Floating water sends infinite trees, and buries half of the mountain with rain clouds. ”

When it is ugly, the ghost pot mountain, pouring rain, pouring down, black clouds all over the sky, falling.

The heavy gray and black, the flow of the wind, the tilt of the rain, the feng shui play quickly, quickly and happily.

The dark night should have been silent and peaceful.

However, the wind rises, the rain falls, the heaven and the earth, the wind blows, and the rain is quiet.

The wind, flowers and trees, rivers and lakes are dashing and dashing, blowing away many troubles.

Rain refreshes mountains and rivers, boosts rivers and lakes, is spotless, and nourishes all creatures.

Sound changes, in the dark, quietly and grandly.

Feng Jialun didn't know where he was, his self-consciousness kept falling, falling into the abyss, and he tried to open his eyes, but to no avail.

On stormy nights, when the rain hits the screens, people sleep especially well, provided that you want to sleep.

Shui Dingsheng tossed and turned in bed, sleepless all night.

He is anxious, to be precise, worried about the future.

In the future, he couldn't get close to Fire Dance, so he gave up. ”

Yesterday, Feng Jialun had already made it clear that he was no longer on the same path as the Xia family, and even the Xia Feng family would go to war, could he really leave it alone?

What should the future be? He was confused. ”

Jiangtou is not a storm, and it is difficult to walk in the world. ”

He looked at Feng Jialun and saw that the latter was sleeping 'sweetly', and he couldn't help but introspect, was it because he was thinking too much, the future was unknown, and he was focused on the present?

In a daze, he didn't know when he fell asleep.

All kinds of troubles, all kinds of sorrows, a sleep, without a trace, without a notice.

When you wake up, everything starts anew.

On the other hand, Feng Jialun felt that he was still falling deeper into the abyss, dark, lost all five senses, confused, and unconscious.

He seemed to be wrapped in a ball of light, blinded and naïve, and at one moment felt that he was incomparably small, and at another time he felt incomparably big.

At the end of the day, the rain was shallow.

In his mind, the place where consciousness converges, an old man in a yellow robe, facing the chaos in the sky, holding a nine-story glazed tower in his hand, blooming with golden light, expelling darkness, a lighthouse.

Chaos, everything from nothing, everything is there, there is nothing, there is nothing, there is no yin and yang, there is no heaven and earth, there is no 'man'.

Return again, the light of consciousness. The old man shouted, and the pagoda in his hand burst into golden light, shooting into the boundless sky, opening up a passage.

Feng Jialun seemed to feel the calling, and for the second time, a sense of light flickered in front of him, and he chased along the light, feeling warmth and peace, and his soul was calm.

In front of me, a golden point of light, constantly getting bigger, is a nine-story glazed tower, blooming with brilliance.

A stone platform, countless ink-colored stone tablets, chaotic mist, he fell, no longer falling.

There was someone on the stone platform, he sensed the presence of someone, and that person smiled at him and expressed kindness.

He stayed here, floating, unable to open his eyes, unable to wave his hands, hazy, his wisdom had been enlightened, and his knowledge of the sea had not yet opened.

This was once a realm of nothingness, but now, there are living beings and stone tablets appearing.

Feng Jialun opened his eyes, this time the feeling of self-consciousness was much more obvious, and in his mind, an inexplicable scene appeared.

Gathering, there are points of light pouring from all over the body to the brain, as if rivers everywhere merge into the sea.

He heard his heart thump, held his breath, and exhaled.

He was lying on the bed, his head resting on his hands, and suddenly he felt as if his body had been hollowed out, and he couldn't exert his strength.

However, the self is becoming clearer.

The brain, as if it had been injected with several strands of pure energy, was being formed, a new self.

He didn't dare to close his eyes, for fear of falling into the bottomless abyss again and being blinded by himself.

Time passed quietly, leaving behind many secrets.

At the end of the day, Feng Jialun got up, washed, dressed, looked in the mirror, and carefully examined his face.

Since Lihua Village and Red Blood Ice Plain took Guiyuan Dan, Zhuji Dan, and Ning Shen Pill, he has lost most of his sleep, and he often can't sleep all night, and he is full of energy.

Last night, for some reason, he didn't have an answer in his heart, just guessed, maybe it was related to yesterday afternoon, and fell into the abyss for the second time, unconscious.

Shui Dingsheng got up, washed, dressed, looked in the mirror, looked at Feng Jialun, walked out of the dormitory, and went to the Huifeng canteen for breakfast.

Yun Yiyi got up, washed, dressed, looked in the mirror, and opened the altar.

Huo Gengyun slept sweetly, with a smile, a good life, a beautiful woman, chatting, and a long love for children.

In the Huifeng cafeteria, Feng Jialun and Huo Wu sat together, Shui Dingsheng and Qiu Jiawen together, four people facing each other, eight eyes, flashing and shining.

Qiu Jiawen stared at Feng Jialun closely, his eyes were full of hostility, what happened last night, he could see it clearly, he almost stepped forward and beat Feng Jialun, if it weren't for the fire dance.

He gulped down porridge like a cow, and his eyes widened.

Shui Dingsheng calmly and freely ate breakfast, drank porridge and ate steamed buns.

Huo Wu boldly kept looking at Feng Jialun, taking a small sip of porridge and nibbling on steamed buns.

Feng Jialun, as usual, ate breakfast and looked around.

Chen Kuijiang and Yadan came relatively early today, and after choosing a tutor, they met a lot less, Zhang Yidao went to class earlier, and Li Wutu went to class very late.

Today was a breakfast and relatively peaceful.

In the Tiankui practice room, Feng Jialun, Huo Wu, Shui Dingsheng, and Wen Mei practiced and accepted qi, and the four people interacted with and integrated their aura, feeling the state of aura convergence of different attributes.

Water, metal, fire, and wood are all different, and some are mutually reinforcing and mutually reinforcing.

One plus one is greater than two;

The five elements are not circulating, and they are all strong and weak, which is difficult to sustain.

Immediately after, the four evolved into the four elephants, the wood green dragon, the golden white tiger, the fire vermilion bird, and the water Xuanwu.

Less yin, less yang, too yin, sun, yin and yang are harmonized, and they are mutually reinforcing.

Two instruments and four images, not the essence of four people, derived and complementary.

Sentient beings, to get along, need to be in the right way.

The four of them continued to practice, their minds merged, and they cooperated more and more tacitly.

At noon, the four of them went to the Huifeng Canteen to eat together, talking and laughing, Feng Jialun and Huo Wu sat aside, and Shui Dingsheng and Wenmei were together.

Shui Dingsheng: "Sister Wenmei, tonight?"

Fumi: "My sisters, don't you mind?"

Shui Dingsheng: "Are they still coming? Xu Yijian and Yang Zhishui are also coming?"

Shui Dingsheng's eyes widened, shaking his head, remembering the scene last night, the two sat on a chair and watched the moon and stars, surrounded by two men and two women, and the atmosphere was awkward.

Wenmei chuckled and covered her mouth.

She scoffed, "What's the matter? Aren't you welcome? They're my sister, my niece." ”

Shui Ding ate with his head bored and was silent.

After the meal, the four of them went to the Yin-Yang Pagoda and the Library Pavilion, wanting to seek martial arts, but they returned in vain.

Martial arts are hard to find, but they are the life's work of a strong person, and personal skills cannot be easily passed on;

In Tiankui's practice room, Zhang Yidao came at the right time, ready to teach the four martial arts.

Mentor, the guide of the first door of life.

Self-realization, the ladder of active progress in life.

No teacher, no self-realization.

Zhang Yi said: "The martial arts I teach must not be passed on, otherwise I will not be able to spare you." ”

I only teach all of them once, watch them carefully, understand them with my heart, practice hard, and persevere, for ten years. ”

Talent matters, the strongest, one person. ”

However, a growth mindset, perseverance, is a must for everyone. ”

He stood up to warm up, and Feng Jialun, Huo Wu, Shui Dingsheng, and Wen Mei gathered their breath and concentrated.

The first time I learned martial arts, seriously.