Ding quietly looked at the mountain, the cloud, and the water, and soon frowned deeply.

Gold is heavier than water, it sinks to the bottom when it falls into the water, and ordinary dry wood floats on the surface when it is thrown into the water, and the clear air rises, floating in the sky, and the turbidity sinks and accumulates into dust.

Everything runs with its own characteristics and laws.

The various origins of heaven and earth are composed of all things in heaven and earth.

No matter how subtle things pass through this world, they will definitely leave traces.

Careful hunters can find the footprints of sika deer in the grass, and ignorant but idle children can find traces of snails crawling on the blades of grass in the morning.

The origin of cultivation is to explore the laws of birth and death of all things, to perceive the trajectories left by the very subtle flow of heaven and earth vitality, and to realize the lines that can change or guide these trajectories.

The text and the catalogue want to describe this kind of line, and this kind of freehand fragment directly discards the text and pictures and directly depicts this kind of line.

This is a different means of expression.

It's just that compared with those text descriptions, the freehand fragment itself is like a symbol, a magic circle, because these ink lines in it are themselves runes that can change and guide the vitality of heaven and earth.

Most of the means of practice are the same, and many of the routes have a pattern.

Therefore, many cultivators who have cultivated to the advanced level draw inferences from one another, and they all understand the laws of many cultivation catalogues and runes to understand the unknown trajectory.

And even if these realms have already reached the point of drawing inferences from one another, and the sight of certain lines already produces a familiar feeling, the first thing to do when looking at such sutras is to find a starting pen.

Look for the first stroke of the practitioner who left this scroll.

There will also be a sequence of narration and speech, and it will naturally be easier to understand the implicit practice method according to the narrative of the practitioner who left this sutra.

However, Ding Ning is different.

Ding Ning started directly with "meaning".

Whether it is based on his understanding of the practitioners who have practiced the cultivation method of the True Yuan in the Freehand Fragment, or from the Qi that he felt when he walked into the Ink Garden in the first step, the comprehension of this Freehand Fragment in the cultivation of the True Yuan is far from the Nine Dead Silkworms.

Therefore, he didn't need to waste time studying the True Yuan cultivation method in the Freehand Fragment, he only needed to get some useful methods for fighting the enemy in it-swordsmanship and runes!

Therefore, he only needed to distinguish first, those in these inkblots had sword intent, which represented sword marks, and which ones had the talisman that drastically changed and reversed the vitality of heaven and earth, and which were the talismans used against the enemy.

This is difficult for others, or difficult to do at all, but it is not difficult for Ding Ning.

It's just that what made him frown deeply at this moment was that on this scroll, the strongest part of the sword intent stopped abruptly at the edge of the broken paper.

The few ink lines that had just started disappeared into the broken place.

In other words, the part of the painting that is most valuable to him is in the broken upper right corner.

Therefore, what is missing in the upper right corner is not only a corner of the Danshan Mountain, not just a tail of the river, but on the side of the Danshan, there should be something more important.

Ding Ning knew that it should be a star, or a cold moon.

Because he knew that someone in the Zhou family had used that kind of sword intent, this freehand fragment should not have been broken to such an extent, and some parts of that corner should have been deliberately dug up by the person from the Zhou family.

It was this missing place that was the real purpose of his coming here this time.

He took a deep breath and removed all the rest of the ink lines in his eyes, leaving only the strong sword intent in his eyes, and the ink lines related to the mutilation.

Time passed slowly, and he memorized all these ink lines, then pulled his gaze away from the scroll and turned slowly.

More than half an hour has passed, Xie Changsheng and the others still can't see any way, and they still feel a little dizzy when they only look at the painting for a few breaths.

At this time, as soon as Ding Ning's body moved, they immediately reacted.

"What do you do?"

Xie Changsheng looked at Ding Ning who turned around in confusion: "After reading it, can't you see it, or?"

Ding Ning glanced at him and said, "I have some doubts, I'll be alone outside and think about it first." ”

Zhou Xieyi had been observing Ding Ning's expression, and looking at Ding Ning's frowning deeply, he thought that Ding Ning couldn't see anything at all, and he was already a little irritable at the moment, and he needed to calm down.

So he said with a slight coldness in his heart: "Please take care of yourself like this." ”

"Don't waste your time, just watch slowly, and I'll be back later." ”

Ding Ning confessed and walked out of this ancient hall.

He had only taken a few steps on the road outside this ancient hall, and then he raised his head and felt the trajectory of the flow of heaven and earth vitality in this ink garden.

And so it was. ”

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a hint of sarcasm, "You're really not dead." ”

When the Zhou family built the Ink Garden, they also integrated their comprehension of the freehand fragments, but most of the comprehensions were not really thorough, or there were deviations, so the entire Ink Garden did not become an extremely powerful magic circle.

But perhaps many years later, the natural atmosphere of the freehand fragments can make subtle changes to some of the scenery of the ink garden. Those Zhou family members who have enough understanding of this freehand fragment can feel their mistakes, make some corrections to them, and at the same time realize more truths.

It's an effective, but stupid, long-term method of enlightenment.

But when the limit has been reached, it is also the only way to make further progress.

And now, feeling the meaning of the entire ink garden, in Ding Ning's perception, most of them are still full of errors.

The practitioners of the Zhou family for many generations have comprehended the freehand fragments, and this is nothing more than that.

However, in the corner of this ink garden, there is a place where the qi is the most intense, and it is an arc-shaped courtyard.

Therefore, even if there are many places that cannot be understood or misunderstood in many parts of the freehand fragment, there are people in the Zhou family who happen to understand the strongest sword intent on the freehand fragment.

Moreover, at this moment, the courtyard where the sword intent was strongest on the picture scroll was even more powerful than the one on the picture scroll.

So the Zhou family realized that the person on the fragment was still alive.

Many of the missing parts of the fragment were dug up by him.

At this time, the man lived in that courtyard.

"So many people are dead, and there is not even a trace left, but you are still alive..."

The irony in Ding Ning's heart became stronger and stronger, but his face slowly regained its calmness.

He even really stared at the courtyard for a moment, then he slowly turned around and began to walk back to the ancient hall where the scroll was sealed.

......

Xie Changsheng felt a breeze behind him, and before he could turn his head, Ding Ning had already walked to his side.

"What did you see, did you realize?"

He couldn't help but ask Ding Ning softly.

Ding Ning looked at him calmly, did not answer his question, but asked rhetorically, "What did you see?"

"There's no way to see it. Xie Changsheng said with some annoyance: "After watching it for so long, I can barely see two ink balls, as if they are two mountains." ”

"If you only see these two mountains, you will only see these two mountains. Ding Ning glanced at him coldly, and said softly in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "You can't even see the two mountains clearly, why should you be greedy to look at anything else?"

Xie Changsheng was stunned for a moment.

Ding Ning continued: "There are too many two mountains, on the two mountains, which place you feel can see more clearly, just look at that place." ”

"This is a grandmaster who surpasses the vast majority of current grandmasters, even if you are the current grandmaster... Do you think you can see the overall situation?" Ding Ning said this, stretched out his right hand, put it in front of Xie Changsheng, and slowly moved past.

His right hand covered Xie Changsheng's eyes, but there was a small gap between his index finger and middle finger.

As his palm moved, only a small section of ink line fell into Xie Changsheng's pupil through this gap.

Xie Changsheng couldn't feel the incomparably subtle and subtle changes in qi between Ding Ning's palms and fingers, but he finally took this opportunity to see a few ink lines, a few ink lines that were very "feeling".

His breathing came to a complete halt, and when Ding Ning's palm disappeared in front of his eyes, he suddenly subconsciously narrowed his eyes, put his palm in front of him, and moved slowly.

Ding Ning walked towards Zhang Yi beside him.

Zhang Yi is the one with the deepest frown at the moment.

"Senior brother, what are your difficulties?" Ding Ning asked softly.

Zhang Yi was taken aback, only then did he realize that it was Ding Ning, and then said solemnly and sadly: "I take the simplest view, the simplest part of this picture scroll is at the upper end, the lines are extremely sparse, like a few white clouds, but the faint lines of these white clouds are extremely difficult to understand." I feel that I have a real meaning, but I can't feel what it is... This day is obviously not enough. If you have a few months, you may have realized something. ”

Ding Ning looked forward calmly, he also looked at the few white clouds, and said seriously: "Senior brother, you are really talented, and you have already understood... It's just that I think these white clouds seem to be just tangible, the lower end is light but there is water, although the light line is flat, but it seems to have the meaning of going down, as if this cloud will turn into rain. ”

Zhang Yi's body trembled slightly, but his eyes no longer dared to leave the white clouds.

With Ding Ning's narration, as a result of his intentions, those white clouds seemed to flow, and in his eyes they really turned into raindrops!