Those memories kept flooding, making Ning Fan gradually come to his senses, and looked thoughtfully at the pine in the talisman.

He thought of the snow in Qimei City, the cold plum blossoming in the snow, with the warmth of home, like a brand, deeply engraved into his bones and blood...

He remembered the old tree in the tomb of the Ghost Bird Sect, and the sea of bamboo in the tree world, and in the hollow bamboo, there was also a deep affection...

He remembered the immortal tree in the ruins of the Ancient Heavenly Court, which was born because he burned its wings, but it also withered because he saved people... Under the immortal tree, he fought in the past life, and also fought in this life, and when the soldiers were dissolved into the demons, with one enemy, what a battle...

He remembered the willow tree he saw in the Blood Realm of the Killing Palace, which was planted by himself when the giant gate killed the emperor as a young man, and he had been enlightened under the tree for ten thousand years.

It's loose, it's not right...

In his life, there are too many memories related to trees, but among them, there are no memories of pine trees...

The pine in this talisman certainly contains extremely profound wood perceptions, but these perceptions are all the perceptions of others.

Relying on his anti-heaven understanding, Ning Fan can learn from the perceptions of others and integrate them into his own magic talismans, but he can't take away the emotions in the hearts of others and integrate them into it...

It's like he can imitate Mu Si and draw the shadow of Little April into his magic talisman, but he can't draw Mu Si's unforgettable feelings for Little April...

Why is it that Mu Si's Buddha talisman can exert a trace of the power of the palm, but the other tree spirits can't do it?

Is it because in this Buddha talisman, there is Mu Si's deepest heart...

Heart... Heart...

Ning Fan's brows furrowed, his magic talisman was missing that heartbeat...

"The method of holding the position taught to Mu Si by Mu Song Dao people is called the method of ruthlessness... In the first step, you need to integrate the deepest heartbeat and the Tao rule perception together, and draw them into the Buddha talisman. In the second step, it seems that it is necessary to completely erase that heart from the bottom of my heart. So as to reach a state of nothingness where the heart is moved to the heart is extinguished... The approximate steps, it seems like this, I haven't used this method, and I can only guess one or two out of thin air..."

"Mu Si did his heartbeat, but he couldn't do it... He can exert a trace of the power of the palm, but he can't have his own palm, the void... If I were him, I would probably be able to put my heart into the talisman, but I probably wouldn't be able to destroy my heart..."

"People are not plants and trees, who can be ruthless. If you really achieve the ruthless realm, you can't be considered a person... Mu Songdao's method may be able to help me step by step, but this method is not suitable for me after all... And I always feel that there are still flaws in this method, and I can't say what the specific flaws are..."

"If I were Mu Si, I would keep that heart in the talisman. However, it will never erase that initial heartbeat..."

Ning Fan's eyes gradually cleared, and he raised his hand to correct the patterns in the talisman one by one.

That pine. Erased by him, and in its place was a tree that carried his monastic memories.

That's a Ling Han independent plum!

Mei replaces Song, and the strokes of the magic talisman do not change. But the feeling is different, that Mei. It seems to contain thousands of deep feelings, enough to resonate with the viewer...

"Mei, carrying the warm memory of my cultivation place, there is Mei, there is a home, no matter how long you wander, you are not alone..."

Wu Laoba and the others were all stunned, and they only felt that the plum tree newly painted by Ning Fan had an indescribable mystery. I can't say why...

The increase in strokes is only a quantitative change, but from pine to plum, it is a qualitative change.

Mu Si looked at the plum tree in Ning Fan's magic talisman in a daze, and he was the only one who saw some doorways. The plum tree is integrated into Ning Fan's emotions, but there is no sadness in that emotion...

Only, warm...

In this warmth, there may also be bitter memories, such as the old devil, such as his parents, such as Ning Gu...

However, looking back on the past, Ning Fan did not have sadness in his heart, which was something that Mu Si could not do now, no matter what.

Mei replaces Song, and the strokes of the magic talisman are still 178 paintings, but compared with the previous magic talisman, the power of the wooden path contained in it is much stronger, and faintly, there is a trace of the power of the palm spreading.

According to the method of Mu Song Daoren, if you melt your heart into the magic talisman, you can cultivate a trace of the power of the palm, and if the heart is destroyed, you can completely cultivate the palm void...

Heartbeat, Ning Fan can easily do it.

The heart is extinguished, Ning Fan can sense the difficulties in it, it is definitely not something that can be done overnight, and he doesn't want to do it.

Among this plum, there is his deepest feelings, erasing this feeling and this thought, contrary to his Taoist heart, without this feeling, maybe he can be successful, but it is no longer him.

Whether his heart is extinguished or not, he doesn't care, what he wants to do at the moment is only to blend that heartbeat with his perception and carefully integrate it into the talisman.

The road of the wood became clearer and clearer in front of his eyes, and along the way he came, he seemed... I saw my own wooden avenue...

"What is wood, wood is the root of the five elements, trees without roots, can not survive, people without roots, then homeless..."

Ning Fan stared at the plum tree in the talisman, and in that plum tree, he found his roots.

His roots, in the rain world, in the Yue country, in the city of Qimei, in those countless days of wind and snow and snow...

His avenue of wood is also a root, without roots, without others...

Wu Laoba was confused, he seemed to see the memories of his home when he was young from the plum trees painted by Ning Fan.

He remembered the earthen house in his hometown, the big mulberry tree in the yard, and the year when he was just a young man in a mountain village, he didn't cultivate, he didn't kill anyone, he didn't have bad water in his stomach, he didn't have the reputation of four days of shock, but he had... Family...

Countless dusk evenings, he sat under the mulberry tree outside the earthen house, waiting for his father and mother to drive the donkey cart and return from the city, waiting for his father to lift him high, waiting for his mother to wash his hands and cook food... Daddy's face has been blurred in memory and can't be seen clearly. But there are some things engraved in my bones, no matter how many years have passed, I can't forget them...

"Tiger baby, are you hungry?"

"It's cold, is it cold for me?"

“... When my mother saves some more money, she will make me a new jacket..."

Wu Laoba's eyes had tears in his eyes, and he had walked for too long and too long to forget that he had a home. Fierce and cunning like him, there is also a soft place in his heart, which no one can deceive or touch.

Zen Master Songguo is also confused. Looking at the plum tree pattern, he also remembered the tree in his hometown, the home before the monasticism, the mother who stayed up late to light the oil lamp, bought new shoes for himself, and remembered the sound of advice...

"My son is out of breath, and as soon as the New Year is over, he will go to the city to study... When you go out, don't give up your money, and don't worry about your home. Listen to Master..."

And then...

Later, he entered the school in the city, studied hard for four years, and then caught up with the military rebellion, and then later, his mother was gone, and his home was gone...

His heart was like ashes, he escaped into the empty door, and by chance he embarked on the road of cultivation. Cultivate all the way to the realm of Immortal Venerable. In today's Dongtian Cultivation Realm, when he stomps his feet, the sky will tremble three times, and he is already in a high position. But I have long forgotten where my mother's desolate grave is buried...

As a monk, in his heart, he actually felt guilty, had... Sadness...

Trees have roots. He, too...

One by one, the people of Mudaomen showed a confused look, remembering the trees in their hometown. I remembered the yellowed but vivid figures in my hometown memory...

"What is this son enlightening! There is such a powerful power that can make the group cultivators sink into it!"

Mu Si was a little shocked.

There are a thousand different ways of the road of wood that a thousand people have comprehended, for example, Mu Qi sees pine needles, Mu Liu sees pine sounds, and Mu Wu sees pine patterns...

What did Ning Fan see!

Ignorance!

There is no distinction between high and low, but there is a difference between strong and weak!

Obviously, the Great Dao of Wood that Ning Fan had realized had already begun to take shape, and it was extremely close to the origin of the Great Dao of Wood, otherwise it would be impossible to produce such a powerful power and resonate with the group cultivators!

After the shock, there was a deep sadness.

In a trance, Mu Si seemed to see the bright and moving little girl again, walking towards him step by step, chatting with himself.

He is a grass and tree enlightened spirit, without parents, without family, and has never experienced the feeling of warmth. Only Little April has brought him the warmth of being a person...

In the face of Little April, he didn't dare to be ruthless, but he couldn't be ruthless...

He had forgotten the warmth that Little April brought him, but Ning Fan's magic talisman evoked all his memories...

With her, there is a home to rely on, without her, homeless...

People are not grass and trees, who can be ruthless, he can't do it, he can't do it...

"Wood is the avenue, with wood as the root, you can derive the way of pine, the way of plum, the way of bamboo... All the trees in the world belong to this way... If you want to comprehend such a path, you must find a point that can be used as a breakthrough..."

"Qimei, it is my root, along this root, I see more trees, like shadows, lined up behind me... These trees carry my memories along the way, and only by integrating these memories into my perception can this plum tree be considered complete..."

Ning Fan continued to raise his hand, and with a few strokes on the magic talisman, he drew the shadow of the ancient tree, and next to the tree, he drew the shadow of a sea of bamboo.

Hollow bamboo, there is a soul dwelling, the soul takes root, in the heart of the bamboo. The root of the soul, the heart of the bamboo, is inseparable...

Ning Fan remembered the Grave, the Ming Bird, the Scattered Demon Muluo, and the past when he was rampant in the Tree Realm...

The strokes of the talisman are constantly increasing.

179 paintings, 180 paintings, 181 paintings... 198 paintings!

With 20 brushstrokes, he drew the shadow of the ancient tree and the bamboo emperor, and the pattern of the magic talisman became the shadow of the magic sitting under the plum, and the background was the shadow of the dark tree and the bamboo sea in the sky.

Ning Fan's hand did not stop, and on the background of the magic rune, the shadow of the immortal tree of the ancient heavenly court was drawn, and in this shadow, there was his obsession with immortality in two lifetimes.

199 paintings, 200 paintings...

When the strokes of the magic talisman exceeded 200 strokes, Ning Fan suddenly stared, the 201st stroke, he couldn't draw it no matter what...

Whether it's a magic talisman or a Buddha talisman, more than 100 paintings are ancestral talismans, but even if it is the Nine Great Demon Ancestors of the Ancient Demon Yuan, few people can raise the talisman to more than 200 paintings... After 200 strokes, adding strokes not only requires understanding, but also needs to be painted with ancestral blood...

Ning Fan didn't know this, but he had an instinct that urged him to do it.

"After 200 paintings, there seems to be a gap between me and this talisman again... The demonic blood in my body is burning, so that I actually have an ancient demon instinct, wanting to dye my own blood on the talisman... As if this is the only way to continue to draw talismans..."

It was as if there was a voice from the bloodline, constantly urging Ning Fan to dye the ancestral blood on the talisman.

Ning Fan only pondered for a moment, then followed this ancient demon instinct, raised his hand and bit his fingertips, and drew the blood color of the 201st stroke on the talisman!

"It's... The power of ancestral blood!"

Wu Laoba and the others had gradually sobered up from their memories and noticed Ning Fan's move of dyeing the talisman with ancestral blood. They were all moved.

After the Nine Ancestors, there was no Ancestral Blood Demon in the world, and if the news of Ning Fan's possession of Ancestral Blood came out, it would definitely cause a shock in the Ancient Demon Abyss!

With the power of ancestral blood, Ning Fan shot like electricity, drawing 9 strokes in a row on the magic talisman, drawing the shadow of half of the immortal tree.

The 210th stroke, Ning Fan paused slightly, and did not draw it immediately, the previous 9 strokes. He used up a whole drop of Demon Ancestor blood!

Once the ancestral blood was used up, it could no longer be used to burn blood, but the ancestral demon pressure on Ning Fan's body had not weakened in the slightest, but was much more mellow than before. The power of the ancestral blood had been integrated into his talisman. made Ning Fan at this moment have an illusion, as if only after the blood is fused into the talisman, he can be regarded as a real ancestral demon!

"Ancestral blood into the talisman seems to be an inevitability... Could it be that in the future, the ancestor-level demon blood also needs to be integrated into the spirit wheel, and the ancestor-level divine blood also needs to be integrated into the heart?"

"Mora Ancestral Blood. I have 4 drops, 1 drop of ancestral blood, enough for me to add nine strokes on top of the ancestral talisman... If you want to keep adding strokes, you'll need to use up other ancestral bloods..."

Ning Fan did not hesitate. Stain the blood again and draw the ancestral blood into the talisman.

The second drop of ancestral blood was exhausted, and Ning Fan drew a complete immortal tree.

The third drop of ancestral blood was exhausted, and Ning Fan killed the giant willow planted by the emperor. Half of it was drawn.

The fourth drop of ancestral blood was exhausted, and Ning Fan drew a complete shadow of the giant willow, but it was exhausted because of the ancestral blood. Unable to add rune strokes.

The strokes of the magic talisman are finally frozen in 236 paintings!

It's a pity that the ancestral blood is not enough... Otherwise, he will be able to draw more trees and integrate more emotions into the talisman.

Perhaps, in the future, with more ancestral blood, he can continue to dye the ancestral talisman with demon blood and add more strokes...

"It's actually a magic talisman drawn by 236! The master's demon cultivation qualifications are really terrifying! If he continues to grow, he will at least be a figure at the level of the Nine Great Demon Ancestors! If he can enter the Nine Abyss of Ancient Demons, with the magic talisman, it will be enough to recruit a large number of fanatical demon cultivators and accept them as servants!"

Wu Laoba's vanity has been greatly satisfied, his master is powerful, and he can have more face, isn't it. Feng Ningfan is the master, and he doesn't feel any shame. There is no shame in being a slave to a character at the level of the Nine Great Demon Ancestors! In the Ancient Demon Abyss, there may be many people who envy themselves!

Mu Si's sadness had faded, replaced by a bitter smile.

"I don't know what this son is understanding, but I can see that this son has integrated his feelings into the past. In that emotion, there may not be no sad past, but when he looks back, there is no sadness, only... Warm..."

"If I can sweep away the sorrow in my heart, maybe..."

As everyone knows, the moment this thought was born in Mu Si's heart, the bottleneck that had been trapped for many years was actually loosened a little!

Mu Si was stunned for a moment, then sighed and closed his eyes.

He seems... Found the way to go in the future...

It's not affection, it's not ruthlessness, it's forgetfulness...

Too forgetful...

Crossing the truth, giving up the emptiness, breaking thoughts... In fact, every step of the cultivation of the Three Realms of True Immortals is leading the monk to the path of Taishang's forgetfulness. However, there are too few monks who can really be too forgetful, and among the ten thousand immortal cultivators, there are often only one or two people. Occasionally, there are monks who can achieve great forgetfulness in the realm of giving up emptiness, such as Yuan Xuan, but there are also people who cultivate all the way to the Immortal King, but they can't do this, such as Sen Luo.

In the past, Mu Si couldn't do this either, but from now on, he will work hard to do it.

It's not to forget Little April, but to bury that heart deep in your heart. Only forget that sorrow, but leave that heart in the Buddha talisman forever.

Is this... It's what the junior brother said about the ruthlessness of the grass and trees...

It's not heartbeat, it's not heartbreaking, it's... Forgetting...

"Dare to ask Xiao Youwu, what kind of Mu Dao is it?" Mu Si suddenly smiled with relief, and the knots in his heart for many years seemed to have finally untied some.

"It's the root..."Ning Fan was slightly surprised. It seems that Mu Si seems to have realized something, otherwise he would not be so relieved.

"Roots?" Mu Si moved in his heart, lost his mind slightly, and said to himself, "Yes... She is my root..."

“...”

Ning Fan was speechless.

This conversation can't go on, this Mu Si is completely in love, no matter what you say, you can pull his little April...

But it seems that there is no confusion in this person's eyes... Have you figured out how to deal with the karma in your heart?

"A small gift, give it to Xiaoyou, it can be regarded as thanking Xiaoyou for untying my heart knot. ”

Mu Si gave his Jianmu essence to Ning Fan.

Ning Fan knew that some of his actions had touched Mu Si, but he didn't refuse this thank you gift. After receiving all the essence of Jianmu, he said goodbye to Mu Si, and walked towards the third forbidden place with everyone.

The ancient pine in the third forbidden land is stronger than the fourth forbidden land, and the cultivation of the tree spirit wood three is also much higher and deeper than that of wood four.

Listening to Zen Master Songguo, Ning Fan had 236 magic talismans, and Mu San was very moved by this, and threatened to just take a look at Ning Fan's magic talismans. I would like to give away the essence of Jianmu as a thank you gift.

More than 200 magic talismans and Buddhist talismans are rare. In the Western Heavens, there are almost few ancient Buddhas who have cultivated more than 200 Buddha runes, and in the Ancient Demon Abyss, since the suppression of the Nine Ancestors, it is even more impossible to see the owner of 200 magic runes.

Mu San didn't ask for anything, just to take a look at Ning Fan's magic talisman, and he was sure to get confirmation from it.

Mu San also showed his Buddha talisman to Ning Fan, and Ning Fan just glanced at it twice. It was not taken seriously.

Ning Fan already has his own perception of the Avenue of Wood, and it is of little significance to learn from the perceptions of others. And his Ancient Demon Ancestor blood was exhausted. It is no longer possible to add more rune strokes for the time being. Mu San wanted to see him increase his strokes, but he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to see it.

And after looking at Mu Si's Buddha talisman, and then looking at Mu San's Buddha talisman, Ning Fan always felt that Mu San's Buddha talisman was a little unsightly.

Mu Si's Buddha talisman is integrated into the affection. Blended into the heartbeat, in contrast, Mu San's Buddha talisman did not have a heartbeat. Even if the strokes exceed the Buddha talisman of Mu Si, it can't enter Ning Fan's eyes.

"Mu Si has opened the knot in his heart, or one day, he will be able to regain Mu Yi's status..."

After Ning Fan showed Mu San the talisman, he took the essence and left. Then he went to the second and first forbidden places, and again only showed the magic talisman, and then took the gift and left.

The seven forbidden places, one by one, Ning Fan said goodbye to Songguo and the others, and returned to the Zen Monastery alone.

Wu Lao Ba was sticking to Ning Fan like kraft candy, and wanted to ask this cheap master for advice on Mu Zhidao, but Ning Fan turned him away.

I'm sorry, Ning Fan doesn't have time to deal with Wu Lao Ba now, he just created his own magic talisman and drew four drops of ancestral blood into it, this is the time to understand, and no one else can disturb him.

As soon as he returned to the meditation room, Ning Fan immediately escaped into the Xuanyin Realm, and with a wave of his hand, hundreds of cyan light clusters flew into the sky, condensing into a drop of spiritual liquid as green as jade.

This drop of spiritual liquid is the true essence of Jianmu!

Feeling the vast energy contained in the essence of Jianmu, Ning Fan said that he was not moved, it was fake. The energy contained in this drop of Jianmu essence is completely comparable to a complete piece of Heavenly Flame Yuan Crystal!

In other words, as long as this drop of Jianmu essence is refined, Ning Fan can completely cultivate a complete wood yin and yang!

The only trouble is that in cultivating wood yin and yang, there is still a lack of a profound wood attribute exercise...

On the wooden island, there are several Nine Star Wood attribute exercises, but they are all Buddhist exercises, and Ning Fan, as an ancient demon, will certainly not cultivate.

In the Tibetan scripture tower sent by the Emperor of Chaogu, there was no suitable exercise, so Ning Fan had other thoughts.

He wanted to create his own exercises and write all the wood insights he had gained this time!

In ancient times, some low-level immortal emperors were able to create the Nine Star Exercises, and with Ning Fan's current cultivation, coupled with the comprehension of the second realm of heaven and man, he was fully qualified to create his own exercises.

The magic talisman has been integrated into the power of the wooden road, and if he creates his own martial arts, Ning Fan will create a wooden magical technique. Nine gods yin and yang, Ning Fan has already cultivated three, for rain, war, darkness, demon yin and yang is also time to cultivate one!

"With my lifelong enlightenment, open the primeval scriptures..."

Ning Fan walked in the direction of the Xuanyin Realm Hidden Scripture Tower, bent his palms and made a move, and in an instant, scrolls of ancient gods and demons flew out of the tower and piled up in the clouds.

Ning Fan flicked his sleeves again, and flew directly into a thousand-year-old tower with a mountain-like exercise.

If you create your own exercises, then these countless exercises can be used as a reference...

...

The ten days agreed with the people of Mumatsu Dao passed in a flash.

In the Zen courtyard, two figures seemed to walk out of the endless void directly, it was Mu Song and Xiang Moth.

As soon as the two of them appeared, they saw Ning Fan waiting under an ancient pine tree in the courtyard.

However, he hadn't seen him for ten days, and Ning Fan at this moment actually gave Mu Song and Xiang Moth a feeling of being natural.

It was as if standing in front of them was not Ning Fan, but a tree, a tree rooted in the wooden island and connected to nature. Even the breath gives people a sense of endless life.

There is no doubt that this is a manifestation of the success of the wooden road!

"Oh, I haven't seen you for ten days, Xiaoyou's cultivation seems to have improved a lot..."

Mu Song was smiling at the corner of his mouth, but he was really shocked in his heart.

If he was not mistaken, Ning Fan, a descendant of the ancient chaos, had cultivated the fourth type of yin and yang in ten days!

What surprised Mu Song even more was that the way of wood on Ning Fan's body was flowing in an extremely strange direction, which was different from any of the wood exercises he knew...

"This son is cultivating, it can't be a lost magic skill... Some of them have never heard of this work..."

Surprised, Mu Song also asked casually, "I don't know what the name of the exercises that Xiaoyou is cultivating?"

"The Tao Sutra, Volume 1. ”

Ning Fan casually told Mu Song the name of his self-created exercises.

The reason why it is called the Tao Sutra, not the Demon Sutra, is because Ning Fan not only wrote the wood yin and yang into the scriptures, but also deleted and modified the three yin and yang exercises of rain, war, and darkness and included them in the scriptures.

Rather than cobbling together and practicing the twenty-seven exercises, Ning Fan preferred to create a relatively complete set of exercises by himself, directly covering the twenty-seven kinds of yin and yang he cultivated.

This matter is not easy to say, but for him, a monk of the second realm of heaven and man, it is not impossible to accomplish. (To be continued......)