In a familiar corner, a small cave room seems different from other houses, the outside is full of sundries, compared to other residences this cave is particularly remote, a few steps outside the residence to the back mountain of the stone cave, compared to the next place is more quiet and comfortable, Feng Shunzi returned to the residence, did not rush to sleep, but sat on the bed, slowly opened the scroll in his hand, this scroll seems ordinary, and a few years ago I penetrated the cultivation of the roots, there is nothing special, the only difference is that the content of this scroll is more profound.

In fact, this is also another manuscript of the patriarch, each step of the pulse cultivation method, is strictly controlled by the clan, it is strictly forbidden to pass it privately, this has always been an iron law in the Xuan clan, and it must not be violated, it is said that it is afraid that the pulse cultivation will not be in the devil's way, in this ten thousand demons reunion of the Xuan realm, once the devil's way, since it is eroded by ten thousand demons, it will never return, so the teaching must be under the supervision of the elders to follow the gradual approach, which is also the old man's legacy.

Looking at the handwriting on this scroll, Feng Shunzi's mind echoed with the words of Grandpa Xuanying just now, the pulse cultivator is studying hard, if it is said that the ninth layer of the root vein is to lay the foundation, then the essence of the cultivation of the abdominal vein is to gather the qi of heaven and earth in the abdomen, open the chakra in the body, the spirit is the true element, and feel the combination of the spirit and the pulse, these few cultivation essentials are echoing in his mind at this time.

Feng Shunzi took a deep breath and slowly comprehended every word in this scroll, as he read deeply, his face gradually became complicated, and he could understand every sentence between the lines, but it seemed that every sentence said the key point in his body, in the past few years, when he was cultivating the root vein, he could always feel that his body was bound by an invisible force, so that he could not devote all his strength to control the pulse qi in his body, so the cultivation speed was so slow, but this state made him himself unable to comprehend it, he couldn't say it, after a long time, he thought that this was a manifestation of his low talent, and he didn't tell others, but the qi of gathering heaven and earth on this vein scroll is also something that every person who cultivates must face。

Put the scroll down, he sat cross-legged, entered meditation, according to the cultivation method on the scroll, opened the abdominal chakra in the body, led the aura of heaven and earth into the body, and ran the great Zhoutian, the pulse and qi Rao abdominal chakra slowly swirled, and the abdomen faintly felt a trace of residual heat wandering away, but these condensed heaven and earth qi gathered in the body but not real, feeling that the combination of spirit and pulse is also so difficult, it stands to reason that the first three veins of the Tai Chi pulse are the easiest to comprehend and cultivate, especially the first two veins, which can be completed within two years, but when I arrived at Feng Shunzi, I feel that it is extraordinarily fortunate, unable to condense enough aura to open the chakra, according to the scroll depicting the cultivation of the abdominal vein, the position of the abdomen in the bodyIf the abdominal vein is cultivated, six yellow petals will be born, and those who have cultivated the abdominal vein will be able to perceive the heavens and the earth, and the reality will open the door to creation, that is, after cultivating the abdominal vein, they will be able to use the energy contained in the vein.

Feng Shunzi sitting on the couch, his eyes are closed, and his forehead is There are faint beads of sweat dripping down on both sides, but he did not see him move slightly, another hour passed quietly, and the night change could not be seen in the room, only what people felt was that the night was deeper, and the wind was lighter, and the figure of this young man was still the same, and I don't know what time it was, the young man slowly opened his eyes, exhaled lightly, his eyes were slightly mixed and disappointed, he got up slowly, did not care about the sweat clothes that had already been soaked all over his body, looked at the scroll on the couch, shook his head with a wry smile, and seemed to gently say a question in his heart, and kept asking himself why, why God still fulfilled the result he didn't want, is he the most mortal。

But he still didn't understand, what the ultimate purpose of cultivation is, Feng Shunzi was silent for a long time, got up and walked out, and came to the entrance of the back mountain of the stone cave, which was the closest to his residence, and at this moment it was the middle of the hour, the most ferocious evil spirits and monsters in the night had already receded, and the clansmen were also quietly asleep, and after the thick fog dissipated, the earth seemed to be covered with a layer of heavy makeup, after experiencing rage and ferocity, the night that had calmed down seemed more quiet and soft, but it was so fragile, just like someone's heart, not only to enjoy his purity, but also to experience his fragile pain, the stars slowly poked out in the sky, forming a long galaxy, setting off the night more holy.

Whenever he doesn't sleep at night, Feng Shunzi always goes to this cave to watch the night, and at this time, the bottom of his heart is only known by the night and the stars in the sky.

Feng Shunzi stood at the entrance of the cave, looked at the sky and was silent for a while, then sat down against a big stone, at this time the breeze was blowing, blowing his clothes and moving slightly, he was sweating profusely just now, and he was instantly cool, and his heart was a little more comfortable.

He looked up at the starry sky, looked at the galaxy deep into the distance, there was no end, his heart suddenly felt a sense of loneliness, he wished that he was a bunch of stars in the sky, at least it was shining in the stars, maybe only such a reverie could make his heart look strong enough, in the face of such a state of mind, he was not the first time to pour out his heart here, or he wanted to talk to the vast galaxy, looking for the lost comfort.

Another breeze hit, lifting his hair lightly, as if with some cold, Feng Shunzi instinctively pulled his shirt, but his fingers unintentionally touched the ribbon around his neck, looking at the golden ribbon he smiled, pinched in his hand that soft feeling was born leisurely, always so familiar, looking at this companion he was born, Growing up with him, he has long been integrated with his own carry-on things, somehow it can always affect his heart, and I don't know if it can read itself, or he has already fallen into its too much dependence, looking at this ribbon, its ordinary is like itself, full of unknowns, but people can't figure it out.

Since he can remember, the clan mother told him that this thing can not be taken, saying that it is his own talisman, but also the auspicious omen of the clan, from the day he fell into the Xuan Realm, this brocade belt was with him, said that it also scared away the monster in the fog, at first I thought it was the clan mother coaxed and comforted their childhood heart, so they asked the clan curiously, but everyone's answer was the same as what the clan mother said, now I think about how not to feel funny.

In the night breeze, Feng Shunzi sighed, put the ribbon into the neckline, stuck to his chest to feel the softness like water, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it turned out that he knew himself best than it, and at this moment he subconsciously thought of a thing, his hand inadvertently touched his waist, and held the bamboo flute in his hand, but there was another feeling of warmth, whenever he was in a low mood, it was able to soothe the melancholy in his heart for himself, in the face of the quiet night, the sky was full of stars, there should have been a long song to greet him, but the night was deep, for fear of disturbing the clansmen, so he had to give up。

Feng Shunzi pinched the bamboo flute in his hand, and slowly looked at the word at the end of the bamboo flute, which made him seek answers all his life, but he never got what he wanted, when he looked at the word "Yin" again, his heart seemed to have a trace of sourness and incomprehension, this word that the entire Xuan people had never heard of, and the only word that could come close to unraveling his life experience, but it filled him with countless disappointments, until the heart of longing was no longer enthusiastic, numb and cold.

Between Heaven and Earth, Under the starry sky, this word is like a shining star in the vast galaxy, but he can never guess which one is the destination to find, Feng Shunzi stroked the bamboo flute with his hand, left it on his waist again, got up and looked at the vast galaxy, and breathed a long sigh of relief, he wanted to embrace the starry sky, let himself be one of them, that is, naïve, he also hoped that this innocence could help him solve the final doubts, maybe the bamboo flute and the brocade ribbon threw all the doubts to himself, but his own life experience is not a puzzle that makes everyone and himself difficult to solve, don't blame the world for more confusion, always persistent and annoying, remote knowledge of the world is like fireworks, and the stars are like heaven。

The young man looked at the starry sky, feeling the softness of the ribbon and the warmth of the bamboo flute, and his heart became more and more calm and confident, because the two things had long been one with himself and would never be separated.

The boy turned and walked towards his residence, his back fading away in the night, the night was still mild, but the night seemed to be particularly quiet, and it seemed to be particularly long.