At this time, next to Song Ning, a trace of air ripples appeared to the naked eye, as a silk thread, lingering, quietly, motionless, as if starting with the world and ending with the world.
At this moment, although Song Ning was sitting, Hei Feng felt that Song Ning in front of him was extremely tall, as if Song Ning's entire body had begun to swell, and swelled to a height that he could not reach with his naked eyes. There is no slight change.
Within a foot of Song Ning, there seems to be an invisible force to convince the black wind. The black wind involuntarily sits next to Song Ning, looking at Song Ning piously, as if following Song Ning's sentiment.
Since the beginning of the world, the yin and yang are divided into two poles, which are regarded as two poles, and they are mutually incompatible and indispensable.
Yin and Yang are born Dao, Dao born one, two born one, two born three, three born ten million.
The endless is Taoism, Tao is the foundation of cultivation of immortals. If it were not for Song Ning that he understood the two forces of Yin to Yang, and if he had merged these two forces, then he would not be right or wrong because of this. And touched a trace of breath.
However, for Song Ning, he can perceive the rules and integrate the yin and yang, but this is also the limit. He can feel that there are countless silk threads around him. If he can grasp one, he may be able to achieve the avenue. However, he seemed to be isolated from these silk threads and could not feel it at all, and he could not even see it.
Tao is not something that Song Ning can grasp now, but even so, there are too few, too few people who can have this kind of understanding.
Song Ning closed his eyes and opened it again, just a moment, but in this moment, he thought too much.
"Three thousand avenues, the same path, the same one, only one can be soared."
Brilliant!
This is the sentence that Song Ning has heard the most at the top of Taihe Mountain. Since Song Ning began to practice till now, he has never really had a master, and no one has preached and pleaded for him. Until today, Song Ning finally understood.
These sixteen simple words tell the way of cultivation.
"Hehe ..." Song Ning took a deep breath, looked up at the sky, shook her head helplessly, and laughed mockingly.
Suddenly, the black wind recovered from the state of perception just now. Although it was only a moment ago, he did see it.
If others may not have too much thought about Song Ning's state just now, but the black wind is different. The black wind has existed for thousands of years. In that ancient fairyland, there are countless powerful enlightenments, and when they enlighten It feels exactly the same as Song Ning just now!
The time of enlightenment is not short or long. Some people will be able to enlighten them day and night, but some people will spend thousands of years.
"Master ... You just ..." Heifeng's meaning is still not exhausted, but Song Ning's feelings are over. This kind of feeling can't be met. Even if he wants Song Ning to continue, Song Ning may not be able to find the feeling again.
Song Ning shook his head with a wry smile, he looked at the black wind, somehow, he seemed to be relieved, and then turned his eyes to the distant Taihe Mountain.
"Black Wind, in fact, I think now, my life is indeed extraordinary." Song Ning said suddenly.
Heifeng rarely chats so quietly with Song Ning. I do n’t know when to start. Heifeng always feels that Song Ning ’s state is tight, and the whole person may collapse at any time, but from the beginning, Song Ning seems to have changed. It's a lot easier.
"Is the master enlightened just now?" There was a look of worship in Heifeng's eyes.
Song Ning slowly shook her head: "I feel it, but I don't realize it, I just figured out some things."
"Always feel that the master's state has changed, I do not know what happened?" Black Wind asked.
Song Ning sighed: "His father ... has taught me the scriptures for 13 years. During the 13 years, I kept saying that I can't practice, and I said that my physique is not suitable for cultivation, but it also created a martial atmosphere. My unreal childhood. "
"Speaking?" Heifeng's expression moved. Before that, he thought that Song Ning was once full of mysteries. Maybe they were all arranged by others, but now I hear Song Ning say it, but I still feel a little shocked. What path he has to take in his life has already been arranged. For more than ten years, it may not be a big deal for a monk, but for Song Ning, it is a complete childhood.
Song Ning gently repeated the words of his father-in-law: "Three thousand avenues, which lead to the same goal, can only be achieved by choosing one before they can soar. Can you understand this sentence?"
In the past 13 years, countless times of explanation, this truth has been imprinted in Song Ning's mind. Perhaps it is precisely because of this sentence that Song Ning's ability to realize will become stronger and stronger.
Heifeng was slightly confused when he heard the words, but then he seemed to feel something, looked at Song Ning, and asked, "This ... what is meant by Taoism?"
"Together, you can ascend to the fairyland, the world's Taoism is endless, and the end result is the same. This is the same way, but why do you get the same way?" Song Ning asked.
Song Ning didn't explain it, and it didn't break out. The black wind could be understood. If you break it in one word, then the black wind will never figure out.
Everything has a beginning and an end, and Tao can produce 10 million, so 10 million can finally be unified, and after one is the Tao.
After understanding this truth, the black wind suddenly thought, thinking that the white-haired old man he had seen somewhere in the ancient fairyland sits on the nine-color golden lotus and preached in his body. Next, countless monks prostrate, seemingly fascinated by the Taoism he said.
And what he said at the time ...
"You said that my whole person has changed. Indeed, I have changed. At that time, I always felt that the uncle and the brothers and sisters died tragically. Not long ago, I knew that I might be a chess piece that was played by people. But now it seems that although I For chess, but no one is at the mercy of me. My life came out of my own. I think this kind of life is afraid that no one who can be a master can be arranged in advance. "
Song Ning looked forward to the vast territory in front of him: "If I can arrange my unreal childhood for thirteen years, I will be able to instill a Taoist thought for me for thirteen years, and I can leave a gossip mirror for me, then it must be a purpose, righteous father 'S gossip mirror, Daotian wants to turn on this gossip mirror, so what's the secret in this gossip mirror? "
"The gossip mirror opens, then the nine-day battlefield will open, doesn't the master know?" Heifeng doubted.
"It's not just the Battlefield of the Nine Heavens. Don't you want to know the secret? It's better to open it than waiting for the gossip mirror to open itself. Within the frost boundary, she is still waiting for me." The smile, the gossip mirror, may really have the power of reincarnation time and space.
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