Chapter 285

The article on the stone wall is called Jie Zi.

A man hides six feet high between two instruments. He doesn't work hard and soars with two wings. He drowns the years and lives without education. What's the difference between birds and animals? What will you be? Be careful not to make the pro pity and the evil quick! Be conscientious, never lazy, day and night. When you are in trouble, you must be clear in reason and determined in your heart. Drilling flint to remove fire can continue the rising sun; Waving the wind of he can follow the screen. Things are small but beneficial. Don't people use them all?

Learning industry should concentrate on thinking, gather your feet, accept your heart, concentrate on the top of a thousand feet, and wander on the surface of the eight poles; Jun hair in the clever heart, expressing algae for spring, should do things with precision, not afraid not to take shape; Creation takes God as its weapon. If you can do my best and listen to the destiny, you are worthy of your parents! Follow this way, you will not fall down all your life. Encourage it. Take my words as a proverb. Don't be indifferent to your heart and don't be hazy about your ambition.

"Drilling flint to remove fire can continue the rising sun; Waving the wind of he, you can chew these two sentences in the article repeatedly in the tuyere of "screen Yi". For a moment, you fall into meditation and drill wood for fire. Although the light of the fire is slight, it can bring inch by inch brilliance at the sunset; The wind from the feather fan is insignificant, but when it is hot, it can relieve the muggy following the natural wind.

Little things are accumulated. If you are willing to give up and don't act, you will eventually fall into the mud and want to get rid of your weakness.

Zifeng frowned and looked at the whole article of less than 200 words. His lips pursed deeply and fell into meditation. The train of thought has never been as clear and palpable as it is now. The whole sea of knowledge has been swept by a mighty wind. I only feel that thousands of dust in my heart have dissipated and no longer exist. The mind also becomes transparent, just like the bright sky above the head, the white clouds are magnanimous, and the sky is blue

I don't know how long he stood, Zifeng 'breathed out a mouthful of turbid qi and returned to his mind. He was refreshed. When I looked at the stone wall again, I made a respectful deep bow and thanked him.

After that, he sat down in the cave, and the "art of deriving souls" ran quietly, winding away towards the periphery. The movement of the whole broken mountain was clearly presented in his own sea of knowledge.

It was empty and quiet, with only birds passing by from time to time.

For more than ten days, Zifeng was busy on Siguo cliff. When rising in the morning, it absorbs the aura of heaven and earth, conserves the purple and mysterious fire in the Dantian and the power of the sea; At noon, I meditated on the wall, eliminated distractions in my heart, and lingered in a noble righteousness. In the afternoon, I practiced all the skills with the ink knife in my hand; In the evening, it was a lonely shadow of a green lamp. The "three roaring and breaking the formula" mental method kept running again and again until the dawn of the rising sun.

Every time after reading the words on the stone wall, Zifeng always felt that there seemed to be something more in his body. Even Xiaoguang couldn't understand. It was always something mysterious and mysterious.

At night, the bright moon is within reach. Zifeng walked slowly on the open duanjie mountain. He couldn't help feeling thousands of feelings. He wondered whether his relatives in the distance were also looking up and looking at the source of Wang Jiaojie. "There is a bright moon on the sea, and the ends of the world share this time."

On the top of the cold iceberg, in an ice carved house, a girl as beautiful as Wan lies in front of the window, frowning slightly, looking into the air, with a heavy mind.

Xin'er, I have been in Xuanqing palace for more than a month. In the secluded space, although the people around her treat her meticulously, it is this Wuwei that is full of the taste of caution. Even if Xin'er wants to play and play with the people around her, it is not allowed. Just yesterday, Xiao Lan, who accompanied Xin'er, was punished by the elder for playing with Xin'er. From then on, she was locked in the ice palace and could not see the sun.

Since then, deep thoughts can only be silent in my heart and dare not mention half a minute. But when the moon jumped into the sky, there was always a low whisper coming out of my mouth, "brother, mother, father, Xin'er miss you so much."

Today, the elder also said that as long as Xin'er can reach the realm of King Wu, he will allow her to go home. That's it. A word is like taking root, firmly entrenched in Xin'er's heart.

When Zifeng looked at the words on the stone wall through the moonlight, his lonely thoughts were suddenly broken up. In the stone wall, the original words disappeared in the moonlight and replaced by a strange picture. On the picture, there was a middle-aged man sitting on the ground. His eyes were dim, and his body emitted light fluorescence. The fluorescence shone in his body, which was very soothing, Zifeng's mood calmed down for a moment.

No wind, no moon

Zifeng was absorbed and stood there, his senses were lost, and everything around him was blurred.

Perhaps this is what Cang Yue said when she left, "think about the mystery on the cliff."

Until the middle of the night, Zifeng's eyes were still as bright as stars, but there was no dry discomfort. A slight wind blew, and Zifeng's eyes closed slowly. He looked happy. It seemed to be a long lost action. He found his destination at this moment.

If a third person is present, you will be surprised to find that the expression on Zifeng's face is the same as that of the man on the stone wall. The breeze continues to float. The words on the stone wall seem to live and shake. They jump down from the stone wall one by one, glittering and disappearing into Zifeng's body.

What kind of feeling is this? I just feel that the vitality is flowing, and there is a bit more aboveboard breath, as if the darkness of the world can no longer inhabit half a cent in front of Zifeng.

What on earth is on the stone wall? In fact, this is the mystery of the cangyue that day, when Yanwu and Wencheng were at war, a strange wave was poured into their words, which made both sides calm down instantly.

It is the noble and righteous Qi that the martial arts person lives all his life, in addition to the cultivation of martial arts and weapon Tao. There is also the theory of humanity. It is just that humanity focuses on cultivating the mind, which is contrary to Xuantian's advocating force. Nature is weak, declining and disappearing in the long river of time.

But all powerful people have their own breath, either arrogant, domineering, or ferocious. Of course, they also have healthy qi. Zifeng was unconsciously infected with this mysterious breath. No one can know the usefulness of Haoran righteousness. It can be defined as the temperament overflowing from the outside because of an epiphany.

Before Zifeng opened his eyes and understood the breath with his heart, the man sitting on the ground on the stone wall slowly opened his ancient eyes. A glance is a millennium. The bright moon appeared dim in front of his eyes.

The middle-aged man slowly approached Zifeng and knocked on Zifeng's eyebrows with his illusory index finger

Time stands still under this finger, including recognizing the small light in the sea. This is an incomparable vastness. It is not power, but a feeling of boundlessness between heaven and earth, a plot of the end of the universe.

Zifeng's knowledge of the sea then brightened up, with streamer and extraordinary brightness.

At the mountain not far away, the sitting cangyue suddenly opened her eyes and sighed with a smile, "old, can't compare with young people." Then he shook his head and continued to close his eyes.

At the same time, Zifeng came to the most important fork in his life.

If one step is wrong, one step is wrong!