhu's head is so buttoned on weekdays!"

After a symbolic turn on the street, Wang Zhe returned home.

During his recent period of practice, he vaguely felt that he seemed to have encountered a hurdle.

Therefore, every day after the meal, I will go home to meditate. This was the case for days on end.

That feeling is like a layer of fog blocking in front of you, you can't break it, you can't drive it away, it's very uncomfortable.

After a day of cultivation, it is still the same.

This made him a little confused, in the past, his cultivation was basically a matter of course, and he had never encountered any obstacles or difficulties, and it was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

It's just that Zhuo Siwei is not there, and there is no one to communicate with, so he can only understand by himself.

Anyway, there was nothing to do in the yamen, so he simply took a leave of absence for three days and pondered at home.

Three days have passed quickly, and his internal strength has increased to a certain extent, but he has not yet broken through the "hurdle", but he has become more and more confused.

In this way, the mood is inevitably a little anxious,

"Could it be that you have a heart barrier?"

Read a few "Sutras of Tranquility" to dispel those anxiety.

"That's it, since you can't see through it for the time being, let's let it go."

Wang Zhe was no longer so persistent, went directly to the kitchen, took a little noodles, and prepared to make a bowl of noodles.

eggs, and dough, repeatedly kneaded and pressed,

Boil water, boil soup with big bones,

A bowl of noodles is also exquisite,

He was distracting himself and putting aside his spiritual practice for the time being.

In the next few days, he did not practice day and night, and he was quick during the day, watching the people in the city come and go, busy, chatting with a few acquaintances, and talking about the shortcomings of the parents.

Listen to Lao Hou talk about family affairs, read the scriptures,

On this day, the weather was a little gloomy, and there was a faint sound of thunder,

After the middle of the raindrops fell from the sky and landed on the roof, making a crackling sound.

Wang Zhe stood under the eaves, looked up at the rain, looked at the clouds in the sky, and listened to the thunder.

I didn't think about anything, I just watched it quietly and fell into a trance.

Boom, suddenly a thunderbolt pierced the clouds, fell from the sky, and fell into the distance.

There was a crunch, like the sound of window paper being punctured.

Wang Zhe's body trembled slightly, and he felt a heat pouring into the back of the pillow, and the rain in his eyes suddenly became blurry, and it was soon clear again, very clear,

He saw the veins of the leaves of the laurel tree at the mouth of the alley, and heard the sound of spider webs under the eaves,

Close your eyes, and your consciousness radiates,

Ten zhang, twenty zhang, thirty zhang......

There are women cooking, men drinking, rats burrowing in the ground, birds flying through the rain, and there are people in their homes with worship of the city god......

Wang Zhe took a deep breath,

The true qi in the body is like a big river flowing eastward, gushing endlessly, as if there is a faint roaring sound, rushing through the holes all the way, turning around a strong point,

He "saw" the meridians and viscera in his body,

Slowly raising his hand, the wind and rain in front of him tilted, and he stepped into the rain, and all the wind and rain began to tilt and bounce away two feet away from his body, as if he had encountered an invisible barrier.

gas into gang,

True Qi Passes Through Hundred Pulses,

God probes everywhere,

Heaven and earth are still the same world, the wind and rain are still the same wind and rain, but in Wang Zhe's eyes, they are still different,

Whoosh, the other disappeared, and his figure flickered twice and he had already come to the city wall, and a moment later he came to the great river outside the city, and then returned to the city, in the courtyard,

He made a cup of tea, lit a lamp, picked up a scroll of scriptures, and read it softly.

This night, he watched the wind and rain and broke through the situation!

Speaking of joy, there is naturally it, but it is not the kind of ecstasy, just a small sense of accomplishment.

Cultivation is not too difficult!

The next morning, the morning sun was rising, the sky was high, and the autumn sky looked exceptionally blue.

Wang Zhe clicked and fished as usual.

The county lieutenant had already looked for him privately several times, and he wanted to promote him to be the head catcher, but he politely refused.

Quiet days are always short-lived,

In the afternoon, as he grilled lamb chops at home, a familiar face appeared on the wall.

"Brother Wang, I'm back again!" Zhuo Siwei happily came in with a bottle of wine.

"Well, it smells so good!"

"Why are you back again?"

"Come to handle the case, the case of the robbery of the tribute last time has been spread to the capital, and now the saint is furious when he hears this, and orders the Hundred Horsemen to arrest the person who robbed the tribute as soon as possible." Zhuo Siwei stared at the grilled lamb chops.

"Isn't it a youkai?"

"Dingyang Hou's recital didn't say that, he said that it was the second-grade master who ransacked the tribute with the monsters, and the saint naturally believed what he said.

I was just ordered to make a front stop this time, and the capital sent a master, three second-grade masters! Zhuo Siwei stretched out three fingers.