Chapter 283： Fighting Taoism

Departure.

Lin Feng traveled all over the Yanjie.

Years of breakthroughs in retreat have been fruitless.

Lin Feng wanted to come out for a walk.

He came to a plane.

I saw a lot of old acquaintances here.

"It's Xingtian!" Jones Heller looked at Lin Feng.

"Hasn't he been in seclusion all the time?" Wu Wudi thought.

"Right now, he is the only one who still insists on breaking through." Yi Dao said to his heart.

When Lin Feng saw these strong men, they all gathered together.

They were piled high with holy wine and gourmet food.

There was even a group of beautiful servants dancing with them.

"It's been a lot of drunken life and dreams." Lin Feng thought to himself, with a chuckle at the corner of his mouth, and suddenly asked, "You guys are doing well now."

Jones Heller and other powerhouses were immediately embarrassed when they heard the words.

I don't know if I am ashamed of Lin Feng's words, or I am ashamed of what I have done.

As a peak powerhouse in the semi-sacred peak, cultivation has been carved into the bones.

But now they are drunk.

Extremely decadent, he has long forgotten about cultivation.

They felt that Lin Feng's words were a bit sarcastic.

Although there is no problem.

"Humph." Wu Wudi said stubbornly, "The chaotic universe can't be cultivated, we cultivate very well!"

"We have reached the limit, we just have to wait for the breakthrough." Jones Heller also agreed, "Now that the realm of the chaotic universe is locked, no one can break through, not even you Xingtian."

"That is, as long as we wait until the unblocking, we will naturally be able to continue to cultivate and make breakthroughs." Sheng Xing, Yi Dao, and Shen Wu Xie also said the same.

Lin Feng nodded.

He didn't refute, but left silently.

Lin Feng continued to walk.

He saw Wenmu Shen in a plane.

Wen Mushen is painting.

It is a picture of sentient beings in the chaotic universe.

There are mad powers slaughtering and slaughtering life.

Many powerhouses approaching the limit of Shouyuan committed suicide in despair.

There are also powerhouses who cannot break through, and who are close to breaking through, playing with things and losing their minds.

The painting of Wen Mushen is lifelike.

"Your painting is very good." Lin Feng waited until Wenmu Shen finished painting before saying.

"This is also cultivation." Wen Mushen smiled and said, "I use painting to enter the Tao, and painting is cultivation, exercise my mind, and understand the truth of the law."

Lin Feng's eyes brightened, "You are different from other powerhouses."

"You are also different." Wen Mushen smiled, "You have been insisting on breaking through."

"I'm just being myself." Lin Feng smiled.

Wen Mushen suddenly said, "I made a painting for you."

"Oh?" Lin Feng became interested.

"It's this one." Wen Mushen took out a picture scroll and handed it to Lin Feng, "This picture is called [Chicken Bird], and I give it to you."

Lin Feng took the scroll.

He opened the scroll, and a vivid picture suddenly appeared.

In the painting, there is a newly born chick. It is hairless and wakes up in a daze.

After waking up...

The chick looks up to the sky for the first time.

Then, the chicks try to flap their fleshy wings and flutter.

The first time it failed.

For the hundredth time, it flew to a height of half a meter, and then fell heavily.

The chick is covered in scars.

But the other end, still high, looking at the sky.

The young bird's eyes are full of yearning for the sky and perseverance to dreams.

It continued to flap its wings.

a thousand times.

10,000 times.

a million times...

A million times a million times...

fly!

fly!

fly!

The fledgling's dream is to fly to the sky and feel the clouds and the wind.

It fails again and again, it tries again and again.

The chicks seem to be doing their best to fight a war.

The protagonist of the war is itself.

The enemy is that fate.

The result of the fall is nothing but the horn of its next charge of war.

Its constantly flapping wings are a silent roar of fate.

That high head is a contempt for fate.

It's a battle of fledglings and fate.

It keeps failing.

But never gave up.

Failure does not equal defeat.

But give up...

Must be equivalent to surrender!

Chicks are fragile, fate is strong.

Even with a small twist of fate, there are countless ways for a chick to die.

Yet the chicks are still fighting.

Fight with fate.

…

"This painting is good." Lin Feng put away the painting and said, "It looks like me."

"I think so too." Wen Mushen said with a smile, "Will you continue to break through?"

"Yes." Lin Feng affirmed.

"What if there is still no result?" Wen Mushen blinked.

"Is the result important?" Lin Feng suddenly laughed, "Isn't maintaining the fighting spirit more important than the result?"

Wen Mushen's expression changed.

He seemed to understand.

Does the result matter?

important!

But maintaining the fighting spirit itself is more important than getting results!

"Is it unfortunate that there is no light?"

"It's really unfortunate to need light!"

Wenmu understood.

It turned out that Xingtian was also cultivating, just like himself.

What Wenmu Shen cultivates is the heart of painting the Tao.

And what Lin Feng cultivates is fighting spirit and fighting spirit.

The way of fighting.

"It turns out that Xingtian's realm is already so high." Wen Mushen was a little envious and a little jealous.

But it's more about admiration.

This is the way of the strong!

What a strong one.

Self-improvement too!

"It's hard to imagine, what kind of difficulties are there to trap a strong man like Xing Tian with infinite fighting spirit. Maybe when Xing Tian's Dou Dao is completed, he will become the greatest strong man in the endless starry sky!" Wen Mushen thought so .

"In the face of difficulties, in the face of despair..." Wen Mushen thought, "There are living beings who will be willing to fall, give up, surrender, complain, and find many excuses for themselves."

"There are very few who are like those who punish the heavens, facing a desperate situation. Instead, they use the desperate situation itself to hone their Taoism, hone their realm, and polish themselves."

"When it is time to break through, Xingtian will be able to soar into the sky."

Wen Mushen's eyes lit up, "It's like that chick."

"Although the chick has failed countless times, when the day when the wings have feathers, it will be better than other similar..."

"Fly higher!"

"Fly more steadily!"

"Fly faster!"

"Because it has acquired a strong body in the continuous fall, acquired a strong endurance in the scars all over its body, and has sharpened its Taoism in countless failures."

"This Dao has a strong heart and is unmatched!"

"Xingtian is like that."

"He took advantage of the unbreakable predicament and desperate situation, constantly sharpening his Taoism, and accumulating his own fighting spirit. One day, the predicament and the desperate situation will pass."

"The day comes."

"Xingtian will be unstoppable."

Seeing that Wenmu Shen had a lot of understanding, Lin Feng couldn't help but admire his aptitude.

The aptitude of Wen Mushen is indeed very rare.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng suddenly said, "If you can, I want you to paint a picture for me."

Wen Mushen's eyes lit up and asked, "What painting?"

"Telling the story of a young man slaying a dragon." Lin Feng's eyes flashed with fiery heat.

"The most beautiful story I've ever heard is that the princess died and the boy was still burning, and the flames were lit repeatedly no matter how small..."

"What's the meaning of this painting?" Wen Mushen asked.

"Oh, give the younger generation in your hometown a legacy of fighting spirit." Lin Feng smiled.

Lin Feng is now self-cultivating Taoism.

He hoped that the Blue Star players would not cultivate other Dao Hearts.

Just practice the way of fighting.

That is an excellent Dao Heart, and it is also a good inheritance as a Blue Star.