The water in Huxinting is very turbid, so there are fish.
Su Fan stood in the pavilion and watched for a long time before he came to this conclusion. Then he walked out of the pavilion with satisfaction and walked to the other side. Five years was not a short time, at least it was very long for Su Fan at that time.
When he condensed his physical body in the first year, he woke up, but he didn't have any strength to get up and say thank you to that person.
In the next four years, he always meditated. In fact, meditation should not be a big problem for Su Fan. He could still meditate for decades.
It's just that he meditates without end, not knowing when he will be able to resume his cultivation. He cannot meditate, and he has too many missions. If he dies like this, he will not die in peace.
Su Fan, who had just sunk in, had thought about it. Just closing his eyes, he could think of the tragic scene, and the knot in his heart that he had been thinking about someone day and night that he could not untie. After all, he was still unwilling to give in.
I was reborn again today, and I felt a little nostalgic for the scene of watching the snow at the Huxin Pavilion five years ago, but it was summer already, so where did the snow come from?
Unexplained sadness came into my heart, and I sighed: "It's not snowing anymore."
"Actually, there are many beautiful scenery in the lake pavilion in summer, and you know more about the happy fish in the water." A leisurely voice came from the corridor, and the old woman in black robe walked out.
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Su Fan looked startled, hurriedly clasped his fists and said, "I've seen...Master."
The word "master" was spoken very awkwardly. I don't know whether he was thinking of the person far away in Tianyuan County, or because he didn't have the feeling of master and disciple towards the person in front of him.
The old woman smiled softly, caressed a corner casually, looked at the foothills in the distance, and said calmly: "After all, you and I are not destined to be masters and disciples. Once the master says, I will not force it."
Su Fan suddenly understood that since Qingshan already knew his identity and origin, then this old woman would naturally know everything. After laughing awkwardly, he respectfully said: "Thank you, senior, for taking me in."
The conversation was strange and almost out of tune, but both of them sounded very understanding and didn't say anything, so they could continue the conversation happily.
The old woman nodded surprisingly easy-going, then sat on a step and said with a smile: "Watching the snow in the Lake Pavilion is certainly the most beautiful season for the Xuanji Sect, but the heat of midsummer is not inferior at all."
Su Fan looked everywhere and saw the thin willows that had long since regrown their branches. At this moment, they were swaying and full of vitality, in contrast to the laziness in the middle of winter.
The fish in the nameless lake actually imitated the wild geese in the sky, sometimes forming formations, sometimes swimming rapidly, and their aura was extremely compelling. They were not busy rescuing people, but they were still very happy.
The green mountains in the distance are illuminated by the scorching sun, and the obscure layer of mist has disappeared. The foothills are clearly visible in front of you, giving you a sense of vigor and simplicity.
"Is this life?" Su Fan suddenly asked.
The old woman was stunned by Su Fan's question. She didn't know how to answer this question. All things are born, so why should we say that they are born at this moment?
Su Fan suddenly laughed and said: "Since this is for living, then in the dead of winter, when everything is dead, then it is for death."
The old woman shook her head and sighed: "Life and death are the roads of heaven, you..." Suddenly she thought that the young man in front of her had caused a catastrophe, and had survived the catastrophe. He was a great cultivator. The words that were originally on her lips were completely destroyed by her.
Swallowed it.
Su Fan looked at those scenery over and over again in confusion. He didn't know what he was thinking about or what he was immersed in. Cultivation emphasizes enlightenment. Could it be that he was enlightening?
The old woman was shocked by this idea. Of course, enlightenment is needed, but those advanced monks mostly understand themselves. For example, some people who are addicted to swords as much as their lives. He went to understand his obsession with swords, but no one came to understand the sword.
of.
Su Fan is like the one who understands the sword at this moment. The sword is a natural thing, that is, an external object. How can he understand it? He only knows himself best, but how can he understand the things outside him? If he doesn't know how to understand it.
I originally wanted to interrupt Su Fan's thoughts and let him return to the right path, but considering that this person is not an ordinary person, it is impossible to say that he will really have some insights, so it is not impossible, so I can only sit aside and watch what happens.
Thoughts are like the sea, and I am like a boat on the river.
The current of the river is very fast. On the one hand, you have to control the direction of the boat and on the other hand, you have to sail against the current.
Understanding oneself is like pushing the boat along the current. The old man in purple realizes his loyalty to the purple line and achieves his own realm. Mr. Liquor is obsessed with wine and uses virtual reality to achieve his own artistic conception.
These are all valuable, because this is the realm that many people want to pursue throughout their lives. There is no obstacle to understanding these three realms of transformation, but this is not what Su Fan wants. What he wants is the supreme road. What is the supreme?
Avenue.
Pry into the way of heaven and achieve your own way.
It is the Tao, not the state.
Ever since he entered the Colorful Palace for the first time, discovered the changes in brightness and destruction, and came into contact with the Tao of life and death, Su Fan had a bold idea. If he understood life and death, could he be able to return to life?
Even though many years have passed, the life and death of their parents are still criticized in their hearts. Even if they are mortals, even if the man, his father, does not seem to be that good. Even if they say they cannot escape into reincarnation long ago, they are still unwilling to accept it.
If you have a glimmer of hope, you have to work hard.
After all, life and death are the avenue, and not everyone can pry into it. Even if he is a great practitioner, he is Su Fan. But after all, he is still Su Fan, a monk who has just entered the Nascent Soul.
The realm of the Nascent Soul stage is extremely rare in the world of cultivation, but as the pinnacle of the first step in cultivation, it does not seem to have any power.
"I wonder how many days are left until the competition." Su Fan suddenly asked.
Such a sentence came suddenly, which disturbed a few pecking birds, but also shocked the old woman. She coughed twice to cover up her embarrassment, and said in a deep voice: "I came to talk to you about this, but I forgot.
The competition is in a month, but we will leave for Qingming Valley tomorrow."
"Will Qingming Valley be far away tomorrow?" Su Fan asked with a wry smile.
The old woman glanced at the young man in front of her doubtfully, thinking that this person is really as smart as a monster as the leader said? How come he doesn't even know this?
"Go early to avoid being ambushed by some people with bad intentions."
Su Fan nodded slightly and asked hurriedly: "You are not afraid of the place you decided on five years ago for five years. Are you afraid that he will set up an ambush in the past few days?"
The old woman shook her head helplessly, her awe for the young man in her heart extremely reduced.
"Who would set up an ambush for five years? An ambush that lasts five years would have died of mental exhaustion. How could they ambush you and me?"
Su Fan nodded silently, and did not pursue the question any further. However, Su Fan had to ask a few more questions about his own question, even though the other party seemed a little impatient with him.
"The junior's storage bag is destroyed, and there is no magic weapon to take advantage of..."
The old woman's expression was suddenly shocked, and she hurriedly said: "It's strange that all your storage bags are damaged, but a broken sword inside is still intact."
"Broken sword?" Su Fan asked doubtfully, and suddenly thought of what he had experienced in the Tianyuanmen Sword Hidden Pavilion that day. He suddenly remembered the broken sword and asked hurriedly: "I wonder where the broken sword is."
The old woman threw out a storage bag and said with a smile: "There are some recovery elixirs in it, and some life-saving paper charms. As for the magic weapons... My Xuanji sect is a small sect, so there is nothing we can use."
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Su Fan was stunned, then waved his hands and said: "It doesn't matter, these are enough."
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A night of silence.
The disciples participating in the competition this time can be said to be all elites. There are a total of fifteen disciples. Except for Su Fan Yuming Yuanying, the remaining thirteen are all golden elixir monks. This lineup is even better than when the old woman was practicing.
powerful.
It was inevitable to meet Yu Ming again and exchange greetings. If it weren't for Yu Ming, Su Fan would have been killed by Uncle Liu. If Su Fan hadn't activated the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in time to heal Yu Ming, even if the old woman had amazing abilities, she wouldn't be able to save him.
This time, the two of them actually had a life-and-death relationship, so it was inevitable to exchange pleasantries when they met again. In addition, Su Fan also had a deep affection for Yu Ming, so it was normal for them to chat and laugh.
"Why haven't I seen my junior uncle?"
"It is said that my junior uncle said that he would greet them at the end."
The conversation between the leaders also attracted many disciples to watch. The old woman gave the leader a meaningful look and said with a smile: "It seems there will be a big show this time."
The master ignored the old woman's unexplainable meaning, faced the disciples with a smile, and said loudly: "My uncle's intention is that each of you must come out safely."
Before leaving, I once again said goodbye to the deacon who had guided me for the past five years. The greetings were actually a bit less, and there were more exhortations, and some even harsh criticisms.
Su Fan looked at the disciples and deacons silently, and his mind seemed to have returned to that long time and space, that not-so-luxurious faction, that mountain full of purple flowers, and that palace built in the air.
There were too many emotions when we parted. The leader did not accompany us, but let these disciples go on their own. This was not so much a competition as a battle of life and death, and it is often only in the battle of life and death that we can grow.
"You and I are both old. We can't say that after this exercise, this sect will be managed by them."
Hearing the old woman's sigh, Ye Dao seemed to have declined a lot. Looking at the retreating figures, he suddenly said: "I remember you just came back from the drill the year Yu Ming came."
The old woman looked distant and lamented: "After suffering from him all these years, I know how to kill people, and I actually asked him to kill people too. Fortunately, he is very obedient."
Ye Dao laughed and said: "In front of a genius like you, there is nothing he can do if he doesn't bow his head."
The old woman shook her head in displeasure and said angrily: "You have always said that I am a genius recently, but you are hundreds of times better than the rest of us."
Ye Dao's expression gradually became obscure, he looked at the red sunset and said with a faint smile: "Geniuses, geniuses, there are many talents in the world, but they are all gathered in the imperial capital, that unspeakable majestic city, but I don't know that Su Fan
Where will he go?"
"How can the small Yongle County be a place for him? I'm afraid even the imperial capital can't catch his eye. I heard that there is an extraterritorial realm outside the Song Dynasty. I don't know what it is like."