"Occasionally come to learn the silk of the tree, and strive to be a bird and cry flowers. Looking back at the Cangshan pine, I was shocked to find that it was a hundred years old......"

The green pines are verdant, and the vegetation is lush.

A gravel-slabbed trail branched off from the riverside road and down to a low hill across the river.

The old man led the way, and the two crossed the river along the path.

He carried the rod on his shoulder, his right hand on top of it, and his left hand behind him. Walking steadily, like an old turtle, marching unhurriedly, while singing loudly.

The broken gong voice sounds incomplete, but the old man uses his rich life experience as a precipitation, and his ordinary singing voice has a different artistic conception.

Ling Xiang followed the old man to the foot of the low mountain.

There are seven or eight families here, all of whom live against the back of a low mountain.

It was autumn, and the occasional cool breeze blew through the pine waves on the low hills, and smoke rose from the roof of one of the houses, which soon dispersed with the wind.

Three or five children were playing a game of throwing stones in the open space, and from time to time there were a few laughs.

A peaceful and tranquil little village with a sense of paradise.

"Old man ram, didn't you catch a fish again?" When a few naughty boys with upturned buns saw the old man coming back, they immediately ran over and probed their brains around the old man, smiling hippie.

"I caught a big fish today!" The old man stroked his beard and smiled.

The benevolent face is like that of Maitreya Buddha, which is very contagious.

"Oh, grandpa, you're a liar."

"It's just, I haven't seen you catch a fish since I've grown up."

The little ones obviously didn't understand what he said, but they thought that the old man was playing with them again, as usual.

"Haha, a few small radish heads, like diced beans, still grow so big...... You've all eaten the fish I caught before, old man, and you forgot about it so quickly? The old man laughed.

Ling Xiang stood beside and watched this scene, and suddenly there was some envy in his eyes.

She misses the old man in Baishan Village.

Like the old man in front of him, he was also a very kind elder.

"Huh? Grandpa Ram, who is she? A child pointed at Ling Xiang and asked.

"She's ......"

The old man glanced at Ling Xiang with a smile, "She is the little apprentice that Grandpa picked up from outside, will you take her to play with you in the future?" ”

"What is an apprentice?"

"The apprentice is the ......"

The old man was about to explain, when a woodcutter carrying firewood suddenly came out of the dense forest behind him and scolded a few naughty boys: "Xiaozheng, Erhu, how many of you are naughty with the old man again, aren't you?" ”

Seeing this, several children hurriedly scattered birds and beasts, and did not dare to entangle the old man anymore.

"Children are just playing, why are you scaring them?" The old man looked at the woodcutter, dissatisfied that he had scared the little urchins away.

"A few little bastards don't know the severity, aren't they afraid that they will bump into you, old man."

The woodcutter was a sturdy man, tall and large, with a beard on his face and muscles on his arms as powerful as a dragon.

He came to Ling Xiang and the old man with two bundles of firewood, and after putting the firewood on the ground, he picked up the placket of his clothes and wiped the sweat on his face, and looked at Ling Xiang with his eyes, quite surprised.

"This girl ......"

"I met her fishing by the river, and I saw that she had a bit of spirituality, so I picked it up." The old man said with a smile.

When the woodcutter heard this, he looked at Ling Xiang with even more surprise in his eyes.

"Old man, are you going to pass on the mantle?"

"Hehe, I'm a bad old man, where is the mantle? It's just picking up someone to send me to death. When the old man spoke, his eyes fell on Ling Xiang's body, which was very kind.

But the woodcutter said disapprovingly, as if he had heard some joke, "Don't tease me, old man, for when I was three years old, you looked like this." Now that my sons are five years old, you are still so tough.

If you want me to see, an old immortal like you, I'm afraid that only you have the share of sending others to the end, where can someone else send you? ”

"People always die, I am not an immortal, how can I be alone?" The old man stroked his beard and shook his head, looking at life and death very calmly.

He took Ling Xiang's hand, stopped talking to the woodcutter, and walked towards the back of the village.

The woodcutter looked at the old and young figure, and couldn't help but mutter, "Is it really the end?" It's a pity that the two evil seeds in the family are close to the water, but they don't have this blessing. ”

……

The old man's dwelling was on a low hill behind the village.

It is an ordinary thatched house, but it is accompanied by green bamboo, pines and cypresses, and it looks like it has a bit of charm.

There was a spring on the side of the house, and the amount of water produced was so small that it could barely accumulate a small pool, and it could not form a stream.

In front of the thatched house, there is also a vegetable field that has been cultivated by the old man.

Coincidentally, what is now planted in the vegetable field is "Woong", but Zhongzhou calls it "cabbage".

"Little cabbage, put the bamboo basket at the door and go make a fire to cook rice." The old man put the fishing rod under the eaves of the thatched hut and casually commanded Ling Xiang.

Ling Xiang, who was rumbling in his stomach, was looking at the cabbage in the vegetable field and swallowing saliva, and when he heard the old man's words, he didn't even react that he was calling himself.

Until the old man knocked a walnut on her head—

"Oops!"

Ling Xiang exclaimed in pain, his eyebrows suddenly wrinkled, and his eyes were teary.

"If you want to learn to practice with me, but you don't give me a tie, then of course you have to work to pay off your debts. Go and make a fire, you're not hungry, old man, I'm still hungry. The old man blew his beard and glared, very dissatisfied with Ling Xiang's unconsciousness.

"Oh!"

Ling Xiang pursed his mouth, "I didn't know that Master, you were calling me." ”

Her big name is Ling Xiang, and her nickname is Nannan, when did she have the title of "little cabbage"?

Ling Xiang sneered silently.

On the way back from the river, the old man asked her a lot of things, but she only knew the other party's name - Ram Yongming.

The other party didn't ask her if she wanted to, and directly asked her to call Master.

It's very straightforward.

Coming back all the way, there is more and more of a feeling that I have been deceived on the thief ship......

Ling Xiang wrinkled his little nose, the old man's gestures when he was fishing by the river were all the image of a worldly master, wouldn't it be pretending?

With three points of suspicion, according to the instructions of the other party, she went to the back of the hut to bring dry wood and weeds for the fire, and went into the house to start a fire on the earthen stove.

Cooking is not difficult for her.

She had already learned it when she lived with her brother before, but the craft was very ordinary.

But the family is so poor that they can't even put more salt in the food.

In comparison, no matter how good the craftsmanship is, it is not very useful, and it is not too exquisite.

……

This was Ling Xiang's first full meal in several days.

Half an hour later, Ling Xiang, who was well-fed, did not need to be urged by Ram Yongming, and took the initiative to go back to the stove with the dishes and chopsticks to brush the pot and wash the dishes.

After sprinkling and sweeping, she picked up the wooden pier in front of the stove and sat down next to the old man's rocking chair.

Holding their chins with their hands, they quietly looked at each other.

She didn't say anything, but she seemed to have said everything.

The old man who was squinting and resting opened a slit slightly, glanced at Ling Xiang, who was looking at him, and said leisurely: "You said that you can't sense the wheel of life, so do you know what cultivation is?" What exactly are you cultivating? ”

"Of course, it's the secret realm of cultivating the human body." Ling Xiang replied.

"What is the secret realm of the human body?"

"It's physical potential. The difference between a monk and a mortal is that a monk can master and use his body more thoroughly. Mortals need to eat and drink, but monks basically don't need it, and they can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for their own use.

In this process, the practice of constantly opening up the secret realm in the body, discovering and mastering the true 'self', and inspiring a stronger life. ”

Ling Xiang finished answering smoothly.

The bright eyes revealed a touch of grace and quietness, and he sat squarely on the wooden pier, waiting for the ram Yongming's evaluation of his answer.

I didn't think that the ram Yongming looked sideways again and again, and looked at her up and down a few times in surprise.

"Didn't you say you only learned some fur from your brother?"

With such a level of cognitive understanding, it is almost possible to go to some small sects to serve as a teacher for new disciples.

Ling Xiang nodded innocently: "Yes, my brother went to cultivate with the elders, and when he came back, he would repeat to me what the elders said, and then I would remember it." ”

"Just say it once and remember it?" The old man was surprised again.

"What if it weren't?" Ling Xiang looked right.

She didn't find it so esoteric and complicated.

When she was in the small world of the ancient temple, in terms of cultivation theory understanding, even her brother Ling Su couldn't compare to her.

However, Ling Xiang obviously didn't know how lethal such a thing would be from the mouth of a six-year-old child.

The ram Yongming was silent in place.

He suddenly wondered if he had really caught a big fish.

……

Seeing that he didn't speak, Ling Xiang couldn't help but cautiously ask, "Master, is there something wrong with what I said?" ”

Without waiting for Ram Yongming to answer, Ling Xiang frowned again and said to himself: "No, my brother obviously said that, I am not mistaken, could it be that my brother is wrong?" ”

When the ram Yongming heard this, his hand shaking his beard shook violently, and he almost pulled off a handful of white beards.

Good guy, the little girl is so confident in her memory?

Don't doubt yourself, doubt your brother?

His eyes widened, and he stopped talking.

After thinking for a while, Ram Yongming felt that he could no longer teach Ling Xiang from the most basic things like this.

Gotta a little intensity!

Soon, he said in a deep voice: "You didn't say anything wrong, but what you just answered was only the most superficial answer. ”

He picked up the tattered pu fan in his hand and gently fanned it towards Ling Xiang.

A gentle breeze blows on your face.

"What do you feel?"

"Wind?" Ling Xiang blinked.

"No, it's the flow of 'qi'."

"Gas?"

"Yes, it's 'qi'."

The old man shook his fan and said, "Cultivation is like fanning the wind just now."

It seems that I fanned a gust of wind, but in fact, I just sent a part of my own power to your face through the flow of 'qi', and this power made you feel cool.

It looks like a 'breeze blowing on your face', but in fact, my power is transformed into something that you can perceive through the action of fanning. ”

Speaking of this, Ram Yongming picked up the teacup on the small table and spilled it into the air in front of him.

Wow!

There was an extra puddle of water on the dirt floor.

He looked at Ling Xiang and asked, "Do you understand?" ”

Ling Xiang stared at the water stains on the ground, then looked at the old man's hand holding the teacup, and blinked: "Understand, it is to take the invisible 'power' in the body and make it 'visible' in some way."

It's not water that makes the soil moist, it's the power of splashing water on your hands, Master. ”

“……”

Ram Yongming's expression froze, and he was silent again.

He just demonstrated it again!!

I was about to give another example to make it easier for Ling Xiang to understand, but when I asked casually, they had already summarized the answers.

How is this taught?

……

After another deep groan, Ram Yongming suppressed the surprise in his eyes, and said without changing his face: "The son can be taught." The so-called practice means that whether it is water or wind, they are ......"

"Ah, Master, I see!" Before the old man finished speaking, Ling Xiang suddenly clapped his hands and suddenly realized.

Ram Yongming's mouth froze, and he was immediately a little messy.

No, what do you understand?

I'm just starting to talk!

But he saw Ling Xiang's eyebrows fluttering: "If you think of the water that I just spilled out as myself, then I got 'power' from you, Master, and then flew out of the cup and landed on the ground, making the soil wet."

This process is a kind of demonstration of strength after the practice.

And the process of 'water' getting strength from you, Master, represents spiritual practice.

It's just that water and wind are both passively acquired forces, and unlike us, we actively acquire this power.

Perceive the wheel of life, open up the sea of suffering, open up the secret realm of the human body, and transform the aura of heaven and earth into the essence of life...... All of this is for the purpose of obtaining power from heaven and earth that can be turned into one's own use.

This act is practice.

Maybe the cultivation method of the secret realm of the human body is not the only one, and there may be new cultivation methods in the future, but the avenue is the same way, and the essence is to obtain power from heaven and earth. Isn't that right, Master? ”

Ram Yongming: "......"

He didn't know if it was right or not, he only knew that this cheap disciple probably couldn't teach it himself.

At least in terms of the theoretical cognition of cultivation, with his own understanding, he is far from being able to catch up with Ling Xiang.

She's only six years old!

Ram Yongming looked at Ling Xiang with a complicated expression.

……

"Master, why don't you speak?"

After Ling Xiang finished chattering, he found that the old man was silent, and couldn't help but ask.

"You understand it very well, I'm just thinking about how I'm going to teach you next." The ram Yongming came back to his senses, his face became ancient, but his tone was dry, and he was faintly lonely.

Although Ling Xiang was curious about why the old man had such a tone, he didn't think much about it.

She asked, "Master, those people say that my qualifications are very poor, but isn't it that as long as I can borrow enough 'Heaven and Earth Power', I can also become very powerful?" ”

Ling Xiang's eyes were full of hope.

"Theoretically, yes."

"Throughout the ages, there have been some characters who have reached the top of their mortal bodies. It's just that the efforts to be made during this period can be described as extremely difficult. The ram's eyes became a little deeper, as if he was recalling something.

"I'm not afraid of difficulties." Ling Xiang hurriedly emphasized.

She is only afraid that when her brother stands up to the sky and the earth in the future, she can only look at it from afar.

is even more afraid that one day in the future, after she reunites with her brother, there will be forces like the Feather God Dynasty to forcibly take away her brother, but she can only cry powerlessly.