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"Thank you for saving my life." The young man said this while lying on the ground, and blood flowed all over the floor.
There was no response, just a faint chuckle, and then he saw someone in the moonlight, his robes were like waves, almost riding on the wind, holding a little girl in his hand, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The young man staggered out of the alley. Although he was very curious about the expert who rescued him, now was not the time to go and find out.
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Shen Lian followed his own will and became a mysterious master, which could satisfy his childhood fantasy.
Speaking of which boy, when he was young, he didn't imagine what it would be like to be able to fly to the sky and escape from the earth, and to have all kinds of magical powers. But after he truly became such a person, he rarely did the things he fantasized about when he was a boy.
He slowly walked into the hospital, gently placed Xiao Ruoxi on the bed, and covered her with a quilt.
Shen Lian, on the other hand, tied a long rope on one side of the room and hung it in the air. He turned over and lay down calmly.
At first, he was just imitating a certain person in his previous life. That person also had a pure Taoist mind and no distracting thoughts. He slept on a rope all year round.
In the midst of the hustle and bustle of the human world, meditating and practicing Qi was actually of little benefit, so he suddenly imitated it with his childlike innocence.
At first, he had to pay attention to control his body so as not to fall, so he was not deep in concentration.
Later, he gradually fell into unconsciousness, and his body reacted naturally, and he was able to grasp the balance and let the body's blood and energy change. However, the center of gravity remained the same, without much change.
Although it did not actually bring him any benefits, he always felt that he had vaguely grasped something, but it was not thorough enough.
Hanging in mid-air, Shen Lian slowly fell into meditation. His soul had formed into a yin spirit. Even in the spiritual platform, it was not so ethereal and very solid.
It's just that it's a little less agile and sluggish than before.
The deeper he fell into meditation, the more he felt the call from the underground. It couldn't even be said to be the underground, but a somewhat dull and nameless world, dark and gloomy. He seemed to hear the subtle sound of running water, and the hoarse and low voice in it. Calls floated in my ears from time to time.
None of this disturbed him, as if he could go to that world with just a thought, put aside life and death, and gain a kind of tranquility.
It has been several years since he entered this realm. This situation is different from the 'trance' of cultivating the ninth realm, although the two are somewhat similar.
Shen Lian naturally knew the meaning of this situation, which was also called 'Tongyou'. That world seemed to be the so-called Youquan Netherland, but Shen Lian could not verify it.
Qingxuan's Taiwei Pavilion couldn't find any information on this either.
The scary thing about "Shangqing Lingbao's True Explanation of Naturally Locking the Mind and Concentrating the Mind" is that although you will encounter bottlenecks during practice, as long as you get through it, you will be able to have a smooth journey until the next pass. This pass may be difficult or very difficult. It is simple and has no rules. As long as he practices step by step, one day, it seems that he will be able to flow eastward into the sea and reach an unprecedented state where he will no longer be troubled by birth, old age, illness and death.
But precisely because compared with the difficulty of Taixu Shence, this technique was too easy. He vaguely felt that in the end, he would become an existence without sorrow and joy, which was not the longevity he wished for.
This is the contradiction in life. He cannot give up his current progress for the sake of unknown reasons. He still practices this technique, and he has not given up his exploration of Taixu Divine Strategy.
In this regard, he is indeed not divorced from human nature.
Children go to bed early and wake up early. Ruoxi got up to wash up when the east was white, and Shen Lian was already up.
Shen Lian did not arrange her schedule from morning to night, fully letting her nature go, and then assigned tasks within her ability without making her feel harsh.
What practitioners seek is immortality, and what they seek is the eternal Tao. To put it bluntly, they want to live, because while alive, there are countless beautiful things to do and countless wishes to be realized.
Only by knowing the preciousness of life and loving it all will you be motivated to practice.
This is what Shen Lian thinks, so when his practice should be boring, it is indeed boring, but he never forgets the joy of life.
To him, a mortal can actually be said to be an ant, but he still finds it interesting when he occasionally watches ants carrying food under a tree. The fun of life lies in its real richness, and there should be no distinction between superior and inferior.
The melodious sound of the piano resounded in the courtyard, and Ruo Xi naturally could not hear the "brilliant and splendid, with swords and spears" in it. She only felt that her brother at this time made her feel most at ease.
The sound of a musical instrument fell leisurely, and Shen Lian said: "Today I am teaching you how to practice. Although according to Qingxuan's rules, I cannot accept disciples, I can still grant you some superficial things."
Ruoxi's innocent eyes flashed with confusion. She still didn't understand this opportunity. If anyone in Shangjing City who knew about cultivation knew about it, they would probably fight for their lives to get their descendants to worship Shen Lian.
She didn't even know that the brother in front of her left the Shen family and traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers in order to seek immortality and Taoism before he could enter the door of cultivation.
Cultivation pays attention to the method of fate, and the method of spontaneous fate is the most rare. If there is no fate, just like Ling Chongxiao, when you arrive at the immortal gate, you will have no choice but to regret it for the rest of your life.
She just asked: "What is 'cultivation'."
Children's innocent and unintentional words are often shocked when they fall into the heart.
Shen Lian couldn't help but smile and said, "When you ask, I can't tell you."
Ruoxi just said "Oh", not feeling happy about having troubled her brother at all. Instead, she felt disappointed. It turned out that her brother didn't know everything.
A brother is a brother, not an idol, so the little girl doesn't know what it feels like when an idol collapses.
Shen Lian thought to herself: She is so young, she will become confused if she talks too much, so just teach her directly.
Facts have proved that Shen Lian is not the Patriarch of Bodhi, and Ruo Xi is not a monkey. He has a pure and flawless Taoist heart and a natural Taoist body.
Although Ruoxi's talent is much better than that of ordinary people, and she has practiced calligraphy, she is still not very good at sensing the inner energy.
After all, whether it is a monkey or Chen Jianmei's kind of natural talent, they are rare.
It took half a month for Ruoxi to feel the Qi her brother talked about in her body. Now Shen Lian only lets her feel it and doesn't let her do anything else.
If Xi has one more homework, she still has to practice the word 'Yong' every day. The 'Yong' written by Shen Lian is naturally more than just calligraphy.
She certified it and copied it in the medical center. Just halfway through writing, a young man came to the medical center. She still recognized this person. He was the person next to her who splashed water on him last time.
She is not as good-looking as her brother, and not as good-looking as Ruoxi.
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