In the southwest border of Fufeng country, there is an unnamed hill, the mountain is not so steep, but the mountain is verdant, the bamboo and cypress are evergreen, and it is very quiet. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 At the foot of the mountain, there is a winding stone path leading to the top of the mountain, and under the shade of the trees, it is covered with blue-brown moss, and it seems that there has been no trace for a long time.

At this time, on the stone path, a delicate young man slowly climbed the mountain with a stone monument on his back. The stele was five feet high and weighed more than a thousand catties, but the young man did not look struggling at all.

After a short time, the boy reached the mountainside, turned a rock, and a few old trees, and a small courtyard suddenly appeared in front of him.

The courtyard is very simple, surrounded by a fence in front, and a bamboo forest in the back, with a gentle breeze and swaying bamboo leaves, like a heavenly sound.

The boy kept moving, turned the yard, walked through the bamboo forest, and walked to a stone pool. The water in the pond is as clear as a mirror, reflecting the craggy mountain walls and the leisurely white clouds, like a wonderful landscape painting.

There is a small tomb on the side of the stone pool, the soil color is as new, it should be piled up not long ago. The young man stood the stele in front of the grave, holding the top of the stele with both hands, and the huge stele actually sank into the ground nearly a foot, and a muffled sound came out, and the bottom of the stele had hit the mountain.

The young man's expression remained unchanged, his hands were red, and several red wires flew out of his fingertips, spinning down along the stele, submerging into the earth, and the mountain stone under the stele melted like ice and snow, and the stele sank half a foot.

Those red wires are broken from the fingertips, and they wander and change on the front of the stele, and when they are not long, two lines of seal characters show their traces, which reads "The Tomb of Master Li Shujing", and a line of small characters next to it, "In vain Yu Qingli".

The boy didn't speak, but stood in front of the grave, his mind full of thoughts.

He was originally an ordinary college student on Earth, he went outside to play with his classmates during the Dragon Boat Festival, had a car accident, and didn't know what happened to wake up and get here. Fortunately, there is an older brother at home, who can support his parents, so he has a lot less to worry about. In addition, he is a casual person, so it didn't take long for him to accept the change of identity.

Three months ago, the original owner of this body was too anxious and radical when he was cultivating, and his heart was on fire, and the Xunfeng was scattered, burning his soul completely, which gave him the opportunity to occupy the magpie's nest.

But what he inherited was also a mess, the spiritual platform was damaged, the five organs were broken, and it looked like his life was not long.

Fortunately, his cheap master Li Shujing found out in time, fixed the spiritual platform with a heart mirror, and Wuying Zhilan made up for the five organs, which can be regarded as alleviating the injury. It's just that if you want to heal, you also need the Lingshan jade liquid to repair the Lingtai and fill the vitality. Lingshan jade liquid is not difficult to refine, but one of the main medicines, Dragon Blood Zhuyu (Note 1), is a treasure in the world.

More than two months ago, Li Shujing went on a long trip, and Yu Qing certainly knew where he was going, but he couldn't stop it.

After half a month, Li Shujing came back with dragon blood Zhu Yu and refined a furnace of Lingshan jade liquid, Yu Qing not only recovered from his injuries, but also made great progress in his cultivation. But he didn't get the slightest bit excited, he could feel that the vitality of the old man in front of him was passing rapidly.

Li Shujing finally went, and most of his primordial gods were already scattered, even if the immortals descended to earth, they couldn't save them.

Yu Qing was a human being in two lifetimes, and he was willing to give up his life for him, which was about the same as his parents and Li Shujing. There are thousands of people in the world, and when it comes time to make a choice between life and death, how many of them are willing to sacrifice themselves to fulfill others.

This touched Yu Qing hugely, coming to this strange world alone, even if he has an indifferent personality, he inevitably has a sense of alienation and illusory, just like a passerby, but now, Li Shujing's death made him understand that this world is real, and someone loves him like a parent. He was as integrated into it as a fish in water.

The mountain wind blew off a bamboo leaf, fluttering in front of him, the frog in the distance was singing clearly, and Yu Qing stretched out his hand to catch the bamboo leaf. The rough fibers of the bamboo leaves crossed the palm of his hand, itchy, Yu Qing clenched his palm, and a clear tear flowed out.

Yu Qing knelt on the ground, kowtowed respectfully, got up and strode away.

Behind, the bamboo shadow is sparsely combed, and the lonely tomb stands.

Yu Qing returned to the courtyard, bathed and changed clothes, and walked into the quiet room. Close the doors and windows, suddenly there was a dark silence in the quiet room, Yu Qing lit a pillar of incense, the fire was extinguished, as if a little spiritual light was shining, the smoke was rising, wandering in the quiet room, becoming more and more cold and lonely.

Yu Qing sat cross-legged, his heart was quiet, the spiritual platform was psychic, and countless thoughts were born and died, ups and downs, but they had no effect on him, just like the waves in the sea, which did not change the silence of the sea. Yu Qingxiang returned to his mother's conception, and seemed to have come to a time when the universe was not opened, without thinking or feeling, without desire and without desire, only a little true spirit was like a lamp like a bean, shining on the spiritual platform.

In ancient times, the Taoist ancestor preached in Kunlun Mountain, talking about the cultivation of the realms, and once said: Only above the concentration of thoughts, suddenly there is no overcome, and under the concentration, there is no foundation. Regard centering as the starting point of transcendence and the cornerstone of all avenues. Concentration, not death, nor silence, but quiet, let him be troubled by the world, I sit upright with my own heart, immovable. The first realm of the path of cultivation is called the fixed foundation, which is the concentration of the mind and the fixed body, and the clear mind and the spiritual feet are the foundation of the great road.

After Yu Qing's Lingtai has been refined by the jade liquid of Lingshan, it has long been different from the past, quiet and quiet, but there is a trace of green light, this light is sex, it is a species, it is the body of the law, and it is the way of the Tao.

Yu Qing meditated quietly, the blue light was swaying, ethereal, a god was born from nothingness, with a round light on the top, wearing seventy-two colors, with a void in his left hand and a mixed yuan bead in his right hand. The gods sat in the void, gloomy and chaotic, and the chaotic thoughts in Yu Qinglingtai gradually disappeared, and the dust was gone, empty and unsullied.

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Note 1: Zhu Yu, grass, its shape is like a leek and Qinghua, and it is not hungry to eat. It is produced in the West Sea, the first of the magpie mountains, and the swaggering mountain.