If you don't know the suffering of the world, how can you come to enlightenment?

Throughout the ages, there have been high immortals who have attained the Tao, sleeping in the past and reincarnating to rebuild. A hundred years in a hurry is better than ten thousand years. But all those who are reincarnated and come back need courage and courage, and if there is a slight difference, I am afraid that the soul will be scattered. It looks like a big step back, but it's actually a big step forward.

Time is like water, it quietly passes through everyone, and inadvertently recalls that it is the past.

Over the past year, the perception of cold wind has improved dramatically, and I am able to distinguish things around me in more detail.

In this year, his progress was not his own strength, but the Dao heart. He can think of the incarnation very indifferently, and when he sleeps, he will never have nightmares because of the incarnation again.

For ordinary people, striking iron is a boring and tiring job. He always thought that Han Han was a junior refiner, because Leng Feng became more patient and less impetuous, in the process of learning to strike iron.

He is also aware of this, and it is this patience and carefulness that makes him have a different state of mind when he experiences anything. It is precisely because of the combination of transcendent divine consciousness and ordinary self that we can look at these things from different heights and better appreciate the essence of all things.

After getting along with Han Han for a year, the cold wind rarely talks to him, and he goes to strike iron at sunrise and sleeps at sunset. Perhaps in the eyes of immortal cultivators, striking iron is a trivial matter in the ordinary, but they are not necessarily better than ordinary people.

This day and night

Under the bright moon, the stars are connected into a river, and the ground is like white frost.

Such a starry sky is really rare, the bright moon is accompanied by the stars, the beauty is speechless, and the viewer is relaxed and happy.

It's just that at this moment, such a soft moonlight stretches a silent figure on the roof. The cold wind looked up at the moon, and the psychedelic night sky was reflected in his eyes, revealing a slight chill.

The cool breeze blows, the grass next to the house is weak, and the insects that can be smelled from time to time also sound so lazy and desolate.

Now that Leng Feng was already able to make a weapon on his own, he thought that he had learned to refine the weapon, so he decided to leave.

But why, is there reluctance?

He didn't understand, and he didn't even know that the melancholy of recent times was because of reluctance.

After half an hour, Leng Feng moved, and there was a thunderous snoring sound from downstairs, at this moment, Leng Feng smiled, and he didn't even notice that he was laughing.

During this year, while learning to strike iron, he tried to revive his soul and energy, but he never found a way.

But even so, he is not worried, the soul body and the body are just asleep, just like a human sleep, one day he will wake up consciously, or be disturbed by external factors.

"Whew-"

Leng Feng exhaled, put his hands on his head, and waded down. He suddenly felt that sometimes it was good to be an ordinary person again, but his consciousness would be so relaxed, not as sensitive as before, like a frightened little animal.

This may be human nature, insatiable, wanting to be stronger when it is strong.

The cool breeze swished by, the cold wind clothes fluttered lightly, he slowly closed his eyes, didn't think about anything, and gradually fell asleep

The next day, when the first rays of the sun shone on the cold wind, he woke up.

He opened his eyes slightly, and after adjusting to the light, he sat up with his hands propped up. After sitting on the roof until his sleepiness subsided, he got up and jumped off the roof.

landed smoothly, the cold wind turned around, and saw that Han Han was opening the door at this moment.

"Wake up. ”

After Han Han finished speaking, he was about to walk into the house again, because he knew that Leng Feng usually didn't talk much, and he just said hello.

But just as Han Han was about to turn around, he heard Leng Feng say

"I have to go. ”

The tone was as cold as ever, and there was not a trace of emotional fluctuation to be heard.

Han Han stood in place, stunned for a long time. At first, he tricked Leng Feng into doing more for him, but as time went by, Han Han got used to having such a cold guy by his side. When Leng Feng said this, the Han Han, who had been without a companion for nearly half his life, felt as if he was about to lose something very important.

Although Han Han was reluctant in his heart, he didn't show it, he nodded and said

"I knew there was such a day. Then Han Han beckoned to the cold wind and said

"Come, I've got something for you to eat on the way. ”

Leng Feng hesitated for a moment, and then walked into the house. In the end, Han Han took out the dry food that had been prepared from the house, put it in a sack, replaced it in Leng Feng's hands, and said

"Will I be back? ”

Leng Feng took the sack, still indifferent eyes, glanced at Han Han, and turned to leave.

Why, the previous ignorance was not as painful as a cold eye at this moment? When the cold wind turned to leave, Han Han's heart suddenly burped, as if a boulder suddenly pressed down.

He took a few steps forward, and wanted to say something, but in the end, it was this indifferent back that made him swallow his words.

Just as Han Han bowed his head and looked sad, Leng Feng turned his head indifferently, staring at Han Han with the same eyes, and said in the same tone

"What's your name?"

He just asked Han Han's name, but Han Han was shocked by this, in the eyes of Han Han at this moment, that kind of look is concern, and that tone is condolences.

Han Han said after a while

"Lee Sledgehammer. ”

After getting the answer, Leng Feng turned his head, put the sack on his shoulder, and gradually walked away without looking back.

Han stood in the doorway until the cold wind disappeared from his sight

Maybe everyone's life has such a strange passerby. I am not familiar with it, but I can't forget it.

Along the way, Leng Feng stopped as he passed the Drunken Immortal Teahouse in Yutou Town, and finally walked in with a sack.

It was still the shopkeeper, he stepped forward and frowned, even though there were more than a thousand people coming in and out of this teahouse every day, but he had an impression of the young man in front of him.

Just as the shopkeeper was thinking about it, Leng Feng said lightly

"I'm looking for sunset red. ”

The shopkeeper was stunned, it seemed that he had been intimidated by the cold wind before, so he didn't dare to slack off. He bent over and said

"Wait a minute. ”

A moment later, a bewitching woman dressed in a red gauze walked over, her writhing waist was like a willow in the wind, although it was a little exaggerated, but it did not give people a sense of pretense.

Sunset Red recognized the cold wind at a glance, but she clearly felt that the cold wind at this moment was a big change from a year ago. At first, she looked shocked, but then smiled

"Yo, is this coming to see me?"

Leng Feng was expressionless and said lightly

"How do I get to Flor Hill?"

Sunset Red was a little stunned, and he didn't know why the cold wind had this question.

"I'm afraid that there is no longer Zài in Foluo Mountain, but it is just a wasteland, what are you doing there?"

"All you have to do is tell me how to go. "For refiners, the cold wind still desires. Since the Daoji old man had appeared in Foluo Mountain, he planned to go to the neighborhood to inquire and see if anyone knew where the Daoji old man had gone back then.