After returning to Xiangshan Academy, I looked up at the sky. Mu Feng did not practice, but continued to grind ink and repeatedly wrote three words on white papers. One was the word "jing", the other was the word "kill", and the other was the word "zen".

When writing the word "jing", you are focused on your mind and imagine yourself in the endless sea of ​​bamboo, with waves sounding, and you are quietly reading and writing alone.

Around the bamboo forest, there is a clear lake in front of you. A curtain of waterfalls flows down from above your head, bringing cool mountain springs. Splashing water falls on your body and seeps into your heart. From the inside out, spotless, pure and clean, without a trace of dirt from the world, away from the distractions and sins of the world.

When writing the word "kill", he was tall and his wrists were moving all over his body. He wrote like a god, and his handwriting was flying and phoenix. Imagine that he was in an endless battlefield, with corpses everywhere, blood flowing into a river, and the sound of killing spears was endless. The essence and blood of the ancestor witches in his body naturally swelled up waves of hot blood, and the blood in his body rolled. Standing on a high chariot, he looked down at the entire battlefield coldly, holding the reins in one hand and holding the long spear in the other hand, galloping wildly, and rumbled towards the dark enemy army.

The word "kill" just finished writing, and when the word "Zen" was written, the momentum changed again. It was like an old monk entering into meditation, cutting off his thoughts, and having no worries in his heart. I imagined myself practicing Zen alone. A simple thatched house, a dim oil lamp, a dilapidated futon, and an ordinary wooden fish. In addition, there is nothing inside and outside the body!

Quiet, kill, Zen!

Mu Feng did not deliberately practice or comprehend anything, but just kept writing over and over again. Naturally, the visualization method taught by the Ghost Mother came to his mind.

Slowly, later on, one thought is a world.

The imagined world is becoming more and more realistic, as if it is in the scene. It is really like that. Imagine the scene of the ghost gate opening and the demons dancing around. A wisp of dark wind immediately appeared around, and the shouts of lonely ghosts came faintly. It seemed that ghosts who were not in the cycle of reincarnation all swarmed in, extending their gloomy bone claws to themselves.

"Cultivating and practicing, is it that the so-called cultivation of the mind means cultivating one thought after another? The mind moves and the mind arises, the mind calms and the thoughts are stopped, and the thoughts are clear and clear is the so-called return to simplicity and truth?"

Mu Feng thought quietly while writing.

In meditation, reflect on one's own practice and consolidate the existing realm. Until the rooster crowed, he realized that at some point a trace of white fish was revealed in the sky.

"Today, should I go to various schools to listen, or..."

Mu Feng pondered for a moment, then took a handful of cold water to wash his face, and walked away with great strides. He passed by a school with bright windows and clean windows without entering, and walked all the way down the mountain.

After arriving at Jiangling Mansion, there was something he had been thinking about. While walking, he took out a peace talisman from the Qingfeng Ring, took a look and sighed. He remembered the escort He Wu who met at Qingshankou on the way to the Poison Sect, and remembered his instructions before his death.

Although it was just dawn, many students got up early in the morning to study. Some read silently with books, some practiced swords in the woods beside the road; some spread out a large piece of white paper, drawing a landscape painting with the Academy as the background.

"A long-standing academic palace, the learning atmosphere is indeed different!"

Mu Feng looked around while walking, and after seeing the masterpieces of several students, he nodded secretly.

There are many successive stories and specialties in knowledge and profession. Some students may not be good at their appearance or even their handwriting is not eye-catching, but they are very good at painting. From majestic palaces to small branches, they are all vivid and realistic, and every grass and tree are vividly displayed on paper. As they walk, after turning over a maple forest, they accidentally saw an old man in green robe practicing calligraphy by the roadside. After taking a look, they subconsciously stopped.

"Heaven moves vigorously, a gentleman strives for self-improvement; the earth is quiet, a gentleman carries things with virtue..."

Mu Feng stopped to watch and started to chant in a low voice.

This ancient saint's Hadith is not unfamiliar with it. What really surprised him was the calligraphy itself. It was horizontal and vertical, strokes and strokes, as it pleased. It seemed a bit sloppy, but if you look closely, you could find that the handwriting was elegant and unrestrained, and it seemed that every word had a spiritual implicit in it.

The ancients often said that words are dead and people live. However, the words written by the old man seem to be alive.

"Young man, do you understand this ancient hasty?" The old man who kept lowering his head to write suddenly raised his head.

He has a low figure, a gray beard, and still has a tall figure at a young age. What is even more commendable is that there are almost no wrinkles on his face, his skin is as delicate and white as a baby, and his hair is childish. He is not someone else, but one of the five senior officials of the academy who was responsible for evaluating himself before, and is known as a master of calligraphy in Qi Guoyuan.

There is no slight fluctuation of power in the body, but it gives people a sacred feeling of physical body and extraordinary demeanor.

"Student Mu Feng, I have met Master Guoyuan!"

Mu Feng bowed and raised his head, looked at the ethereal handwriting on the white paper, without deliberately refusing, saying, "The general meaning of this ancient Hadith is that the changes in heaven are strong and powerful, so a true gentleman must be determined and strive for strength. Even if he encounters great ups and downs in his life, he must be indomitable. The earth is thick and harmonious, so we should expand our own Measures and carry all things. We should treat everyone equally, not be stubborn, but be patient and tolerant!"

"Okay, very good!"

The old man nodded, paused his tone, looked at Mu Feng up and down, and then said, "So, young man, have you done it?"

"No!"

Mu Feng was a little ashamed and told the truth.

It is easy to strive for self-improvement, but it is not easy to be virtuous and carry things with you?

For thousands of years, people who have read this Hadith and understand this truth do not know anything. However, there are very few people who have truly achieved it. Some people are hypocritical and always call it ancient sages, but they are like demons and dogs in front of others, and the dirty things they do behind their backs are indescribable.

"Okay, very good!"

The old man nodded, no longer looked at Mu Feng, and continued to practice calligraphy.

"Master Guoyuan, I don't know which school do you usually teach?" Mu Feng bowed and bowed.

After seeing the old man's handwriting, he finally understood what it means to have heaven beyond the sky and there are people above. In Jianning City, his calligraphy is one of the best, but it is still far from the old man in front of him. With the same sentence of Hadith, he can write vigorously and vigorously, and magnificently, but he cannot write the spirituality of the old man.

"Mr. Mu, I have read your handwriting, and I have no qualifications to give me some advice. If you are really interested in calligraphy, then go find someone! My attainment in calligraphy is less than one percent of his." The old man understood Mu Feng's meaning and politely refused.

"Who?" Mu Feng was a little surprised.

The old man, known as Master Guoyuan, has already made his calligraphy achievements beyond everyone's reach. He is a hundred times more profound than him. What kind of master is that?

"Yebei Palace!"

The old man didn't raise his head, and he stopped talking, and practiced his calligraphy intently.

The current palace master of Xiangshan Academy, the master of Tuoba Tiandu, known as Tuoba Zhenren?
Chapter completed!