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Time is like an arrow, time is like water, and three years of time pass in a hurry.

The scenery of the sea of stars is still magnificent and vast, the sky is blue and the grass is green, the blue waves are thousands of miles, the big lakes and small pools are still like the past.

It's spring again, the light rain is dripping, the wind is blowing, the slanting wind and drizzle are invading, and the swallows are flying low.

Dressed in black and white, Ding Chunqiu sat cross-legged in the courtyard, facing the wind and rain, smiling, and didn't seem to feel the rain falling.

The slightest drizzle, like a cloudy smoke, shrouded its body, first silk, then clothes, one by one, gradually penetrating.

Ding Chunqiu sat upright in it, not moving, if it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest, it really gave people the illusion that he had lost his breath.

The wind, blowing gently.

Rain, quietly.

In the oblique wind and drizzle, the lotus pond is tender yellow, and the palm-sized lotus leaves are dancing in the wind and rain.

With the increase of rain, the center of the lotus leaf is covered with crystal water droplets, and when the wind blows, it rolls and moves, and splashes a crystal water color when it falls.

Ding Chunqiu's body seems to be integrated into nature, without half a breath, just sitting like that, like a bluestone, like an arbor, forgetting things and me, and not moving like a mountain.

The rain was dripping, from small to large, and it was already dense in a short time, dripping the surface of the lake and wetting the green cliffs.

Xiao Wuxianggong slowly circulated in Ding Chunqiu, without half a point of leakage, the rain was low, the clothes trembled subtly, and there was a circle of ripples in the subtlety, not staining the body.

As if he hadn't heard of it, he didn't deliberately avoid it, he went with the flow, his heart moved at will, all of his life was alive, he was absorbed in his heart, and he didn't leak anything.

Heaven and earth are still the same, and the wind and rain are still the same.

It's still dripping!

The clothes are also shaking slightly!

The cycle goes on and on, and it never stops.

Suddenly, Ding Chunqiu stood up, his eyes slightly closed, and floated up.

A folding fan, at some point, appeared in his hand, in the wind, in the rain, fluttering.

The fan is like the wind, and every time it is swung, the momentum is fierce and unparalleled, bringing up a circle of transparent ripples and tearing through the rain curtain.

The rain is still falling, and it is falling more rapidly.

Ding Chunqiu is completely immersed in his own world, folding fans and swaying unwillingly, or exhibition, or receiving, or throwing, or hitting, as if flowing clouds and water, chic and uninhibited.

In the wind and rain, there was no more half of the figure, the fan curtain had already covered the sky and the sun, drowning all of him, and everywhere he passed, there were only fragments of the film, blocking the rain curtain.

Ding Chunqiu's figure swayed in the wind and rain, without any hesitation, he had obviously realized his true self and had his own fighting style.

With a door in hand, the heavens and the earth are silent, no one has no self, no form and no phase.

The more urgent the fan dance, the more urgent the wind and rain, between heaven and earth, it is already white, only the afterimage of the folding fan is seen, but half of the human body is not seen.

At this moment, he seems to be completely integrated with this wind and rain world, the wind is him, the rain is him, the heaven and the earth are no different from him, the fan shadow is everywhere, the wind and rain drift away, in the rain curtain, there are pieces of water ripples, gorgeous and silent.

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The wind and rain stopped at some point, and a rainbow hung in the sky.

Ding Chunqiu stood still, looking at the western sky, folding a fan like a sword, pointing obliquely at the ground, dripping rain quietly falling, and ten thousand crystals fell on the ground.

He watched for a long time, his eyes still closed, and the previous qiē seemed to be in a dream, which seemed unreal.

After a long time, Ding Chunqiu came back to his senses, looked at the sky, and a bright smile flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Is this the realm of the formless and phaseless, it is really mysterious, compared to the realm of the formless, but it is much better, I don't know if there can be other surprises if you really do it!" Ding Chunqiu muttered softly, in the past three years, "Little Wuxianggong" has finally been practiced by him to the second realm, the realm of phaselessness, urging a hundred schools of martial arts, and there is no need for cultivation, as long as you have seen it and carefully scrutinized it, you can imitate it, not to mention that it is exactly the same, at least it is seventy or eighty percent powerful.

Of course, for special peerless kung fu, it is still necessary to obtain the method of cultivation, and the gap between peerless kung fu and ordinary kung fu is too big.

And every mastery of kung fu has a special artistic conception, the method of luck is secondary, its core is the special true meaning, do not comprehend the true meaning, even with the "Little Wuxianggong" to urge it is only in vain and not prepared for its spirit, it is useless to ask for it.

"Kung Fu has been practiced, basically to the strongest that can be performed at this stage, if you want to break through, unless you are promoted to the first-class realm, it seems that it is time to find a way to break through the first-class realm!" Ding Chunqiu collected his thoughts and walked towards his residence.

In the past three years, he has been in contact with martial arts and kung fu day and night, and as early as a year ago, he has recovered to the peak realm of the second rate, and as long as the opportunity comes, he can be promoted to first-class.

Maybe it's because the comfortable days have passed for too long, and Ding Chunqiu can't find an opportunity to break through, but it is "Netherworld Palm", "Desperate Three Moves" and "Tianshan Staff Method" that have improved very much, and even "Little Wuxianggong" has unexpectedly broken through to the second realm, the realm of Wuxiang.

To this day, it is his internal cultivation that has lowered his comprehensive strength.

It seems that it is time to walk the rivers and lakes again.

Ding Chunqiu's current situation, it may be that only the tempering between life and death can stimulate all potential and break the entrance, and this method is also the most commonly used means by people in the rivers and lakes.

Of course, the loss rate is also very high, but Ding Chunqiu is confident enough to break the level, not to be eliminated by this Jianghu.

After deciding to travel to the mountains and lakes, Ding Chunqiu put down the rest of his thoughts and began to prepare.

This time out of the mountain, he has another thing to do, looking for a breakthrough opportunity is just incidental.

But before that, Ding Chunqiu had one more thing to do.

The next day, the morning sun was rising, and there was a hustle and bustle among the Star Sect, and all the disciples gathered together early in the morning.

Today is the annual skill competition day of the Nakshatra faction, and as the head of the Nakshatra faction, Ding Chunqiu will also be present.

In previous years, Ding Chunqiu would not have taken care of this kind of thing, and it was basically managed by the five true legends who picked up stars.

But this year is different, the true disciple of the Xingzi internal strength cultivation has reached the peak of the third rate, and intends to challenge Ding Chunqiu, and pass the guò assessment to obtain the qualification to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to select martial arts.

Therefore, Ding Chunqiu will inevitably be present this year.

When Ding Chunqiu came to the top of the main hall, all the disciples of the Star Sect had already gathered.

"Master!"

Seeing Ding Chunqiu's arrival, all the disciples saluted in unison.

Ding Chunqiu waved his hand, pressed it in front of him, and said, "Pick the stars!"

"The disciple is here!" said Xingzi as he walked out.

"Is it ready?" asked Ding Chunqiu.

"Master Hui, you're ready to go, you can start at any time!" said Xingzi loudly, with a solemn look in his eyes.

"Okay!" Ding Chunqiu glanced at him commendatorily and said, "I hope you don't disappoint the teacher!"

"Master rest assured, the disciple will definitely get the opportunity to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion today, and he will not disappoint the master!" said Xingzi loudly, with a confident look in his eyes.

"It's good to have faith, but don't be too complacent. Ding Chunqiu said softly, but the whole person had already floated out of the hall and entered the martial arts arena, waved his long sleeves, stood with his hands in his hands, and said, "Come on, let the teacher see how far your cultivation has come!"