On the ancient road in the wilderness, the autumn water has the same color as the sky.
A few sparks quietly erupted in the dry firewood and flew away with the wind, awakening the napping birds in the haystack on one side. But before they could flap their wings and fly away, a sharp edge pierced the wing arm and came down several times in succession. There were already several more birds, but they were no longer able to fly away.
A clothed man sitting by the campfire blinked and muttered, "How cruel."
Even though the man's voice was very low, it was still heard by a woman in white not far away. The moment he turned around, a cold light hit the man's sight, frightening the latter into a cold sweat. He quickly said with a smile, "This kind of work should be done." You asked me to do it, Miss Baili, you are so untouchable, I really feel wronged to you."
The woman in white's face remained frosty, and she still stared at the person in front of her with a strong sense of blame.
Seeing this, the man stood up and said, "It's me you're talking about cruelly."
Hearing this, the woman smiled and said softly, "I'll go to the river to clean it, and I'll leave it to you when I get back. Remember, put more cumin."
The man nodded, and then watched the woman in white walk towards the river, feeling relieved in his heart.
Sitting next to the bonfire, he looked at the distant horizon again. As early as sunset, the two of them found this place to rest. It was almost early winter here and the temperature dropped sharply. Then they lit a fire to keep warm. Unexpectedly, After a while, Miss Bai Li caught a few game animals. Is it possible that she is still thinking about her craftsmanship?
As soon as he thought about this, the man suddenly remembered his trip to Canghai with her in the early years. It seemed that he had shown his hand to her at that time. No wonder he missed the smell of cumin.
The two of them were Mo Guyuan and Bai Li who had been traveling from the fifth level. Since they were teleported out, they had been wandering here for more than half a decade, but they could not find the exit.
Spreading out the map of the Emperor's Treasure House given to him by Bai Li, Mo Guyuan carefully observed the signs. According to the red light emitted from the map, the two of them were currently on the fourth floor. It seems from the original traces that if you can't find the exit to the next level, it will be difficult to get out of here.
Mo Guyuan looked at it carefully for a while, but unfortunately the red light on the drawing could only flash the position of the person holding the scroll, and could not see the direction of other people. This made Mo Guyuan quite anxious.
From the very beginning when he entered the Heavenly Emperor's treasury, he had entered together with Yu Nie and others. However, it was only because he had tricked Li Mu and Xiao Heng on the eighth floor that they were forced to fall into the hands of the enemy. Now it is not known who they are. where. Fortunately, Yu Nie woke up in time at the last critical moment, and after bringing Yu Qinggong and Luo Kui Dumpling into the stone door, Yu Nie must be there, and Yu Nie and Luo Kui should be fine.
"Seven Star Island, Kongtong..." Mo Guyuan's face changed slightly, and there was a bit more murderous intent in his eyes.
With thoughts swirling around him, Mo Guyuan slowly put away the scroll in his hand. While Bai was leaving to clean the game at the river, he quietly closed his eyes and began to look at the world in his mind, taking in and out of breath.
Nowadays, Mo Guyuan can come and go freely when he enters the inner world in Dantian. He is many times more powerful than when he first entered the practice. You must know that at that time, he could not even know the changes in his Dantian. If it were not for The few wisps of the remnant soul of the senior hidden in the Xuanyuan Sword inspired visions, and I was afraid that I would never be able to open this door.
The only regret is that when Canghai and Ling Taotao were fighting desperately, the last remnant soul of the senior was wiped out, and nothing strange happened since then.
With mixed feelings, Mo Guyuan's thought came out from the top of the clouds until he was suspended high in the sky in the world of the sea of mind, overlooking the dazzling splendor of this world.
The sword shadows lined up their troops and worked tirelessly along the path of heaven and earth. Wherever they passed, the sea of clouds rolled and roared, vast and surging.
At the end of the mountain shrouded in clouds and mist, Mo Guyuan could feel that the sword pool was getting stronger and stronger. The concentration of the sword intention in it seemed to be more turbulent than the last time, and the sword energy that had grown up also turned into the world's sword energy. The shadow of the sword drifts with the current, endless.
"If this continues, one day my heart will be filled with the shadow of this sword." Mo Guyuan had a sudden thought, but he couldn't help but feel happy on his face.
The sword shadows here are generated by the sword intention in the sword pool, and each sword shadow is tempered day by day in the sword pool. It is extremely powerful and pure.
Back then, when he was assassinated by Seven Star Island in Jingxiao Guanshui, Xishan, he lost all his cultivation. At the critical moment, he relied on the sword shadows in the world to survive. However, without the blessing of cultivation, once these sword shadows left the body, Just like a river that goes eastward and never returns, it is really a waste of money.
"It seems that it is still far from enough. What kind of danger will we encounter? Once we fight for our lives, these sword shadows are our last resort. How can we not have more, the better?" At this thought, Mo Guyuan suddenly felt like he wanted to kill him right away. The urge to fill this world.
It's just that the sword energy in the sword pool has never been controlled by himself. The sword energy floating out from the sword pool seems to be innately controlled by some kind of law, and he can only let it develop. The only thing that can be controlled by himself is It is the sword shadow that finally transforms into, this is the final killing move.
Mo Guyuan looked at it for a long time, reluctantly looking away from the sword shadow. When he was about to go to the sword pool on the high mountain, his eyes suddenly focused. He was actually in the gap where the sword shadow passed by. , he was surprised to see some strange white flowers growing on the ground below.
Flying straight down, Mo Guyuan soon leaned over and got close to the white flowers sprouting under his feet. After a careful sniff, there was no smell, but Mo Guyuan was stunned on the spot, his pupils staring at the calyx in front of him in disbelief.
"The movement of heaven is strong, and a gentleman will never stop strengthening himself."
This is a sentence that Mo Guyuan saw in the calyx in front of him. To be precise, these lines of words are intertwined together to form the shape of this white flower.
As if he felt something different, Mo Guyuan soon recovered from his shock. He looked around, looking at the white calyxes under his feet. They were uneven, big or small, and no flower was exactly the same. , no sentence is repeated.
"These..." Mo Guyuan murmured, his mind going blank.
"A gentleman's actions in the world are the way of the world, his actions are the laws of the world, and his words are the principles of the world."
"The way of heaven and earth can be summed up in one word. If there are no two things, then the creatures will be unpredictable."
"Being sincere is the way of heaven; being sincere is the way of man."
Looking at the words floating and twinkling in his eyes, and the white petals swirling in front of his eyes, Mo Guyuan's eyes were hazy. The memories of his childhood flooded into his mind again at some point, and the kind and kind face in his impression also quietly emerged.
Some of the words were told to me by my mother, and some were read to me by the teacher in the school. I didn’t understand them at the time, so I just shook my head and read along with him. Later, it became the only way to relieve stress in my depressed life. When he has nothing to do, Mo Guyuan will always study the Confucian maxims he has heard in the past during his practice. He has heard and seen them and read them by heart.
It turns out that the principles I have read and heard will one day quietly take root in my heart.
Perhaps he himself had forgotten many of the sentences, but after listening to them and reading them at the time, even if he didn't understand them, they were gradually accumulating and slowly changing as he went through the world.
Some people are reading books silently in the spring meadows, enjoying themselves endlessly, pleasing the eyes and the eyes, and enjoying themselves heartily.
Maybe the sound of turning the book was a little dull, but suddenly a gust of spring breeze came, and suddenly the fragrance of thousands of pear trees in bloom assaulted the nostrils, refreshing the heart and lingering.
Mo Guyuan brushed away a flower petal in front of his eyes, feeling the departure of the breeze, his eyes were blank.
Before he could take a closer look, another gust of breeze followed closely behind him, penetrating every nerve in Mo Guyuan's body, making him feel like a spring breeze, making him feel more comfortable.
Mo Guyuan looked up, and those wind marks seemed to be able to catch shadows. It seemed that the words were also arranging in formation. The avenue was simple and full of redundant texts.
"The most perfect nature, the most perfect way, is created by nature."
"My heart is ignorant, and God rewards my love."
"Heaven and earth have no boundaries, and all things are unified."
Mo Guyuan pursed his lips. He was very familiar with these. He studied hard day and night, and practiced hard. Of course, he knew that this was what he had read in the Huangting Sutra. It was a technique and a principle, and it was the basis for his practice and enlightenment.
Learn Confucianism when you are young, and learn Taoism when you are old. Life is full of changes. Cultivating the mind and character, and cultivating yourself as a person are the principles and foundation for moving forward.
The wind was blowing constantly, and this time Mo Guyuan no longer needed to uncover the truth hidden in the flowers. The wind blew by, and wherever he passed, the Confucian principles and Taoist maxims were all read under his eyes, one by one. Crossed.
Mo Guyuan was in a peaceful state of mind, and he forgot himself and was in this ocean of words, as if he was intoxicated.
On the top, every time the sword shadow in the monstrous sword river passed by this place, it suddenly became silent. The cold sword energy was instantly restrained meticulously, and then the sword shadows seemed to be afraid of disturbing something, and they carefully avoided it. Passing through this land of spring flowers and blooming flowers, the sword once again swung in all directions and swept away from the clouds.
The sun-shooting bow of Hou Yi suspended high in the sky in the world of the heart sea shines brightly, like the dawn of the sun, reflecting the brilliance of the entire heart sea.
The mighty sword shadow was also covered with a layer of golden shimmer, and the sound of the contending swords dissipated without knowing when. Everything was quiet, except for the man on the green land who was sitting upright, saying that The sound of reading loudly moves the sky, sincere and clear.
For a long time, Mo Guyuan stretched his waist comfortably, his muscles and bones creaked, and a bit of purple energy leaked out. In an instant, he was entangled by the Tao wind, and then he threw himself into the Confucian flowers.
Mo Guyuan stood up and once again felt the endless mystery here, and then nodded with satisfaction, his mind moved slightly, and the sea of clouds once again covered this place from people's eyes and ears.
It's just that Mo Guyuan quickly stopped laughing. There seems to be no need to hide it here.
Rising from the ground, Mo Guyuan shot straight into the sea of clouds with one foot. His body was as strong as a dragon, and he was like a fish in the water.
"Hey, the state of transformation into gods is complete."
