The warm summer sun hung on the branches, and Nian An in the room was sitting at the bedside and carefully holding a booklet and copying the sword in his hand.

The boy writes very seriously, and wants to restore the beauty and ugliness of the debut Tibetan font as much as possible and all the charm. He wasn't really good at it, but he gritted his teeth and kept clumsily trying, and sweat slipped down the broken hair around his ears and into the young man's neckline.

In the past two days, he has almost recovered. As the scab on the chest fell little by little, revealing some fresh polyps with pink inside.

Although his health improved, Qiuqiu still did not allow him to step out of the small world in this house.

The girl's reason is also very simple.

"Yu Daochang said that you can only get out of bed in half a month, and you have already sat up in advance, so you must not get an inch in advance. ”

Hearing this, Nian An felt slightly strange in his heart. He could faintly feel that Qiuqiu actually hated Yu Daochang a little, but every time the two of them talked about what Yu Daochang said, this girl admired him tightly.

What a contradiction......

It should have been a week since Daoist Yu left Qu Bai, and in the past few days, Nian An's heart has gradually revealed a mixture of helplessness and panic, but he has put most of his hope for changing his life on Daochang.

I'm still waiting for the guidance of the Taoist Chief, and he just left, and I don't know how long it will take to come back.

Change your life, change your life, how do you want to change your life?

This question is not difficult, and the young man has also thought about some clues in the past few days. The secret of his change of life must have been hidden behind the darkness in his heart.

In other words, it has something to do with the white floc that is always erratic.

Thinking of the white flocculent, there seemed to be a faint pain in Nian'an's chest. He carefully stroked his chest and put down the blue book in his hand.

Recalling the gains and losses he had learned in the Daozang in the past few days, he not only tried to integrate the method of breathing into his breath and began to practice, but also memorized the content of the first five pages again.

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However, unlike the last practice, this time Nian An, in addition to writing down the contents of the Daozang itself, put more energy into carefully studying the different notes from his predecessors in the first five pages.

In the meantime, there was a small character written with a fine brush that attracted his attention the most.

This passage is in the gap between the four or five pages of the book. It is probably very old, and the surface of the font is extremely blurry. The boy had to keep his eyes open and neatly transcribe this text to a small book he had prepared.

The world is stupid!

This first line of words was shocking to read, this person was so angry.

Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are dogs!

Which flood is not dredged by ourselves.

The time the mountains collapsed, we didn't move them ourselves.

But the people of the world have to attribute human beings to heavenly miracles.

Interestingly, the heavens treat us like this, but the group of cultivators who claim to be the closest to heaven and earth have to divide their own people into those who cultivate the five elements and those who cultivate the patriarchal law according to the instructions of the heavens. If you want me to say, it makes no difference between those who spit fire, those who spew water, those who grow grass, those who make stones, those who make alchemy, and those who ask for money, those who ask for meditation, those who participate in meditation, those who fly swords, those who cultivate the body, and even those who seek enlightenment like me.

Everyone in the world is vying for your family's high martial arts to come to my family's low, and those who cultivate flowing water involuntarily want to look down at the fire spitting......

His eyes were raised, and he became more and more humble when he looked at the builders standing below them.

I think it's all fart.

There is no nobility in strength, only the human heart.

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In my opinion, instead of everyone fighting each other like this, why don't you try to fight that God. Look at how many people in this heaven and earth, where the axe is slashed, and they are unwilling to be slaves of this evil sky.

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All things have the same origin, and they stop at one force - nameless

Nian An held his breath and read this note. Unfortunately, it seemed that there was not enough space, and the author's pen had to struggle in anger at the bottom of the page, and there were some unwilling ink stains stuck to the side.

Flipping through the pages of the book in his hand, Nian An couldn't help muttering in his heart: "It's rare that Daoist Yu wants to teach him that the way to change his life is cultivation?"

What is cultivation and what is a practitioner?

These things are probably only living in biographies and stories from the mouths of storytellers.

The young man once heard that there are nine heavens and nine eons in this world, and every time a practitioner ascends to one eon, it can be regarded as stepping forward on the path of cultivation.

Nian An flipped the book towards the sixth page, which actually had an introduction to the practice as well.

If you want to practice, you must first guard your heart, and only after you keep your heart can you return to the Yuan, and if you return to the Yuan, you can be regarded as a true practitioner.

After returning to the Yuan, the practitioner can start to practice the tribulation, and after the tribulation, he can choose to ascend the tribulation or retain the current realm.

The difficulty of ascending to the catastrophe is also ten deaths and half lives. You don't see many cultivators, who are all wiped out in the Heavenly Tribulation!

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"Hey...... After changing it back and forth, it's still dead. Nian An clutched his chest and sighed impatiently.

There are many cultivators in this world, but even those who have only stepped on the first tribulation are very few. Those sons of the family, the power of cultivation and the death of here, how can their body survive the catastrophe.

The boy's thoughts flew into the distance, and his face was a little sullen.

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"Tweet ......"

Qiuqiu's panting sound sounded outside the house, and the girl was struggling to carry a sack of red and bright blessing knots from the courtyard of Nian'an's house.

The girl looked up and saw Nian'an's expression, and wanted to comfort him, "I've been bored for so long, and you'll be fine in two days, do you want to follow me to the temple fair to have a look?"

Nian An held the sword in his hand as if it had sunk a little, and hid it a little, slightly deflated.

However, at the thought of finally being able to walk out of this room tomorrow, the boy nodded quickly.

"Go ahead. ”

"Are you still reading the book that the Taoist left you?"

"Hmm...... Just take a casual look. ”

"Hmph...... Casually to...... The work was neat enough to copy all the pages into the notebook......? You tell me, are you learning to practice with Yu Dao Elder?"

The young man was stunned, but a little smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he suddenly realized that this should be a reason that looked excellent and could overpower the word change of life.

He blushed, bit his lip and nodded, a little red on the tips of his ears.

"Why are you nervous, are you lying to me?"

Nian An's face tightened and she closed her mouth in embarrassment.

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In the small forest more than ten miles outside Qubai City, the Taoist was carrying a light yellow package for the rest of his life, holding the black umbrella in his right hand and shaking his head towards the trough pool hidden in the woods.

It stands to reason that the person should have gone away, but in the past few days, he still chose to stay by the Wei River and wander around Qubai City, as if he was looking for something.

"Looking at it closely, it is written, Qin Xianglian is thirty-two years old, and the lawsuit against the court is Ma Lang, deceiving the emperor and hiding from the emperor, and the repentant man recruits the east bed......"

Yu Sheng turned the tune in his mouth and hummed the song he learned from the little lady yesterday, and took out the black umbrella on his back and covered it above his head, as if he wanted to cover the sun above his head.

Someone came from the other side of the woods.

Mr. Shi Xin, Wei Guangming, with his hands behind his back, slowly walked on the bluestone road full of light spots among the trees.

He had just gone to sit at the house of an old friend outside the city for a while, and seemed to think that the sun was good today, so he drove the coachman and the family back, and insisted that he should walk more than ten miles to return to Qubai by himself.

Come closer

There was no expression on Mr. Wei's solemn face. He looked up and saw Yu Daoren passing by with an umbrella on the opposite side, singing a little song.

Mr. Shi Xin gently tapped the "human words" that had been pinched behind his back in a regular manner.

The wind and sun were beautiful above their heads, and cicadas sounded in the distant mountains.

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Yu Dao pursed his lips, crooked, and leaned out slightly.

Mr. Wei tilted his head to the side and moved three feet inward.

The black umbrella with a long crack ripped at the edge.

This man spoke in the world, and half a page of ink-scented paper fell in the middle.

The Taoist travels far away.

Stone Heart turned back.

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