Broken Night

Chapter Four Hundred and Eighty Seventh—Sorrow in the Song

"The tattoo master only cultivates the gods, but even if the spiritual consciousness is so powerful that it can fall into the yellow spring, the body is not strong enough, and it is only a rootless tree after all."

"The tattooed person only cultivates the body. Even if the body can be immortal, the sea of ​​consciousness is extremely fragile and cannot keep up with the strength of the body. In the end, only a stinky skin is left." Song Zhixuan shook his head and said, The training system does not take it for granted.

The next sentence of his speech was earth-shattering enough: "So, no matter in the north and south, it is no longer possible for a strong person to appear in the six palace realm in the mainland. Because if the body and spirit are not equally trained to the limit, they will reach that realm."

Song Zhixuan stretched out his finger and taught: "Like those cultivators who have stepped into the realm of the five palaces and the realm of thousands of lines. Like the Taoist Wanshu, do you know that he is training his spiritual power tirelessly every day? Like Chen Songqing, you know him Bringing starlight into the body every night, tempering the body?"

"It's just too late."

"They have already missed the best training time."

"But." Song Zhixuan said seriously, "It can't be said that they are at fault."

"If they hadn't only cultivated one, they might not even be able to step into the current state. Even with the current state, they are enough to stand proudly in the world. Therefore, they would not and would not dare to casually tell their younger generation about tattooing. ”

Song Zhixuan shook his head and smiled, as if laughing at thousands of cultivators in the world: "Because they are afraid of messing up the Dao heart of the younger generation. If the Dao heart is messed up, they won't talk about the sixth palace realm, even if they could have stepped into the fifth palace realm. Or the possibility of the Thousand Ridges Realm is also wiped out. So they dare not gamble."

Xu Yan and Jin Qianji were shocked and speechless.

Then Xu Yan recalled that every time Zuo Chengzhe heard the idea that he wanted to cultivate both, he would be angry at him, saying that he was a demon. Obviously, only the tattoo artist or tattoo artist's training method has become the trend, and it is also an easier way to practice.

"If that's the case, then why do we have to take the road of tattooing?"

Song Zhixuan laughed, and the long ponytail behind him swayed slightly, like a wolf hair full of ink: "Those who can't walk the road of tattoo repair are just talking about ordinary people."

"Like Seventh Junior Brother, why aren't you practicing forging, alchemy, and medical skills? But you didn't create the art of military training?" Song Zhixuan raised his eyebrows, as if thinking of a good analogy: "If you use forging as a tattoo Self-cultivation and alchemy are for the tattoo master to cultivate the gods, then the method of military training created by the seventh junior brother is the Tao of tattoo cultivation.”

Song Zhixuan turned his head slightly and looked at the small lake in the garden. Inside, Bai'er raised his head and walked away, looking noble and out of the world: "We are disciples of Yunfu, and we naturally take an unusual path. If we stop in fear of difficulties, how can we to the top?"

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The sun rises and the moon sets.

The sixth day in the blink of an eye.

This is the sixth day that Xu Yan and his party came to Yunfu.

If it were someone else's point of view, Yun Fu and the others would simply be doing nothing and wasting their time.

The fourth Mr. Wang Qi just walked under the banyan tree every day, thinking hard about the chess game, and occasionally grabbed Xu Yan and Jin Qianji to play against him;

Mr. Wu Qu Xuan is still playing the music with his fingers, and occasionally when the sound of the piano is wrong, he will repeat it dozens or hundreds of times;

The third Mr. Xu Shichang and Lan Mingxin were still laughing like devils in the house. Every day, they poured food into Xu Yan and Jin Qianji's mouths in different ways, while holding a small book to record their reactions;

The second Mr. Yan Wuzhao practiced dance steps every time. Her dance steps were very beautiful, but not only the softness of the fingers of a beautiful woman, but also the masculine beauty of wide opening and closing. Jin Qianji could vaguely see that these dance steps were actually able to Resonate with the surrounding texture;

Mr. Song Zhixuan's life is even simpler. He wakes up at 6 o'clock every day, spends forty-nine breaths to purify his mind, and then hangs smiling while feeding fish, planting flowers, watching clouds, listening to the wind, reading, writing, and painting.

None of them are doing anything related to cultivation.

But as Song Zhixuan once said.

When they are doing things related to life, they are practicing.

Wang Qi's chessboard is dotted all over the place, and mortals might vomit blood and suffer internal injuries at a glance. Wasn't he actually comprehending the complicated patterns?

Xu Shichang's cooking in different ways is actually not doing the deepest analysis of all creatures in the world?

Qu Xuan will force herself to repeat even a small note out of tune hundreds of times. When the tempered piano note comes out, how can anyone not be addicted to it?

Yan Wuzhao's dance steps are in harmony with the heaven and the earth. She only took six steps against the realm that day, and the terrifying pressure of the lines made them overwhelmed and breathless. Then when she danced with all her strength, the world would be stunned. Wouldn't it be shocking?

As for Mr. Big...

Xu Yan and Jin Qianji asked themselves that their realm was not enough, and could not see the clue.

It's just that when Jin Qianji occasionally sees the calligraphy and landscapes written by Song Zhixuan, he can't help but close his eyes, making it difficult to look directly. Song Zhixuan would laugh and cover with something, saying that the two of them were not enough.

When they were living, they integrated their practice into it.

There are thousands of avenues in the world, who can say that what he walks is necessarily the right one?

If that's the case, why not take a path that suits your heart?

Only what the heart wants, everything is in the clouds.

The direction of the heart is the things that you love, the skills you love, and the way your heart loves.

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Naturally, Xu Yan and Jin Qianji's house could not be built in just six days. It's just that these few nights, the two have tents to keep out the rain and sleep on the ground around the fire. Listening to the sound of wind, rain and cicadas, I slept quite peacefully.

When it was the afternoon of the sixth day, the two were still being tortured by several brothers and sisters, but their expressions became more natural. Like Jin Qianji and Wang Qi playing against each other, they can at least begin to understand some chess techniques.

Just like Xu Yan listening to Qu Xuan's tune, he can also scream and howl along with the tune.

On this day, Xu Yan saw that he had been playing the piano and Quxuan with his knees bent, and suddenly said, "Sister Fifth, your injury...do you want to go and treat it?"

Qu Xuan's expression remained unchanged, she didn't even raise her head, she was still as cold as a silver spring falling from nine days: "I've seen it before."

"Many years ago, when I was a beginner, my senior brother took me to seek medical treatment. Even Murong, the genius doctor in Pingnan, has seen it."

Xu Yan was silent.

Although Qu Xuan did not say the result, but today, decades later, Qu Xuan is still unable to walk, which means that even Murong Yan has not been cured. For Murong Yan, from the initial disgust to the final dull admiration. Although he is different from Murong Yandao, he does not conspire.

But he had to admit that Murong Yan's medical skills were extremely high, and there are only two people in the world who can stand side by side with or even surpass him.

One is his cheap master, and the other is his biological father.

"Senior sister, you also know that I am dabbling in medicine. If you don't mind, can you show me?"