After a night of hard work, Zhou Bai thoroughly understood the embarrassment of the "Perception Flow", although the "Data Flow" was criticized a lot, what the upper limit was low, the move was stiff, and the force was low. But there is a progress bar in the flow of human data! Even if it is full of a million points, you can only increase a little at a time, and you can at least see your own growth. And the flow of perception, without a long cycle span, can not see their own progress at all. A night passed, Zhou Bai completely entered the state of Haoran, copying Gu Xizhi's words but did not find any progress, practicing words does need to be practiced hard, and Zhou Bai came into contact with Lanruo Temple, Judge Shen and Wang Chen, and found that he had pierced the window paper of mortal ghosts and gods, and truly entered this world where ghosts and monsters are rampant.

What you need most is time and encouragement. As with serialization, the author's motivation to move forward is the daily increase in the number of words in the work, and the little increase in the number of clicks and recommended votes. From 3,000 to 10,000, and then more and more, these are the progress bars of the practice.

I can't see any increased clicks every day, and the recommendation votes are all voted for by myself, and no matter how much blood I have, it will cool down.

The state of Haoran Realm can simulate this page of righteous qi song written by Gu Xizhi, which is indeed empty and has its own shape, and it cannot give more Haoran righteousness on it. It should still be a lack of self-cultivation, after all, it is a quick Haoran realm. It is still necessary to start with the words first, and only by carrying the Tao with the words can the greater power of the righteous song be exerted. Zhou Baixin said.

The orange sun was already lit up outside the window, and Zhou Bai turned his head to rest. I slept until noon and woke up, and after eating the lunch that was delivered, I was told that Second Sister Du had gone out and would not return for a few days. Seeing the old housekeeper stroking his beard and smiling, Zhou Bai seemed to understand something. Looking up at the sky, the general trend of the original green gas attached to the white gas in the house is changing, and the green gas representing the Du family is dissolving in the white gas that represents the family's care, and when it is completely dissolved in the white gas, I am afraid that the second sister Du will be changed to sister-in-law.

There has been no change for several years, and now there has been a great change, presumably what did Wang Chen say to Second Sister Du yesterday? Zhou Bai secretly speculated.

It's just that I don't know what this Wang Chen clan is hiding, it turns out that yesterday in Wang Chen's qi changes, I felt that she was hiding it! It's not lying, if she lies in front of Haoran's qi, she will definitely feel something. But if you hide it, the sense is not so sensitive. So Zhou Bai deliberately said that he would delay his departure for a few days, and Wang Chen was not anxious and agreed directly. And Second Sister Du may be out of trust in her sisters and trust in Gu Xizhi, so she did not question the dialogue between Wang and Zhou.

That's it, let's leave things aside for the time being, let's take a good look around Jinling City in the next few days! Zhou Bai went out with nothing to do and planned to enjoy the beautiful scenery of Jinling.

A plain gown, the folding fan of Gu Xizhi's book, the extraordinary temperament came to the face, climbed Zhongshan and looked at Jinling, took out his little donkey, and walked leisurely on the North District Avenue with clanging clanging pedestrians. The relationship between Zhou Bai and the donkey is gradually harmonious, at least don't have to sit down carefully and don't dare to move, from time to time take out the wine given by the housekeeper when he leaves, take a sip, pass through the North District, pass by the original clean street scene of the West Market has become bustling, pedestrians rub shoulders one after another, the bargaining sound of the south and north tones on both sides is endless, a five-storey story building covering an area of thousands of square meters stands at the intersection of the West City and the North District, and the two couplets at the door are obviously from the pen of Gu Xizhi, "A story and a glass of wine, a few joys and many sorrows." A stone slab relief in front of the door tells the story of a storyteller, and there is a saying that "the storyteller sighs that the old things in the world are like a tide, and the joys and sorrows of the bookteller are just a pot of new tea." "I guess Gu Xizhi, who collected the story, also felt it deeply.

Zhou Bai went out of the city to the west, the grass grew and the warbler flew in early summer, the river flowed, accompanied by the river draining the moat, there were many old people fishing here by the river, not asking for much harvest. Only for fishing and self-cultivation.

Zhou Bai went along with the river, yesterday the housekeeper has told him that if you want to go to Zhongshan, you can go out of the city along the river, you can go to the foot of Zhongshan, this is the most favorite route of Jinling literati and ink writers, recently there are many poetry meetings in Zhongshan, pedestrians can participate.

Zhou Bai knew that his stomach was empty, and it was okay to plagiarize the poems of his predecessors, but he could write poems by himself and pull out a few lines of limerick poems at most, so he politely refused several waves of scholars who came to invite him on the road. I didn't meet the mean literati who came to provoke, but I don't know how many people wanted to scold him for pretending to be forced by Gu Xizhi's folding fan in his hand, since Gu Xizhi was dismissed, his calligraphy is even more rare, but there are a lot of pirated copies of the calligraphy circulated in the market, which scholar present has not copied Gu everyone's words, and most of the people who went out to organize a poetry meeting are the second generation of Wen and the rich second generation. Especially in a place like Jinling, if you don't know the details of the other party, you can't just build a beam, and harmony is the reason for long-term prosperity.

So they saw that Zhou Bai had an extraordinary temperament, and with the folding fan that took care of him, they knew that this person's origin must be extraordinary, so they were politely rejected and did not come forward to find trouble. Zhou Bai is really poor and white, and there is only one system that they don't even have a concept of, if they find two ruffians casually, they can beat Zhou Bai violently.

Today is catching up with the good weather, look up, the sky is cloudless, blue like washing, Zhou Bai through the layers of forest flowers and plants, with countless passing women sent by the autumn waves, came to the top of the mountain, the top of the mountain is slightly flat, there are five small pavilions distributed in five directions, all have been occupied, or tea and Taoism, or drinking and dining, or female dependents to go green, or chanting poems and words.

Only the square pavilion in the middle is only one person sitting alone, and the bright red shadow comes into view, but it is a woman in red who is over her early twenties, heroic posture, black hair shawl, pressing a sword with a whole body red as blood without a sheath, her body is condensed, and she is full of anger, almost rising into the sky. In the eyes of a spiritually sensitive cultivator, the more you can feel the power of this woman. Zhou Bai's body shook, and there seemed to be an inexplicable attraction that made him unable to take his eyes off it, and he stepped forward lightly.

A fire mark between her eyebrows, her eyes slightly closed, as if she felt someone approaching, the woman opened her eyes, her sword eyes were like light and electricity, and they looked directly at Zhou Bai's eyes, and the two looked at each other. Zhou Bai instantly saw the sword light piercing through the stratus clouds, and then the stratus clouds gathered again, and even turned into purple thunder surging, netting the giant sword, and the giant sword struggled. An old man with white beard and white hair was out of his body, several feet long, stretched out his thin hands, tore the power grid, and for a while the lightning flashed, and the Yuan Shen Festival collapsed, and the old man endured the severe pain, and continued to tear the power grid against the collapse, the Yuan Shen became more and more thin, and the giant sword seemed to have a premonition of something, emitting a sword roar like a mournful roar, breaking through the power grid limit, turning into a four-foot long sword and flying in front of the old man, the old man's expression was relieved and relieved, and he said something to the long sword, the long sword screamed, the old man Yuan Shen collapsed, and sat on the spot!

Zhou Bai took two steps back, only to feel confused. Calm down and about to move forward, the woman suddenly stood up, looked into the distance, held the long sword in her hand, and the sword qi was not released, just waiting for a thunderous blow to shake the heavens and the earth. Zhou Bai frowned, feeling several murderous auras coming from afar, covering the sky and the sun as if he was looking for something, and glancing at the woman, Zhou Bai understood that it must have something to do with her. Originally, he was a stranger and should not interfere in this matter, but the woman was full of evil but had no bloody intentions, and he couldn't help but intervene if there was an attraction in his heart.

Zhou Bai walked into the pavilion, ignoring the woman's puzzled expression, picking up the pen and studying the ink, before the murderous aura explored here, the aura of Haoran was fully opened, and the evil qi on the woman's body was suppressed in an instant. The woman was surprised, but for some reason she didn't make a move on Zhou Bai, maybe this inexplicable attraction was just as effective for her.

The woman nodded to Zhou Bai, and then turned into nothingness in front of Zhou Bai, leaving only the red long sword on the table, Zhou Bai hid it in the long shirt with a wave of his big sleeves, and practiced calligraphy.

Several sword lights crossed, and three middle-aged people wearing blue robes appeared on the top of Zhongshan Mountain, and several people were immortal and bone-lining, brushing the dust and saluting, "I've seen this gentleman, I don't know if Mr. has ever seen a woman in red with a sword, and I hope to tell you." Zhou Bai urged the heroic righteousness in the word little by little, and the three of them only felt that the "young man" in front of them was by no means an ordinary Confucian, and driven by his literary qi, he could actually dispel the true qi of his own god realm.

In an instant, the three of them fell to the dust, and the students and tourists in the pavilions next to them felt that the three people who were like immortals and powerful just now had become ordinary three middle-aged Taoist priests, and the originally sharp and sharp eyes of the leader had also become ordinary triangular eyes, showing a mean atmosphere.

The posture of the three of them was lowered, and the one at the head bowed directly and said, "In the lower Kunlun Sword Cultivation Duxin, these two are my junior brothers Watanabe and Duli, and we are looking for Senior Sister Hongyu at the behest of the master, I don't know if Mr. has ever seen it?"

Zhou Bai was silent, staring at Du Xin, Du Xin's forehead gradually sweated, if Xin Dao was not afraid of humane punishment, Lao Tzu didn't need to be angry, and he could kill you with swordsmanship alone. If it weren't for the fear of Confucian retaliation, the master pushed me out to resist the pot, and Lao Tzu could have killed you with his fists and feet alone. Don't look at it! Isn't he aware of what? Why is he waiting for us here, is this a Confucian conspiracy? Those sour Confucians can't live forever, but these sour Confucians play conspiracy and tricks, but they are a must.

"No, I didn't. Hearing Zhou Bai's answer, Watari breathed a sigh of relief, unconsciously soaking his back.

"Since he is not here, the junior will leave first. Cross the heart, bother. ”

Watari pulled down what he wanted to say and gave him a look. The two of them followed Watanabe down the mountain.

When the three of them walked away, Zhou Bai also led the donkey and left leisurely. Although others were curious, they didn't dare to come forward and ask.