"Why, why can't these two exercises in my body merge? Obviously, I've been cultivating very hard, why is this happening!" Ji Feng kept shouting in his heart.

At this moment, he really wanted to fight again. Even if he can't beat him, he can't be allowed to trample on his dignity like this. But the body doesn't listen. The bones of his right hand were cracked and he couldn't move, and he had just hit the stairs again, and his back spine had also hit the sharp part of the stairs. The joints were already a little torn apart, and not only did it hurt so much that it was impossible to breathe, but it was also extremely difficult to stand.

Yue Shanchuan's goal of humiliating Monsoon in front of everyone had been achieved, and he made a look. The referee immediately said: "Dongzhuang - Yue Shan Chuan wins!"

Obviously, he is in charge of everything.

"Spare you a dog's life today, get out. Yue Shanchuan laughed three times, turned around and left, and the audience suddenly shouted.

Monsoon gnashed his teeth and hated it to the extreme. He vows to get it all back and make his bullies pay. It was already difficult to move at the moment, and it took another half a while to regain a little strength. It was almost by climbing that he barely returned to his residence.

"Yue Shanchuan, you wait! One day, I will merge these two exercises. By then......"

Ever since his death, he has made a scarecrow and rested it where he used to sleep. Whenever he felt lonely or tired, he confided in the scarecrow, as if the dumb old man was still by his side.

Monsoon came to the scarecrow and sat up with difficulty. Straightened out the straw above, and wanted to tell the bitterness in my heart. Suddenly, something came out of the scarecrow's head, and the monsoon retreated, almost falling. After a closer look, it turned out that it was a little squirrel that came out, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

The little squirrel jumps on the monsoon shoulder. A white tail with fluffy hair swept across his neck as if comforting. Monsoon only felt an itch, but forgot a little pain. With a smile at the corner of his mouth, he stretched out his index finger with his left hand and gently tapped the squirrel's little head.

"Oh, yes!" Monsoon suddenly remembered that he had picked two pine cones when he went up the mountain yesterday. It's exactly what squirrels like. But when the pine cone was handed to the little squirrel, it ignored it. He turned his head away, as if he was very angry. He flicked the monsoon twice with his tail, and it tickled him out loud.

muttered, "It seems that squirrels don't like pine cones..."

The squirrel seemed to be even more angry, jumped off Monsoon's shoulder, burrowed into the haystack, and ignored him.

I didn't expect this little squirrel to have a temper. Although he didn't know why he was angry, Monsoon smiled and the pain was much lessened.

-- Day Two --

Monsoon woke up from his dream again. After wiping the sweat, he stood up and stretched. only to find that his injuries were all healed. Even the broken joints were restored.

Although it is not known why, Monsoon is not surprised. Because he's used to it. After being beaten by Aunt Hua and others last time, the next day was still fine. He didn't think much about it, and immediately set off for Hidden Dragon Mountain.

Unlike usual, the monsoon came back very early today. It's because his martial arts have made no progress, but he makes Xuan Xuanzi angry. Tell him to fuck off today.

——Sihaizhuang?Lotus Pond——

At noon, the sun was raging. Monsoon returned to Sihaizhuang, sweating profusely, flowing through his jaw, but accidentally fell into the barrel of Lingquan.

When I came to the lotus pond, I saw the sunlight shining through the skylight, the portal, the bright tiles, and so on...... All of them shine in the lotus pond, and where the light gathers, it is the bud that has not yet bloomed.

The monsoon falls down the spiritual spring. In the strong sunlight, the buds seemed to open a lot. The breeze blows, and the sea of flowers ripples. The water droplets on the lotus leaves are rolling around, like crystal clear pearls. Quite spectacular. Smelling the fragrance, Monsoon sat down and took a breath.

"Flowers, flowers, why do you say I'm so useless. As he spoke, he clenched his fists and slammed the ground. Ji Feng thought of the contempt from Yue Shanchuan, the ridicule of everyone, and Xuan Xuanzi's sentence "Useless things, get out!" For a while, many things were not, and they all used it in their hearts.

"I envy you!"

"Who?" Monsoon turned his head sharply, but he couldn't see anything but lotus flowers. But this time, he no longer chose to run away. Because all thoughts have long been lost in my heart. If there really is a ghost in the world, then let him take himself.

Monsoons take a closer look. The sound seemed to come from the many buds.

"At least you can still live like a human being"

The voice reappeared, so sweet and gentle. The monsoon confirms that it is coming from the buds. Could it be that this divine lotus has manifested?

"Who are you? Are you Shenlian?"

"I don't know who I am. But I can feel the resentment in your heart. In my opinion, what a joy it is to be human. But why is it so painful in your heart?"

"Is it fun to be human? Monsoon said in a low voice, and his face sank slightly. continued: "Being a human being is life, old age, sickness and death, joy, anger and sorrow. And for me, there's nothing left but pain..."

"You're the first person I've seen since I woke up. I can feel your sincere sweat. You are watering me with your hard work. Your heart is full of darkness. But deep down, there is a trace of indelible light. ”

"I hope so." Monsoon sighed again, bowed his head and smiled bitterly.

"Come here, let me clear the darkness for you"

"What?" suddenly emitted a dazzling light from the lotus pond. If you look closely, it emanates from the tall buds and envelops the monsoon.

This light is so gentle, like the spring water of March, lingering and compassionate. It seemed to enter his heart and illuminate the dark side. The monsoon feels calmer than ever. This peace comes from the depths of the heart, a peace that comes from the soul.

The light faded, as if it should have absorbed too much darkness and dimmed. When the light returned to the bud, the flower seemed to bloom a lot.

What are the conditions for the Divine Lotus to open? Is it irrigated with a spiritual spring? Actually, it is not. The best thing to irrigate the Divine Lotus is the "joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, love, hate, affection, and hatred" in this world

The Divine Lotus finally opened halfway. And this half is to absorb the "anger, sorrow, hatred, and hatred" of the monsoon, but the remaining "happiness, joy, affection, and love" in his heart, but he can't find half of it.

Since then, Monsoon has come to confide in him whenever he feels unusual. And Shenlian seems to be very willing to listen to his stories, and has helped him purify the darkness in his heart countless times.

In this way, the monsoon has one more friend in this village. But this friend is so nothing. It is precisely because of its nothingness that Monsoon is willing to talk to it and talk to its heart's content. Gradually, the year passed in a flash.

Early in the morning, the monsoon still wakes up from the harassment of the little fox. Sleepy-eyed and wringed up the little squirrel again, scolding, "Damn." Can't you let me sleep a little longer?"

When I looked up, I saw the bright sunlight through the huge hole in the roof. Monsoon was in a good mood and softened his eyes again. Suddenly, I was stunned, "What? It's all this hour." Komatsu! Komatsu. Why didn't you call me earlier...", he hurriedly ran out.

Originally, the monsoon pipe was called Komatsu. Just now, I was complaining that people called me too early, and now I blame it for calling late. It's really bitter for this squirrel!

As soon as Monsoon was about to go out, he saw many unfamiliar faces. From the south, south, north, west, and four gates, there is an endless stream.

And among these people. Most of them are young juniors, the older ones are only sixteen or seventeen years old, and the younger ones are only about ten years old. But in front of them, there are elders leading the way.

Although the monsoon was puzzled, it didn't care too much. Just as he was about to go out, a familiar voice suddenly stopped him.

"Where are you going, do you want to be lazy?"