The word "Lin" has nine strokes: one stroke cultivates the body, two strokes cultivate the heart, three strokes peek into the door, four strokes break the mirror, five strokes cultivate, six strokes sanctify, seven strokes break the path, eight strokes inquire about heaven, and ninety-nine strokes return to oneness.
Immediately becoming the universe.
These are the many mysteries derived from the word "Lin", and Nie Chenfeng obviously has not reached these supreme realms, and even the first step is pitifully weak. Of course, he has also noticed this, cultivates his moral character, and strives to
The most important thing in cultivation.
"Well, it seems that we can't make rapid progress. We can only make it step by step more solidly before we can have the chance to ask the king. After these days of body tempering, my body is already unrivaled. Now it should be even stronger.
Now that I'm strong, I'm afraid it's hard for ordinary treasure weapons to hurt me?" Nie Chenfeng thought.
In the vast continent, weapons are roughly divided into four levels: magic weapons, treasure weapons, honorable weapons, and holy weapons. As for the artifacts in ancient legends, they almost do not exist. What other powerful powers are there on top of the artifacts?
No one knows the rank of the gods. The magical weapons correspond to the human rank. A first-grade magical weapon can cut iron like clay; a medium-grade magical weapon can extinguish life; a high-grade magical weapon can break everything.
Treasures can be deduced by analogy. A respected weapon is psychic and can only be used by its owner. The death magic knife in Nie Chenfeng's hand has reached the level of a low-grade sacred weapon. However, this is due to its lack of spirituality and the preciousness of its materials.
Because no one knows how much secrets this magic sword of death contains. A few days ago, Goddess Lin Ruoxi’s master Lin Feng asked the goddess to seize the magic sword in Nie Chenfeng’s hands at all costs. The Wang family
Wang Ying is even more eyeing. However, the reason why the king did not take action personally is because there are still certain constraints between the kings. Of course, there are countless secret existences among them...
Regarding the way to advance the Death Demon Sword, the old god had carefully told him at the beginning that he needed to find the corresponding fragments of the Snow Drinking Mad Sword to cast and temper them in order to repair some of its hidden wounds.
Now, Nie Chenfeng finally found a fragment, but he didn't know how to use it. "Does it mean that I have to go to the legendary Zhongdu to find a top weapon refiner to build a magic knife for me and save the god?"
Are you old?"
"Isn't it said that the Death Demon Sword is opposite to Xu Xue's Seven Dreams Sword? Why does it need to swallow the fragments of the Snow Drinking Crazy Sword? One yin and one yang complement each other. But that's right, the Death Demon Sword has been injured secretly, so it is impossible to swallow it.
He needs the matching Seven Dream Sword to repair it? Hahaha, the important thing is that it needs the soul of the broken sword, how stupid I am!" After thinking about this, Nie Chenfeng laughed to himself in his heart.
"By the way, I wonder how Xue'er is doing?"
Yanxuxue—a mysterious woman who landed in the mortal world:
Like white paper, spotless;
Like an immortal, relegated to the mortal world;
Like a goddess, beautiful and refined;
It's a beautiful woman, standing by the water;
No one knew her origin. Nie Chenfeng met her at the Colorful Mountains and brought her back to her clan. Within a few months, she and Nie Chenfeng finally fell in love. The moment she left Colorful Lake Island, she
After all, I understood what "love" is. She was like a flash in the pan, blooming for him when his life was most fragile. The moment before he was shrouded in white light and disappeared into the ancient door, she took off the mask that had been covering her face for the beloved him in front of her.
veil.
However, now, Nie Chenfeng was suddenly afraid, "Ah... Xue'er, why can't I remember your face clearly? Ah... What's wrong with me? Could it be that no matter how profound it is?
Will my memory eventually fade?"
"No, no, I don't want it!"
Nie Chenfeng, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly held his head in pain because he forcibly reversed everything and tried to remember the appearance of the woman he loved so much.
He was afraid that as time passed, the woman in his heart would be buried in an unnoticed corner, never to be mentioned or remembered again.
He was afraid that as his character changed, the sweetheart in his heart would be eliminated from then on and moved to a lonely place outside his heart, no longer missed or loved.
He was afraid that as life passed away, his body, which was still covered with the warmth of mist and snow, would gradually become colder, with no memory left, and everything would become a floating cloud.
"Boy Chen, what are you doing? If you force your memory like this, you will not only lose your magic power, but you will also easily go crazy!" Seeing Nie Chenfeng, whose face was pale and his body was shrouded in golden light, Ah Huang suddenly shouted with a serious look on his side,
Obviously, it knew everything that happened to Nie Chenfeng, and it also understood that he was now trying to gain his memory for the sake of the woman in his heart.
This is not to say that Nie Chenfeng's cultivation level is so high that he can defeat the emperor, but that no one can stop his will at this moment - all because of the woman he deeply loves in his heart, Yan Xuxue.
Although he has never mentioned the sweetheart in his heart or revealed his true feelings, he cannot deceive himself about his feelings. He indeed still loves her deeply.
At this time, in his mind, the picture of Yan Xuxue's appearance kept flickering and fainting, as if floating to an unknown world. And his consciousness roared crazily, unwillingly.
He wanted to catch something, but in the face of time, everything was false. His consciousness stood alone in the unknown space in his mind, unable to find a way out, confused, in pain, and even more afraid of losing that part forever.
A memory that will last forever.
"Ah...Xue'er, come back, come back! I won't let you disappear, no, never!"
"Pfft..."
Suddenly, Nie Chenfeng spat out a mouthful of blood. He was obviously about to go crazy. When Ah Huang, who was flying in the air next to him, saw this, he was flying around in the air anxiously, worried, and his eyes widened.
Yes, looking at the indifferent white-haired boy lying on the ground, I can only sigh in despair.
"Boy Chen, hold on! Is it worth it for you to remember that woman's appearance and everything?"
The path of cultivation involves not only cultivating the body, but also cultivating the mind. Mental hardship is also the key. At this time, Nie Chenfeng is obviously experiencing the temper of time. Every monk has a heart of being a devotee, and
The best way to make your heart perfect is to temper your spirit.
The so-called spirit refers to spiritual consciousness. In the vast continent, the levels of spiritual consciousness are roughly divided into five levels, namely, the spiritual consciousness of suffering, the spiritual consciousness of gathering, the spiritual consciousness of illusion, the spiritual consciousness of Tao, and the spiritual consciousness of destruction.
The so-called consciousness of suffering refers to the appreciation of the suffering of all living beings, and the suffering of monks. It requires all kinds of tempering to uncover the illusion and find the root cause of all suffering, which is the so-called "collection", so as to advance to the level of concentration.
However, Nie Chenfeng is in the early stage of the divine consciousness of suffering. His spiritual consciousness is still very weak. He can only control objects and thoroughly observe a hundred feet in radius. As for the attacks, transformations, etc. with the power of the spiritual consciousness realm later,
That would be too far away from the current Nie Chenfeng.
At this time, Nie Chenfeng was trying hard to capture the memory that was about to disappear. Maybe it was because he had fallen in love with another woman - Yang Yudie, or maybe he had suffered all kinds of hardships and dedicated himself to cultivation.
Forgetting oneself, or more probably, taking too long, is mercilessly consuming all the good things about human beings.
"Ah...Xue'er, I...I love you. How can I survive without the memory of you? How can I embark on the path of a king? How can I revive my family?"
"Xue'er, what does it matter no matter how long it takes? I've been waiting for thousands of years!!!"
In Nie Chenfeng's mind, his consciousness was fiercely confronting the dim memory. He was unwilling to forget the woman he loved most in his heart, let alone forget his own nature because of cultivation or other things.
Outside his body, a layer of golden light was shrouded, creating a strange phenomenon in the dark night sky. The golden light flickered in the night sky, evolving into a blurry scene. Gradually, as Nie Chenfeng fought more fiercely, that
The golden light gradually became clear, evolving the birth, old age, illness and death of all living beings, resentment and hatred, love and separation, lack of desire, and suffering from the five aggregates.
Even, that light then evolved into the pale appearance of Yan Xuxue.
A Huang was flying around in a panic, wiping his dragon beard with his dragon claws from time to time, "Damn it, don't let this kid get carried away. Huh? What is that?" Suddenly, a one-foot black dragon saw Nie.
The golden light emitted from Chenfeng's body formed various strange phenomena in the sky, especially the golden light from its head. It said excitedly: "Damn it, mother dragon, is it possible that your kid is going to advance his spiritual consciousness?"
"Well, it seems so, but the process is quite difficult. The consciousness of suffering in the early stage will make you taste the pain of the mortal world. But fortunately, you are finally about to make a breakthrough. If you enter the stage of suffering in the middle stage,
With your spiritual consciousness, everything within a radius of 500 feet is under your control. This is a huge breakthrough in your spiritual awareness. Wow..."
"However, all this depends on your luck!"
On the other side, in Nie Chenfeng's mind, the shadow of Yan Xuxue finally faded away and completely disappeared from his mind. However, seeing this, Nie Chenfeng went completely crazy, and he used all his strength
I use all my power to save everything, but nothing can be grasped.
For a moment, he seemed to be in a mysterious and mysterious world. He looked up into the empty sky, and his mother's instructions before she left emerged: "Chen'er, no matter what happens, remember to live bravely.
Be an upright man..."
Gradually, the scene evolved into the departure of his father Nie Zhentian, who was brutally surrounded and killed by everyone in the Colorful Mountains. Nie Zhentian's resolute eyes told him: "Chen'er, revive the Nie family... revive the Nie family...
..."
After a while, all the scenes were mixed together, the destruction of the Nie family, the bloodshed of the Sword King, the death of the old god, Mu Zixin's death for love...
"Ah...I don't want it, I don't want it, I want to go against the will of God!!!"
Suddenly, Nie Chenfeng in reality screamed, and the sound waves created by the roar knocked Ah Huang above his head away...