Probably because of the difference in cultivation base, the final result of the characters I wrote turned into a small puddle, which was too far from the sparkling lake surface, so that the little girl fell into it secretly. A lot of hard work, Lin Luoran agrees with her hard work, but she is obviously not cultivated enough, and she is greedy for better results, she faintly feels that something will happen.
Sure enough, one evening, he sneaked out to practice calligraphy, and the last word "lake" almost jumped off the paper, and it felt like a lake of a man in a robe.
Lin Luoran watched the characters on the white paper come to life, the ink marks faded, and water dripped out, and the sound of gurgling water made a sound. He was happy at first, but it seemed that something drained the strength in his body. He coughed up a mouthful of dark red blood, and fell to the ground with his head up.
Lin Luoran was extremely anxious, and wanted to pull her, but his hand passed through her body.
She can't touch the 尛尛 at all! How to do it? Seeing how she frowned and moaned softly, Lin Luoran could feel how much pain she was in.
She wanted to find the man in the robe, but in front of her was an endless forest.
Taking a step back, even if she found it, what could she do? Lin Luoran watched Chuan struggling on the grass, feeling the cruelty of the law of time for the first time. She is a little transparent now, and she has peeked at everything that happened thousands of years ago through the power of the book "Da Dao", right
It's not the time travel of the Tongtian Tower. What she sees is just a movie similar to modern technology using light and shadow technology. She is always just a bystander. It's just that what she experienced was far more immersive than the so-called 3D movies before the new era... Even so, the men in slender robes and robes she saw were no longer in real life.
The moon rose slowly, and I fainted from the pain.
She saw the clear moonlight tens of thousands of years ago, but in real life, the moon and stars have long been covered with cold alloys.
Lin Luoran guarded the room for a whole night in a daze. It was not until the next day that the man in the robe came to the lake and carried her back.
Close at hand, she heard the slight sigh when the man in the robe hugged her.
She felt that the sigh contained many meanings, and even wondered if the sigh was directed at her. When she turned her head, she could see the back of the man in the robe slowly leaving with his arms in his arms. It was a mystery that Lin Luoran could not solve in his whole life.
He was injured because of his recklessness, and he didn't come to the lake to practice calligraphy for a long time. Lin Luoran was trapped within a radius of a hundred feet from the boulder he woke up from. The only place he could stay was this lake area, even the forest in the distance. Can't go.
She feels no thirst, no hunger, and no fatigue.
In addition to practicing calligraphy, if a person is too bored, he counts the ants on the ground to play. Anyway, the ants can't see her, and they won't run away in fright.
She often stares at the lake in confusion, and the longer she stays, the more she can feel the difference of the golden characters.
It is very easy to conjure a lake. Even a foundation cultivator can use water spells to make a low-lying land store water into a lake. But a real lake also contains fish, shrimps, crabs, shellfish, aquatic plants, plankton... This kind of raw creativity cannot be achieved by the five elements.
If you divide the power that can be used in a journey of cultivation into levels, it should be spells, magic spells, supernatural powers, and fairy spells. Immortals are truly free and unrestrained in the world, and gods have to perform their own responsibilities. Immortal arts should be superior to supernatural powers.
Like the ancestor of Mu Jing, he changed Yang Lisha into the size of a petal and carried it with him, similar to the spell of "Sleeve Universe".
The "Li Dai Tao Zombie" that Timber Wolf once used is also a spell.
Spells are higher-level than spells, but these can't achieve the immediate effect. Supernatural powers? The power of belief is indeed miraculous, and can even reshape the Dao foundation for mortals, but those powers are always born because of mortals' beliefs. Although they are infinitely wonderful, they are inevitably limited.
What about fairy art? Lin Luoran has only seen "a moment so close", so she dare not judge rashly.
The golden characters are completely different from them, creating a lake with a complete ecosystem out of thin air. This already belongs to the power of the Creator God in Western mythology—or should I say, it belongs to the power of the law of the universe
Is it borrowing the power of the law, or is it already above the law
Thinking of the man in the robe saying that he was not cultivated enough to write a real "lake", Lin Luoran felt that he should be closer to the former. This kind of golden characters is not used endlessly and casually. They are also practicing. Does it mean that through practice and relying on their own cultivation as an introduction, can they communicate with the laws of heaven and earth, so that the words can move with the heart
As for the man in the robe, his cultivation should be enough.
What I saw in the dream, the characters he wrote were agitated so much that the situation changed, I don't know what level of cultivation it is.
Such a quiet environment can make Lin Luoran calm down, piece together the doubts and scattered knowledge that he has encountered since his practice, and alienate him.
The bottleneck that I thought in the past, when I look back and think about it after I break through a few layers, I always feel a sense of enlightenment.
The basic knowledge has been firmly grasped, and it can also be confirmed with the new realm, which makes her feel that besides learning characters, other places also benefit a lot. This kind of ethereal state is really suitable for alchemy, array formation, or even weapon refining. Unfortunately, the jade steps are not with her, let alone alchemy and weapon refining.
Fortunately the grass was soft enough for her to lie on her back. The sky by the lake is also wide enough to be accompanied by stars every night.
Except tonight.
Tonight, the night sky has changed from the splendor of the previous few days, and the stars have disappeared, leaving only the moon like a big disc, so bright that it almost hangs down to the surface of the water, so close that it seems that you can touch it with your hand.
She didn't expect to see the guy she hadn't seen for a while tonight.
The man in the long robe brought her to the lake. She seemed to be in good spirits, bouncing around, and the colorful skirt looked radiant under the moonlight. It turned out to be a more beautiful skirt under the night.
"When it happens every sixty years, of course you can't miss it."
The man in the robe stood motionless on the grass, and the night covered up some of his coldness. I'm very excited tonight, I don't know what to watch.
The moonlight is so beautiful, Lin Luoran is somewhat familiar with the term sixty years. She is still recalling that the moon of Yuanpan has changed.
The moonlight seemed to be chopped up and sprinkled down, showing a pink luster, like a semi-solidified fog.
Lin Luoran saw that the originally quiet forest was boiling, and many animals that had been ambushing before... Oh, they can fly, they are monsters. Those monsters were flying or jumping, they were all scrambling to snatch the moonlight fragments first.
What fragments of moonlight are clearly Emperor Ooze! She stood up abruptly, and the emperor's liquid that happened once in sixty years, accompanied by the moonlight, was the key to the transformation of monsters and the spirits of plants and trees to open up their spiritual wisdom!
After the earth's aura weakened strangely, Di Liuzhi, who had never been seen again, did not expect to be able to live an eye addiction here. She was extremely sorry that this was just a scene recorded in history, and she couldn't bring some back—I really wanted to see what that scumbag of the little green fox looked like after it was transformed.
Huan was also very regretful, "It will be 60 years before we meet again, and I'm already an old woman, can we keep some distilled blood?"
Of course, Lin Luoran has never seen a man in a robe refuse her request. It is said that Emperor Liuzhi cannot be preserved with anything, and she is quite looking forward to seeing the robed man make a move.
The man in the robe waved his hand, and many pink moonlight fragments flew towards him, turning into a string of pink ball necklaces in his hands, with a brighter luster than pearls... and handed it to 尛尛.
Sure enough, in the face of absolute strength, the rules are used to be broken by others - others can easily imprison Di Liuzhi without any external preservation, this is the gap!
The emperor's liquid came down, but it only took a while, and he left contentedly. Lin Luoran had a premonition that she would see the little girl practicing calligraphy again tomorrow.
It was rare for her to fall asleep tonight, and she woke up the next day with the same big rock, but the surrounding scene had changed.
She is in the middle of the mountains.
What the man in the robe taught today was not the word for "mountain", but he thought it was, the word for "lake" was overcomplicated because of its complex components, so he was hurt by overreaching, so the man in the robe had to start from the simple.
Lin Luoran learned the eight characters of wind, rain, thunder, electricity, ice, frost, snow, and fire.
These characters have great power, but Lin Luoran feels that they have a single structure, which is actually much simpler than the word "hu", which is broad and inclusive.
After a long time, she grew taller, and became the thirteen or fourteen-year-old she had seen for the second time. The man in the robe was finally going to teach her the word "mountain". In the past few years, his practice has been like a god's help, and he has already cultivated in the late stage of alchemy. Lin Luoran was surprised by the coincidence, but he was also happy to learn new characters.
The word "mountain" can't be written well anyway, the handwriting is soft and weak, Lin Luoran, a bystander, feels that it looks like a mound, where is a mountain.
Sure enough, there was no progress for a long time, and she was so anxious that she wanted to cry. The man in the robe had no choice but to say to her: "You have to see the essence of the mountain."
"You have to see the mountain for what it is."
Lin Luoran felt that some invisible fog had dissipated, and she seemed to hear some kind of true voice that made people suddenly enlightened.
You have to see the essence of the mountain... Is it the same principle to cultivate the truth, to cultivate the true self, to discard the false and keep the true? Her Lingtai was clear, and she suddenly opened her eyes.