There is a nonsense truth in the world: there is something, and there is nothing. In the secular world, the standard for whether there is something is very simple: there are things that can be seen such as mountains, things that can be heard such as sound, and things that can be touched such as fire, but if you can't see, hear, or touch, then naturally there is none.

This criterion does not apply to the world of cultivation, those breaths or vitality that permeate the heavens and the earth, those mental powers that cause the vibrations of the vitality through the light music of the qi sea and snow-capped mountains, cannot be perceived by ordinary people, they can't see, hear, or touch the breath of heaven and earth and the spiritual power of cultivators, but it doesn't mean that this kind of thing doesn't exist.

The first realm, also known as the first acquaintance, refers to the cultivator's mind from the Qi Sea and Snow Mountain, and the existence of the breath of heaven and earth. Perception refers to the fact that after a practitioner first understands the breath of heaven and earth, he can still live in harmony with it, and even engage in some sensory communication, and these two initial realms are collectively referred to as the virtual realm.

Whether or not an ordinary person can embark on the path of cultivation can be judged in the simplest way through the above discussion: if he can see, hear, or touch the breath or mind of heaven and earth, then he is really on the path.

Ning Que looked at his slightly trembling fingers in a daze, looked at the thin gap between his fingertips and the wet towel, looked at the steaming heat, and knew that what he felt was not these heats, but something else.

This feeling is not accurate to describe in terms of touch, but more like a perception.

There is spirit in the human brain, and the spirit produces thoughts, and thoughts are thoughts, and thoughts are good thoughts, good thoughts, good thoughts, good thoughts, good thoughts, good thoughts......, good thoughts, thoughts, thoughts, There is a certain subtle power that arises from such appearances, that is, the power of thought.

Ning Que was seriously injured at this time, tired and empty, and there was no distraction in his mind, only one thought, he wanted to pick up the steaming wet towel and wipe his body well.

It seemed that the breath that was circulating in heaven and earth, this time finally understood his thoughts, felt the power of his thoughts, seeped out from the eaves, from the cracks in the windows, from the quilts, from every drop of sweat, and gathered in front of his fingers with a "speed" beyond the scope of speed, and landed on the wet and hot towel.

There was a dead silence in the room, Ning Que looked at his fingers like the famous girl of the Moon Wheel Country, didn't dare to breathe, didn't dare to blink, and used all his strength to ensure that the trembling fingers did not shake into afterimages, and maintained this posture with unprecedented caution, like a frozen quail.

After a long time, he raised his eyebrows very slowly, tilted his head slightly as if in slow motion, looked at his fingertips in disbelief and anxiety, and then slowly closed his eyes, forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart, and began to meditate.

Many years ago, I got the book of Taishang Induction in Kaiping Market, and since then Ning Que has been meditating all the time, meditating before going to bed, and meditating in a daze after getting up, gambling to win three bowls of rice wine, and not forgetting to meditate while being happy, and meditating after jumping into the lake after being covered in blood, although it is sad that he has never perceived the vitality flowing between heaven and earth, but the proficiency of entering the meditation state is definitely the top in the world.

All thoughts are empty.

Stick to your heart.

Driven by will.

Ning Que, who had been in this world for sixteen years, had no idea about the Qi Sea and Snow Mountains in his body, and had been destroyed countless times of hope, finally heard or felt the long and calm breath for the first time, which was the breath of heaven and earth.

He dared to swear in the honor of his mother, who loved him the most in the General's Mansion, and although the sound of this long and calm breath was slight, it was definitely the most beautiful sound he had ever heard, more beautiful than the sound of the horse thief falling from his mount in Subi Lake, more beautiful than the sound of Zhang Yijing staring at his eyes and struggling and bounced, and even more beautiful than the sound of silver blooming in the money bag.

Between the long and calm breathing, there are green leaves stretching, bright flowers blooming, hundreds of birds chirping, towering mountains, flowing water, there are state head nanzi falling, there are hundreds of books fighting for the rush, there is the thickness of the earth, there is the quiet distance of the sky.

Ning Que didn't know what words to use to describe the beauty of the breath of heaven and earth, thinking about it, only the faint breathing sound he heard back then could be compared to Qiu - that year, he picked up the frozen bruised little Sangsang in the pile of dead bodies beside the road, he undressed and held the little baby girl in his arms for a whole day and a night, and finally heard the faint breathing.

At this moment, he finally vaguely remembered the sounds he heard when he was unconscious in the long street, and understood the meaning of those sounds—the breath that came from the stone pillars of the horse-tied horses on the side of the street and the guise of the wine shop. Those from the deep courtyard of the ancient acacia, the respite of the green leaves under the seat...... Those from the stone lion wooden building, the street palace and the city wall breathe, are all the life of heaven and earth to give them.

What he heard in his ears was a calm and long breath from ancient times that would inevitably lead to the future, and what his fingers touched was not a physical object but could be sure that it was actually there, the doors and windows of the room were closed, but there were soft fluctuations like the wind slowly swirling around him, no, this fluctuation was more dignified than the wind, more gentle as the clear water of a still pool, but lighter than the water.

Finally determined what he perceived, he could no longer suppress the emotions gushing out from the depths of his heart, woke up, looked at the scrolls he wrote on the wall of the room, looked at the simple patterns of beams and columns, his eyes were full of excitement, and there was an extremely complicated emotion, he felt that although the doors and windows in front of him were closed, he seemed to be able to see the gray wall and the row of green trees in Lane 47, he knew that the world in front of him seemed to be no different from the world before, but after today, this world would be for him Ning Que...... It's bound to be different.

Stretching out his fingers, which were still trembling slightly, aimed at the bean-like candle flame on the table, Ning Que inhaled slowly, urging his mind to enter the Qi Sea Snow Mountain, and then it took a long, long time before it was slowly released.

The candle flame on the table flickered, and he didn't know if it was the wind, his fingers, or his distraction.

"Over...... Is it the Heaven and Earth Vitality?"

He looked at his fingertips and didn't see anything, but he could feel that there was an extremely thin layer of storage there, and muttered to himself, and then he added in a deep voice: "This is the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi!"

The young and immature face was full of determination and affirmation, without any wavering and self-doubt.

He didn't care about grabbing a single coat and draping it on his body, and didn't put his shoes upside down, because he didn't wear shoes at all, Ning Que jumped out of bed violently, his legs were weak and he almost fell, and he forcibly ran out of the house, knocked over the bucket next to the bed, and hit his waist hard by the corner of the table, but the young man who was about to faint from the impact of a huge sense of happiness didn't feel pain at all.

Pushing open the room, rushing into the small courtyard, standing in front of Sang Sang, who was chopping wood, he looked at the little maid with a small body, opened his mouth to say something, but found that his voice was a little hoarse, and he was about to speak.

Sang Sang glanced at him suspiciously, and found that the expression on his face was extremely strange, as if he was crying and laughing.

"Young master, are you alright?"

She stood up and raised her arms on tiptoe, wondering if Ning Que was covered with a fever, and the fever was a little confused, but she found that she could actually touch the top of his head on tiptoe now, and couldn't help laughing happily.

Ning Que stretched out his right hand and grabbed her thin arm, hugged her small body into his arms hard, and took it to his chest, just like many years ago, and muttered: "You are alive and well, I am ...... now It's also good. ”

After Chai Dao fled Chang'an City when he saw blood, he didn't cry for many years, and he still hasn't shed tears today, but for some reason, he felt that his eyes were a little hot and moist, and his nose was a little sour.

Sang Sang raised her head with difficulty, looking at the faint wetness in Ning Que's eyes, startled, and then she guessed something, her little face was full of shock, and two lines of tears flowed out of Liu Ye's eyes.

Speechless condensation is definitely not enough to vent the feelings of the master and servant at this moment.

Sang Sang stretched out his thin arms, hugged Ning Que's waist hard, and cried out in pain: "Woo...... This is a great event, young master, you can eat a few more pieces of duck meat in the evening. ”

At the end of the hug, the two separated some distance, Ning Que looked down at the tears on the little maid's dark face, her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't say it after all.

Sang Sang immediately understood what he meant, lowered his head in shame, raised his sleeve to wipe away his tears, and whispered while sobbing: "I...... I'm going to order the takeaway of Songhelou, six taels of silver. ”

"That's pretty much it. Ning Que rubbed her head dotingly.

Sang Sang entered the house and opened the box to take out the silver, hurriedly ran to the shop, suddenly thought of something, slowly stopped in front of the door, looked back at him, bit his lip, and said very seriously: "Young master, go out later...... To do these dangerous things, you must remember to take me with you, and it will be uncomfortable to wait for you in the shop. ”

Ning Que looked at her quietly, then nodded vigorously, and said, "Don't worry, this kind of thing will never happen again in the future, at least within this year, I won't do anything again, you don't have to worry." ”

The old pen shop closes early.

The small wooden sign on the shop originally wrote that the owner had something, but it was changed to the owner in the shortest possible time.

Since it is a happy event, it is naturally indispensable to drink to help the fun, the master and servant two extravagantly ate the banquet of six taels of silver in the Songhe Tower, and drank two large pots of wine, I don't know if it is because I am too happy, or I feel distressed that I have eaten so much money for a meal, and the amount of alcohol is amazing, and Sangsang, who has never been drunk, is extremely rare drunk today.

Ning Que looked at the little maid who was drunk on the table, scratched the lamb in surprise, and thought to himself, I am not drunk yet, why did you get drunk first?

Carrying Sangsang back to the room, covering a single quilt, Ning Que sat on the edge of the bed and took a round pu fan to fan her, and at the same time drove away those annoying mosquitoes, Sangsang has been serving him all these years, he has rarely done these things, but after all, he has done it too many times when he was a child, so he is very proficient.

The great sense of happiness and excitement gradually calmed down between the shaking of the round fan, and he began to silently think about what happened to him, and his eyes subconsciously fell on the big black umbrella next to Zasang's face.

(This is the night so far, I feel the most wonderful love sheep when I write, writing a story is really hard, but I can earn a lot of money, I am very happy, but I can't replace it, I wrote this huge sense of happiness, this is probably the true meaning of this plot, Heshi, sour again, but no way, Ning Que's nose is sour, and I am sour when I write.)