When Mu Mu and the master woke up, Li Ye had already cooked the porridge and put some mushroom crumbles on it, which was faintly fragrant.

Looking at the snowfall and snow all over the ground, Mu Mu was very happy, took the master's hand and ran out of the cave, so frightened that Bai Susu hugged her tightly.

He gently reproached: "I said, you are not allowed to run around on the edge of the cliff on a snowy day, if you want to play for a while, after breakfast, ask my brother to lead you to the edge of the forest to play." ”

A gust of wind and snow rolled up the snow particles on the ground, and Bai Susu wrapped Mu Mu into the wooden house.

Looking at Mr. and Li Ye in a daze, he remembered that his master and apprentice were indeed a little wild.

Laughing lightly, he pointed at Mu Mu and said, "This little guy is not honest and wants to go wild in the snow, so let me bring it in." A few feet outside this house is a cliff, what can she deal with now, what if she falls?"

"Mu Mu wants to go crazy, and after breakfast, let my brother accompany you to build a snowman on the edge of the forest. ”

Mu Mu woke up this morning, and she wore a fur vest over her white skirt, which was very cute. She pouted, ran to Li Ye's side, and shouted, "Brother, hurry up and bring some porridge and take me to play after eating." ”

Mr. looked at Li Ye's embarrassed appearance, and couldn't help but smile: "Proper fun does not affect cultivation, isn't there a saying: If you want to learn poetry, work outside poetry!"

You think that practicing swords on bamboo leaves is an insurmountable peak, like a few high walls in front of you, hating yourself for not understanding deeply, longing for it and out of reach.

It must be known that practicing and writing poetry are the same, as high as Li Bai Dufu, and it can only be said that they have reached the door of the high wall, and as for the poems of other so-called poets and lyricists, it is not worth mentioning.

If you really want to learn to write poetry, not only the words and sentences, but also have a deeper knowledge, and the work of composing poetry lies in the experience outside the poem.

Should your swordsmanship also be experienced outside of cultivation? Just like the moment you just now, did you deliberately go to the branches of a tree to swing that sword?

I believe that if you swing another sword now, maybe it will not be as good as the sword of Shicai.

Entering the foundation building realm is only the beginning of your cultivation path, you can only begin to feel the breath between heaven and earth, and only when you enter the Jindan cultivator can you integrate your consciousness with the vitality of heaven and earth, and then you must retain your own existence and the essence of heaven and earth as one.

At what point will you understand that you should not only understand the laws of the flow of heaven and earth on the surface, but also grasp this rule in essence, use the origin of heaven and earth for your use, and fundamentally understand what is the origin of heaven and earth.

At that time, you will also be a baby.

Bai Susu looked at Li Ye wearing a thin robe, a little worried. "I remember that Sir made a robe out of animal skin, why don't you put it on, it's freezing this day. ”

Li Ye glanced at Bai Susu, then at Mu Mu, and replied softly: "Mr. taught me that if I want to become a talent, I should work my muscles and bones, and starve my body and skin. ”

"These little wind and snow can't affect my Dao heart, let alone become a barrier outside my Dao heart. "Although Li Ye's body is thin, his cultivation heart is unusually resolute.

The gentleman nodded in approval and replied, "Even so, as long as your Dao heart is tenacious and not affected by the outside Dao, your future cultivation path will be much smoother, and you don't need to overcome chaotic demonic obstacles. ”

Mu Mu looked at the conversation between the three of them, and couldn't help it for a long time, so he took Li Ye's hand and said, "Hurry up brother, go to the edge of the forest to build a snowman, Mr. and Master are afraid of the cold, let them stay in the house." ”

Bai Susu and Mr. Mu were both laughed at, Li Ye put on his boots, took Mu Mu's hand, lifted the curtain, and plunged into the snowstorm.

Li Ye is a person who likes to be clean, even in this snowstorm, and Mu Mu didn't care about this, grabbed some snow from the ground, threw it on him in a ball in his hand, and giggled while giggling.

Seeing Mu Mu's innocent face, she had no choice but to follow her temperament, she also grabbed a ball of snow on the ground and gently threw it on Mu Mu, reminding her from time to time not to fall.

Seeing that his brother was not playing seriously, Mu Mu stopped playing after throwing it for a while. Squatted down and rolled a snowball on the ground, Li Ye also came over to help her, and after a while, the two rolled a big snowball. The two of them slapped the snowball with their palms to make it stronger, and then they stood it up and made the body of a snowman.

Li Ye continued to slap the snowball with his hand, trying to make it roughly humanoid. Mu Mu continued to roll snowballs on the ground, and she wanted to roll out another one to make the big head of the snowman.

Li Ye, who had taken a good picture of the human form, came to help her roll, and the two of them jointly lifted the snowball and piled it on the snowman that had been built before, and Li Ye slapped it with his palm, trying to pile up a complete human form. Mu Mu rolled the snowball for a while, gasping for breath, and stayed quietly on the side to watch Li Ye trim.

A small face was red from the wind and snow, showing a pink smile, reminding Li Ye from time to time to add some snow to his arm, and he had to go with him to the fire where he usually barbecued meat to dig out a few pieces of unburned charcoal, and throw them at Li Ye's feet to make the eyes of a snowman.

Li Ye went to the forest again to pick up two pine branches and used them to make snowman hands. In the end, it was the snowman's mouth that stumped the two, Li Ye said that if it didn't work, just use charcoal, Mu Mu disagreed, and said: "Obviously, people's mouths are red, how can there be black mouths?"

It's just that where on this mountain to find a carrot to make a snowman's mouth. In the end, the other man compromised and used some crushed charcoal to press the snowman, and the fist was that the snowman's teeth were black.

Patting the snow on his hands, Li Ye turned around and wanted to go back to the wooden house, but saw Mu Mu plucking the branch inserted in the snowman, holding it in his hand and sharpening it with a knife. couldn't help but ask her, "Mu Mu, what are you doing?"

"You're so ugly that you're dead, I'll sharpen a sword for him and let him stand here and chop the snowflakes. Mu Mu pouted and let out a hot breath. With a wave of his hand, a shaved branch was inserted into the snowman's hand.

Li Ye was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a soft sound of snow being pierced by branches on the snowman's body.

Holding Mu Mu's little hand above, the two stepped on the thick snow and returned to the wooden house.

Mu Mu's small mouth exhaled hot breath and shouted cold death with his little hands, and threw himself into Bai Susu's arms.

Li Ye sat opposite Mr., who was cutting the hemlock wood of the Tianshan Mountains with a black knife in his hand, which looked similar to the Shura knife in Mr. 's hand, but it was one size smaller, and the blade was only two feet long.

Mr. Sheng was very careful with each knife, and the force was not heavy, as if he was going to cut off the wooden knife that was about to be formed with some more strength.

Li Yexuan stared at his husband's hand, but his mind flew into the snowstorm.

He heard the sound of the murmuring of water at the mouth of the cave, and the crisp sound of the mountain stream that had not yet fallen into the cliff turned into ice and shattered under the cliff.

He heard the sound of the morning ice flakes that had been cut from the branches of the cedar trees falling from the pine needles and falling on the snow because the snow was too thick to weigh it.

He heard the sound of a hare gently gnawing on the grass in the woods, which had not yet been completely covered by the snow, and the sound of a snow leopard stomping on the snow a few miles away on the slope.

The fire in the stove was burning, and the water in the kettle was steaming out.

It is a very painful thing for a cultivator to break through the realm, and sometimes after years of hard work, he may not be able to break through the realm, just like Li Hongsleeve before.

Sometimes breaking the realm is a very simple thing, just like the former Li Ye went from gathering qi to building the foundation in one go, and he didn't feel the stagnation of breaking through the second realm at all.

The wind and snow outside the house were flying all over the sky, but it couldn't affect Li Ye's state of mind at the moment.

Mr. said that after cultivating the Jindan realm, the cultivator will cultivate his divine consciousness, so that he can feel the qi connection of heaven and earth, experience the origin of heaven and earth, and become one with heaven and earth.

And at this moment, Li Ye actually felt the endless breath between heaven and earth, as if he was about to merge with it in a moment.

Mr. looked at his appearance, picked up the kettle in front of him, poured the boiling water into the purple clay pot, looked at Li Ye and said, "The tea I made is ready!"

Suddenly hearing Mr. speak, Li Ye, who was outside the wandering object, came back to his senses, looked at the tea that Mr. poured in the cup, and replied softly: "Sir, I'm all right too!"

The scriptures on the stone wall behind the house have been integrated with the ice and snow in the sky, and at the moment when Li Ye finished speaking, he only heard a broken sound, and the ice on one wall broke apart and fell on the snow behind the house, revealing the solemn "Dizang Sutra" on the wall, and there was a gentle Buddha name swirling around......

"Sir, I hear the sound of ice outside the cave falling on a mountain stream. Li Ye took the tea poured by Mr. and said softly, as if it had nothing to do with him.

Mu Mu tilted his head, thought about it, and shouted, "This, I could have heard it a long time ago?"

Mr. Bai Suhe was taken aback, Mu Mu had long been in the Jindan Realm, and it was extremely normal to cultivate his divine sense. And Li Yecai built a sevenfold foundation, and actually cultivated his divine sense. This was far beyond the common sense of a cultivator, and both of them froze.

Both of them are great cultivators, and they know very well the premise of cultivating divine consciousness, but they never expected that Li Ye would not only easily break through the realm, but also cultivate divine consciousness.

Mr. looked at the steaming tea in the cup and looked at Li Ye: "Are you seven-fold?"

Li Ye thought about it, and the snow leopard on the grassy slope was about three miles away from here, so he replied to Mr.: "Just now, I seemed to see a snow leopard walking on the slope two miles away from the woods. ”

Mr. Bai Susuhe was shocked again, as we all know, ordinary cultivators can only reach a distance of fifty to one hundred zhang at most when they first enter the divine consciousness.

The gentleman looked at Li Ye and smiled, and said softly, "Now close your eyes and try to write a scripture on the bamboo leaves." ”

As soon as Li Ye heard what Mr. said, he took out a bamboo leaf from the bag behind him, took the wooden sword, closed his eyes, concentrated, and emptied his mind......