There are no absolutes in this world.
Occasionally, there are a very small number of amazingly talented people who, without reading anyone's annotations, face the original text directly, and can share the joys and sorrows with the poet, and even surpass it, reaching a realm that the original poet has never explored.
Of course, such people often became the annotators of the poem later on, helping a large number of warriors who could only rely on other people's annotations to learn the martial arts in the poem.
"Is this monk one of the very few talented and beautiful people?!"
Sleepless night, my heart is shaking.
He looked at the monk's back, which shrank sharply and was almost invisible.
The scenery in front of him began to become unreal, and the poem the monk yelled at the end began to echo in his ears.
"In the deep snow in the former village, a branch bloomed last night."
He also repeated this poem in a murmur.
At the tip of my heart, there is a lotus blooming, and the fragrance is far and clear.
The lotus in his heart was shining brightly as he comprehended this poem.
【Qiancun. It can be said that the road is far away and no one knows it, so I admire myself alone.
Deep in the snow. The snow is heavy and times are difficult.
last night. In the darkness and cold silence, the bones of pride and coldness sprouted.
One branch blooms. The flowers wither, and I am alone in my beauty. 】
A huge picture scroll unfolded in front of him. In front of him was a desolate and white world.
A cold plum stands proudly in the deep snow, blooming alone in Linghan.
Its existence lights up a colorless world.
The wind blew, its slender body was so insignificant, but no power could destroy it.
"This is infinite vitality. It is especially precious in the middle of winter."
"precious?"
Life seems very precious.
For the living body itself, there is only one experience of life.
Life seems to be very cheap.
As a bystander of other lives, you will see countless lives dying every day, and you will also consume other lives in order to maintain the continuation of your own life.
Livestock dealers and vegetable sellers have marked the price of each life. As long as you have money, you can buy it. Some even package it as a gift.
So, is life precious or not?
"If it's precious, who values it? If it's cheap, who values it?"
Ye Wumian recited the first line: "In the deep snow in the former village."
Look, life doesn't matter whether it's precious or not, because the seasons change, winter will come sooner or later, and the snow will cover it and kill the vitality. Those who are flaunted as precious and those who are denigrated as inferior cannot escape this fate.
But even so, there is still life: "A branch bloomed last night."
Does this reflect the preciousness of life? No, this is not the preciousness of life, but the "constancy" of Tao.
Does winter want to wipe out life? It seems so, otherwise why would the flowers wither?
Doesn’t winter destroy life? It seems so, otherwise why would we keep the plum blossoms to give them the vitality of spring and lay the foundation for them?
So you see, winter neither destroys life nor does it not destroy life. Winter is just winter, and it just obeys the "normal" of Tao.
Tao does not nourish all things and does not destroy all things, but all things are nourished by it and destroyed by it.
When nourishing, human beings point to life and say, life is precious! When it dies, human beings point to life and say, what a despicable life!
Viewed in this way, there is nothing precious about life. It is just the different perceptions acquired and transmitted by people under the "Dao Chang" at different stages.
Even in human subjective terms, "a branch bloomed last night." The grass is scattered, and this branch looks so precious; but it is hidden in an inaccessible place, unknown to the public, and does not fall into the embrace of spring. It wants to be valuable but does not show it, which seems noble but is actually cheap.
That's why the poet Qi Ji, based on his own experience of failed attempts, regretfully expressed his hope: "Next year, as expected, the plum blossoms will bloom on the Yingchun Terrace first." Yes, only when plum blossoms bloom on the Yingchun Terrace can they be praised by others. See, being "valued" by others.
But if it blooms together with various spring flowers, will people still value it because it blooms in the cold weather?
Ye Wumian's eyes suddenly opened, and the picture in front of him suddenly shattered, and the sky was already dark.
He murmured: "Life is neither noble nor cheap. When you think of it as noble, it may become 'the most cheap'; when you think of it as cheap, it may become 'the most noble'."
"Let go of the distinction between high and low, follow the 'Tao', break your obsessions, and gain freedom and great freedom!"
The scriptures and Buddhist sayings that monks and Taoists discussed in the wine shop echoed in my ears one by one.
Every word, every sentence, is golden, shining on the lotus in my heart.
A feeling of breaking through a bottleneck arises spontaneously.
Although I don't know what bottleneck was broken, at least it is impossible to advance to the third level "Qinsui Realm", but the clarity of this heart is no longer the same.
The world is dark and dark, but this mind is uniquely clear.
Because my mind is clear, my eyes and ears are clear, and the pain in my feet that was originally caused by the accumulation of internal energy has completely disappeared, and I suddenly became clear.
Ye Wumian felt like a monk. A strong wind blew up from beneath him, lifting his body and carrying him forward. He was momentarily surprised.
After I calmed down a little, I looked at my toes and saw what kind of strong wind it was. It was clearly a small cyclone generated in the soles of my feet due to the overflowing internal energy.
In the past, when I exerted my strength in Qinggong, I was depressed and couldn't feel happy; now I have an epiphany and feel like a fish in water. Only when you break through the bottleneck and feel calm and free can you do this.
When he ran out of power and needed help, Ye Wumian had already invaded a distance of about thirty feet.
He was very happy: "When I usually do Qinggong, with my practice in the realm of reverse communication, I can only fly ten feet after adjusting my breath once. But now I can fly up to thirty feet in one go. The speed and distance are the same as before." three times!"
After reaching this level, his Qinggong will not only be invincible among masters of the same realm, but at least if he encounters Liu Feng again, he will not be as embarrassed as last time, being chased by him with no way to avoid or escape. .
An epiphany solved the problem of Qing Gong. Being able to achieve such a harvest makes me sleepless and extremely excited.
Without any explanation, he broke through the invisible shackles with direct insights, reached the height of inner knowledge, and drove the newly learned Qinggong poem, "In the deep snow in the front village, a branch bloomed last night", chasing the monks and Taoists with all his strength.
The ground beneath my feet flashed by quickly, and the speed of my eyes could no longer keep up with the speed of this light skill.
Ye Wumian quickly raised his lowered head, fearing that due to the dim sky, he would not be able to see clearly and bump into the haystack.
Due to the long delay in their previous enlightenment, the monk and the Taoist had already run a considerable distance away. By the time Ye Wumian followed the traces of air flow and caught up, it was already midnight.
I can't remember how many fields, hills, and slopes I passed on the way, but I can't remember how many miles I traveled without sleeping.
Fortunately, the Nitong Realm has abundant internal energy and a fast recovery speed. After such a long-distance pursuit, there are still 20-30% of the internal energy left, at least until it catches up with these two people.
I am tired, but more importantly I am excited: the excitement of hearing the Tao, the excitement of making new progress in martial arts!
Across a distance of six to seven feet, the light of the stars and the moon poked out from the clouds, illuminating the cassocks flying in front, the Taoist robes fluttering, and the sound making a scraping sound.
Ye Wumian adjusted his breath and encouraged his Qi, and shouted loudly: "Two masters, stay, stay for now!"
