The three of them looked at each other, all of them had doubts in their eyes, and after a while, they said in unison, "Brother He, this sentence really doesn't mean to insult people who practice martial arts, and I hope Brother He won't think too much." ”

He Fansong shook his head again, and said with a light smile, "You haven't understood what I mean, there is a difference between immortals, it is undeniable, just like the difference between heaven and earth, it is not the same, but the difference between immortals and immortals is the appearance, whether it is immortal or martial arts, if you can break through this boundary, you can understand the true meaning of immortal martial arts." ”

The three of them looked at each other, their eyes were full of expectation, and they said respectfully, "Brother He, I'll listen to you!"

He Fansong stood up, put his hands behind his back, looked outside the pavilion, and said slowly, "Turn your hands into clouds, cover your hands for rain, the avenue of the world is nothing more than that, whether it is martial arts or immortal Taoism, if you can cultivate from the heart, get rid of all the disturbances of the outside world, and look down on all desires and temptations, then you will one day be able to reach the realm of goodness like water." Immortal Dao is different from martial arts, but it is also the same, the purpose of practicing martial arts is to strengthen the body, relax the muscles and invigorate the blood, and if you rely on martial arts to bully the weak and oppress others, it will deviate from the purpose and eventually destroy yourself. The same is true of the immortal road, the purpose of cultivating immortals is to comprehend the creation of heaven and earth, to understand their own nature, if they use their brutal power, step on the mountains and destroy the sea, turn over the clouds and rain, then the final end must also be to fall into the land of no return. Therefore, whether it is cultivating immortals or practicing martial arts, the most important thing is to cultivate the mind, you must remember that cultivating in the heart, the Tao is in the realm, these need to be realized by yourself!"

The three of them were silent, their hearts couldn't be calm for a long time, He Fansong's every word seemed to attack their deep hearts, constantly impacting the high wall that surrounded their hearts, but whether they could be lifted in the end still depends on themselves.

The stream was murmuring, the breeze was gusting, and about half a pillar of incense passed, and the three of them got up and hugged their fists and said respectfully, "Brother He's words are thought-provoking, and they are just a word to wake up the person in the dream, but we are ignorant and can't understand everything, so I hereby thank you and say goodbye first!"

He Fansong turned around, smiled and replied, "It's okay, I won't hide it from you, these are taught by my father, and He has only participated in most of the enlightenment so far, so if he is free in the future, he can participate in enlightenment together!"

The three of them looked at each other, and they were all shocked by what their father taught, but they didn't ask much, but said happily, "Discuss with Brother He, I can't ask for it, so I won't bother too much today, and we will leave!"

He Fansong spread his hands and signaled, "Please!"

"Please" "Please" "Please"!

In the following months, more and more immortal cultivators heard the Tao and discussed the Tao with He Fansong, and then in just a few years, he helped no less than 100 immortal cultivators, some of whom accompanied him for a few days, only seeking to solve their doubts once, while some people were with each other for several years, and they jointly comprehended the Immortal Dao, the Martial Dao, the Heart Dao, and the Heavenly Dao!

Time flies, 20 years of time in a flick of a finger, He Fansong's face is already full of vicissitudes, but the older he gets, the more extraordinary the momentum, the fairy wind bones, people can't help but be in awe! And he has become a father, and a woman gave birth to a daughter, named He Xin!

And his parents, He Yinuo and his wife, are in their prime, full of gray hair, and the passage of time has left a deep mark on their cheeks and foreheads! The prosperity has ended, but only the vicissitudes of life remain! Seeing He Fansong's success now, his heart is also extremely gratified.

It's just that the more this happens, He Yinuo has a hint of worry.

Meng Rui took his hand, as if she could sense what he was thinking, and comforted, "Song'er has been independent since she was a child, calm and calm, and has overcome many difficulties since the creation of the school, you don't have to worry about him anymore, he has already taken your words to heart, so I firmly believe that Song'er will be able to survive this catastrophe!"

He Yinuo looked at Mengrui, who was already full of silver hair, and a wave of emotion flashed in his heart, he looked at this lover who had accompanied him all his life with affection, nodded, and gently hugged her into his arms!

And just a few days later, at noon, He Fansong and several leaders were discussing in the inner hall, when suddenly a panicked voice came from outside the hall, and the words were short, and the breath was uneven, thinking that he must have been seriously injured.

He Fansong and the first disciples walked quickly to the courtyard, and at this time, they saw that all the disciples were gathered together, discussing a lot, and there seemed to be resentment on their faces.

"What's the fun, don't disperse quickly!" A reprimand came from the mouth of a disciple beside He Fansong, and when the disciples heard this, they retreated one after another and returned to their respective positions.

At the center of the crowd was a man who had collapsed to the ground, his face covered in blood, his clothes in tatters, and many deep wounds.

He Fansong stepped forward to inspect his whole body, and found that the disciple's tendons were all broken, and the other party was extremely vicious no matter what purpose he was in, and then checked his pulse, and after a while, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he found that his internal breath was extremely unstable, and there was a turbulent current in his body, and this turbulence did not belong to the internal force of people who practiced martial arts, but the power of Taoism that only immortal people have.

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred, his complexion changed greatly, and he withdrew his hand between lightning and fire, and then used the internal force of his whole body, converging to his arm, resisting the power of the Dao Law that entered his arm through the veins. When the disciples saw this, their eyes were shocked, but they didn't know why, they gathered one after another, and hurriedly shouted, "Master, are you okay?"

He Fansong waved his other hand to signal them to retreat, his eyes were slightly closed, and he recuperated his body, half a pillar of incense passed by, he opened his eyes, exhaled a breath of turbidity, and said to everyone, "Don't worry, I'm fine, you take him into the recuperation room, let him recuperate, remember, don't touch his body!"

And they said yes and took him away.

He Fansong came to the inner hall, looked at his arm, he was still trembling slightly at the moment, he was secretly shocked in his heart, if it weren't for his quick reaction, he was only invaded in the slightest, plus the talisman technique that his immortal cultivator friend had given him, maybe he would have died by now. Thinking of this, he was still afraid, but at the same time, his eyes flashed with a long-lost killing intention, and he clenched his fists, as if he had expected something.

After a little treatment, He Fansong came to his side. The disciple had already woken up from his coma, and when he saw the arrival of his master, he wanted to get up to greet him, but he let out an "ah" cry in pain with only a little exertion, and his face was extremely painful.

"You don't have to get up, just lie down, I'll ask you a few questions, and you answer them truthfully. He Fansong's face was calm, but anyone could detect the coldness revealed in the ancient calm.

He has always regarded all his disciples as his own, but now that his disciples are in trouble, his hamstrings have been picked, he is seriously injured, and he is still breathing, obviously demonstrating to himself, provoking, and first giving the entire cultivation path a dismount, in such a situation, how can He Fansong be indifferent.

The disciple was panting, enduring the severe pain, and there seemed to be panic on his face, and he said with difficulty, "The disciple must know everything!"

"I remember that a few days ago, you asked for your resignation to go home to visit your relatives, why didn't you fall into such a field for a few days?" He Fansong asked sharply with majesty in his words.

When the disciple heard this, he seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then he cried bitterly, extremely sad, and cried bitterly, "Master, I, my family has been destroyed!!

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was shocked, even He Fansong was shocked, his hands behind him clenched into fists, his face instantly gloomy, and he said calmly with endless murderous aura, "Who did it?"

The disciple shook his head, hesitated for a moment and said, "The disciple doesn't know, but the disciple learned from the other party that the brothers and sisters who returned to their hometowns before the disciple were all wiped out!" As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar, and He Fansong's face became a little colder, and then he continued, "The other party said that martial arts are inferior techniques compared to immortal dao, and claimed to do the way for the heavens, conform to the way of heaven, and completely destroy the martial arts from the world!!"

The sound of "gurgling" echoed in the silent room at this moment, especially in addition to the sound of breathing, He Fansong's clenched fists were bruised, he turned around, faced out the window, and asked the last question, "Where are they standing next?"

The disciple seemed to lower his voice, with fear in his eyes, and said in shock, "Cultivate the true way!"

When everyone heard this, they gasped, but they found that He Fansong didn't seem to have any reaction, and slowly walked out of the house after hearing it. The disciple seemed to be unable to support it anymore, and collapsed on the bed, he looked at the figure of the master disappearing outside the door, as if he had noticed for the first time that his figure was so majestic.

It was night, the sky was overcast, the cold was pressing, He Fansong came to the mountain pavilion looking at the mountain stream, and there was already a person standing in the pavilion. Seeing his figure, He Fansong's heart seemed to have an instant reliance and more comfort.

"Father, put on a coat, it's cold, take care of your body. He came behind his father, He Yinuo, took off one of his coats, and carefully draped it over his father's body.

He Yinuo is full of silver hair, he is getting old, and his body is gradually beginning to disobey him, many things that are young and easy are now beyond his strength, he patted He Fansong's hand holding the shoulder of his clothes, nodded, and let out a smile of relief and vicissitudes.

He Fansong's heart felt an inexplicable sourness, the wide palms that used to care for him, although they are still so warm now, but the palms have long been covered with rough calluses, and they are no longer as smooth as they were when he was a child.

"How about a drink with my father? It's been a long time since we've had a drink together. He Yinuo took a wine jug from his waist and put it on the tea table behind him.

He Fansong nodded, filled the two water cups on the table, and then handed one of them to He Yinuo, "Father, please!"

He Yinuo stretched out his rough hands, trembled over the wine glass, drank half a glass, He Fansong then also picked up another glass, and drank it, although it was as cold as winter, but the wine entered the deep throat, but there was a warm current in the heart that slowly dispersed, converging to the whole body, dispelling the cold of midwinter.

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