The mountains and rivers are empty, and the falling flowers and wind and rain hurt the spring even more. ”

In April, the breeze is lightly blowing, the flowing water is murmuring, the pear blossoms and peach blossoms compete for beauty, the flowers are blooming, the fragrant flowers are fluttering, the ducks know the water heating, the birds are crying in the air, the horses are herding outside the plug, the wind is in full bloom, all the prosperity and grandeur of the scene, the spring is strong.

The rain is misty, the clouds are around, the sky is confused, the wind is blowing, and the air is cold and shivering.

Looking at the great rivers and mountains, the people are empty, thinking in vain, the flowers fall, the wind and rain blow down the prosperity, and the spring is fleeting.

Feng Jia Lun took an umbrella and walked in small steps, the rain could not fall on him, and a foot away, the rain turned into mist and scattered in the heavens and the earth.

Outside the body, the qi is formed, umbrella-shaped, blue, the aura is boiling, the water melts into gas, and the white mist is white.

Those who are angry can be as cold as ice and can be boiling like fire.

The wind blows, immobile like a mountain, and the copper wall is ironclad.

Royal air, air like the wind, moving with the wind, moving can be static, reciprocating, self-circulation, moving still.

The air umbrella, the aura rotates itself, and it does not move.

Nine qi veins, absorbing qi, storing qi, gathering qi, bursting qi, endlessly.

Feng Jia is thorough, practice, not in a hurry, walk slowly, and insight.

Yin Yang Tower, seven layers of glaze, bathed in wind and rain, standing tall and new.

Huo Wu hit the umbrella and followed behind Feng Jialun, his eyes were surprised, he pursed his lips, and pinched his chin with his hand, puzzled.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the showers first stopped, and the wind stopped and the clouds dispersed.

The water is shining and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. ”

The sun is shining, the water is rippling, the waves are sparkling, and the scenery is just right.

The dew is not dry, the mountains are hazy, overcast and foggy, and the scenery is strange in the rainy season.

Feng Jialun took out the Pisces spirit card, black and white rain, shining in the sun.

Ghost Pot Mountain, after the new rain in the empty mountain, the sun flashes at a glance, after the Yin and Yang Tower, the double fish beats, one white and one black, the landscape is picturesque.

Pisces jumping, white mist, black mist, charming eyes, confused, uncertain, confused, at first loss.

Time and space are out of order, the years change, Feng Jialun is surrounded by double fish, as if walking into a mirror world, reflecting the heavens, the sun, the moon and the stars, the mountains and rivers, one by one, and then fragmented, time whirlpool, space stacked.

In front of me, a gate of creation, one white and one black, closed, thirty-three layers of white jade stairs, alchemy pavilion.

Right now, the empty abyss, with no end in sight, staring, dazzling, and frightened.

Feng Jialun raised his feet blankly and stepped on the white jade ladder, not looking back, not looking down, only moving forward.

"You're coming, come in. ”

An old voice resounded in Feng Jialun's ears, he followed the sound up the steps, pushed open the black and white door, into the eyes, the Dan room, the white mist was filled, a gilded Dan furnace, a three-color flame, white smoke from the mouth of the furnace, there was a boy and a girl fanning the wind, the walls on both sides, there were five-colored gourds, gold, wood, water, fire and earth, and five elements of pills.

Feng Jialun's eyes were blank, and in front of him, an old man, with a childish face and crane hair, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a yellow robe, a white dust, and a fairy wind bone.

He was about six feet seven tall, with a kind face and a smile, looking at Feng Jialun.

My name, Dao Qi, surname Li. ”

The old man said with a smile, guiding Feng Jialun to sit down, sit on the ground, face to face.

Dao Qi: "I already know what you are thinking about and why you are here. ”

Feng Jialun frowned blankly, and the old man paused and said with a smile. For the time being, you have not yet opened the sea, your mind is incomplete, and your soul is broken. ”

However, it is fine, I asked, and you answered sincerely. ”

Dao Qi: "First question, who are you?"

The second question is, where did you come from?

The third question is, where do you want to go?

Feng Jialun's left foot trembled, and then a five-finger print appeared on the left side of his face, and his body shook.

His eyes are as blank as water, undisturbed, clear and clear, like a mirror of water, godless, reflecting others.

Feng Jialun: "My name, I don't know, the wind and the water?"

I don't know where I came from, I was born?

I don't know where I'm going, die?"

The old man stroked Feng Jialun's head, was silent for a long time, and looked at him kindly.

Man is a doll, heaven and earth are the line, and if you want to be free, how can it be so easy. ”

Any kind of spiritual awareness, the awakening of spiritual intelligence, consciousness, is difficult, and you still have a long way to go. ”

The first spirit body, the vein acupuncture point, you have first glimpsed the doorway, and when your consciousness is formed, it is the first time to break through the shackles and have yourself. ”

I will be waiting for you in your world. ”

When the words fell, the Danfang collapsed, and everything turned into nothingness, as if it had never existed.

Feng Jialun fell into the abyss, all the way down, boundless and bottomless.

Behind the Yin-Yang Tower, Huo Wu stood in front of Feng Jia Lun, and at this moment Feng Jia Lun closed his eyes, as if he was asleep, a wooden stake.

Fire Dance kicked him, hit him in the face, shook his body, and he was still wooden.

"Jiaren, what's wrong with you?"

Fire Dance is anxious, uneasy, and helpless.

"Boom"

Thunderbolt on a sunny day, an explosion, electric light, instantly.

Whew, whew. ”

Feng Jialun's eyelids blinked, his body spasmed, and in an instant, he woke up.

He gasped for breath and came back to his senses, the Pisces spirit card in his hand had disappeared, in a trance, daydreaming.

He squinted, frowned, pursed his lips, and touched his thighs, stunned.

Huo Wu was concerned on the side, patting Feng Jialun's back and looking at him in horror.

Fire Dance: "Jiaren, what's wrong?"

Feng Jialun: "I don't know, I just seemed to have a dream, in which I saw an old man and said something to me, but I don't remember anything now." ”

Feng Jialun tried to remember something about it, but he only seemed to remember that he had fallen from the abyss and all the way down, and the darkness had swallowed him.

Fire Dance: "It's okay, everything is fine." ”

Fire dance caress the chest, put down the heart, and there are naturally many people.

She supported Feng Jialun and walked to Tiankui's practice room.

At the center of Feng Jialun's eyebrows, the three-color flame red seal appeared and disappeared from time to time, and then, Feng Jialun's mentality calmed down, and the red seal disappeared completely.

Li Wutu walked out of the mountain stone on the side, watched Feng Jialun and Huo Wu leave, and said with an inexplicable smile.

You've finally left here, so you're going to be lonely, and you don't know where this world will go. ”

The Yin-Yang Tower is about to be unable to suppress the evil things under the Ghost Pot Mountain. ”

And the red blood that flowed from the ice field will add many souls. ”

In the Tiankui practice room, Shui Dingsheng and Wenmei chatted.

Shui Dingsheng: "Sister Wenmei, are you still going to see the stars tonight?"

Wenmei: "Little guy, your two friends didn't come, don't you care?"

Wenmi didn't answer the question, chuckling, charming, and graceful.

Shui Dingsheng: "I still went to the cliff in the direction of Huifeng Town tonight to see the stars, blow the wind, and watch the lights of thousands of homes." ”

Wen Mei smiled but didn't answer, but then seemed to think of something, frowned, sullen.

Feng Jialun and Huo Wu came back, and Shui Dingsheng saw the two of them coming with their arms, their eyes flickering.

Wen Mei smiled softly at the two of them, and glanced at Shui Dingsheng lightly.

The two sat cross-legged on the gray futon, silent.

Feng Jialun's mind was blank, his mind was in a trance, and his face was not good.

The body stiffened, as if it had been asleep for a long time, and the consciousness could not command the body.

He meditated, meditated, meditated, contemplated, and searched for himself.

Fire Dance only had Feng Jialun in his eyes, and he only looked at him wholeheartedly.

Shui Dingsheng was angry, didn't look at the two of them, and sat cross-legged.

Wen Mei is silent, she is just an outsider for the time being.

Four people, each doing their own thing.

Outside Tiankui's practice room, Zhang Yidao came over and answered questions on time.