Chapter 304: One Leaf of the Bianzhou Goes to Lingtai
Nameless Mountain.
After eating and drinking, the conversation between Xu Guangling and Song Qinghong gradually began.
The previous exchanges allowed the two of them to have a deep enough understanding of each other. After Xu Guangling read through the secrets of Baihua Sect, Song Qinghong's path of cultivation was almost completely revealed to him.
in front of.
Grandmaster.
The architect of the great spiritual practice theory system.
Possessor of magical powers.
Know the specific direction of the other person’s practice along the way.
Then, the other party was sitting opposite, very close.
All of this combined gave Xu Guangling an almost "omniscient" or "omniscient" perspective to examine Song Qinghong's practice, including his past, his present, and his future.
No matter how high Song Qinghong positioned Xu Guangling before, she could never imagine what kind of existence she was facing.
This conversation just started, just as Song Qinghong expected.
Relaxed, understanding, interesting and happy.
The conversation between the two people was connected from the very beginning of their practice, or even from the time when each other was not practicing.
Xu Guangling told Song Qinghong the story of the Sea of Immortals, the mountains, rivers and vegetation on the island, the food, daily life and ecology of the island, the Ten Medicine Hall on the island, and the floating and blooming flowers on the island.
Seven-colored flowers on the vast sea.
Although the Jueling Immortal Sea is not a secret to the outside world, and there are many rumors, for example, Xu Guangling saw records about some secret realms in the world in the secret collection of Baihua Sect, but those records are mostly superficial and general.
Speaking of which, a very reliable judgment is that the recorder has never been to any of the secret places!
Ordinary secret realms are like this, let alone something as extraordinary as the Absolute Spirit Immortal Sea.
As someone who personally came out of the Immortal Sea of Absolute Spirits, Song Qinghong listened with swaying interest in any description Xu Guangling had about the Immortal Sea of Absolute Spirits.
After Xu Guangling finished telling this paragraph, Song Qinghong told her childhood story accordingly.
Just like the two poems about returning home written by He Zhizhang in the Tang Dynasty on earth, children don't recognize each other, and they laugh and ask where the guest is from. Only the mirror lake in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the waves of the past, looking back on the past, Song Qinghong's description of the past
, with a lot of memories and emotions.
Moreover, what she was recalling was not decades ago, but hundreds of years ago.
A light description brings with it the wind and rain; a shallow reminiscence brings with it the vicissitudes of life.
Does Xu Guangling understand that kind of feeling or experience?
He understands.
Really understand.
Song Qinghong said that Xu Guangling made peace, and all his peaces revolved around the purpose of "spring breeze turning into rain".
So, as Song Qinghong talked, unknowingly, the wind, rain and vicissitudes in her words began to fade, as if the real wind and rain had inexplicably faded into meandering and disappeared into the painting.
Then, under this relaxed and freehand mood, the topic naturally slipped into the practice of Condensing Yuan Realm.
There is so much that the two of them can say about practice, especially about the practice of the starting state.
Song Qinghong talked about her own practice, the practice of some seniors, peers and juniors in the sect, and the practice of other sects and some casual cultivators that she had learned about over the years.
Xu Guangling talked about Lingxiao's practice when he was in the lower courtyard, and talked about the practice of a senior brother and a senior sister.
The senior brother and senior sister he talked about did not actually exist, but they were more real than any real cultivators. Among them, there were shadows of Guang He and Guang Qing, as well as those friends in Ling Xiao's lower courtyard at that time.
There are shadows of Xu Yishan and Xu Tonghui Xiao Xiuer in the second life, as well as the shadows of those people around him in the first life.
These shadows are all content and structure, but the soul in them is that Xu Guangling made up a "Song Qinghong" that he copied.
That person was both unfamiliar and familiar to Song Qinghong.
It's natural to be unfamiliar. Many of that person's cultivation contents and methods are unfamiliar to Song Qinghong, but she doesn't know why, but the strange "senior sister" Xu Guangling talked about gave her a strange feeling.
An incredibly familiar feeling.
It's like...
It's like looking in the mirror and looking at the person in the mirror.
There is a difference between her and the person in the mirror!
The difference is not big, but there are many points.
Unknowingly, involuntarily, or naturally, there is a comparison between the person outside the mirror and the person in the mirror, and in this comparison, the physical and mental state and spiritual cognition of the person outside the mirror are quietly and silently reflected.
Some subtle adjustments and evolutions occur.
Song Qinghong didn't notice the change.
She only felt happy and her horizons had been broadened.
Thousands of feet of silk fiber droops straight down, and it only moves with one wave and thousands of waves follow it.
The conversation went on like this, from the Condensing Yuan Realm to the Xuan Guan Realm, from the Awakening Realm to the True One Realm.
Morning and evening, sunset and moonrise, Song Qinghong couldn't stop at all.
In her life, her conversational interest had never been so lively, and her mind had never been so lively. Countless whimsical ideas and even enlightenment came to her like bamboo shoots after a rain.
It emerged from her heart, and then continued to sprout and branch out at a jaw-dropping speed.
At first there were only three, four, five, six, seven or eight bamboo shoots, but before I realized it, it was already a forest of hundreds of miles and thousands of miles.
Song Qinghong seemed to have fallen into a beautiful and boundless dream, but in fact, in this "dream", she was awake from beginning to end.
But the dream was so beautiful and wonderful that Song Qinghong couldn't wake up.
In the "dream", Song Qinghong walked through the Condensing Yuan Realm, the Xuan Guan Realm, the Awakening Realm, the True One Realm, and the Prosperity and Decay Realm from a perspective that was both personal and spectator-like.
Also walked through...
Realm of life and death.
What is there in the realm of life and death? It is called the realm of life and death.
Darkness, danger, and horror have never been an easy thing since ancient times.
Talking this evening is like drinking wine, it carries your body and your heart.
A little spiritual light condenses into a boat, and the wind blows thousands of miles and sends it back to the boat.
[Song Qinghong will be promoted to the Lingtai realm fourteen days later.]
After Tianyan automatically popped up this message again, Xu Guangling smiled faintly and deliberately stopped the conversation. Like a rain that lasted for an unknown number of days, gradually, the rain and clouds stopped, and everything became clear, while Song Qinghong was standing there.
Under the influence of this indescribable physical and mental pull, he naturally entered a state of tranquility.
This stillness quickly leads from small tranquility to great tranquility. This affirmation also quickly leads from shallow concentration to deep concentration.
"You are really big-hearted."
Xu Guangling shook his head.
This is even more chic than when he was promoted to Grand Master in his first life, and much more so.
But in fact, Song Qinghong was completely confused at this time, and she may not have realized what entering samadhi this time meant to her.
Of course, another reason is that the arrow is on the string and has to be fired. It is not that she wants to enter meditation, but just the self-adjustment of her body and mind. Instinctively, she can't wait to pull her into tranquility!
Although this meditation seems a bit too casual, in fact, there is nothing to worry about.
In his first life, driven by instinct, Xu Guangling found a place with rich spiritual energy to pass the test. But in this life, the richness of spiritual energy on the unknown mountain where Song Qinghong practiced was much better than his original conditions.
So much better!
Practice, practice, practice and practice.
When you get to the pass, you have to make a final leap.
At this time, it was the time of Song Qinghong's leap.
Xu Guangling stood up, stepped back, and then sat down at a corner of the mountain. He looked at some of the wild beauty of the mountain and the scenery at the bottom of the mountain, leaving the quiet and independent space for those who had entered a state of tranquility.
Song Qinghong.
One day, one day, another day.
Before I knew it, it was three to five days.
At noon on the sixth day, a cloud floating over the top of the mountain here, as if affected by some invisible force, inexplicably turned cloud into water, water into gas, and dispersed from the visible cloud to the invisible.
In the evening, not far from Xu Guangling, there was a flower tree that had fully bloomed. One of its branches was swaying in the wind, and then a small flower bud burst out from the branch.
This change is just the beginning.
Then, one after another, flower buds bloomed from this flower tree, from other flower trees around it, and one after another, fresh buds and leaves bloomed from all the grass and trees in this mountain.
It sprouted up.
The sounds of buds growing, the branches and leaves pulling, the buds condensing, from ten to a hundred to a thousand to ten thousand, and even to tens of millions, countless "micro-sounds" dominated this quiet night, and also dominated this quiet night.
A mountain and even other surrounding mountains.
The soft sound is like a gentle ripple, gradually spreading outward.
The next day, the morning light had just begun, and the heaven and earth were as if they were newly born.
The mountains and fields are filled with fresh green, the mountains and fields are blooming with flowers, the mountains and fields are filled with freshness and fragrance, and the mountains and fields are filled with bees flying and butterflies dancing.
Not only the plants and trees, but also all the birds, beasts, insects, fish, etc., all entered into a world of splendor and vitality.
And at this moment, the fluctuation of spiritual energy finally seemed like a late guest, arriving slowly.