Chapter 6 On the path of cultivation, there is no one to accompany you

Somewhere in the world, there was an old man with gray hair.

The old man, though full of gorgeous hair, was tall and kind, and he slowly stroked his gray beard with one hand, and spoke slowly.

In front of the old man, there was a little girl with a red face, the little girl was wearing two pigtails, with big eyes, and her eyes seemed to be full of stars.

She clenched her small fists and stared at the old man in a daze, listening to the old man's words, and nodding her head like a chicken pecking rice from time to time. The old man's eyes were loving, and the old man's low and slow voice slowly came out of the old man's mouth:

"That girl, you have to listen carefully, it's rare that you are so interested today, that old man, I will tell you today, what is, the way of cultivation. ”

However, the old man didn't have a mind to say what he knew, he had to confirm whether his little granddaughter was just a whim. So the old man spoke:

"The cultivation of my generation of monks is the most important thing, and being able to have the physique to perceive a heaven and earth is the beginning of cultivation, and among the millions of people in the world, only a few people can perceive this heaven and earth, and the cultivation is harsh and cruel.

People who live in this world call the realm of perceiving heaven and earth the realm of perceiving the realm of perception, and those who perceive the realm can easily feel things that they cannot see or hear, such as ......" The old man paused, paused, and slowly added:

"Man's killing intent. ”

Speaking of this, the old man secretly glanced at his precious granddaughter, and found that the little girl's face was as usual, and she still looked serious, and she was a little relieved, so she stopped tempting, cleared her throat, and began to look serious.

The old man sorted out his thoughts slightly, looked up at the clouds in the sky, and practiced in the world.

"Perception Realm, Open Source Realm, Imperial Qi Realm......"

The old man's voice was full of vicissitudes of life.

"There are many realms of cultivation, which can be divided into three realms: perception, open source, and imperial qi. ”

"A monk enters the realm of perception, it is only a qualification, if a monk of my generation can only perceive heaven and earth and has nothing else to do, then he can never be called a monk, the realm of perception perceives this heaven and earth, and then after seeing this heaven and earth, he can enter the next realm, and after successfully entering the next realm, he can be called a monk.

However, there is still a saying between this realm of perception and the next realm. The old man smiled:

"There is a gap between this realm of perception and the next realm. ”

When the little girl heard this, her face was full of puzzlement, and she pouted and asked, "What is the gap, grandpa?"

The old man met his baby granddaughter for the first time listening to his own words so seriously, in the past, the old man spoke, often just at the beginning of the words, the little girl slipped away, today I listened so carefully, I can still ask after listening, but it is rare. So the old man was very happy.

"Because different people perceive different worlds. The old man then explained:

"Some people can perceive the next realm in a year and a half, and some people can't touch a trace in thirty or fifty years, and some of them are ......"

"They can sense the next open source realm, but they are not in a hurry to enter the open source realm. ”

When the little girl heard this, she had another question: "That... That... So why are they not in a hurry when they finally sense it? Aren't you afraid of forgetting?" the little girl shook her head.

She spoke intermittently, happily and excitedly.

The little girl was unusually because she had met someone today, someone she liked very much, so she felt that she should know about it, because in this way, at least one step closer to the big white-haired brother.

"What do you think, girl, what do you think? The old man asked about the little girl instead.

"I don't know what those people think, but if I practice, I will feel this heaven and earth well, and feel the sky, white clouds, flowers and plants of this heaven and earth, and if it is pleasing to the eye, then I will practice, and if it is not pleasing to the eye, then I will not practice. The little girl puffed out her cheeks, and when she said the last word, she was furious.

She has been pampered since she was a child, and when she talks about willful words, she is always used to puffing out her cheeks.

"Hahaha, then according to you, wouldn't this weather depend on your face. The old man laughed heartily and looked at his little granddaughter, and he was very happy. At the same time, the old man is also very proud, his little granddaughter, not following the crowd, although willful but able to think, in the old man's opinion, it is very good.

"It's worthy of my granddaughter, girl, if you practice in the future, you must not forget what you just said. ”

"Hmm!" the little girl nodded heavily. He asked again, "Grandpa, what is the open source you just mentioned?" The little girl's two small fists were still clenched tightly, and her face was full of anticipation.

The old man sold a pass, signaled the little girl not to worry, and then spoke slowly:

"Open source is the source of human life. ”

"Ordinary people have a lifespan of about one jiazi, and those who are physically healthy are only twenty or thirty years at most. The open source realm is the source of life, that is, all the vitality of people is consumed, regardless of the cost, to stimulate their own body. The old man looked a little more serious, and looked at the little girl again.

The little girl also looked serious, but there was not the slightest panic or timidity in her onyx-like eyes.

"Open source at the cost of vitality is the qualitative transformation of human veins, bones, and flesh and blood. The monks of the Open Source Realm, the weakest, are also stronger than the strongest martial artists in the world. And the gap is more than just a slight. ”

"A monk in the Open Source Realm, as long as he has one breath in his chest, he can travel two hundred and sixty miles in the world. The old man spoke of the monk's goodness, with a look of obvious pride.

"And what about the price?" said the little girl, tilting her head.

The old man looked at his granddaughter, he was not a twister, since his granddaughter asked, then he would definitely answer.

"People with good talent can spend a few years or more than ten years of life to succeed in open source and enter the open source realm. The ...... with poor talent" The old man paused, "Those with poor talent spend decades open source, and when they are successfully open-sourced, there are no years left to live." The old man sighed.

"There are even more people in the open source realm, who have exhausted their lifespan and cannot open source. ”

The little girl frowned: "Then it's starting to open source, if you don't think you can't do it, can't you stop?"

"After perceiving the realm, enter the open source, open source, and cannot be returned. The old man said quietly.

"Forcibly opened the origin of life, how can you stop if you want to, this is like killing a chicken to take eggs, it is easy to break, but it is difficult to repair. ”

"If the monks of the world start to open source, there are only two results, either success or death. ”

The little girl reasoned and spoke slowly: "The vast majority of people in the world can't meet the conditions of open source, and those who meet the conditions of open source may also spend decades because of their poor talent, so it is possible that they have successfully opened source, and there is not much of life left." Is that so? Grandpa. ”

The old man did not speak, but nodded.

But the little girl was stuck in thinking, she always felt that there was something missing here, suddenly, the little girl patted her head and asked happily:

"Since the cultivation of open source is to sacrifice Shouyuan to strengthen himself, but since the cultivator is admired by the world, it should not be so unbearable, there must be some way, right?" The little girl's eyes are really big, and the two cupola pigtails are swaying around with the little girl's head, which is very interesting.

The old man raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

"Girl, when did you become so smart?"

When the little girl heard this, she was angry. He rushed to the old man with his teeth and claws, grabbed the old man's gray beard and dragged him down. The old man was reluctant to fight, and he was reluctant to push his granddaughter. With a bitter face, while thinking in his heart why he wanted to provoke this little ancestor with more mouths, he had to let her drag and jump around like this.

"Heaven and earth are the same to men, and if you take something, you will give it. ”

Since the old man had no choice, he had no choice but to continue. Anyway, this granddaughter of her own family is in a hurry for a while, and being angry is no exception.

"After the open source, it is the realm of imperial qi, a royal qi of one's own destiny. Second, the qi of heaven and earth. ”

"This natal qi refers to the natal qi that was born in the tendons, qi sea, and bones of people after the source of the source, and everyone's natal qi is different, just like everyone's appearance, it is different, so some monks can recognize people by perceiving the breath of others. ”

"This natal qi is not only to warm the body of the monk, but also to nourish the source, that is, the way to replenish the source, with the growth of the longevity of the imperial qi realm, the longevity lost when the source is opened, not only can it be replenished, but the lifespan will also increase......

......

The old man was telling his granddaughter word by word what cultivation was, and the little girl who was already sitting on the old man's shoulder looked into the distance, and the old man did not stop and continued to speak. This old and young, the voice gently drifted between the heavens and the earth.

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There is a sea of eastern green soaring between the sky and white clouds, passing through the clouds and skimming the surface of the lake. Fly over the cliff where an old man and a young man stand, and fly over the courtyard where a beautiful young man with closed eyes looks at the sky.

Haidong's blue and golden eyes overlooked everything on this land without the slightest emotion. Until, in its eyes, a white-haired teenager appeared.

The white-haired boy noticed the gaze, turned his head, and looked at the eagle across the blue sky.