Song Ciwan exchanged Yu Qinglu for a piece of lightning strike Li Mu, and when he was about to leave, the young shoots of Li Mu actually probed his brain, showing a little reluctance to Song Ciwan.

Song Ciwan saw that this young shoot was ignorant and cute, so he couldn't help but stretch out his fingertips and caress the young bud again.

She said: "All things are born and have a way. The rotation of the sun and the moon, the changes of the four seasons, the wind, rain, thunder and lightning, and the withering and glory of living beings are all in the Tao. You are a natural being, and you should also learn from nature. Concentrate on the mind and read the truth of the word. Raise the yuan in time, and collect the real Qi. Harvest when it is prosperous, make up for it when it is lost......"

The art of Dharma transmission runs slowly, without a trace, and breathes together with heaven and earth.

This time, the thousand-year-old lightning strike Li Mu, although everything went smoothly without twists and turns, but in a few words, the law was preached on the way, and Song Ciwan at this time also gained a different kind of understanding.

It can be seen that people do not necessarily have to be adversity and turbulence to grow.

Or is it the state of being able to realize anytime and anywhere...... Is it some kind of manifestation of the Yuan Spirit Dao body?

Song Ciwan was thinking about it and preaching, although it was a sermon, it was not to teach any specific tricks, but a kind of understanding, a concept, which fit what she saw and felt at this moment.

It's a different kind of fate.

The new sprouts under the scorched trunk shook their heads and listened, unfolding the sprouts for a while, closing the spores for a while, and crooking their tender stalks for a while, as if they wanted to rub Song Ciwan's hand again.

One man and one tree gradually harmonize.

Song Ciwan turned his head to look at the sky in the distance, only to see that the sky at this time was blue and picturesque, and the noisy lightning strike ridge for countless years was rare and clean at this moment.

But in the distance, there was a faint thunderbolt that began to flicker slightly, as if there was a sign of gathering.

This is not to say that there is any wild thunder in the sky to be born to chase Song Ciwan, but although the thunder above Thunder Ridge was sucked away by Song Ciwan before, after all, thunder here is a natural phenomenon-

In other words, the thunder on the Thunder Strike Ridge is not a rootless thunder, but the terrain, geology, leylines, and vitality here are all special, which forms the 3,000-mile Lightning Strike Ridge, with continuous thunder day and night.

Even if Song Ciwan sucks away all these thunders for a while, it won't be long before the thunder on Thunder Strike Ridge will continue to be reborn.

And again, as before, chopping back and forth, year after year.

This is the magic of nature, the eternity of heaven and earth, beyond the reach of mortals, and the practitioners are on the road of pursuit.

It can be seen that cultivation is not really desireless, but the desires of the practitioner are more distant and grander!

Sitting and forgetting the Heart Sutra is not really to cultivate all thoughts, the so-called not having a thing, entering nothingness, is just because its thoughts are not in the red dust, but in the universe, in eternity!

Finally, half an hour after Song Ciwan preached, the young shoots under the scorched branches of Li Mu swayed the branches and leaves, and suddenly the leaves were covered with frost, and he actually entered a rare state of enlightenment.

And Song Ciwan himself, unconsciously, broke through his cultivation from the early stage of the god to the middle stage of the god transformation.

It's so natural, it comes naturally, without revealing a trace, without showing the slightest breath.

Song Ciwan stood there, in the eyes of others, she was still the martial artist who was born with three turns, her body was full of qi and blood, and she was as unfathomable as the abyss and the sea.

Who could see through that she was actually an immortal cultivator and had made a small breakthrough just now?

The corners of Song Ciwan's mouth sneered, his feet stepped on the void, the sea of clouds stepped on the waves, and he returned to the light gate of the previous spiritual secret realm.

Under the peak of the mountain where the light gate was located, the monks who had been watching the battle had not yet left.

It's not that you don't want to go, it's really the previous injury, and it's not so easy to recover. At the very least, half an hour wasn't enough time for everyone to recover enough to leave here and make the way back to the city.

In addition, there are a particularly miserable group of people, who are still lying on the ground unconscious and unable to wake up.

In order to watch the battle of Tianjiao on the spot, the price paid by the people under the mountain peak is not small.

Lian Jia got out from under her puppet cart and was peddling her healing elixir. She said that she was foaming at the mouth, and the sky was full of flowers, and she sold a lot of healing pills, and Yuanzhu received cramps in her hand.

So much so that later, everyone looked at her a little wrong.

Just when the atmosphere under the mountain peak was gradually becoming a little strange, Song Ci stepped on the sea of clouds at night, and actually came back from a distance.

The looming commotion under the mountain peaks suddenly subsided completely, and the atmosphere fell silent for a while.

Everyone either sat stiffly or stood still, and then, as before, they all raised their heads, stared, and looked at Song Ciwan who came back stupidly.

If the voice of someone at this time can be expressed in words, then this person must be screaming in horror in his heart: He is back, he is back, how is he back? Ahh......hh

There is no kind of monk's demeanor.

If the situation allows, people will be able to cry more fiercely than the old hen that has just laid eggs.

Although Song Ciwan couldn't hear people's voices, the scales beside her appeared on the side, and a mass of human desire swooped down like a storm.

She doesn't have to listen directly to people's hearts, she can also know the excitement of everyone at this moment.

[Human desire, the panic, horror, and fear of the immortal cultivators in the early stage of the transformation of the gods, three catties and nine taels, can be sold. 】

[Human desire, the panic, fear, and suspicion of immortal cultivators in the middle stage of the transformation of the gods, four catties and six taels, can be sold. 】

[Human desire, the horror, doubt, and sorrow of the congenital three-turn martial artist, four catties and two taels, can be sold. 】

[Human desire, the panic, doubt, panic of immortal cultivators during the Qi cultivation period......]

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There are many desires, and the total number is twenty or thirty regiments.

Half of the providers of these desires are immortal cultivators in the Transformation Stage and innate three-turn martial artists, after all, those whose cultivation is too low are still far away and haven't had time to rush over.

Most of them were monks who had been discussing with Ye Sheng in the Fenghua Building, and these monks came from all over Yuzhou, and they were geniuses of various families.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to gather so many incarnation stages and innate three turns in just one bluestone city.

As for the monks who said that the Qi cultivation period and the innate second turn, there were also monks, and most of these people came in Lianjia's puppet car. Now here can be regarded as making up a number for Song Ciwan and accumulating more human desires, which is not harmful to her.

This time, Song Ci killed a horse pistol in the evening, and although he received a lot of human desire, in terms of weight, it was actually weak.

After all, none of these twenty or thirty groups of people wanted more than five catties.

But before, when Song Ciwan fought with Ye Sheng, among the many desires he received, there were quite a few groups of outstanding weight.

I won't go into detail before, because of the fierce battle, Song Ciwan himself has no time to be distracted to watch.

And at this moment, while collecting the human desires of everyone under the peak, Song Ciwan sorted out the previous harvest again, only feeling that it was full of money, but it gave birth to an extraordinarily pleasant feeling.

As a result, everyone at the foot of the mountain could only watch the black-clothed young man who had gone and returned standing silently on the peak.

Seeing that he lowered his eyes and pondered, he didn't know what he was thinking.

And the people trembled more and more, and their hearts were full of anxiety, and their torments were unspeakable.