Since getting Dong Zhongshu's book, Ning Yufei often studied it carefully, wanting to get a glimpse of the true meaning, and even wanted to cultivate Confucianism, Taoism, and Yuan Shen to test whether the content of this book is true.

Zhuang Lou treated him really well, eating and drinking well, but he didn't need to do anything. So he spent the days in his room reading, and as he read, he thought about the ideas in the book. Although it is the writing and grammar of the Western Han Dynasty, these are what he is best at, so he seems to have no pressure, and he makes some notes while reading and writing down his experience at that time. After a few days, he finally finished reading this small book of thousands of words.

After reading and thinking for a few days, he was not tired at all, but a little energetic and energetic, which surprised him a little. Although as a martial arts practitioner, he is usually in good spirits, but after several days of high-intensity study, he would be very tired before. He naturally thought that it was because of his internal breakthrough, but he didn't think that it was the credit of this book.

It was night, Ning Yufei read it at night, word by word, and read it very carefully. He had already read through the whole book, annotated all the places, and even some things he didn't understand, and he went to the library of Guozijian to inquire about the information in detail. After doing that, he was ready to start trying to practice this Confucian way of cultivating the Yuan Shen.

As the saying goes, 'newborn calves are not afraid of tigers', for such a thing as cultivating the Yuan Shen, that is, a person like him who knows a little bit about it, he thinks that he can draw a scoop according to the gourd, but he doesn't know that the premise of practicing the Yuan Shen is to purify his mind.

The root of the primordial god is the power of the soul, and it is necessary to make the soul and the sea of souls merge into one, and after continuous transformation, it will eventually evolve into the primordial spirit. In this process, the soul's control of the soul power in the soul sea is the most critical, and the pure mind can just give the soul a stronger control ability, which is conducive to the formation of the primordial spirit. Therefore, the first condition for the formation of the original spirit is to have pure thoughts. What is the purity of thought? All things in heaven and earth, pure and turbid, are all relative, and what about the hundred schools of thought in the ancient Warring States Period? In the same way, they attacked each other, each expressing its own opinions, and it can also be seen that there is no distinction between pure and turbid thoughts. And the purity here refers to the 'Tao' that the mind adheres to! This 'Dao' is not the Taoist Tao, not the Great Dao, but the way of man, the goal of man, and the perseverance of man. Just as the great sage of Confucius created the Confucian school with "benevolence" as the core, his disciples adhered to the path of "benevolence". Of course, 'going steady' does not mean following without using your brains, but also having your own opinions, which can be regarded as 'applying what you have learned'. Confucius's Confucianism, Yan Hui, Ran You, Zigong Zilu and others all have different interpretations, and they all have their own persistence, that is, pure thoughts. As for the Yasheng Mencius, on the basis of Confucius's "benevolence", he put forward the idea of "righteousness", and he embarked on a new path, which is Mencius's persistence, and his thoughts are also very pure, because he knows his own path better than anyone else.

What about Ning Yufei? The secret of his ancestral Taoist family is naturally a Taoist lineage; and since he was a child, he has been fond of historiography since he was a child, and he can be regarded as a rising star in the field of historiography and a person of a historian; although he merged the two families, he never thought of summing up what he had learned into one, and he did not even know how to purify his thoughts. This is the bitter fruit that he himself has planted for himself, and soon, he tastes the great conflict of thoughts!

However, Ning Yufei followed the steps in Dong Zhongshu's book and reviewed his understanding of Confucian classics and the true meaning of Confucianism in his mind one by one. The condition for this first level is to reach the level of 'Soul Inner Vipassana', and at least a soul body must be formed in the soul sea before it can be qualified to cultivate. This is also the reason why this book is still rotten in the library pavilion, but few people read it, because martial artists can't enter here, and ordinary Confucian scholars don't have the conditions for cultivation at all. The people who were really able to cultivate were all the great Confucians of the Guozijian, but they all copied them by themselves, and they had been kept in that corner, why? Because the policy of the Great Song Dynasty was that civil officials were in power, if they let the imperial court know that they had learned something that made civil officials and military generals comparable to military generals, it would not be their own death? So they just pretended not to see the book, and they just practiced their own.

Because of this, Ning Yufei had the opportunity to obtain this cultivation method.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, his soul looking at the sea of souls. His soul body stood above the soul sea in the air, and he couldn't help but smile as he watched a 'small fish' with blue light flashing and crystal clear swimming in the soul sea.

"Xiao Jing, come over first, I'm going to sublimate the soul power in the soul sea later, don't get involved in it!" Although he didn't know how this 'Yu Zhi Gu' entered his body, that innate intimacy made him not have too many doubts, after all, he really didn't know where to start if this matter was to be investigated.

The little fish disappeared in a flicker, and reappeared in Ning Yufei's arms. Each time the inner view is incarnated, the soul body is simulated into reality, including clothing. In fact, even if the whole soul body is composed of soul power, it only exists as a carrier of consciousness.

The little guy was swinging coquettishly in Ning Yufei's arms, very attached to him. The little fish was only the size of the palm of the soul body, and the scales were clear sea blue, but there was a dark purple light faintly shining out of its stomach, and Ning Yufei couldn't help laughing out loud when he saw it. "You won't be pregnant, right, but you're the only one, or just hatched out of the egg, how can you get pregnant? You won't be a self-bred creature, right?" This he was wrong, the soul Gu belongs to the monophyletic infinite inheritance, as long as its carrier has a child, then his child will inevitably inherit the next generation of 'soul Gu', of course, the ability will not be the same, and even because it does not match the carrier, it will not be able to hatch for life, in this case, it will be transferred with the genetic chain, and it will no longer be 'inheritance'. Therefore, there are some special methods to transfer the unhatched Gu eggs to another carrier, which is also what Yu Lianyi wanted to do before.

Of course, Ning Yufei didn't know anything about this.

"Alright, let's get started!" he didn't think about it because the book didn't mention danger or pain or anything like that.

Silently recalling in his heart, he began to follow the steps in the book and began to operate his soul power. Immediately, a part of his soul sea began to vibrate, and the 'sea water' in the sea also rippled one after another. Immediately, the classics of Confucianism flashed in his mind one by one, and the classic sentences, vivid figures, and the thoughts of the great Confucians in different eras converged in his mind. But he is not really a Confucian, and he has no exact point of view and purpose on this path, so the ripples in the soul sea are getting more and more chaotic, and in the end it is like the sea before the tsunami, and the soul power of the entire soul sea is about to riot.

"Not good!" The cracking pain came suddenly, making Ning Yufei almost unconscious, because it was so sudden, Ning Yufei had no preparation. Fortunately, he comprehended the momentum of martial arts, which made his soul power and consciousness a lot stronger, so he survived.

The pain of the tear had no intention of stopping, and Ning Yufei had to grit his teeth to find the problem. Because of the pain, the thoughts about Confucianism in his mind were temporarily forgotten, but he didn't want the pain to be relieved!

"Huh?" Ning Yufei felt the pain lessen, but he hadn't found the reason yet. He didn't think about the Confucian classics in his heart this time, he just used his soul power, but in the soul sea, it was like a drop of water entering the calm lake, which only caused a few ripples. Seeing this situation, Ning Yufei almost guessed the role of the process of 'recalling the Confucian classics and true meaning in his mind'.

"It turns out that there is a problem here, how can I improve it?" Although he found out what the problem was, he didn't know what the problem was and how to change it, which gave Ning Yufei a headache.

"Again?" Ning Yufei was not confident, the pain of tearing his head just now really made him remember it deeply, and he was reluctant to try again.

"Forget it, do it again, otherwise it wouldn't have been a waste of pain just now?" Ning Yufei was not very willing to fail, after all, there were three realms, could it be that he couldn't even enter the first realm?

Thinking about it this way, he felt that he should try again, otherwise he would regret it in the future.

"Ah!" he screamed again, the pain of consciousness indescribable, stronger than the pain of the skin, the pain of a broken finger, or the pain of a tooth extraction. Enduring the pain, he hadn't given up yet, the Confucian classics in his mind were still flickering like a rewind, and naturally, the turmoil in the soul sea was getting bigger and bigger. "Huh?" Suddenly, he found that the turbulent soul sea under the soul body was actually splashing waves, and he raised the height in the air again, but this ascent, he found that something was wrong.

"What's going on, the soul sea is three, and only one-third of the sea is in turmoil?

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Yingshui is a river of sages, since ancient times, countless talented people have been born on the shore of Yingshui, and even historical celebrities are not a few.

On the shore of Yingshui, in a hidden mountain forest, there is a small thatched house, and an old man with gray sideburns is holding a willow cane, looking up at the sky. "Alas, the celestial phenomena are unclear, even the Emperor Star crape myrtle is bleak, is it a sign that my Great Song Dynasty is not blessed by the heavens? Alas, Zizhan, Zizhan, you left early, and this mess must be handed over to me to clean up. The old man sighed, tears running through the corners of his eyes. "But tonight I am uncertain, and I think that my limit is approaching, and what should happen in this world is no longer something I should be in charge of. But my brother has been floating for half his life, but he cares about the country, if I spend it like this, I won't be able to see him if I go down. Forget it, let me use my residual heat, and the wax torch will turn to ashes and tears will start dry!

"Grandpa!" came out of the hut a little boy about ten years old, with two small pigtails at both ends, yellow hair, and a white and red face, which was very cute.

"Go to my grandfather's house and take out my pen and ink and the turtle shell, and go. The child answered, and ran to get something.

There is a small pavilion not far from the thatched hut, which has a stone table and stone bench, and the old man enters the pavilion and sits on the stone bench. "It's a pity that there is no moon tonight, and I can no longer recite the poem that Zizhan gave me to the moon. Alas, people have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. Zizhan, your wish has come true, I have lived until now, but you are gone, what is this!, after I go down, I will definitely let you write a few more good poems for me!" the old man was full of tears, and his mouth was muttering.

"Grandpa, what you want. The little boy came back, and brought the pen and ink and the tortoise shell and laid them on the stone table.

"Good boy, grandpa will write a letter first, you go to your father early tomorrow morning and give him the letter, do you know?" the old man smiled lovingly, his voice was very gentle, and his hand touched the little boy's head, making him very comfortable.

"Got it, Grandpa. "Tong'er is very well-behaved, has been following the old man to learn, from the "Three Character Classic", "Hundred Family Names", "Thousand Character Text" to "Four Books", "Five Classics", he studied very seriously, and therefore admired his grandfather the most.

Witnessed by the starlight and the dim glow of a lantern, the old man wrote the letter quickly, and when the pen and ink dried, he put it into an envelope, which was not signed.

The child took the letter and went back.

The old man held the turtle shell, carefully observed the lines on it, and rubbed it with his hands, looking very reluctant.

"Alas, since it's all decided, why hesitate!"