"There is a fish in the North Ming Dynasty, and its name is Kun."
The words on the page seem to carry rhythm, sound, and pictures. In a mysterious way, they enter the eyes, minds, and hearts of the core senior executives of Sihai Sect from a distance and from the underworld.
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My heart is trembling!
This is the common reaction of everyone.
And the line of sight seems to be locked, firmly continuing downward:
In a deep sleep, Leng Qingyun seemed to be dreaming but not a dream, seemed to be awake but also confused.
In a daze, his body and mind seemed to expand infinitely, turning into an endless sea, lying at the end of the earth and in the corner of the sky.
The earth is vast and the sea is dark.
The sky above, which seems to be infinitely close and infinitely far away, is equally vast and dark, but in this vastness and darkness, there are strange and gorgeous light strips, flickering, swimming, appearing and extinguishing suddenly.
Coming and going is irregular.
Leng Qingyun's body and mind were immersed in the vastness, in the darkness, and also in the splendor.
In a daze, he turned into a fish swimming like the strip of light, swimming in the dark sea, swimming gradually from very small to very large.
"And if the water is not thick enough, it will not be able to carry a large boat. If you pour a cup of water on the col hall, the boat will be made of mustard."
"If you place a cup, it will be glued. The water is shallow and the boat is big."
This sentence has been read by Miao Xinghe and Chang Zhenhe, including the previous Beiming Youyu.
A long time ago, when I visited Xu Tonghui, I read it on the paper he held. After returning, I also shared it with several other people present during the exchange.
So this is not the first time they have heard this.
But no one had time to take this into consideration at the moment, as there seemed to be an inexplicable and mysterious force that shrouded their minds.
"When Peng migrates to Nanming, the water hits him for three thousand miles and surges upward for ninety thousand miles."
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"Small knowledge is not as good as big knowledge, and small years are not as good as big ones."
"The ants have not seen the beginning of the year, and the butterflies cannot reach the end of the year. The vegetation of one year will wither and die in the cold, and will not enjoy the sun and moon scenery of the next year."
"There are spiritual insects in the north of the earth, and five hundred years is one time for them to wake up, and five hundred years is one time to sleep, and each time they wake up and sleep, their lifespan is a thousand years; there are spiritual trees in the south of the earth, and they are one glory for eight thousand years, and one time is eight thousand years.
Withering, prosperity and decline can only change, and the world has been around for a hundred generations."
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"Heaven and earth are the reverse journey of all things; time is the passer-by of hundreds of generations."
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"It is enough to praise him in the world without admonishing him, to criticize him in the world without discouraging him, to distinguish between internal and external matters, and to argue about honor and disgrace."
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"Therefore it is said: A perfect person has no self, a god has no merit, and a saint has no name."
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When they saw this place, everyone in the Sihai Sect had already lost control of their minds.
In this second chapter of Qingyun Road, almost every sentence in it seems to have the power of the wind and sea rain, impacting and washing away their bodies and minds.
But this did not stop them from continuing to look downward.
In other words, even if the sky is shattering right in front of them, they can't stop their sight at all.
The images in Qingyun Road have completely transformed into their images. At this moment, their minds and hearts are completely controlled by this image.
In a trance, Leng Qingyun transformed from a fish into a bird, from the earth to the sky, then spread his huge wings, "swung upwards", struck the water, struck the wind, and went straight into the Qingming.
A feeling that was unclear whether it was cold or hot suddenly appeared in Leng Qingyun's body at this moment, and then turned into a torrent, penetrating through his head and feet, and flowing throughout his body.
In this kind of circulation, Leng Qingyun went from having no cultivation at all, to condensing energy, then to the first level, then the second level...
When he woke up from a deep sleep, the first thing Leng Qingyun smelled in his nose was a sour and unpleasant smell, and as far as he could see, the straw mat under him was full of stains.
And then, what Leng Qingyun felt was the wonder in his body.
When he felt the situation in his body, he began to be immersed in the wonder, smelling it but not hearing it, and turning a blind eye.
After a long time, he came back to his senses and asked: "Sir..."
Seeing this, everyone in the Sihaimen came back to their senses a little. When faced with Leng Qingyun's question in the dialogue book, everyone felt complicated and didn't know what it was like.
The gentleman in the storybook was not complicated, but just smiled lightly: "Qingyun, you are now a cultivator, and under the influence of Qi Condensing Powder, you have passed the Qi Condensation stage and are a cultivator in the channel-opening stage.
How is it, how do you feel?"
"Pulse opening period?"
Leng Qingyun looked dumbfounded.
After a while, he said blankly: "Sir, am I now able to open my meridians?"
"Cultivation in this world is roughly divided into three levels and nine realms. The third level is human, earth, and heaven. The third level of human level is just the foundation. If you look at it from a higher perspective, even the entire third level of human, earth, and heaven is just the foundation."
The teacher said lightly, but did not say more about this. He just said to Leng Qingyun: "Condensing Qi Powder is a creation-level medicine, so it can be equivalent to creation, allowing you to transcend the stage of condensing Qi and go straight to the meridians. This is just saving money.
I just took a little of your time. When you reach a higher level in the future, you will know that there is nothing magical, just ordinary methods."
Leng Qingyun has great respect for his husband. Whatever he says, it must be what he said.
Although Leng Qingyun is still very happy and excited that he is already a "cultivator of the Tongmai Realm", and he still feels magical, very magical, but he doesn't want to be looked down upon by his husband, so he suppresses his excitement and just looks curiously
Asked: "Sir, creation grade medicine?"
"Similar to cultivation, medicine can actually be divided into different levels and levels. For example, it can also be divided into human level, earth level and heaven level." said the teacher.
"Is the creation level still above the heaven level?" Leng Qingyun asked, but he then curiously said: "Sir, I know the cultivation of the human level, what are the human level medicines like?"
"It is a human-level medicine that can replenish the body and assist in the advancement of spiritual practice."
"It is a prefecture-level medicine that can remove the filth of the body and promote spiritual practice to break through the original boundaries and patterns of practitioners."
"As for medicines above the heaven level, you are still at a low level and don't need to know about them."
"Oh." Leng Qingyun responded obediently, but he immediately remembered something and said excitedly: "Sir, the one I heard when I was asleep..."
"Do you remember everything clearly?" said the gentleman.
"Yes, sir, I remember it very clearly! Not a single word is wrong!" Leng Qingyun nodded vigorously, his little face flushed with excitement.
"That is an article written by a monk, called 'Xiaoyaoyou'." The gentleman said, "Qingyun, do you know why it is called this name?"
"Sir, I know, I know!" Leng Qingyun said.
"Oh? Then tell me."
"Sir, when I was dreaming, I felt that I was the fish. That fish was me. The fish turned into a bird and flew to the sky. Just like us cultivators, we have to practice from the human level to the earth level, and then continue.
Continue to practice to the heaven level, and then you can be free, right?"
"You are right to think so now." The gentleman said with a smile, "Then sir, I will wait for you, from the human level to the earth level, and then to the heaven level."