The east wind can turn rain and moisten all things.

The smoke wind to the southeast, can blow the pond on the forest.

The golden wind comes from the west, and everything is sad and lonely.

The wind is howling, and the snow is floating in the clouds.

On the top of Kunlun Mountain, the young man who sat in front of the Frost and Snow Sword was as unmoved as a snowman built by a naughty boy.

Over the years, spring and winter have come and gone, and I have felt the recovery, growth, and death of all things in the four seasons.

Fallen leaves return to the roots, and all things derive tens of millions of things.

Everything is empty, non-existent and non-existent, capable of giving birth to all things, but not dwelling, retaining, or obtainable!

All the ten thousand dharmas in the world that Buddhism says arise with the cause and disappear with the cause and die, and it is precisely because we cannot truly understand this empty principle that we need to have a mind and follow the teachings to achieve enlightenment.

What Taoists preach is that everything in heaven and earth has a Tao, what is the Tao and where is it?

Where there is heaven and earth, there is a Tao in everything! What is the Tao and where is it?

Where there is heaven and earth, there is a Tao in everything! What is the Tao and where is the Tao?

Where is the Tao? The Tao is in the ordinary heart! There is the Tao in the heart,

All things in heaven and earth are Tao. The Dao fruit that was quietly planted in my heart quietly sprouted.

Chen Changfeng, who was as bright as the sun in his heart, swept away the dust in his heart, and gently pulled up the frost and snow.

A gentle swing of the sword.

Su Xue went one after another, and the breeze rushed into his sleeves!

Chen Changfeng, who was dressed in a white robe, lightly pinned the frost and snow to his waist, knelt on his knees, and kneeled three times and nine times in the direction of the Yuqing mirror in his memory with both hands in his fists!

Today, there are distant guests returning from the snow. Eighteen years old.

The man's long hair that year was scattered like ink on his white clothes, and he only used a white band to tie the hair in front of him at the back of his head, and his whole body exuded the same cold temperament as his sword!

Dressed in white, white as snow!

"Riding the Wind" Chapter 5 Walking on the snow and returning is in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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