Sage...... That's how you see people?

Xu Yishan's mind was a little trance, and in the trance, Xu Tonghui's voice came unhurriedly:

"The journey of the avenue is like the sun and the moon. ”

On the first day Leng Qingyun entered the family studies, the husband who taught them used a small stick as thick as a snow-white little finger to write these eight big characters on a black flat board that occupied half of the wall.

......

In this way, Xu Yishan, a powerhouse of the earth level, began a fantasy journey.

This is...... Scripts?

From the moment he heard the first sentence, Xu Yishan's trance was forcibly pulled back, and he was also pulled back from some conjectures about the saint, and his mind was firmly nailed to the content of the script.

The script, the stuff made by the Juxinglou of the Four Seas.

In fact, there are also these things in Nanzhou, Kyoto, and it is not the originality of Juxinglou, it should be said that Juxinglou is to follow the practices of other places.

But in this county town, it is indeed only the star building.

And Xu Yishan has also read a lot of scripts.

After all, it was something made up by cultivators.

As a high-level cultivator, in fact, he would be willing to come into contact with anything related to cultivation, especially the earth-level mastery, after his cultivation had been stagnant for a long time.

At first, he even saw the script as one of the possible breakthroughs.

It is true that most of the people who wrote the script were some low-level cultivators, their level, their level, and everyone tied together, which was not enough for Xu Yishan to pinch with a small finger.

But the reason why a script is a script is that it is between reality and fiction.

Needless to say, here in Xu Yishan, all the "truths" in those scripts are rubbish and not worth seeing.

However, those "fictions" are not only made up, but also imagined.

When a low-level cultivator breaks through the shackles of reality and begins to think about what is wrong......

The vast majority of the things he came up with are still garbage for Xu Yishan.

However, there is still a little bit, a little bit, sometimes it can give him some different inspiration, make his eyes light up, "Hmm, can it be like this?" "Yes, you can try." ”

These inspirations are also extremely sporadic, and they are all small inspirations, and in serious terms, they are insignificant.

But Xu Yishan is still happy to do it.

In addition to practice, you always have to find some leisure.

This act of picking up shells on the sand stall is a small pleasure.

Yes, Little Pleasure's.

The waves kept coming and going, going and coming, and occasionally, leaving a few shells on the beach.

Pick it up and take a look.

Most of these shells are similar, with few novelties.

But that doesn't stop you from picking up new shells when they're picked up by the waves. - What if there is something new?

This is Xu Yishan's overall impression of things like "scripts".

Yes, those scripts in the Juxing Building's book display pavilion have a fixed reader, that is, Xu Yishan, the county guard.

If only those who wrote would know about it.

No, even if it is to let Sihaimen know, it is enough to make them proud for a long time.

Xu Yishan!

Day of them in Annam!

But, of course, they don't know.

What is good at the top will be very bad at the bottom. Xu Yishan didn't want his little hobby to deteriorate and be made boring by those guys with ulterior motives.

Therefore, from beginning to end, his hobby is just a hobby, not known to the outside world.

At this moment, this "old reader" is the first time in his life, in a special way, not to read, but to listen to a script.

In a completely unexpected.

What he didn't expect was that this time, he was not picking up shells on the beach.

But without any psychological preparation, he was suddenly swept into the mighty sea by the protruding waves.

"The journey of the avenue is like the sun and the moon. ”

These are just eight words, the first eight words of this book.

Listening to his ears, it was like being in the East Mountain, the spiritual place where he cultivated, at dusk, strolling at the foot of the mountain.

The sun is setting, and the tired birds are returning.

And in the midst of the silence, suddenly, a huge bell rang.

It rings in the ears, rings in the heart, and rings outside the mountains that don't know how far away.

Xu Yishan's expression became very solemn, and his attitude became very serious, and even, as if he had become one of those elementary school children in the script, listening carefully to every word that came out of Xu Tonghui's mouth!

"You're a child, I'm an adult. The gentleman said, "I'm 'taller' than you, it's a big one." ”

"The small ones are less, the big ones are more, and the 'many' is also a kind of big. ”

Hearing this, the shock in Xu Yishan's heart was inexplicable.

Is this a script?

Is this actually a script?

The way of cultivation is to be pragmatic and near, and it must be from near to far, step by step, and move forward steadfastly.

is a stupid person, so ambitious, so vain. The little condensing people, often the heavenly steps, the saints at every turn, and even the earth steps are often ignored.

In the script.

More than one script.

Xu Yishan often saw, "You are a small step, and you dare to be rude in front of my heavenly steps?"

Although he knew that this was just a script, whenever he saw this kind of scene, Xu Yishan couldn't help but shake his head. - A small staircase?

With such a tone and the mentality revealed in it, it is doomed that such a cultivator will not have any future.

Don't say anything about his own advancement to the ground.

That's not true.

Even if it is at the level of the human level, it is impossible to go well in a down-to-earth manner!

People who don't look down on "small" will never go "big".

Back then, at the beginning of the introduction, his master was like the gentleman in this book, and gave him a lesson.

The state capital, the home of the master.

Shizun stretched out his hand and pressed lightly, and a huge rockery turned into fragments in front of his eyes, and those fragments were all the size of his fingers.

"Yishan, you count, how many of these fragments there are. Shizun said.

For almost a whole month after that, Xu Yishan was doing this.

Pull the pieces and count them one by one.

Count to the back pain, hand numbness.

Count until the sky is dark, and the eyes are dazzled.

Thirty-seven days!

Thirty-seven days are counted, and the difference of three days is a whole month!

Xu Yishan will remember this clearly for the rest of his life, remembering almost every detail at that time, including all the changes in his thoughts in those thirty-seven days.

From the novelty and excitement at first, to the quick boredom and small complaints, to the numbness and just wanting to finish it as soon as possible, to finally finishing.

When he finally finished scratching the last piece of shard.

When he stood up, he looked at the empty front of him, and then at the behemoth behind him.

At this time, his master appeared.

Stroking his head.

"Yishan, look at it. ”

In the eyes of the little Xu Yishan, the pieces that had been pulled by his own hands were in place, piece by piece, slowly, and recombined.

From broken to whole.

Really slowly.

The combination of each piece, Xu Yishan can see it clearly!

Slowly, the base is formed, slowly, the base grows from small to large, and slowly, one small piece of gravel after another keeps merging on the base.

Xu Yishan's little hand held the big hand of the master.

The small figure leaned against the big figure, from long to short, and from short to long.

A complete brand-new rockery was formed little by little under Xu Yishan's full attention.

In the end, the rockery on their side formed two words from the gravel, "Yishan".

"Yishan, from now on, the name of this rockery will be 'Yishan', your mountain. Temporarily deposited here for the teacher. When you have attained the Heavenly Rank in the future, come and bring it back to your own place. ”

That's a long time......

It was a long time ago.

But it always feels like it happened yesterday.

And this teaching of the master has always been remembered by Xu Yishan.

As his level of cultivation continued to change, the original lesson also kept changing the content in his mind.

From condensation to pulse, it is a look.

From the pulse to the enlightenment, it is a look.

Stepping from the human steps to the ground steps, it is another appearance.

A look and a new look.

But no matter how new it is, at the beginning, the image of him squatting on the ground, pulling small stones one by one, has never changed.

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