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- Keep your true heart, keep your true heart, the four saints repeatedly warned yourself to keep your true heart.
Those complicated and seemingly unreasonable principles actually only made Yang Ze realize one thing, that is, to consider problems from the outside of things to the essence.
He just needs to think about the most essential issues about the so-called practice based on the rules of this world.
Because it was so urgent now, he already felt a sense of urgency. Staying in the Tianxuan realm, but able to use the magical "artistic conception" of many great cultivators, he was originally very confident about tomorrow's battle.
However, when he understood and gradually saw the strength of the Situ Temple, his self-confidence naturally shrank and became oppressive. Things are planned by people, and things are accomplished by God. A person can never predict what you will really face in the future. Just like Yang Ze didn't calculate at all, there really are "gods" in this world, and Xituo Temple also has them. "Divinity" is something that transcends mortal cultivation skills.
Yang Ze does not doubt the power of so-called magic. The history of Xituo Temple has existed longer than the two great empires in the world, Shengtang and Gaowen. It can become the first of the four holy sects. Even the prosperous Tang Dynasty, which is as powerful as today, has tried to win over Xituo Temple. Without forced submission, he could know that the temple's foundation was far deeper than he had guessed.
As for the idea that he initially imagined when he entered the empire to trample over the prosperous Tang Dynasty, kick Xi Tuo, and then take Ji Linger from Yu Jing's hands, now it really seems like a beautiful daydream.
That only exists in chivalric novels. It's a pity that even in such a story, Yang Ze is still not the protagonist.
Daydreams always wake up. Yang Ze is now facing the moment when this beautiful illusion is shattered. He understands the soul-shaping magic he has mastered, and understands that if this power can really be transformed into the magic of fighting, he will be extremely dangerous in tomorrow's battle.
He was thinking hard, thinking hard, and as he was thinking, the energy in his body was also changing.
He was in a very depressed mood. His meridians, which had been widened by the divine veins, also appeared to be extremely congested and stagnant under the collision of countless air currents. His muscles were expanding, and there was even a slight tearing sound due to excessive expansion.
Then he spat out a mouthful of blood. The dirty blood splashed into the stream in front of him and quickly spread out, just like ink dripping into clear water, dyeing the stream a slight scarlet color.
It turns out that he spurted a lot of blood.
And because of this mouthful of blood, he finally regained consciousness briefly. And he reacted instantly. If he continues to think like this, he may go astray and go crazy!
But does he still have a way out? He had no other choice, and precisely because he had none, he still had to continue thinking. Even if there are thousands of roads in front of you, they are all wrong roads leading to the abyss, but as long as there is one, it is the right road. Then we can only move forward.
The sea of ????qi in his body seemed to have opened countless acupuncture points. The extremely violent and unstable true qi was rapidly flowing in and out, generating a large amount of heat, and the collision was extremely fierce.
Yang Ze groaned in pain and sat down on the slope. At this time, he has entered a world of selflessness. There are no flowers, grass, mountains and rivers around him, and he cannot see the countless pairs of eyes looking at him from the slope.
"Should we stop him? If he continues like this, he might die before tomorrow!" I saw Yang Ze looking like a madman and spitting out a large mouthful of blood. Xuanyuan Hetian finally couldn't bear it any longer, and deep worry and a hint of distress appeared on her fair and innocent face.
"He has entered the Tao." Song Hui stretched out his hand and blocked her way forward. "If he doesn't come out, he may be trapped in the cage he set for life. This is the most dangerous time and we cannot intervene. Nothing can be done.¡±
Xuanyuan Hetian looked at Ji Linger again.
Ji Ling'er met her gaze and nodded slightly, as if she agreed with Song Hui's view. Because in this place, apart from the disciples of the Four Saints, I am afraid that the only one in front of me, the Grand Master of Song Dynasty, is qualified to give advice on this situation.
Xuanyuan Hetian looked at Ji Ling'er's extremely beautiful side face. If this face were put in a mundane world with a touch of makeup, it would be the most devastating existence in the palace that would bring disaster to the country and the people. If you lose a little bit of weight and stay in the nunnery, you will be the object of admiration from all the people without disturbing the dust. This is a face that does not easily evoke negative emotions.
But Xuanyuan Hetian suddenly felt a little disgusted with this.
"Are you always this aloof and indifferent?" She looked at Ji Linger and said suddenly.
Ji Linger looked at her calmly and said nothing.
"I once discovered that you are not a cold-blooded person, but now it seems that you are actually an extremely selfish and cold-blooded person"
"youGrowing up in the sparsely populated northern wasteland, he experienced the strict rules and the path that he could not rebel from being instilled in him by the Temple of Situ. You seem to be a lofty saint in the world, but you are actually a pathetic life, so you discovered your own patheticness and hoped to escape from your original shackles. Even if you have never thought about it this way, your subconscious mind always thinks so. "
"But no one in this world can go against the will of the Xituo Temple. Even the two major empires in the world, everything is maintained stable by a conventional ruleuntil he appears, until Yang Ze appears!"
Xuanyuan Hetian suddenly lost control, as if she was willful sometimes. But everyone at the scene could see that she was different now than before.
It was as if she had experienced some kind of baptism, which transformed her from a heartless girl to a mature woman who understands the world, both physically and mentally.
Ji Ling'er still didn't answer, but at some point, her fingers closed tightly in her sleeves.
"You are eager to escape from the life that is difficult to breathe, so Yang Ze becomes the only opportunity. Your real purpose in going to Earthsea is not to rescue Yang Ze, but to escape from the temple of Xi Tuo because of your hidden heart. It¡¯s just a wish! Yang Ze¡¯s existence is just to give you an excuse and opportunity to deviate from the path of Xituo Palace"
"Actually, it was you who took advantage of Yang ZeIn fact, it was you who made him so homelessIn fact, you are such a cold and selfish person!"
Listening to the direct rebuke from Xuanyuan Hetian, her best friend. Everyone looked at Ji Linger in silence and shock. Some people's eyes flashed with sympathy, and some even let out a sigh
"You want to say that I'm heartless." Ji Ling'er's mouth gently lifted, her smile a bit difficult and sad.
"But why do you do that?"
There was silence all around, no one said a word at this time, these words were very calm, but everyone noticed the coldness and a hint of sullenness in Ji Linger's words. So they feel more and more suffocated.
"How can it be that you and he have lived together in the illusion created by the pear tree for three years?" Ji Linger's fingers clenched tightly, "don't forget, you are not his wife."
She is actually a person who is very afraid of getting hurt, so she is cold and arrogant, which is why she will choose to fight back in the most ruthless and sharp manner against external harm.
Even if the person in front of her is her closest friend, even if she actually hates herself and regrets it when she says these words.
Xuanyuan Hetian looked at her in disbelief, with a hurt look in his eyes. Then she slowly backed away, then turned around and ran away. Her figure was like a harrier, quickly disappearing into the forest.
No one expected that such a scene would happen and they were stunned in place. And almost everyone wisely chose to remain silent.
Ji Ling'er grabbed her arm and lowered her head. She didn't know why she said such words. But what Xuanyuan Hetian said just now made her really angry in her heart.
Even though she really wanted to tell her, the reason why she decided to go to Earthsea to rescue Yang Ze was just because of the look she made with him at the hot spring of Daye Palace that year.
Just one glance, which makes no sense, determines many things after that.
Boom! A sound broke everyone's silence at this moment.
Almost at the same time, the people in the pavilion and standing on the shallow slope, including Xuanyuan Hetian who flew out, raised their heads or turned their heads to look at Yang Ze's position.
I don¡¯t know how long it took, or how long I persisted in the rapid flow of Qi in my body. Or how long it took for him to wake up after being unconscious, Yang Ze has been in a trance.
In this state, various pictures kept popping up in front of his eyes.
These pictures are very abstract and come from various artistic conceptions, including the blue glass sword intention that he learned from the great swordsman of the Gaowen Empire, the storm and tide intention of Kunlun in Xuanyuan Cod Sky's portable mirage, and more Including the Shura phase, there are many images that I have never seen before.
"These images are either swords, storms, Shura, the god of war, simple monks, ghosts, ghosts, snakes, or flying fairies. These countless images are constantly combined, broken into particles, dissipated, and then condensed again into another appearance.
He woke up suddenly and suddenly found himself lying in the stream.
The gurgling stream stretches along the grassy slope to the farthest point. A few strands of broken leaves from the upper reaches floated on the water layer, circling around. This is a very quiet picture, and it is also a very common picture. This kind of situation can be seen everywhere, in every morning, in every dusk-shrouded evening, in every spring, summer, autumn and winter, in every field, every street, every On people.
Yang Ze raised his hand and stirred the stream.The water flow rippled, and the dead leaves floating in the water were disrupted by this movement and drifted aside.
He suddenly seemed to understand something. His eyes became extremely clear and deep.
?? Mountains, rivers, fields, lakes, and the lives of people in villages and towns that seem to never change. In fact, maybe just stretching out a hand to fiddle with it somewhere and breaking off a flower can drive away a butterfly.
When a butterfly flies and flaps its wings, it may affect thousands of butterflies near the lake.
Thousands of butterflies will subtly change the most primitive ecology, eventually layer by layer, until the surface geography that is impossible to change has also changed.
The smallest details can be combined into the greatest things.
The most subtle changes can still produce huge transformations.
So Yang Ze seemed to see the most essential things in the world.
The tiniest particles make up flowers, teacups, girls¡¯ bras, and soldiers¡¯ swords all things in this world are full of vitality.
The essence of spiritual practice is to use these small things that are everywhere in the world to gather into rivers, and quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes.
Practitioners have cultivated the sea of ????qi, and can use the vitality of heaven and earth through the sea of ????qi to gather their own bodies. This is true qi. However, this is the bottleneck of most practitioners in the world, because they can only limit their ability to practice to themselves. They have their own limits, and their practice has limits. This is the limit of the Tianxuan realm.
"However, great practitioners can transcend this physical body and use their own power to move thousands of pounds to mobilize the vitality of the world. Forming an image generated by the resonance of their sea of ??consciousness and the vitality of heaven and earth.
This is the artistic conception.
The artistic conception is a song played by the practitioner himself as the string and the vitality of heaven and earth. It is the manifestation of the vitality of heaven and earth that is borrowed from the practitioner himself.
The stronger the resonance of the sea of ??consciousness, the more vitality of heaven and earth the practitioner can call upon, until it is so huge that mortals cannot predict.
This is entry into the Tao.
Yang Ze has entered the Tao because he has understood the Tao.
Since you know the way. So he broke the path.
In an instant, the energy of heaven and earth walked around him, forming various incarnations, including fairies, skeletons, Shura, angry-eyed Vajras and kind-faced Bodhisattvas These are armor, his extroversion, and the resonance of the energy of heaven and earth. It's the artistic conception.
So from now on, Yang Ze has stepped into the right path!
People in the pavilion and meeting room, people on the shallow slopes, people by the stream. Uproar, shock, astonishment, disbelief, everyone looked at that part of the ramp with great expressions.
The history of spiritual practice in the world is full of many great practitioners who became great practitioners within a hundred days, and became brilliant geniuses who became famous in the world at one time. They have also seen the supernatural powers and artistic conceptions of many great practitioners. But in a lifetime of experience, no one has ever seen so many artistic conceptions all flashing back to one person at the same time.
They were left stunned, staring numbly at the various images that kept appearing on Yang Ze's body on the ramp. It was like watching a bizarre journey. Everyone was taken up into the sky and refused to fall to the ground.
In the gaze of everyone's shocks or praise, Ji Linger took a pull and retreated.
At this time, she saw Song Hui¡¯s questioning gaze.
"Brother Yang entered Taoism overnight, and from now on, another legend will be added to the cultivation world of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. At this moment, I think Brother Yang must want to see you the most I finally came to the mountain, why don't I go to his In front of him? Or do you just want to be a woman who silently looks at him behind his success?"
Ji Ling'er shook his head gently and disappeared behind the ecstatic crowd around him. "When I came here, I just wanted to see such a moment. I witnessed this moment, so I am very happy now, very happy for him, or There is still a little bit of pride. Now that I feel at ease, I can leave peacefully"
Song Hui sighed slightly and joked, "I don't know if this counts as helping each other when it's time to send charcoal, and forgetting each other when adding flowers to the cake."
Ji Ling'er smiled like the last light of dawn, noncommittal, "If you can, please give him a message for me"
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