For Annan County, which has always been a secluded place, it has always been peaceful, whether in the secular world or the spiritual world.
The storm outside cannot affect here.
Basically, there will be no disturbances here that can affect the outside world.
So in a sense, this place can also be said to be a "Peach Blossom Spring", "I don't know the Han Dynasty, regardless of the Wei and Jin Dynasties".
This may be a kind of happiness for the secular world, but for the spiritual world, well, it is actually a kind of happiness, but at the core of this happiness, there are some shortcomings.
It reflects on Gu Huaimin, the leader of the Sihai Sect, Cheng Shaoan, the leader of the Baji Hall, Ye Nanping, the master of the Zihua Pavilion... and reflects on the earth-level practitioners of all forces in Annan County, that is
In addition to "overriding" and "stabilizing" the inner and outer sects, after all, it is "difficult to calm down".
Whether they are a sect leader, a pavilion master, an elder, a deacon, etc., they are first and foremost a cultivator.
How can a practitioner be indifferent to practice?
Even for those who have been distracted by long-term stagnation in spiritual practice, whether they are focused on fame, profit or power, or they are focused on cultivating some younger generations, there is still a needless to say deep in their hearts.
Dream.
What was most common in the dream was shouting and unwillingness.
But this cry cannot be truly shouted, and the same goes for this unwillingness.
Shout to whom?
What to shout?
There is no actual "opponent" or "enemy" for them to accuse.
If they really want to accuse, they may have to accuse themselves first, because who made your qualifications not good enough?
As time goes by and the years grow older, the shouting and unwillingness are also hidden in the heart, and gradually retreat to a place where one seems to have forgotten, and then begins to "enjoy" peace and live ten, twenty, thirty, and one hundred years.
There seems to be no big changes every year.
But this is just the old Annan.
Now in Annan, even if they want to be calm, how can they calm down?
Because everything outside me is turbulent.
Xu Yishan went into seclusion. As we all know, when this person appears again, he will probably be a heavenly person.
Nan Pingxiu has been in seclusion, and it is also well known that this person is also moving towards the heaven level. I don't know when, maybe decades, or hundreds of years, news may come that this person has also been promoted to the heaven level.
It's okay for Xu Yishan, after all, he is a disciple of the heavenly level, and he is different from these humble monks from a small county.
But Nan Ping Xiu was just like them in the past, with no foundation at all!
Yes, Lanshui Sect is a large sect. It is said that there is a branch sect in Nanzhou, a sect in Didu, and the main sect is somewhere else.
However, if there really were any extraordinary resources, would Nanpingxiu have been shrinking here like them for more than a hundred years? She is not sitting in Annan like Xu Yishan!
And all the changes, all the ups and downs, tracing back to the source, seems...
There is no need to seem like it.
It comes from Xu Tonghui!
Gu Huaimin and others still don't know his origins, but one thing is certain, that is, this is at least a "heavenly disciple" like Xu Yishan.
At least!
Xu Tonghui has been in Annan County for three years.
In the past three years, all the troubles in the county were caused by him.
But he himself seemed to be stained with the past brand of Annan County, and was deeply stained, and then showed great calmness.
Is Xu Tonghui calm?
yes!
This is true externally and internally as well.
But behind the calmness is the gradual deepening of the understanding of spiritual practice and the gradual establishment of a spiritual practice system.
From "attendant" to "attendant" and then to "disciple", he finally became the young master's disciple. Although he still called him young master, he could also truly call him "teacher". Xu Tonghui's heart finally felt at ease.
Then he truly devoted himself to practice without any distracting thoughts.
Follow the young master’s teachings.
At the request of the young master, he began to write something called an "essay".
"Talk about your understanding of spiritual practice, Qi Condensation Chapter."
Thinking of what happened three years ago, Xu Tonghui still thinks it is a nightmare, and the most terrifying thing is that he doesn't know how long this nightmare will last.
I've already mastered the meridians. It shouldn't be too difficult to summarize my understanding of Qi Condensation Realm, right?
I still remember that at that time, Xu Tonghui was trembling but in fact he was full of confidence in this task and completed the task with all his heart. After handing it to the young master, the young master looked at it lightly and then said: "3 points."
After a pause, he added: "The total score is ten points."
"ah?"
Xu Tonghui was completely dumbfounded.
"Redo."
The young master said again.
These two words then turned into a fatal noose, wrapped around Xu Tonghui's neck, and gradually began to tighten.
"Redo."
"Redo."
"Redo."
…
Over and over, over and over again.
Xu Tonghui went from being confident to being underconfident, then from being confident to being doubtful, from being doubtful to being confused, from being confused to being lost, then from being lost to collapse, and then to being numb.
But no matter what he did, after every submission, what was waiting for him was always those two faint words.
"Redo."
How many times has it been repeated?
Ten times, twenty times, or thirty times?
Xu Tonghui couldn't remember it clearly, but finally one time, what he was waiting for was no longer "redo", but "can."
At that moment, Xu Tonghui almost doubted his ears.
He really felt that he heard wrongly!
But the fact is that he heard it right, because the young master repeated it again, "Okay, just barely, I can get a 6 points this time."
Although it is only six points, the total is ten points.
but……
At that moment, Xu Tonghui felt that he had climbed straight from the depths of the underworld to the holy world, and suddenly reached a peak that could no longer be reached. However, his emotions were so agitated that for a while, he was unable to make any reaction or action.
When he came to his senses, the young master was no longer around.
The sky has completely turned into dusk.
At that time, the bright moon was in the sky, the breeze was in the courtyard, and amidst the sound of gurgling water passing through the courtyard, Xu Tonghui came to his senses and fell into trance again.
The mind is calm.
That night, he stood outside the pavilion until early morning.
That night, he forgot to practice and the almost ubiquitous "qi" in his body. However, the qi and blood were like a breeze, like flowing water, treating his body as a courtyard, in a way that seemed extremely simple yet extremely complex.
Flowing, wandering.
When the morning light came, the veins in the body were reflected in his mind like the lines on the leaves.
"Have I truly entered the realm of Tongmai?"
After being stunned, Xu Tonghui was surprised, ecstatic, and a little unbelievable.
But the real disbelief is not this, but three days later.
Three days later, the qi and blood flowed by themselves, not gathering together, and gathered at the bottom of Xu Tonghui's left foot, and then stirred up, like wind surging or water seeping.
What's this?
Xu Tonghui vaguely had an answer in his heart, but he couldn't believe the answer.
I can't believe it even if I beat him to death!
And in his dream that day, he received instructions from the young master.