I hit Jiangnan and walked through,

The face of the season is like the blossoming of a lotus flower. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The east wind does not come, and the catkins in March do not fly.

Your heart is a little lonely city,

Just like the bluestone streets are late,

The sound of feet is not loud, and the spring curtain of March is not revealed.

Your heart is a little window closed,

The sound of my clattering horses' hooves is a beautiful mistake,

I'm not a returner, I'm a passerby.

Jin Ye has always been lonely, he has the ability to travel through time and space, but it is precisely because of this that Jin Ye is just a passerby to all the worlds, you come, you leave again, that's it.

The evening breeze blew lightly, bringing up a strand of hair in front of Jin Ye's forehead, Jin Ye hated cutting hair, after all, in modern men, long hair is at most avant-garde, but in the cultivation world, cutting hair is different, if it is not a monk, then it must be a demon. Jin Ye still has to go back after all.

Standing on the roof of the orphanage, looking up at the starry sky, this is where Jin Ye comes every day. For two years, the wind and rain have not stopped. Two years ago, Tang Zichen left, leaving behind a copy of "National Art Record", and then Wang Chao also had to establish his own power. The only one left here was Jin Ye.

The orphanage was brightly lit, and it was time for dinner just now, and there were always some small games and activities after the meal, and from time to time there was laughter like silver bells.

Jin Ye's heart is very calm at this moment, just like this calm moonlight, at this moment, Jin Ye seems to be isolated from this noisy world, all the honor and disgrace seem to have disappeared, only Jin Ye is left, facing his heart alone, all the cover-ups are gone, only can he face the torture in his heart, and understand him, so that he can be regarded as sincere.

Jin Ye moved, his toes lightly touched the ground of the cement floor, and a force was transmitted to the ground, splashing a drop of water on the railing, Jin Ye flicked it lightly with his fingers, and the air fluctuated, and the water droplet was actually hit by Jin Ye's finger force in the air, and splashed directly on a wooden board in the distance, and the force on the water droplet actually passed through the wooden board, knocking a spider lying on the back of the wooden board away and falling into the dust。。。。。。。

A few years ago, Jin Ye left alone for a period of time, but the orphanage was made by Jin Ye for a long time, and he almost called the police. Jin Ye ran away from home without saying a word, what was going on? People who don't know still think that the orphanage abused children and caused children to run away!

At that time, Jin Ye came to the beach, holding a large ball of lead and mercury of 360 catties in his arms, rotating at the bottom of the sea, practicing to the end, boxing at the bottom of the sea, like a swimming fish, without the slightest resistance to the water, but on land, he regarded the air as flowing water, and every move and style had the strength of being as calm as a reef. After coming back, Jin Ye quickly practiced kung fu to the perfection of Bao Dan, but it was difficult to feel a breakthrough in a short period of time.

Jin Ye was originally going to go upstairs tonight to practice the national arts, as the saying goes: the song does not leave the mouth, and the fist does not leave the hand. Jin Ye understands that compared with others, he lacks a lot of actual combat, although Jin Ye often goes to some boxing gyms to watch and learn, but this does not make up for this awareness between life and death. Jin Ye understood that the reason why he could cultivate the national art so quickly was mainly because of his physical strength and the reason for his last epiphany. But I never thought that the opportunity would come quietly here.

Jin Ye slowly played Tai Chi, but his mind was getting clearer and clearer. When Jin Ye hit his hand slowly, he felt a strange soft feeling around him.

Gradually, as he played, the air around him seemed to turn into flowing seawater, and the extremely strong pressure tightly wrapped his whole body, every inch of skin, every inch of pores, making him completely breathless.

"Peerless people, peerless people, heavenly people are only found in mercury. ”

Suddenly, such a sentence in the Fist Sutra flashed in Jin Ye's head.

Celestial beings, that is, breathing. The union of man and heaven and earth, most notably with every breath.

Mercury, in boxing terminology, refers to movement.

The meaning of this boxing sutra is that in the process of practicing boxing, you should be careful, cut off your breath, and then look for breath in the exercise with the performance of the boxing frame.

Jin Ye's hands drew a circle every time, and his whole body shrank one by one with the gesture, opening and closing, just like breathing through his mouth and nose.

With a punch, the pores of his whole body loosened, and Jin Ye's skin turned red all over his body, as if blood was about to spurt out of the pores. Suddenly, with another fist, the pores of the whole body were tightly brushed and closed, high and convex, green tendons appeared, and the whole body was blue and black.

"Whew"!

"Suck"!

A steady breath came from Jin Ye's mouth and nose, punching and exhaling, closing his fist and inhaling.

As he exhaled and inhaled, his pores opened and closed more and more violently.

At the end of the day, every exhale opens the pores, and the pores are like boiling water, and the water mist is hot.

If there was someone next to him at this time, he would find that Jin Ye seemed to have a thin white mist all over his body.

That's sweat, under the action of muscle and heart strength, directly turned into water vapor and rises.

People who are physically strong, after exercising violently in the winter, sweat on their heads will be steaming, and white gas will also come out in a very short time.

But Jin Ye is pores all over his body, all steaming.

And his body is not moving violently, fighting slowly, only relying on the opening and closing of pores, evenly steaming out mist.

"Breathing from the clouds and mist of all 84,000 pores is the true breath of the spirit, and it is difficult to enter its path without true transmission, and it is difficult to reach it without perseverance. ”

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration occurred in Jin Ye's mind: What is the purpose of practicing national art by himself?

It's for being strong, no longer living like a dog, it's for protecting, so that the people I care about won't fall into the Yellow Spring, and it's for immortality, so that heaven and earth can understand my will from now on. Jin Ye thought firmly in his heart.

Gradually, a thin qi rose from Jin Ye's body and spread all over his body, just like the legendary Gang Qi. But it was Jin Ye who was able to face his heart, and finally realized what the way of sincerity was, which can be known in advance. And with this, he broke through to Gangjin.

Jin Ye opened his eyes, looked at the starry sky, and sighed in his heart, it took three years to finally break through to Gangjin, but unfortunately, the so-called broken void, seeing that God is not bad, Jin Ye still has no clue. Sighing, maybe it's time to return, passers-by are still passers-by after all.