"Don't worry, I'll choke you."
The old woman looked at Ding Xiaoyi kindly. At this time, Ding Xiaoyi choked on the rice porridge and coughed for a while.
His cheeks were already red from coughing, and the old woman patted his back gently, and then said gently.
Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but feel a warm current coming from the bottom of his heart. He had never felt such kind comfort.
After coughing violently, Ding Xiaoyi felt a blazing warm current rushing towards his sea of stars.
The blazing warm current turned into rolling stars and rushed towards his star sea.
There was another violent shock in the sea of stars, and he was shocked to find that several more stars were lighting up.
He looked inside his own sea of stars, and found that the stars in the sea of stars became brighter again.
He looked at the porcelain bowl in surprise. There was still rice porridge in the porcelain bowl. He had an urge to eat all the rice porridge.
"Okay, you can rest for a while, then go wash this bowl."
The old woman took the porcelain bowl from Ding Xiaoyi's hand and walked to the kitchen.
Ding Xiaoyi looked at the hunched back, but there was an unspeakable bitterness in his heart.
He didn't know why he felt such unspeakable bitterness. The old woman was like his own family, making him feel warm.
Then, a feeling of sleepiness came over me.
His head hung down, and he fell asleep on the table.
In his sleep, Ding Xiaoyi found himself in a mysterious light.
The light seemed to be alive, surrounding him.
The light turned into mysterious energy and surged into his body. Ding Xiaoyi felt the light pouring into his body, like a warm sun, wrapping his whole body in the warm current.
He felt the warmth that the light brought him, and he couldn't help but be intoxicated and unable to extricate himself.
I don't know how long it took, but Ding Xiaoyi was woken up by that gentle hand again.
He opened his eyes and found that the old woman was looking at him with a smile.
"Senior, did I fall asleep again?" Ding Xiaoyi asked the old woman awkwardly.
"Being able to sleep is also a blessing!" The old woman comforted Ding Xiaoyi.
When Ding Xiaoyi heard this, he felt that it made sense, and he nodded hastily.
"I wonder what the senior's advice is for bringing this junior here?" Ding Xiaoyi then remembered that there was something serious to do, and he hurriedly asked the old woman.
"Why, are you so busy? Sometimes when you are too busy, stopping is also a kind of practice." The old woman said to Ding Xiaoyi.
"Actually, I'm not very busy. It's just that I have too many things going on recently and I don't have any clue, so I don't dare to neglect it."
Ding Xiaoyi smiled and replied to the old woman.
"You might as well stop and stop yourself. Maybe you will gain something good."
The old woman walked out of the house and sat on the stone steps of the wooden house.
Ding Xiaoyi also followed the old woman and sat down.
He sat next to the old woman on the stone steps in front of the wooden house.
When the little monsters in the courtyard saw the old woman sitting outside the door of the house, they all ran towards the old woman.
The little deer stretched out his head and arched his head in the old woman's arms.
The old woman stroked the deer kindly, and the deer left with satisfaction.
Several more gentle monsters came to the old woman's arms, and each monster received a gentle touch from the old woman.
"Senior, are you really a demon god?" Ding Xiaoyi suddenly thought of Ding Xiaoyao, and he couldn't help but ask doubtfully.
"Demon gods also have a mortal heart. Look at how cute these guys are. If there were no wars and disputes, they might have become great monsters."
The old woman looked at the leisurely group of monsters, and she replied quietly to Ding Xiaoyi.
Ding Xiaoyi heard a bit of sadness and a bit of bitterness and helplessness from the old woman's tone.
Even the demon god felt helpless and bitter, which showed that this matter was extremely difficult.
But why does the demon god want to see him? He is just a sword cultivator, and the gap between him and the demon god is like a chasm.
He doesn't think he is very powerful, nor does he think he is the savior. He is just a very poor swordsman.
"Yes, if there was no aggression and no conspiracy, they would have become a peerless monster. The same goes for us humans, if there is no greed, we will live happily."
Ding Xiaoyi also sighed.
"Have you gone to the dwarf castle?" The old woman asked Ding Yi kindly.
"We went and entered the memory space that was created when the two worlds collided, which is the dwarf castle. All the dwarves are dead, and there are no more dwarves in the world, and their weapon refining inheritance has also followed. Their annihilation vanishes into thin air.”
Ding Xiaoyi's face was not very good, and he replied to the old woman.
"The rise and fall of every race is inevitable. The gears of time are constantly rolling, and the millstone of time will annihilate everything. Whether they are humans, monsters or demons, they will all be wiped out in the millstone of time. .”
The old woman comforted Ding Xiaoyi.
"What is the meaning of practice? Is it to stand at the pinnacle of the universe or to become the god who looks down on all living beings? Is it eternity or immortality?"
Ding Xiaoyi asked the doubt in his heart.
The demon god is the truly unparalleled powerful person he has ever met.
Moreover, the demon god did not have any ill intentions toward him. On the contrary, he felt an indescribable sense of intimacy.
He never mentioned these questions lingering in his mind to anyone. He believed in the demon god and he believed that this old woman would answer his questions.
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"The meaning of practice is not immortality or invincibility. The true meaning of practice is to constantly break through one's own limits. Whether it is human beings or other living beings, the true meaning of practice is to break through oneself and break through that limit."
The old woman straightened the messy hair on her forehead and explained to Ding Xiaoyi.
"Where is the limit? Is there no limit?" Ding Xiaoyi asked again curiously.
He believes that spiritual practice is a long journey. When you climb a mountain peak, you think you have reached the top.
But you find that there is a higher mountain standing in front of you.
There is no end to the practice record, the realm of mortals, then the realm of immortals, and then the realm of divine realms. After reaching the realm of divine realms, he doesn't know what is there.
But he knew that there were realms one after another behind the divine realm.
He has not reached that height, and naturally he has not been in contact with it.
"Above the Divine Realm is the Saint Realm, above the Saint Realm is the Dao Realm, and above the Dao Realm is the Wu Realm."
The old woman seemed to see what Ding Xiaoyi was thinking, and she explained to Ding Xiaoyi with a chuckle.
"What is the realm of no realm?" Ding Xiaoyi had a look of confusion on his face, and he couldn't help but asked curiously.
"No realm means no realm, which means treating all realms as nothing. Wu realm means returning to nature. This can only be understood, and I don't know how to explain it to you. You will naturally understand it when you reach that realm."
The smile on the old woman's face became even stronger, and she explained to Ding Xiaoyi.
When Ding Xiaoyi heard this, waves of turmoil arose in his heart.
Boundless sounds very profound, but it is not easy to achieve it.
"Who has reached the state of no realm?" Ding Xiaoyi asked curiously.
"We are like ants in front of the boundless power. How can we come into contact with such peerless powerhouses?"
The old woman had a bitter expression on her face, and she said quietly to Ding Xiaoyi.
At this time, the afterglow of the setting sun penetrated through the mottled leaves.
The afterglow fell on the ajar wooden door.
Ding Xiaoyi and that woman sat on the steps in front of the wooden house. The old man and the young man chatted wordlessly.
And the little monsters in the courtyard also stopped chasing.
The peaceful atmosphere arose spontaneously, and the afterglow of dusk was captured by the wooden door.
The jungle was silent.
Only the breeze blew slowly, and the rays of the setting sun shone on the two figures in front of the door, giving them a mysterious halo.
One old and one young, as if time is changing.
They did not notice this scene. This scene happened to be seen by the little monsters in the courtyard, and their eyes showed curiosity and wonder.
"What you have to do is to stick to your original intention. No matter what level you reach in cultivation, sticking to your original intention is the most important thing."
The old woman said to Ding Xiaoyi again.
After listening to the old woman's words, Ding Xiaoyi felt sleepy again.
