"You see mountains as mountains now. When you reach the point where you see mountains as no longer mountains, you will have taken that step."
"The most powerful one?"
"What do you think? It's a watershed between innate and true martial arts. What matters is not the level of cultivation, but how you look at it."
Li Chungang stood up and continued: "You have to learn to analyze and look at the deepest things, just like we tell fortunes. If you pinch the texture, you can know everything."
"Master, if I reach the point where I see a mountain as something other than a mountain, what will be my next state of mind?" Ning Fan asked.
"It's very simple. A mountain is still a mountain. Human beings are one member of all things, and everything belongs to all things."
Li Chungang looked at Ning Fan and said with a smile: "Sixth son, you must keep these three mental states in mind for your future destiny as a teacher. Remember it."
"Master..."
As soon as the other party finished speaking, Ning Fan woke up instantly and found himself sitting in the tub.
"Hey..." After all, it is just a dream, a fantasy immersed in the past.
I got up and put on a piece of tattered clothes. I felt that my body was much better. It seemed that... my strength was back?
Ning Fan was a little strange, and he quickly gathered Qi in his palms, and the long-lost feeling did come back.
"Is it a blessing in disguise that the Dantian has been repaired this time?" Ning Fan exhaled and immediately sat cross-legged and started to use his own technique.
After two days of circulation, Ning Fan felt that his whole body was extremely comfortable and his energy was full.
“It’s really good!”
Ning Fan felt that his strength had become stronger.
"Who brought me back?"
Soon, Ning Fan walked out of the small hut. This was a small village isolated from the world.
Go to the right and prepare to ask a villager.
There were several children playing marbles at the village gate. Ning Fan walked over and asked, "Children, where is your village chief?"
The child had a runny nose and replied: "The village chief has gone to the village. Who are you?"
"That's it, what about the adults in your family?"
"My father has gone to work in the fields, but my mother is at home."
"Uh-huh!"
Ning Fan touched the child's head and walked into the village. He soon met an old woman who was going to wash clothes by the stream.
"Auntie, may I ask where this is?"
The aunt looked at Ning Fan and said a little surprised: "Aren't you injured and being treated?"
"Yes, my injury has healed, so I came to ask who brought me here." Ning Fan scratched his head.
"The house you live in is my old house. Aren't the people who saved you your friends? A thin boy and a fat man."
"It turned out to be them."
Isn't this Zhang Yang and Hua Wuque? It seems that they saved themselves in the end.
"Young man, why don't you have any good clothes?" The aunt looked at Ning Fan's tattered clothes.
Hua Wuque and the others probably picked it up randomly from somewhere.
Ning Fan scratched his head in embarrassment. If his face hadn't been cleaner, he would have thought he had escaped from poverty.
"Come with me. I happen to have some clothes here for you young people."
"OK, thanks."
I followed the aunt to her home, which was a clean small yard with several chickens and a pig, enough to eat and drink.
"Auntie, where is the uncle?"
"Hey, my wife left early, and I'm the only one left."
"Then you have no descendants?"
The aunt didn't say anything. She opened the door and went into the back room. When she faced Ning Fan, she saw two black and white photos hanging on the wall.