Su Yiwen Lingzhao

Ma Yu still maintained the posture of kneeling on one knee.

Su Yi said: "Why didn't you ask your superiors for credit, but instead leaked this arrest warrant to us the first time?"

Ma Yu was stunned, and then he said awkwardly: "The Master Xianshi spared my life before, so I can't avenge my kindness."

Su Yi raised his hand a little.

Ma Yu was so distraught that the pain was unbearable.

After a while, all the severe pain quietly disappeared.

"I have imprinted a secret method of cultivation in your soul. In the future, if you have the opportunity to break the void and embark on the road of cultivation, you will be able to learn the mystery of this secret method."

After finishing speaking, Su Yi waved his sleeve robe, and the figures of him and Pu Xuan disappeared out of thin air.

Ma Yu froze there.

Master Xianshi gifted himself a secret method?

This is not a dream! ?

Ma Yu slapped himself violently, feeling the burning pain on his cheek, he grinned.

Not a dream!

This is real!

He, Ma Yu, is a vulgar and vulgar martial artist. He never thought that he would be blessed by misfortune today, and would be taught a wonderful method by meeting an immortal master by chance!

What Ma Yu didn't know was that Su Yi not only left a secret method of cultivation for him, but also left a cohesive Dao power in his soul.

From then on, when he was practicing martial arts, he was able to continuously obtain Dao Body Tempering, so he didn't have to worry about not being able to set foot on the peak of martial arts and shatter the void!

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In Nanliu City, Su Yi and Pu Xuan wandered around, drank a jug of dirty wine in the restaurant, and saw all the bustling worldly scenes in the streets and alleys.

There are also prosperous cities in the practice world, which are far more lively and magnificent than ordinary people.

But there are all kinds of ordinary life, but you can't see it at all.

"The practitioners of the world, fundamentally speaking, come from the mundane."

"Perhaps, there are people in this world who are born as gods, but most of them are mortals, and they need to practice to climb to the top step by step."

"In my opinion, the difference between mortals and gods is nothing more than one who has never practiced, and one who has Taoism."

"Since this is the case, why do many ascetics regard mortals as ants and never take mortals' lives seriously?"

"Why is the road of mortal practice so difficult, and it requires an opportunity and great perseverance to embark on the practice?"

"Is there a way that can make everyone like a dragon?"

... Along the way, Su Yi thought about many issues, all involving the operation of heaven and the difference between immortals and mortals.

It's not that he didn't think about this before, but his knowledge was limited.

Now, as the master who is in charge of the Jiyuan Ding and has the opportunity to determine the rules of the era in the future, when Su Yi consciously thinks about these seemingly insignificant issues, his vision, views and cognition are completely different.

The harvest is also different.

Just like making a painting, how this painting should depict the beautiful scenery in my heart was just a vague idea before, but now I gradually have some insights and ideas.

For Su Yi, this is practice.

What is cultivated is the heart, and what is deduced is the real rule of the avenue!

After leaving Nanliu City, Su Yi and Pu Xuan headed north all the way.

Kuyu Mountain, which contains the supreme good fortune, is located in the northern border of Huaihuang Kingdom, thousands of miles away.

If there is no way to walk, even if you ride a horse or a boat, you will travel day and night, and it will take half a month to arrive.

But to Pu Xuan's surprise, Su Yi was not in a hurry, instead, he walked and stopped like a worldly traveler.

Once drank in the misty rain of apricot blossoms, drunk and slept on a wooden boat by the reed lake, when I was drunk, I didn't know that the sky was in the water, and the sparse stars were rippling in the blue waves.

I once chatted with farmers in the field in a remote mountain village, stayed overnight at the farmhouse, drank a pot of rice wine brewed by the villagers, and left some insignificant pieces of silver when I left. I once watched a martial arts competition held by people from all walks of life, and I watched it with great interest. I never thought that a hydrangea ball would be thrown on Pu Xuan, who is handsome and romantic in white, and Pu Xuan ran away, causing the girl who threw the hydrangea ball to stomp her feet

, Su Yi laughed out loud, is this a martial arts contest to recruit a relative, or is it throwing a hydrangea ball to choose the groom?

Because they never concealed their appearance along the way, they also encountered some siege and assassination.

But in front of Su Yi, it was all small fights that were not worth mentioning.

For example, when an assassin hiding on the beam of an inn was preparing to attack in the middle of the night, he found that there was an extra piece of paper and ten taels of silver beside him.

After reading the content on the paper, the assassin was stunned.

It said: "Take some money to get some medicine and see a doctor for your mother. Remember to cook a bowl of porridge for your mother before dawn."

A very common sentence.

But the middle-aged assassin with a vicissitudes of life held his head and burst into tears silently.

Before preparing to assassinate tonight, he once drank a bowl of bad wine that he would not be willing to drink to strengthen his courage. He told his best friend that if he died, don't tell his mother who was ill in bed for a long time.

The only thing he was worried about was that if he died, his mother would not be able to drink the porridge he made by himself before dawn tomorrow morning.

He is not from the Jianghu, he does not know martial arts, the purpose of the assassination this time is only for a few taels of money to buy some medicinal herbs for his mother's illness.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to fight with his life.

But he never expected that he would get such a piece of paper and ten taels of silver.

After a long time, the middle-aged assassin wiped away the tears all over his face, carefully put away the paper and taels of silver, turned over and jumped off the beam, knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times to the already empty room, then got up and strode away.

This world may be very difficult, and a copper coin will stump a hero, but he decided that from now on, he will never be such a **** assassin again!

On Su Yi's journey through the mortal world, when encountering similar things, he just did it casually, without considering whether it was a good deed.

It all depends on the mood.

When there is no need to do anything, Su Yi will avoid it in advance.

For a person like him who has mastered the Tao, he doesn't even bother to kill those ordinary people.

However, there are exceptions.

For example, once when staying overnight in a temple on a mountain, a group of people from the rivers and lakes set fire to the temple in order to deal with him and Pu Xuan, and burned to death together with some monks in the temple.

Regarding this, Su Yi would not be soft-hearted, raised his hand to attract a thunderstorm, and killed those people from the Jianghu on the spot.

The startled monks in the temple found all this and couldn't help but sigh with emotion that self-inflicted perpetrators must not live.

Ten days passed in a hurry.

In the evening, the sunset is picturesque.

Su Yi and Pu Xuan each rode a fast horse, galloping away in the distance under the light and shadow of the sunset, the smoke and dust billowed all the way.

"Fellow Daoist, are you practicing?"

Pu Xuan couldn't help saying.

In the past ten days, Su Yi has done too many trivial and aimless things. He is not playing in the world of mortals at all, but is really walking into the world of mortals and the mundane world.

What impressed Pu Xuan the most was that in a paddy field, Su Yi chatted with the old rice transplanter for a while, then suddenly rolled up his trousers, walked into the paddy field, stepped on the mud, and helped transplant the rice seedlings.

Worked all afternoon.

Until Su Yi walked out of the paddy field, covered in muddy water, with a clear and bright smile, he said with emotion:

"Put green seedlings all over the field with your hands, and you can see the sky in the water when you bow your head.

A pure heart is the way, and retreating is turning forward. "

These words made Pu Xuan's heart tremble and his scalp tingle.

When I looked down, I saw the sky in the water.

When regressing, seedlings were planted in front of him.

The mystery contained in this has greatly inspired Pu Xuan, a sword cultivator who practiced meditation and practiced Buddhism, if there is any gain!

It was also at that time that Pu Xuan realized one thing, this mundane place may not have any aura, but it does not mean that it is impossible to practice!

As for Su Yi, it is obvious that he is pondering the most subtle way in the world of mortals.

Su Yi carried the wine gourd and said with a smile, "You have good eyesight."

Pu Xuan smiled wryly, "It's not that I'm blind, if I still can't see it, I'm too stupid."

Su Yi thought for a while, then revealed the secret and explained it again.

From the first day he entered Huaihuang Kingdom, he was fighting against the rules of heaven in this secular country!

Use your own small world to fight against the rules of the big world in the mundane.

His whole body of eternal Taoism has never sought outside, never crossed the eternal calamity, never practiced the power of destiny calamity, and broke through the threshold of eternity completely by his own way.

In addition, he has the power to determine the way, and he has the fire of the era, so the rules of the heavens in the eternal heaven cannot imprison his way at all.

However, suppression still exists. From the moment he arrived in Huaihuang Kingdom, he could only maintain his cultivation at the spiritual level. As he continued to fight against the rules of heaven and earth, he continued to tap the potential of his body. Up to now, he has been able to walk easily in this mortal land, like a fish in water

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It is not difficult to fly in the air.

The most amazing thing is that when confronting with his own small world and Zhou Tian's rules, Su Yi is always in an invisible temper, and his great potential is tapped again and again!

Su Yi had a premonition that when he left Huaihuang Country and went to the outside world, his cultivation would definitely improve significantly.

In addition, Huaihuang Country is indeed a land of mortals, but it is not without a way!

It's just that the Dao of the mortal world is to isolate the immortals, to suppress and imprison the Taoist deeds of the ascetics.

Along the way, Su Yi is comprehending and pondering the mysteries of the world.

Just as he lamented not long ago, to go backwards is to move forwards!

If it weren't for this mortal place, how could he have been tempered like this? How can it be possible to experience all the mysteries of this mortal world?

Because of this, Su Yi didn't hurry along the way.

Knowing these secrets, Pu Xuan was silent for a long time before he said with emotion: "In this world, it is destined that only fellow Taoists can do this."

This is not a compliment, looking at the entire Eternal Heaven, except for the Emperor of Heaven, who can find a cultivator who is not oppressed by the mortal world?

Another month passed in a hurry.

The northern border of Huaihuang Kingdom.

There has just been a heavy rain, and the sky is damp and cold.

In the distance, the outline of Kuyu Mountain can already be seen.

This mountain is not towering, and there is nothing amazing about it. Standing alone between the sky and the earth, it is indeed very ordinary.

But when Su Yi looked at the mountain from a distance, a mysterious feeling appeared in his heart, and a thought appeared in his mind——

That bitter rain mountain was completely imprisoned by the rules of heaven!

Pu Xuan gasped and murmured, "There are a lot of people."

In his field of vision, camps were built on the ground near Bitter Rain Mountain.

Soldiers are densely distributed like a tide. The flags were flying and the horses neighing, as if they had come to a battlefield with a chilling atmosphere.