This time, Xu Tonghui stayed in a daze for much longer than yesterday morning.
Although he had seen the incredible things coming from the young master time and time again, and had slowly and deeply accepted the view that "everything incredible is normal", this time, Xu Tonghui was still deeply shocked.
As a result, Xu Tonghui recalled the content of yesterday's dream bit by bit, and immersed himself in it bit by bit. Soon, Xu Tonghui forgot that he was Xu Tonghui.
Or, it doesn't matter whether it's Xu Tonghui or not.
It doesn't matter if it's a child or not.
The important thing is that he is a cultivator. In the icy snow, there is no thick quilt to bring warmth, and there is no burning bonfire to bring warmth. In that coldness that seems to be bone-chilling, the body's
Qi and blood, movement, circulation, gathering and dispersion.
Then, under the mysterious magic formula, the energy and blood also undergo mysterious changes.
Change happens slowly and slowly.
What followed it was that the body gradually became less cold and no longer had to stand up and jump, jump or shake.
From seventeen or eighteen times a day, to fifteen or sixteen times, to twelve or thirteen times, to less than ten times.
At this time, it is still very cold after a long time, but after every activity, I can feel a warm water-like flow in my bones.
That kind of warmth, the body instinctively and deeply misses it.
Seven or eight times, four or five times, two or three times.
When there was no need for any more jumping and shaking, the heat that was originally just flowing in the bones gradually came out, from bone to flesh, and then from flesh to skin.
The hands and feet are no longer blue or pale, but ruddy.
When the two hands are clasped together, what they feel is no longer cold, but warm.
Not long after that, the veins in his body sprouted one after another, like new grass sprouts emerging from the ground.
When Xu Tonghui came back from his immersion, he suddenly realized that it was almost evening!
He woke up in the morning and sat blankly on the bed like this for the whole day!
Tian Hao did not come to disturb him, and the expected visitors did not come. This was normal. In the past, it was normal to retreat for a few days. But this time, during the day, Xu Tonghui didn't know what his daze was.
It's not considered "retreat".
Is this cultivation practice?
It seems not.
He literally just sat on the bed for the whole day.
But to say otherwise is incredible. The combination of dreams at night and idleness during the day made Xu Tonghui still feel like he was in a world of ice and snow.
And about the practice of the Qi Condensation stage, every bit of it is deeply rooted in your bones and your heart.
After getting up and leaving the room, taking a quick wash, Xu Tonghui strolled in the courtyard.
The sun is fading away, the stars are gradually growing, and under the slight night cover, the breeze is blowing in the face, and it is mixed with the smell of many plants and trees. It is very different from the tropical rainforest in the dream, and it is also very different from the ice and snow.
For a moment, Xu Tonghui's mind was in a trance, and he didn't know where he was.
After a long stroll, Xu Tonghui returned to the room, lit the lamp and took out the painting.
It's the painting he drew himself.
A river, with extended stone steps on the lower left and a simple courtyard on the upper right.
Having painted this painting before, Xu Tonghui also wanted to imitate it and write a sentence on it, but he couldn't think of it after thinking for a long time. At this time, he took out his pen and almost without thinking, he wrote a sentence on the outside of the courtyard.
He wrote:
“In my dream, the world was far away, and when I woke up, I found a brightly lit room.”
The painting itself is unclear, and the inscription is even more incomprehensible, and it doesn't seem to match the painting at all.
But Xu Tonghui himself was extremely satisfied.
After he finished writing, the painting was not confiscated, the lights were not turned off, and the clothes were not even removed. He just lay on the bed with his clothes on, and spent the whole night in a state of sleep.
The light that had been on all night filled the room. In Xu Tonghui's feeling, he seemed to be lying in the starry sky that night.
It seems dark there, but there is light.
It should be cold there, but he himself has warmth.
Dawn came again, and when he opened his eyes, Xu Tonghui's eyes and face were filled with smiles.
He didn't look in the mirror, but he knew it.
This is different from surprise, and it is also different from happiness. Xu Tonghui doesn't know how to describe it, and this feeling has never been felt before.
Generally speaking, it is very warm and practical.
After getting out of bed, Xu Tonghui looked at the painting again, especially the words he had just inscribed last night.
"Master, I think I know what true cultivation is." He murmured to himself.
Today's breakfast was eaten by three people, Xu Tonghui, Tian Hao, and the kid named Luopu.
Over the course of a few years, that little kid who was originally a little skinny has grown into thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he looks very strong because of his practice of open boxing.
"grown ups!"
Seeing Xu Tonghui, the child greeted him with a smile.
In awe, there is also admiration.
Xu Tonghui would sometimes point out his shortcomings in boxing practice.
Generally speaking, in Xiao Luopu's heart, Xu Tonghui should be regarded as half of his teacher, but he did not dare to have such an idea, because Mr. Xu interacted with those tall and tall adults every day.
He would never be able to come into contact with any of those people in his lifetime.
Over the past few years, Tian Hao's cooking skills have also improved a lot.
The meals cooked at home every day are not limited to the original "Shiquan Dabu Soup", but are different almost every day, but the common feature of them is that they are all delicious!
This can be seen in the way Xiao Luopu eats!
After dinner, Tian Hao took Xiao Luopu to Tongfu Building as usual, and Xu Tonghui also went out together to go to the appointment made the day before yesterday.
In fact, I just went to Juxing Tower, where I am an old acquaintance.
There are not only people from the Sihai Sect in the Juxing Tower, but also from the Baji Sect and several other sects.
Since the "Guanlou" of Juxing Tower no longer gathered various monks, it has slowly become one of the places where the ten children can hang out, and it has also become one of the gathering places for a bunch of sect bosses.
They were indeed old acquaintances, and no one greeted Xu Tonghui.
Unlike at the beginning, there was a crowd of people standing outside the gate.
However, when Xu Tonghui entered the Juxing Tower and entered one of the pavilions inside, all the big guys present stood up.
There were very few greetings, and soon everyone took their seats.
"Tong Hui, after these days of getting along, we have gradually reached an agreement and want to truly cooperate. That is to say, we will take out all the Qi Condensation methods of each family without hiding them, and then we will summarize and revise them.
What do you think of a set of Qi Condensation methods that can be used by every family?" Gu Huaimin, the master of Sihaimen, got straight to the point.
"Okay, learning from each other's strengths is the best practice." Xu Tonghui said with a smile.
"What I'm afraid of is that we are all short and not long." Cheng Shao'an, the leader of the Baji Sect, said with a wry smile.
"There are even shorter people among the short ones. They are all from my own family. I am not afraid of your ridicule, Tong Hui. In fact, it doesn't matter. What we are really worried about is that we do not distinguish between good and bad. We are afraid that good will be mistaken for bad, and bad will be mistaken for bad."
If you think it is a good thing, it will be very bad. In the future, we may all become sinners of several families."
Well, I knew today's party might be a little different, because the previous invitation was much more solemn than before.
"So...?" Xu Tonghui smiled.
"So, Tong Hui, we don't know what is good or bad. Can you help us decide what is good or bad?"
Think briefly.
Routine recommendation.
Then, Xu Tonghui agreed.
Why should?
In fact, you can also ask why not?
Whether it is yes or no, it actually doesn't matter. And since both options are indifferent, Xu Tonghui chose the one he wanted to choose.
Very simple thing.
In a few years, Xu Tonghui today is no longer the same Xu Tonghui when he first entered the city.
"People grow and change, just like the grass on the ground and the leaves on the trees. They change every month, every day, and every little moment."
"And we may not be aware of it."
"The same goes for spiritual practice."
"It doesn't matter whether you are aware of it or not. What matters is whether you practice it every day and every hour, and whether you practice it."
“Once you have done your cultivation well and done well, you can safely leave the rest to time.”
At this moment, Xu Tonghui inexplicably remembered what the young master had said before.
That was a long time ago.
At that time, Xu Tonghui only remembered these words firmly, but did not have a deep understanding of their content.
But when I think about it again, I have feelings and emotions.
Especially when facing this group of big guys on the opposite side.
He is changing.
They are changing too.
However, change alone is not enough, because it may be for the better or for the worse. It may also change over and over again, with only slight fluctuations. After many twists and turns, it is still almost the same as before.
Therefore, there must be upward power.
This power can come from within or from outside.
No matter where they come from, in the words of my senior brother, they are all called "lucky ways".
Those without luck also have no path.
Or it may just be a narrow path, rugged and difficult to navigate, or even full of thorns. Even if you use your hands and feet, you will try your best, but in the end you will be exhausted and covered with bruises.
Master.
When I face them.
Then I thought of myself.
I am a person without luck, but you gave me the way.