v2 Chapter 52： Dial

Ding quietly looked at the mountain, the cloud, the water, and quickly frowned.

Gold is heavier than water. When it falls into the water, it sinks to the bottom. When ordinary dry wood is thrown into the water, it floats on the surface. The clear air rises and floats at high altitude. The turbid gas sinks and accumulates as dust.

Everything runs, it has its own characteristics, and it has its own rules.

All kinds of natural sources of heaven and earth make up everything in heaven and earth.

Subtle things, passing through this world, will surely leave traces.

The careful hunter can find the footprints of the sika deer in the grass, and the ignorant but idle children can find traces of snails crawling on the grass leaves in the morning.

The origin of practice is to explore the law of the birth and death of all things, to perceive the trajectory left by the extremely fine flow of heaven and earth, and to understand the lines that can change or guide these trajectories.

Words and catalogues are meant to describe such lines, and this kind of freehand scrolling is to directly discard text and drawings and directly depict such lines.

This is a different means of expression.

It is just that compared with the description of the words, the freehand scroll itself is like a character, a circle of law, because these ink lines are themselves runes that can change and guide the heavens and the earth.

Most practices are connected, and many routes have rules.

Therefore, many practitioners who are highly educated are all in one, and they all learn the unknown trajectory through many rules of practice and runes.

Even if these realms have been able to reach the opposite point, seeing some lines have already produced a strong sense of familiarity. When looking at such a volume of enlightenment, the first thing to do is to find a pen.

Find the first pen that left the practitioner of this scroll.

Narrative reasoning, speaking, there will be a sequence, according to the narrative ideas of the practitioners who left this volume, it will naturally be easier to understand the implied method of practice.

However, Ding Ning is different.

Ding Ning directly started with "Italian".

Whether it is his understanding of the practitioners who practiced the practice of the true Yuan practice in the remnant, or the air machine that he felt from the first step into the ink garden, this freehand volume is in the practice of Zhenyuan. Comprehend, there is a big gap between the nine dead silkworms.

Therefore, he does not need to waste time to study the real-life practice methods in the freehand remnants. He only needs to get some useful methods against the enemy - swordsmanship and martial arts!

Therefore, he only needs to distinguish first. Those in the ink have swords, which represent sword marks, which have dramatic changes and twists and turns of the heavens and the earth. They are the symbols used by the enemy.

This is difficult for others, or difficult to do at all, but it is not difficult for Ding Ning.

It was only at this moment that he was deeply frowned. On the scroll, the strongest part of the sword was on the edge of the broken paper.

The few ink lines that had just started to appear disappeared into the broken place.

In other words, the part of the painting that is most valuable to him is in the broken upper right corner.

So what is missing in the upper right corner is not just a corner of the pale mountain. It is not just a tail of the river. On the side of the mountain, there should be something more important.

Ding Ning knows that it should be a star, or a cold moon.

Because he knows that Zhou has used such a sword, so this freehand volume should not be left to this point. Some parts of the corner should be deliberately dug by the Zhou family.

It is this missing place that is the real purpose of his coming here.

He took a deep breath and removed all the other ink lines in his eyes. There was only a strong sword in his eyes, and the ink line related to the broken part.

As time passed slowly, he remembered all these ink lines, then took his eyes off the scroll and slowly turned.

Already over half of the time, Xie Changsheng and others still can't see any way, still seeing the painting is just a matter of counting time, they feel a little dizzy.

At this time, when Ding Ning had an action, they suddenly reacted.

"what are you doing?"

Xie Changsheng was puzzled and looked at Ding Ning who turned around: "After reading? Can't see it, or?"

Ding Ning looked at him and said: "Some doubts, I will quietly sit outside and think about it."

Zhou freehand has been observing Ding Ning's look. Looking at Ding Ning's face, he was deeply frowning. He thought that Ding Ning could not see anything at all. At this moment, he was already annoyed and uneasy, and he needed to calm his mood.

So he said in a cold voice: "So please be free."

"Don't waste time, look at it slowly, I will come back later."

Ding Ning confessed a sentence and walked out of this ancient temple.

On the road outside the ancient temple, he only walked a few steps, and then he looked up and felt the trajectory of the heaven and earth in this ink garden.

"Sure enough."

His mouth tilted up slightly, revealing a hint of coldness. "You really are not dead."

When Zhou Jia built the ink garden, he also integrated the understanding of the freehand scrolls, but most of the comprehension was not really thorough or biased, so the whole ink garden did not become an extremely powerful law. Array.

But perhaps many years later, the natural flavor of the freehand scroll can make a slight change in some scenes of the ink garden. Those who have enough understanding of this freehand volume can feel their mistakes, make some corrections to the mistakes, and realize more truth.

This is an effective, but stupid, long-standing enlightenment.

But in the case of the limit, it is the only way to get in.

Now, I feel the meaning of this whole ink garden. In Ding Ning's perception, most of them are still intricate.

Many practitioners of Zhou’s family have only realized the understanding of freehand scrolls.

However, in the corner of this ink garden, there is a strong air machine, which is a curved courtyard.

Therefore, even if there are many places where the freehand scrolls are incomprehensible or misunderstood, but for the one with the strongest swordsmanship on the freehand scrolls, Zhou has someone who just understands it.

And at the moment, the courtyard where the sword is the most powerful place on the picture is more powerful than the painting.

Therefore, Zhou Jia realized that the person on the debris was still alive.

The missing part of the broken volume was dug by him.

At this time, the man lived in the courtyard.

"So many people are dead, not even leaving any traces, but you are still alive..."

Ding Ning’s cold and irony is getting stronger and stronger, but his face slowly calms down.

He even stared at the courtyard for a moment, then he slowly turned and began to walk back to the ancient temple where the picture was sealed.

......

Xie Changsheng felt a breeze disturbance behind him, and he still had a turn in the future. Ding Ning had already reached his side.

"What did you see, did you realize what?"

He couldn't help but ask Ding Ning softly.

Ding Ning looked at him calmly, did not answer his question, but asked the question: "What did you see?"

"There is no way to see." Xie Changsheng was a little annoyed: "Looking for so long, I barely saw the two groups of ink groups, it seems to be two mountains."

"You only see the two mountains, you only look at the two mountains." Ding Ning looked at him coldly and whispered with a voice that only two people could hear: "Even two mountains can't see Clearly, why should you greedily look at something else?"

Xie Changsheng suddenly took a look.

Ding Ning went on to say: "There are too many mountains. On the two mountains, where you feel more clearly, you only look at that place."

"This is the master who surpasses most of the current masters. You are the current master... Do you think you can look at the whole situation?" Ding Ning finished this sentence, extended his right hand and placed it in front of Xie Changsheng and slowly moved.

His right hand covered the eyes of Xie Changsheng, but there was a small gap between the index finger and the middle finger.

As his palm moves, there is only a small piece of ink line that falls through the gap into the pupil of Xie Changsheng.

Xie Changsheng couldn’t feel the ingenious and subtle changes in the air between Ding Ning’s fingers, but he finally saw a few ink lines and a few “feeling” ink lines.

His breathing was completely stopped. When Ding Ning's palm disappeared in front of his eyes, he suddenly raised his eyes subconsciously, placing his palm in front and moving slowly.

Ding Ning went to Zhang Yi on his side.

Zhang Yi is the one that wrinkles the deepest at this moment.

"What are the difficulties for your brother?" Ding Ning asked softly.

Zhang Yi was shocked, this was discovered to be Ding Ning's general, then dignified and frowning softly: "I take the simplest view, this picture is the simplest at the top, the lines are very sparse, like a few white clouds, but The light lines of these few white clouds are extremely difficult to understand. They obviously feel that they have true meaning, but they don’t feel what it is. The time of this day is obviously not enough. If there are months, it may be realized."

Ding Ning calmly looked forward, he also looked at the few white clouds, and said seriously: "You brothers are really talented, already aware... I think these white clouds seem to be just tangible, but the lower end is light, but the light line Although it is flat, it seems to have the meaning of going down. It seems that this cloud will turn rain."

Zhang Yi’s body suddenly trembled, but his eyes never dared to leave the few white clouds.

As Ding Ning said, his mind was caused by the fact that the few white clouds seemed to flow, and in his eyes it turned into raindrops!