Icefield City.

Outside, the wind was howling and the snow was falling.

The room was as warm as spring, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes were as calm as a deep mountain pool, he looked at the green jade tree by the window, the branches and leaves were windless.

Then the dragon carp in the fish tank jumped out, the long piano sounded by itself, the sound wave condensed, and circled the beam three times.

Call.

The wind suddenly rose, and a flame flew out of the coal-fired fire, suspended in mid-air.

The chessboard buzzed, the warp and weft lines flickered, the books on the table automatically opened, the sound of recitation sounded, and the pen and ink were automatically outlined on the rice paper.

The young man's face was as usual, his right hand was slowly raised, and he pointed into a sword, pointing at the few small metal swords in front of him.

Airplanes.

In the tremor of the sword body, a small flying sword rose into the air.

"Go."

The boy pointed at the wooden beam in front of him, and a flying sword shot away.

However, at this moment, an accident happened, and all the flying swords lost power, like birds with broken wings, all of them fell down and fell to the floor with a clang.

"Alas, it's still a little worse, what is it?"

The boy muttered, his brow furrowed slightly, lost in thought.

His name is Jing Chen, and in his previous life, he was dissatisfied with his father's spending all day and wine, went to the mountains to cultivate, suffered an accidental death, was reborn in the Yuan Realm, and became a martial arts cultivator.

Unlike other cultivation methods of refining the body, cultivating texts, controlling beasts, and summoning the undead, Jing Chen was born with a ten thousand sword body and could only cultivate swords.

Jian Xiu ranked first in the Metaverse in terms of combat power.

But the sad thing is that there are still two words in front of his sword body, ten thousand daos, and he must understand ten thousand daos before he can start cultivating.

Other cultivators only need to learn the same first, but he started with 10,000 kinds, so you can imagine how difficult it is.

Fortunately, he has a father who can make money and is willing to spend on himself, and he has brought all kinds of rare and exotic objects to make himself realize, and he has also eaten a lot of natural treasures for himself, and now he is a little closer to fully comprehending Wandao.

Fifteen years old.

I almost comprehended the Ten Thousand Daos, and if such an achievement is exposed, it will definitely shake the entire Metaverse, because similar physiques often appear everywhere.

However, no matter how talented he is or how good his family background is, the master of such a physique has practiced hard for decades, until his longevity is exhausted, and he cannot realize the Tao.

There are so many that everyone ends up encountering a similar constitution and gives up directly.

Because ordinary people have a limited lifespan, they can't afford to spend it at all.

Jing Chen, who is a reborn, lived in a scientific and technological society with an information explosion in his previous life, knew enough things, and went to the mountains to cultivate for many years, accumulating deeply.

In addition, if you have a good understanding, you dare to practice boldly.

"The Tao gives birth to one, one life to two, two to three, and three to all things, in fact, to comprehend all the ways, not to really comprehend the ten thousand ways, but to comprehend one, to touch the bypass, to know all the other ways. But this path is too subtle, changeable, and unpredictable, and we can only understand the true meaning by contemplating other more ways. ”

As an old bird who has been practicing for decades, Jing Chen now knows how to comprehend the Ten Thousand Daos, and he is now short of the last point.

If it works.

Wind, fire, water, electricity, good luck and calamity, everything can be turned into a sword, stacked on top of each other, and the power skyrockets, enough to make him soar into the sky.

The room fell silent, Jing Chen closed his eyes, and entered a meditative state of cultivation again.

Until noon, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Son, it's time for hot pot." Jing Daifu's cheerful voice urged.

"Got it, Daddy."

Jing Chen agreed, opened his eyes, put on his fur coat, opened the door and walked out.

Outside, the wind and snow were scorching, and the cold was biting, and a middle-aged man in a shabby fur coat stood opposite with a smile, constantly rubbing his hands and breathing.

"The mutton I bought this morning, this time we have shabu-shabu, it must taste good."

"What's your phone number?" Jing Chen suddenly asked.

Jing Dafu blurted out: "1...... What mobile phone number do you want and what is a mobile phone number? ”

Jing Chen's eyes were fixed on his father's face, but this old thief had been in the mall for many years, and his acting skills were very high, so he couldn't see a single flaw.

"Nothing? Seen in an ancient book. ”

"Oh, that's interesting, it's cold outside, so let's hurry up and eat."

Jing Chen lifted the curtain and walked into the living room.

Call.

Jing Dafu stood outside, patted his chest, and let out a sigh, "Fortunately, he was not discovered, this kid is getting more and more difficult to deal with." ”

"Xiaochen, sit down, the mutton is ready, eat it while it's hot." A young girl of seventeen or eighteen years old greeted with a smile, it was Xia Fang.

"I'll do it myself." Jing Chen took the chopsticks and scooped up the meat himself.

"Xiaochen, when you grow up, do you start to dislike your sister?" Xia Fang's face was full of grievances, wiping her eyes, and pretending to cry, "I want my sister to feed you with a handful of and urine......"

"The first time we met, I was five years old, where do I need you a handful of, a handful of urine, no, what nonsense are you talking about, you are the one who fed you with a handful of and urine?"

"I'm your sister, how can you say that about me?"

"Godsister." Jing Chen said seriously.

"You ......" Xia Fang was about to quarrel, the curtain was lifted, Jing Dafu walked in, and the godsister and brother immediately shut up and made a truce.

"Hurry up and eat."

Xia Fang sat down and began to grab meat, and Jing Chen was not far behind.

"Damn, you two little cubs keep me more." Jing Dafu saw that the meat was almost swallowed by them, and he was so angry that he scolded, "This is what Lao Tzu bought with hard work." ”

"I bought the meat." Godsister Xia Fang corrected.

"Where did that money come from, it's not Lao Tzu who earned it."

Jing Chen buried his head in eating until the mutton was clean, and then he went to eat the green vegetables slowly, and the angry Jing Dafu had a toothache, "You two little cubs are worse than those robbers, people can at least talk, you don't give a chance to talk, just eat up the meat." ”

Xia Fang said: "We are good people, how can we be more hateful than robbers?" ”

"In my eyes, it's the opposite."

Jing Chen's heart moved when he heard this, he slapped his chopsticks on the ground, and said excitedly: "I know, I know, my enlightenment has always been a little worse, but in fact, it is not a little worse, but that I am in the wrong direction." ”

"That's worse, isn't it?" Well Daifumi.

Xia Fang nodded.

Although she didn't understand the matter of enlightenment, every time she heard her brother say it, she felt shocked.

"The Tao is big and outside, its small is not inside, inclusive of everything, there is day, there will be night, there is goodness, there will be evil, I have been pursuing the bright and beautiful side, but I forgot that there is a dark and ugly side of this world, I only think that I am a man, but I forget, the lonely yang is not born, just like the Taiji Yin and Yang diagram, how much white, how much black......"

The father and daughter on the other side of the table stared dryly, "What do you mean?" ”

"If I can't kill it, then only the harmony of yin and yang can I realize the Tao, in short, there must be a dark ......"

"I do." Xia Fang shyly twisted her head and said.

"Girl, don't you think about it?" Jing Dafu is very reluctant, the little cabbage that has been raised for more than ten years is about to be offered by his bastard son, and it hurts to think about it.

"Godfather, fertilizer and water don't flow into outsiders' fields."

"Girl, you can't wait to leave me, I want to feed you with a handful of and pee......"

Xia Fangqi's pretty face turned red, and she said embarrassedly: "I was seven or eight years old when I came to Jing's house, and you need to pee feces there, and you were raised by feces and urine." ”

Jing Chen said expressionlessly: "I don't want to fly a plane." ”