Chapter 1209

Luo Chuan stayed in the river for a long time and did not fall immediately.

He still has one thing to do. His original purpose of going to the long river of time is to complete the remaining works of the Shijing. For a long time, millions of years, Luo Chuan flicked his fingers, but the benefits of harvest have exceeded his imagination.

By this time, he was finally sure to complete the last half of the Shijing.

However, the content of the last half page can not be publicized to the public. Therefore, Luo Chuan did not leave for a long time.

Wow... Wow

In the long river, the white waves rolled and gathered around Luochuan. The waves danced Yingying, as if waiting for something.

"Do you want to complete the final name correction, too?"

With a smile, Luochuan turned the page in his left hand and soon came to page 9. Half of the ninth page is full of scriptures, and the other half is still blank.

Put down the ink pen, Luo Chuan's mind overflowed with surging morality, two black lights flashed in his eyes, his hands were like strokes, white pages in his fingertips, and painted downward!

The final meaning of time can no longer be described in words, because it is impossible to describe such complex morality and morality simply by words, which is also the reason why Luo Chuan has never been able to write before. If he had to describe it in words, he could do it, but he didn't know when to wait. The most perfect interpretation of the last paragraph of morality is the congenital Xuanwen!

Boom!

When the fingertips touch and rub with the Sutra pages, they even make a roar like thunder. There is a dark pattern in the palm. Each stroke will consume a lot of vitality of Luochuan!

Thanks to Luo Chuan's breakthrough in the long river of time, he mastered the mysterious God of time, otherwise he could not depict this mysterious pattern of time.

Luo Chuan worked hard. When his right hand broke away from the Scripture, a dark pattern undulating like a long river appeared perfectly on the Scripture.

Buzz!

At this time, a sky light gushed out of the time Sutra, and incredible things happened. The pages rolled, and the Sutra words flew out of the Sutra and into the long river of time. The Sutra became snow-white again, as if it had never written words. In the end, only the last mysterious grain on page 9 was firmly engraved on the white scroll.

Huaguang bloomed, and a long roar came from the dark lines of time. The howl was as long as the river of time. It was full of complicated artistic conception, as if it could never capture where the howl would eventually fall.

At this time, it seems that the eight and a half sutras on the eight pages of the long river of time begin to move. They break free, but they seem to be full of infinite charm, attracting the long river of time to fly to the Sutra of time.

Across the sky, it seems to drown the Canghai academy and even the whole sea. For a long time, the river finally stops its diffusion trend, retracts and gathers inward, just like a waterfall, pouring into the book of time.

"God, Luochuan really did it!"

"Hahaha, I'm saved!"

"Repel the evil Taoist temple and kill the mixed sea evil Taoist friars... From now on, I will completely reverse the mixed sea situation."

"It all depends on Luochuan. I'm convinced."

The monks of hunhai were overjoyed, and the disciples of Canghai academy looked at the white robe covered by white waves and water mist. No one saw how Luo Chuan completed the last Shijing, but all this was no longer important. What was important was that Luo Chuan's scriptures not only saved Canghai academy, but also indirectly subverted the situation of hunhai.

In the mist, Luo Chuan sighed.

When everything was settled, he did not have much joy. His practice was obedient to his original heart. Over time, everything became natural. Success or failure, honor or disgrace, it was difficult to really affect his mood.

In the distance, the emperors of the great freedom country and the people of Guangtian Pusheng also began to fly here. Luo Chuan knew that if he met for a while and a half, he would not be able to walk away, but Luo Chuan now just wanted to find a quiet place to walk by himself. The matter of Canghai academy came to this, and he was a little tired in the bottom of his heart.

"Wang Hu, you leave with Xue forget first. We'll contact you in two days."

Luo Chuan preached. He looked at half of the Shi Jing, which was floating in the air and attracting a long river. He didn't take care of it. He turned and left.

"I'm leaving without saying hello?"

Just then, Luo Chuan heard a cold, indifferent, sad and joyless sound.

Stopping, Luo Chuan turned his head and looked into the depths of Canghai academy and arched his hand: "senior..."

"Count up, we haven't seen each other for a long time. Luo Chuan, you feel tired. Why don't you come and sit here?"

"I also want to thank my predecessors face to face."

Luo Chuan smiled and turned into a divine flower. He broke away from the long river of time and swept into the depths of Canghai Academy.

Deep in the Canghai academy, in a water curtain cave on a stone platform, a scholar in white sat cross legged on a ternary Bi square stone. On his head was the boundary of light and darkness, and under him was the seal of water, fire, wind and thunder.

Seeing Luo Chuan walking in, the scholar opened his eyes and looked at Luo Chuan carefully. After a long time, he said faintly: "originally, you have grown like this."

"What do you think I should look like?" Luo Chuan sat across from the scholar and looked at the scholar.

The scholar's appearance is not outstanding. Except for two sharp eyebrows like a blade, there is nothing impressive.

But Luo Chuan had a feeling that the scholar in front of him seemed to grow like this.

"The so-called appearance is born from the heart. You are not domineering, handsome or cruel." the scholar sighed.

"So you are disappointed?" Luo Chuan asked. For some reason, he felt a faint loss in his heart.

Up to now, it is difficult for anyone or anything to affect Luo Chuan's mood. But the scholar in front of him was no one else. In those days, Luo Chuan wandered in Hongshan swamp in Tiannan region and was robbed by thunder. If they hadn't helped each other, Luo Chuan would never be what he is today. For scholars, Luo Chuan is both grateful and respected. These feelings existed a long time ago. Instead of losing, they become more and more intense along the way.

Therefore, the scholar's words disappointed Luo Chuan.

"No, you're wrong. I'm very satisfied. Overbearing people tend to be headstrong, handsome people tend to feel good about themselves, and ruthless people can't live long. Although you're not overbearing, complacent, and ruthless, you can be tough and overbearing at any time, full of self-confidence, ruthless and decisive. Only with such a state of mind can you go all the way on the road of practice. Until the end"

The scholar finished, looked at Luo Chuan, who was slightly surprised, and smiled: "At first, a man of practice has only one temperament and state of mind. No matter what temperament and state of mind, they have their own advantages, which can make him far surpass his peers on the road to Taoism. But at a certain height, one state of mind alone can no longer support him. It's like that every second emperor, emperor and even Xuanjun friars have several unique skills, and few rely on one move He will come to the last strong man, unless he can practice this move to the extreme. "

"State of mind and temperament..." Luo Chuan murmured in a low voice, thinking and understanding.

"That's right. You saved Canghai academy by writing the book of time. But there are many kinds of your mind. What you think and read is your mind at this moment. If you and I follow your mind, you will never lose." the scholar smiled. When he finished this sentence, his demeanor gradually changed and domineering, which surprised Luo Chuan.

"As you say, what the devil does is obedient to his heart." Luo Chuan said.

"Yes or no, we can't generalize. In my mind, monks are divided into two categories: one is obedient to the mind and the other is disobedient to the mind. As for the distinction between good and evil, it disappeared many years ago." the scholar smiled: "You have a lot of temperament and mood. For these, you don't need to be paranoid, endure or hide. Only when you really face it can you become a real strong man. Of course, you are already strong in terms of strength."

Luo Chuan didn't know that what the scholar said from beginning to end was instructing him.

He never disobeyed his mind and looked at his temperament, but he didn't know the real meaning of it. Luo Chuan didn't realize it until he talked to the scholar today.

Looking at the scholar, Luo Chuan felt a trace of gratitude.

The next moment, Luo Chuan's demeanor became different. A hazy fog shrouded his body. In the air, he did not move, but his body and appearance became different. He looked domineering, with a tiger back and a strong waist. The next moment, Luo Chuan changed again, his face became very handsome, not inferior to beautiful men such as Ning Tianxing and Nanli. In another moment, Luo Chuan's body shrunk When he went down, he turned into a cruel and cruel man... His heart moved with his will and obeyed his will. Luo Chuan constantly changed into a man of all kinds of temperament, but no matter how he changed, he was still Luo Chuan.

The scholar stared at Luo Chuan, his eyes glowing, nodded slightly, and was obviously very satisfied.

At that moment, as like as two peas, he turned into a white scholar, with eyebrows as sharp as a knife, and staring at the white robes of the same scholar.

"The way of change? Luo Chuan, your chance is really enviable."

The scholar finally laughed, and the laughter spread far away to the outside of Canghai Academy.

"Thanks to the guidance of predecessors, this way of change is really entering the threshold."

Luo Chuan changed back and said with a smile.

Until this moment, he finally had a kind of relaxation that released all his troubles and fatigue, his mind was clear, his temperament moved at will, and he was unspeakably comfortable.

In his body, there is a Tiangang Disha grass, but the way of change is the highest and deepest way in heaven and earth. Although Luo Chuan can become bees, insects, fish and birds, they are all incomplete, let alone change into higher creatures.

Today, with the help of the scholar, Luo Chuanfang was fully enlightened. He was free and easy-going and had a good mind. Even a strong scholar like him could become a scholar. Of course, all he became was his appearance.

"After talking so much, I don't know your name. What's your name?"

Luo Chuan arched his hand, and there was a trace of respect in his tone.

Luo Chuan had guessed about the origin of the scholar's identity. In the past, there was a scholar in the hands of the old rival of Jiulong king, but it was not the appearance of the scholar in front of him.

It may make the Kowloon King admit that he is an opponent, which is also a rare existence.