In the blink of an eye, another month has passed, Li Dao has been coming to Si Ming Island for half a year, and now it is late autumn, the green verdant has begun to yellow, and the bleak smell with a hint of desolation permeates the whole world.

Li Dao's bone wounds and meridians have been completely healed, only the sea of knowledge is closed, otherwise he can recover all his cultivation, this situation he knows very well, unless there is a monk with extremely high cultivation to help him defeat the energy of the seal, or find that special elixir that can break through the sea of knowledge, there is no other way.

However, Li Dao is not discouraged, he has experienced the horror of life and death, he has experienced the taste of cripplement, he has tasted the bitterness of this world, and he has been lucky to survive, what else does he want?

As the saying goes: if you don't die in a big disaster, you will have a blessing!

Since he Li Dao didn't die under such circumstances, it must be that God didn't give up on him, and the cultivator took his life from the sky, practiced against the sky, and the loss of cultivation was just an insignificant bump in the road.

He believed that one day, he would resume his cultivation, although this day would be late, maybe ten, twenty, thirty years, but he waited for it, experienced the process of refining his heart, tasted the warmth and coldness of the world, he was not the down-and-out prince who was expelled from the palace back then, nor was he an immature teenager, but a person who had been struggling on the path of cultivation for many years.

Life and death are downbeat, and if you don't accept it, you will do it!

It doesn't matter, he sees very openly, he has lived for more than 100 years, and it is enough. If he can go further, he will cherish it, and if he is doomed, then it is better to go to Huangquan to accompany his parents.

He hasn't seen his parents for many years, he misses it very much, the loneliness in his heart is something that no one can understand, he even deliberately forgets those memories, but people always have seven emotions and six desires, even if he has a hard heart, he has experienced bloody wind and rain over the years, every stormy night, he will think of that blurred face, once lovingly called him, Dao'er, Dao'er....

Li Dao actually misses his mother's embrace very much, only there is the warmest.

Cultivation is too lonely, this loneliness is not understood, in the envious eyes of mortals, no one understands that kind of loneliness can be compared to the sun and the moon, and they can only live and struggle by themselves forever.

Even sometimes, such a thought arises, even if you cultivate to the same life of heaven and earth, what is the point, watching familiar people and familiar relatives leave one by one, leaving yourself alone to meet the years, repeating day after day, is it really the original intention?

In fact, in the end, every cultivator's heart will be filled with regrets, regrets about why he embarked on the path of cultivation in the first place. It's just that at that time, I had gone too far, and when I looked back at the past, I realized that some things were irreplaceable for endless longevity.

Li Dao these days, the most felt is these things, or there have been regrets, sighs, and sadness, but in any case, there is only one real reason, the living will continue to walk, there is no reason.

The only reason is that it really comes to the end of life, and it all ends.

Life and death are just like that, it seems that everything is very light, and there is no longer the same restlessness in my heart as before.

On the contrary, he enjoyed his life in Huling Village, watching the islanders fish at sunrise and return at dusk, chatting with each other about the length of their families, the difficulties of life, and how difficult life was.

Watching them eat coarse tea and light rice, wear coarse cloth clothes, and make a living with difficulty, but their faces are always smiling with satisfaction, in the afterglow, when they come home, light the oil lamp, smoke rises, and the family eats, full of joy and happiness.

Li Dao felt the same way, this feeling was something he had not experienced before, it was very warm and enviable.

This also made him understand that the length of life is noble in terms of longevity, and living under firewood, rice, oil and salt is actually very short.

Unconsciously, he has become accustomed to this kind of life, and it seems that it is not bad.

The days passed like this, it was very dull, repeating the same content every day, Li Dao completely integrated himself into it, and also regarded himself as a member of Huling Village, and there were not too many ideas of cultivation in his mind.

It seems that he thinks of himself as an ordinary person, a mortal.

It is precisely that this state of mind that realizes the ordinary and precious, and feels the lights of thousands of homes, is inadvertently in line with the nature of the way of heaven, and his state of mind is gradually growing unconsciously, reaching a height that has never been seen before.

When one day Li Dao can break the seal, his cultivation will improve at an incredible speed, and he will realize the extraordinary from the ordinary, which is actually what the cultivators call refining the mind, and doing nothing is promising, and many people don't understand this.

And those who understand this have fallen into it, wandering in it, without the slightest notice of it.

Or to put it another way, this is a kind of realm that people dream of in cultivating immortals, entering the Tao.

Li Dao has already entered the Tao.

On this day, Li Dao sat outside the door, Zhu Dahai stood aside, and the two looked at the big cow in the yard with their eyes intently, the former was indifferent, and the latter looked very solemn.

As the name suggests, the big bull man is as strong as a calf, tall and large, with a naked upper body, and the knotted muscles exude a masculine beauty, as if every inch of muscle contains the power of explosion.

At this time, the big bull is practicing a set of boxing techniques "haha-hum", sometimes quiet as a virgin, sometimes moving like a rabbit, or masculine, or feminine, sometimes as agile as an ape, sometimes as clumsy as an elephant, looking extremely funny and weird.

However, it seems that Da Niu is very skillful and serious.

Sweating all over his body, the white air rose up, proving that he was practicing very hard and was not lazy.

"Huh!"

The big bull suddenly shouted, spit out a mist like a white arrow from his mouth, and slammed a punch into the air of the big tree in front of him, the fist was fierce, as if it was about to break the big tree in the air.

However, what disappointed him was that after the punch was blasted, the big tree shook for a while, except for a few leaves that fell, but it was not damaged at all, and the big cow's face suddenly became extremely ugly, frozen there, and seemed to be very puzzled.

"Da Niu, you have been practicing this set of Yang Minggang for three years, why can't you still achieve the unity of fist strength, how can you achieve strength in this way, my Zhu family's Nine Dragons Palm Method, you won't be able to comprehend!"

Zhu Dahai scolded loudly, very angry, and seemed to hate iron and steel.

Da Niu's face was very self-reproachful, and he didn't dare to speak at all, leaving two lines of tears in his eyes.

He also didn't understand why at the last moment, he couldn't unify his inner strength and send it out along the meridians.

"You're still crying, manly man, what are you crying about! Guy who has no interest, I think that back then, I was the ancestor of the Zhu family, a monk, and I survived by turning my fate, and in the end I didn't achieve hegemony, drove the Tartars out of the Central Plains, and returned my Han family. What kind of courage and arrogance this is, as a descendant of the Zhu family, you cry at every turn, what is it like, Taizu Quanxia learned that the descendants were so twisted, and he had to die of anger!"

Zhu Dahai said angrily, he loves and hates, on the one hand, he feels sorry for his son, and on the other hand, he also hates iron and steel.

With such qualifications, he can't even practice his strength, how can he plead with Li Dao in the future......

Li Dao patted Zhu Dahai on the shoulder, nodded at him, and signaled him not to blame Da Niu.

Then he walked up to the big bull, beckoned to him, motioned for him to follow, and then walked out, came to a wet piece of dirt, picked up a branch, and made a few strokes on the soil, and a simple zazen statue appeared on the ground.

Li Dao pointed to the big cow, and then pointed to the portrait on the ground, and motioned for the big cow to sit down cross-legged.

Da Niu's face was full of puzzlement, but he still sat down cross-legged according to his words and meditated like a Taoist priest. After seeing Da Niu sit down, Li Dao pointed to his eyes, then closed his eyes, then opened them, and motioned for him to close his eyes.

Although Da Niu was very puzzled in his heart, he closed his eyes very honestly, and as soon as he sat down for tea, an impatient look appeared on his face, and his body began to move, as if he was very restless.

At this time, Li Dao flicked his sleeves, a gust of wind swept by, and Da Niu's head only felt a burst of coolness, it seemed that all those distracting thoughts were gone, very quiet, very enjoyable in such a state, completely settled.

Zhu Dahai walked over at this time and asked, "This is meditation, could it be that there is some mystery?"

Li Dao nodded with a smile and wrote a few words on the ground: "God can't gather, and strength can't be kept!"

Zhu Dahai seemed to be thoughtful, and said: "Are you saying that Da Niu's divine will is very weak, and it can't drive internal strength, so it can't agree, so it can't turn into strength?"

Li Daohan smiled and nodded.

With his cultivation, his divine consciousness has been paying attention to the big cow, and of course he can see what is wrong.

To be honest, this set of boxing techniques is considered a good foundation among mortals, but it is also very difficult to control, and the qualifications are almost impossible to control.

Not to mention the genius, the innate soul is strong, the spirit is abnormally condensed, and it is not very difficult to control. But a teenager like Da Niu is not very qualified, and it is very difficult to practice.

If you want to turn your strength, you must refine your spirit, only when your spirit is strong and condensed, you can always control your internal strength, otherwise you will be like a big bull, at the last moment, your spirit will be poor and your internal strength will collapse.

It is precisely because of this that the big bull has never been able to turn his strength.

Zhu Dahai didn't know this, he only knew that it was useless to let Da Niu practice boxing, but he didn't know that it was useless, if the spirit was not condensed, the stronger the internal strength cultivation, the more difficult it was to control.

"I've been taught, it seems that I taught the wrong method before, and I blamed Da Niu for it!"

Zhu Dahai solemnly made a big bow to Li Dao, his face full of shame.

At the same time, I also felt great emotion in my heart, it seems that it was right to save Li Dao at the beginning, just with today's random point, Da Niu has suffered infinite benefits, and can't help but be more and more respectful to Li Dao.

Sure enough, after meditating like this for three days, with the help of Li Dao, Da Niu settled down very deeply every time, and his spirit was thoroughly condensed, and he was a lot stronger.

Da Niu couldn't help crying with joy, and couldn't help but run to Li Dao and knelt down, kowtowing a few times. 、

Zhu Dahai had a smile on his face, revealing the appearance of a son.

At this time, suddenly an uninvited guest appeared at the door, a familiar voice, and said unceremoniously: "It seems that this place is lively, you might as well talk about any happy events, I am also happy!"

Yan Tutuo appeared at the door, carrying a white sword case, and smiled coldly.