The moonlight is like water, and the cool silver light passes through the window and quietly shines on every corner of the room. The furnishings in the room are simple and neat, and the air is filled with a light woody fragrance. There is a worn-out book on the table in the center, and a quill is trembling gently beside it, as if waiting to write something down.
Mu Yu sat at the table, eyes closed and concentrated, his posture was like a pine tree, like a sculpture in the weak moonlight. His face looked a little pale under the moonlight, but it was hard to conceal his calmness and determination. Holding the worn-out book in both hands, his fingertips gently slid across the pages, as if caressing an ancient secret.
The wind outside the window gently blows the curtains, bringing the fragrance of flowers in the distance and the sparkling lake surface. It was a quiet night, with only the crickets in the distance and the scent of ink nearby telling the story of the night. Mu Yu's breathing gradually became even, and his heart gradually became immersed in the ocean of cultivation, blending with the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.
The moonlight was like a wash, shining on Mu Yu's body. His body seemed to be absorbing the essence of the moonlight, and a faint fluorescence circulated on his body. His consciousness began to wander and entered a deep and mysterious realm. He seemed to see his own heart, which was a towering mountain. At the foot of the mountain was the chaos of the world, and at the top of the mountain was the boundless and silent realm of cultivation.
The surrounding scenery began to blur, leaving only the faint moonlight and the diffuse fragrance of wood. Mu Yu's heart began to beat, and every beat was like beating on his soul. He began to guide the essence of the moonlight into his body, blending with his own aura and becoming a part of himself.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment. Mu Yu's breath, the brilliance of the moonlight, and the ethereal fragrance of wood all turned into a peaceful picture. The pages of the book turned by themselves under the breeze, which seemed to be adding a boost to Mu Yu's practice.
Suddenly, a powerful force surged out of Mu Yu's body and instantly filled the entire room. Although this power is intangible and immaterial, the feeling it gives people is powerful and shocking. It is a kind of power emanating from deep within, and it is a change brought about by cultivation.
Immediately afterwards, the brilliance around Mu Yu became more and more intense, as if forming a bright halo. In that brilliance, some complex runes were faintly visible, which were ancient cultivation rules and the most original power between heaven and earth.
At this moment, the moon seemed to be a little brighter, and the light shone on Mu Yu's body, making his brilliance even more brilliant. He seemed to have become the moon of this night, lonely but brilliant.
His heart was filled with peace and tranquility. This is what he gained during his cultivation, and is the product of the blending of the soul with the aura of heaven and earth. This state allowed him to understand the true meaning of cultivation more deeply and strengthened his determination on the path of cultivation.
The night is getting darker, and the brilliance in the room is getting stronger and stronger. Mu Yu's aura rises and falls like the tide, disappearing and appearing. And he still sat there quietly, like an eternal sculpture, quietly waiting for the arrival of dawn.
In Mu Yu's practice room, the light was dim, with only a weak lantern swaying in the corner. This room is filled with all kinds of ancient smells, including the fragrance of wood, aged spices, and the unique smell of ancient books. There are several simple scrolls hanging on the wall. Under the scrolls are scriptures written by Mu Yu in neat handwriting.
In such tranquility, the door was gently pushed open, and an old man named Bai Yexing walked in. His gait, although somewhat stiff, had a unique grace. His eyes were like abyss, as if he could see through everything. It was a pair of eyes full of wisdom and deep calm, which shone brightly in the dim room.
The old man was wearing a dark robe, with some seemingly complex embroidery on the corners, but it was an unknown pattern outlined with minimalist lines, which was both mysterious and solemn. He held a finely carved wooden stick in his hand. The wooden stick was engraved with the texture of annual rings, which seemed to tell endless stories.
His face was engraved with the traces of time, and his skin was like old walnuts, covered with deep wrinkles. However, this did not make his appearance look aged, but instead added a kind of admirable majesty. Under the snow-white eyebrows, there is a pair of bright eyes. They are like stars, shining with the light of wisdom.
Although his voice was a little hoarse, it was full of power and rhythm. He began to chant ancient scriptures, and the deep and majestic voice echoed in the room, like a long poem. The sound of every word was clearly audible, and the unique melody made Mu Yu's state of mind instantly become peaceful.
Mu Yu slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was the deep and bright eyes of old man Bai Yexing. He seemed to see a world full of wisdom and experience, and he also understood that this old man would become an important mentor on his path of spiritual practice. The old man Bai Yexing smiled slightly, that smile was like the rising moonlight, soft and warm. He gently sat opposite Mu Yu and began his teaching.
Their conversation was light, like drizzle falling on the lake, creating ripples. What they talk about is the experience of spiritual practice, the understanding of the world, and the insight into life. Their conversation was like the harmony of harp and harp. Although the sound was not loud, it was filled with deep harmony and tranquility.
As the night deepens, the atmosphere of the room becomes darker. But the words of the old man Bai Yexing were like a bright light, illuminating the room. Every word he said was full of wisdom and insight, making people feel like they were in the spring breeze. His language contains both the mystery of Zen and the simplicity of life.
He talked about how spiritual practice is like a whetstone for sharpening one’s mind, requiring patience, perseverance and perseverance. He said that the world is like a huge stage, and each of us is an actor. Although the roles vary widely, everyone has his own mission and responsibility. He talked about life and believed that life is like a long-distance race. Only by persisting until the end can you see the most beautiful scenery.
Their conversation continued late into the night, until the moon was setting and the lights were dim. Old Man Bai Yexing's last words were like a seed, planted deeply in Mu Yu's heart. Although his words were calm, they were like rough waves, impacting Mu Yu's soul. His words were also like a bright beacon, pointing out the path of spiritual practice for Mu Yu.
At that moment, Mu Yu felt a whole new world unfolding before his eyes. The complexity and depth of this world exceeded his imagination. He seemed to see a tough old man dancing alone on the night stage. His dance steps were heavy and powerful, and every step seemed to strike people's heartstrings.
