The river falling from the sky made Ye Wumian couldn't help but laugh.
It seems that the pursuit of wisdom is a never-ending process.
The other shore can be reached, and once you have passed it, there will be another shore.
The "past self" is the "painful self", but for the "new past self", is it not the "wisdom self"?
"The present me" seems to be the "wisdom me" to the "past me", but when I reach the other side again, I look back when I am startled, it is also the "painful me" that is struggling and sinking in the pain of the past and unable to overcome myself.
When a thought is not reached, I am the "painful self"; when a thought is understood, I am the "wisdom self". The "painful self" and the "wisdom self" are obviously separated by only one thought, but when I look back, they are on opposite sides.
Infinitely far, infinitely close, infinitely hateful, infinitely happy.
He took advantage of the situation and recited the words of the great master Su Dongpo: "I wonder if Lingnan is good? But I said, this place of peace of mind is my hometown."
These words that have been passed down for thousands of years can be regarded as a formal answer to the deep doubts that I had previously had.
It's easy to chant, but difficult in the heart.
He finally felt a sense of freedom and comfort from head to toe. The feeling of all diseases disappearing arises spontaneously. The hidden diseases left behind in the life-and-death fight with Zhang Daqiu have completely disappeared, and his internal energy has become more pure. There seems to be endless power in his body.
He clenched a fist, but it turned out to be "beautiful rivers and mountains at the end of the day", and turned his fist into a palm, "spring breeze fragrant flowers and grass".
The palms of his fists turned, and his internal energy surged. The phantoms around him could no longer hold up, and scattered like debris.
I heard Tan Jingcheng shout loudly: "Everyone, be careful, step back, and step back again, so as not to be affected!"
He immediately retracted his fist, restrained his energy, and said doubtfully: "What's wrong? What happened?"
Before he finished speaking, he let out a surprised "ah" and opened his mouth so wide that he could almost fit a baby into his fist.
Looking around, he saw that several clusters of flowers and plants had sprouted in the originally desolate courtyard; one or two of the walls near him in the courtyard had collapsed, and three or four pavilions had collapsed.
The real scene spread out like a scroll, and the people standing around came into view one by one.
Most of the people are familiar, but their clothes are different.
He saw Luo Xiangzhu first, walked up and said, "Miss, what is going on?"
Luo Xiangzhu stared at him blankly, speechless for a long time.
Tan Jingcheng stroked his beautiful beard and sighed: "The next generation is to be feared, the next generation is to be feared!"
Ye Wumian looked at Tan Jingcheng and saw that he was no longer wearing the clothes of a Confucian scholar, but had changed into a training uniform.
Thinking of the changes in this desolate courtyard, with everyone wearing more clothes, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he said in surprise: "Is this, could it be? Could it be that I have been standing still in the courtyard for several months, and now it is spring?"
This statement is so ridiculous that even I don’t believe it when I say it. But other than that, there is no other explanation for the sleepless nights.
Tan Jingcheng smiled and said: "It's not that exaggerated. It's not a few months, just seven days. Seven days ago, you walked into the small courtyard, and once you had an enlightenment, you entered a mysterious and indescribable realm.
First, you were in great pain, and your internal energy was out of control, destroying some buildings in the mansion; then, a green light surged from your body, and the wonderful magic and peacefulness, the virtuous creature, actually made this barren land, flowers bloom and grow. The grass..."
Ye Wumian smiled bitterly and said, "Even so, this is an exaggeration."
It stood for seven days, and during the seven days, buildings were destroyed and flowers and plants were transformed. This is even more amazing than the deeds of some eminent monks and great virtues.
He quickly asked Tan Jingcheng: "Uncle, may I ask if I have hurt anyone in the past seven days? If I have hurt anyone, Amian will be responsible for it. If the building is damaged, I will also compensate according to the price."
Tan Jingcheng helped him up and said, "Amian is out of town. We are all a family, so why should we apologize? Besides, when you realized the truth, I felt something and evacuated some of the clan members in advance. As a result, the house collapsed and the tower shook. , causing no casualties.”
Tan Jingcheng has a generous nature, and he sees that Ye Wumian is a master in the realm of reverse communication. It is especially rare for a woman to achieve this level.
It's too late to win over, so why would you reach out to ask for common things because these are just damaged?
Ye Wumian felt relieved when he heard that there were no casualties.
Thinking of this realization, it has been seven days. Today is probably September 17th and 18th, which is only a few days away from the "September 26th" agreed in Luo Fanxi's letter.
He thought: "It seems that I have to say goodbye to the lady. However, after this farewell, I don't know how long it will take to see each other again. Will the lady live happily in this deep house and compound?"
With this in mind, he couldn't help but look towards Luo Xiangzhu, and she was looking at him. Their eyes met, and their gazes became warm.
Ye Wumian looked at her carefully, her eyes were full of care and concern, and her fair face gradually became rosy.
In the past few days, I have been living a stable life in the Tan family. The food and clothing expenses are not what I could match when I was wandering around the world. Naturally, my complexion has improved.
Ye Wumian laughed at himself: "It seems that I am over-worrying. Miss living in the Tan family is much better than wandering around with me. Miss can be peaceful and happy, and I can walk in the world without worries."
He was thankful, but also felt a touch of disappointment, which was hard to express.
Just as Luo Xiangzhu was about to step forward and hold his hand, Lin Yu chased her one step ahead, firing a steel gun with red tassels fluttering, and the gun shot out like a dragon, shocking the still air and causing sleepless nights.
She said loudly: "Uncle Tan said that you have achieved enlightenment in the past seven days and made rapid progress. Why don't you give me some advice and let me benefit from it!"
This woman really has the demeanor of a hero! Ye Wumian cheered and admired it.
Looking at the tip of the spear intently, seven days ago it seemed to be a cold light that was hard to look at, but now it seems dim and dull.
Confused, I secretly thought to myself: "It's not that the tip of the spear is dimmed, it's that my heart is brighter. Just like under the scorching sun, no matter how bright the candle flame is, it is insignificant."
There was an inexplicable surge of heroic spirit. Ye Wumian danced her long sleeves, pushed forward with her right hand as white as jade, and made an ordinary "mud melts into flying swallows" palm, which was the whisper of spring breeze and the whisper of swallows.
It doesn't look very mysterious, but it emits a huge force that blocks the incoming spear tip.
Lin Yu chased each one with a shot, but could no longer move forward.
This scene seemed familiar. When leaving the Zhemei Inn last month, Ye Wumian thrust out a probing sword at the Yunmeng Sect's "Eight-step Divine Machine" Qi Lianxiao. Qi Lianxiao blocked it in a similar way, easily neutralizing Ye Wumian's move. .
At that time, it was just commonplace.
Now that I think about it, Qi Lianxiao, the eight-step divine machine, was probably already a master of the realm of reverse communication, but he was blind and didn't notice it at that time.
"What a risk! What a risk!" Ye Wumian secretly rejoiced, "If I had attacked so rashly, if I were a narrow-minded person, I'm afraid he would have been displeased and would have killed me. Fortunately, Master Qi has the style of a master. He didn’t say much, he just walked away.”
With his level of cultivation at that time, there was almost no possibility of survival when he was entangled by a master in the reverse realm. It was a blessing to be able to escape unscathed.
