The ink lotus blooms again, when will the beauty come?

The willow tips are soft and gentle in the spring water, the halo is plucked silently, the fish is playing and the frog is tight, and one side is at ease in the sunny day.

The white clouds want to reflect nowhere, the blue water is like a delicate beauty, the red and green are not vulgar, just look at me full of pond lotus.

It is the season when the plants and trees are prosperous and the flowers are in full bloom, and a pond of lotus flowers blooms to the fullest! Since the safflower still needs green leaves, countless umbrella-like huge lotus leaves quietly stretch and spread all over the water, and thousands of pavilions and branches on it will support the beautiful arch, and the blue waves are especially green and greener, and the flowers in the pond are more colorful and gorgeous. This is a garden on the water, this is the creation of nature, this is the indescribable beauty between heaven and earth, which makes people pleasing to the eye and forget to return.

Make people forgetful!

What's more, there is the strange one among them, Mo Lian.

It is the year when the ink lotus blooms twice, one in the east and one in the west.

The flowers are two, looking at each other and not relying on each other, can they be in pairs?

There is a person by the pool, looking at each other, can it be a pair?

Who is the water reading power unhappy, muttering to himself restless, not will, not will, not put all the beauty in front of the eyes in the heart? The flowers bloom for another year, and the ink lotus also becomes a pair, at that time, the agreement between the two people in front of the Sansheng Stone is still echoing in the ears, countless worries, unforgettable lovesickness and bitter tenderness, affection, or love, and this love, how can you forget!

Since he is a Taoist priest of Fang Yinfang, he is waiting for his sweetheart here again.

It is said that this is the third day that the ink lotus blooms, but he can't help but come every day, and this is also the eighteenth day in a row that he has come. Of course, Daoist Fang hasn't seen his sweetheart for a year, and he thinks about it all night, and the urgency and impatience in his heart is understandable, but, but, but he can't understand it if he pokes there stupidly like not eating, drinking, or moving a stick.

Here it comes!

It's coming, it's coming, it's coming!

Fang Yin glanced at him and shouted loudly: "What are you doing here, go and go, where did you come from, where do you come from, go back!" One hundred and eight came over with a stick, and sat on the ground like a monkey, with one tooth -

Happy.

One hundred and eight can't understand that in such a good weather, if you don't go to hunt birds and rabbits, don't eat meat and drink wine, don't go to play, what are you doing when you come here and stand stupidly, this is purely nothing to do and waste your efforts! What is especially infuriating is that One Hundred and Eight loves him so much that he is not willing to bring One Hundred and Eight with him! Of course, One Hundred and Eight is very angry, he doesn't let One Hundred and Eight come, One Hundred and Eight wants to come, and he won't leave when he comes!

The beauty didn't wait, the monkey came every day, and it was said that this was also the eighteenth day of one hundred and eight.

Ay!

Fang Yin sighed and said helplessly: "One hundred and eight, I'm waiting for someone, you go play by yourself, I want to be alone and quiet." One hundred and eight jumped up with a loud scream, and struck the rod vigorously in protest, and a little face looked so unhappy!

"Okay, if you don't go, I'll go!"

"Go, go, don't follow me!"

"Be careful if you don't obey?"

"One hundred and eight, I'll warn you one last time!"

One hundred and eight followed.

One hundred and eight followed.

One hundred and eight followed.

One hundred and eight keep up!

Follow him wherever he goes, like a little tail, one hundred and eight will follow him even if he dies when he is beaten red, even if he dies! One hundred and eight's greatest pleasure and the only ideal in life is also the reason to live is to follow him, to be with his dear boss.

Mix!

Daoist Fang sat down and said annoyingly: "One hundred and eight, you go to die!"

One hundred and eight sat in pairs, silent.

You call it ......

Daoist Fang sighed, closed his eyes, and sat cross-legged.

Another year has passed, and it is not long or short, but many things have changed, changed, changed a lot. Just like one hundred and eight, from the original a well-behaved and obedient good monkey, despite some small shortcomings, is also a cute little monkey, you look at the current become, become a smile and dead face, cold and not taboo, not knowing life and death, all day long carrying a stick to wander around like a bastard, what do you say this is called, you say this thing and ......

Why is that?

Daoist Fang couldn't figure it out.

Actually, this thing is understandable.

If there are two bastards, there must be big bastards, and that's the way it is.

Simple.

My heart suddenly calmed down, and the chaos turned into invisible.

The void spirit is energetic and sinks into the field, and the chest is restrained. Tian is a dantian, meaning is the idea, the intention is to sink into the dantian with the breath, stick to it, return to the meridians around the body and the small Zhou Tian, return to the dantian, and breathe. This is the lower dantian, and there are clouds in the "Difficult Scripture": the lower dantian is the ancestor of the surname, the source of vitality, the foundation of the five internal organs, the root of the twelve meridians, the meeting of yin and yang, the door of breathing, and the hometown of water and fire. If it is a cycle, gradually make the dantian conceive and retain the true qi, the practice is said to be long, the dantian vitality is full and vigorous, and the intention is more and more pure and condensed, so that the intention and qi make the internal breath first. When the meridians are unblocked, the exercise in the body is a big week, which can be described as a small success. After that, the qi of the human body and the natural qi of heaven and earth are connected, and the qi is collected inside and sent out outside according to the mind, and the way is successful.

Lao Tzu said: Empty its heart and solid its belly. The upper and lower are real, and this Taoist is not easy to understand. The heart is the mind, slightly slight, if there is nothing. The abdomen is the lower dantian, and when the breath penetrates, it goes down to the ground and takes root, and the ascending body is as light as a swallow. The Tao is like this, it is not easy to achieve, the way of martial arts is as deep as the sea, only by practicing diligently and understanding it with heart, can it be obtained-

This is also the Word, the Word of the Word.

Daoist Fang was practicing, sitting there with a calm breath, as if he had attained the Tao. Of course, it is not so easy to get the Tao, and after a year of hard practice, he recognized the scriptures and recognized the pulse and practiced the exercises, at this time, the Taoist priest finally passed the three levels of dantian and guarded the movement, and cultivated the "Three Qing Zhen Jian" to the Shangqing Realm, and practiced Xiao Zhoutian. Say fast or not, say slow or not, the realm of Yuqing is just the foundation, and others are used to it, or faster, or slower. Whether it's fast or slow, today's Daoist Fang is finally a beginner, and he finally understands one thing-

I'm not a genius, I'm not a stupid, I'm just an ordinary person.

Nothing more.

For a man who thinks he is a pretentious genius, this is not a happy thing. What's more, it has only been a few months since the Mid-Autumn Festival competition, the time is tight and the task is urgent, Fang Daoist is frustrated and annoyed, he is very dissatisfied with himself! But what can he do? There is no way, there is no way at all, it is said that the one surnamed Yue of Sanshengfeng has already cultivated to the Zhenjian Taiqing Realm, and when the time comes, he still has no chance of winning at all, not to mention that he will have to compete with others a few times before that, I am afraid that he will not even have a chance to challenge.

How many times have I been discouraged, how many times have I wanted to give up, how many times have I told myself that it is better to forget it than just like this, but but, I can't--how can I! Giving up is failure, failure is losing, losing her, losing everything, losing a glimmer of life! That is better than dying! Fang Yin can't give up, Fang Yin is unwilling to accept his fate, Fang Yin is bent on hoping for a miracle! Whether it's fantasy or dreaming, Fang Yin still has to gamble on this one, even if he uses his life! Fight!

But Fang Yin was still afraid, Fang Yin knew that he was inferior to him, and he was too far and too far away, how slim that hope was, how unmanageable it was, almost one in ten thousand! Hey! This year, Daoist Fang thought a lot and understood something, this year Fang Yin finally began to look for himself and began to do it with his heart. But this year, he is not very happy. Growing up, growing up, growing up is not fun at all. It's like one hundred and eight, one hundred and eight who gradually grew up and slowly had their own ideas, which is not fun.

One hundred and eight teeth grinned and jumped, and the throat whined and roared to express his dissatisfaction, and suddenly circled around Fang Daoist again and again, smashing the stick in his hand left and right to scare people! Fang Yin only did not move, as if unconsciously. One hundred and eight tossed alone for a moment, and then sat opposite with his eyes closed and practiced again. No matter how much the monkey looks like a human, it is also a monkey's temper, and before he can catch his breath, he is caught by a big bird on the tree next to him: "Chicken butt!" One hundred and eight screamed, threw the stick and rushed over!

The benefits of practicing are here, Fang Yin can't see it, Fang Yin doesn't seem to hear it, Fang Yin doesn't care about it, he is only perceiving the operation of the breath in his body, indulging in the drumming and filling of the qi and blood in the meridians of the limbs, indulging in the wonderful taste of the breath running through every vein, indulging in the inner breath, a trace of satisfaction and accomplishment that slowly grows stronger, forgetting his troubles, forgetting his worries, forgetting his worries, forgetting his happiness and unhappiness. When a person devotes himself to something, he is happy. Practice is like this, and sword practice is like this, only in these times, Fang Yin is happy. This is a good thing, because no matter what, Fang Yin has gained a lot in this year, even if he is not very happy.

Start thinking, start understanding, start knowing yourself and start doing it with your heart.

Again, everything is difficult at the beginning, although Daoist Fang did not make a good start, but Daoist Fang still made a start after all, very good, very good, it should really be said that it is gratifying! There must be gains and losses, and there are losses before gains. Suddenly, the wind rose, and a lock of long hair was swept from the corner of his forehead. Immediately, the ends of his hair were pinched up, and he gently pulled them to the top of his head: "One hundred and eight! Practicing is not sleeping, even if you don't look or listen, you don't care, but you still have your own perception.

The fingertips are slightly cool, and they are gently brushed over.

Suddenly, his heart "thumped", and he suddenly raised his eyelids unconsciously.

She?

It's her.

Sure enough, it was her!

There are two worlds in a moment!

The naughty little monkey is gone, in exchange for a big girl with tricks!;