Now and then, there is rain in the clouds, and the mountain stream is hung, and the old people come.
The raindrops fell to the ground, hitting the rocks, making a pleasant sound, but the rain was anxious, and under the dense dense, the music was messed up, but it was a little upset.
Fortunately, there was wind, and the rain was blowing, which dilutes the confusion and played the mighty power of the world of rain and mountains!
In the wind and rain, a white dress appeared on the top of Hengyun Mountain. Under the sound of raindrops, in the wind and bullets, stood silently on the top of the mountain, looking at the excited old man on the stone platform in front of him.
He didn't stop the rain from getting wet on his clothes, he didn't deliberately didn't want the rain to get on his body like when he called for the rain, Wang Lin just stood silently in the rain like that.
Let the rain wet the clothes, the coolness spread into the body, and the white hair is wet, but in Wang Lin, there seems to be no even a little bit of embarrassment. Some, there is only one scene that is extremely natural, just like Wang Lin. It's this mountain, this place, this grass and trees.
With a smile on Wang Lin's face, he looked at the old man on the stone platform.
"Master!!" The old man stood up and knelt there in excitement. The rain fell on his face, running down the corner of his eyes, and he couldn't tell the difference.
After eight hundred years, Wang Lin returned to Qingling Star again, returned to the place where he had searched for the path, and saw the named disciple he had accepted that year.
Xie Qing, for Wang Lin's life, is just a flashing picture, but it is precisely because of the existence of this person that Wang Lin's mood at the time was complete.
As a result, there was a trace of cause and effect, which moved him to accept disciples.
Even Wang Lin did not expect that the disciple created by a trace of cause and effect before this time would sit on the Hengyun Mountain of the Green Spirit Star for 800 years.
In the eight hundred years, Xie Qing realized the artistic conception Wang Lin gave him. In that silent pursuit and thinking, with the wisdom of being a layman's master, his cultivation can be described as leaps and bounds!
It's just that Xie Qing has not practiced any exercises or supernatural powers. The path he cultivated is very different from all the monks in the world, and even Wang Lin!
What Wang Lin cultivated is the fusion of Tao and supernatural powers, and slowly perceives the artistic conception of the great road with supernatural powers.
And Xie Qing completely gave up his supernatural powers and only cultivated artistic conception!
At this moment, Xie Qing's body is extremely fragile, and a flying sword is enough to kill him. His body seems to be on the verge of exhaustion, but his vitality is majestic, making his life immortal!
Although his physical body is fragile, the eight hundred years of insight has made Xie Qing's artistic conception surpass all that an ordinary monk can cultivate for eight hundred years!
In terms of artistic conception and Taoism, even the monk Peeping Nirvana in front of Xie Qing can't match it! His artistic conception has already pointed directly at Jingni, reaching the point of first glancing at the rules!
This is a practice method that does not exist in the world. It is the same as the extreme body refining of the ancient gods, Xie Qing, only cultivates artistic conception!
Even in Xie Qing's body, there was no Yuanshen, no Yuanying, all the inner gods that cultivators should exist, he didn't have all of them. Yes, only the majestic soul filled with vitality!
Even Xie Qing himself couldn't tell the reason. He didn't know all the methods of cultivation, so he could only quietly understand for eight hundred years in the insight that Wang Lin gave.
"Soul cultivating..." Wang Lin looked at Xie Qing and was silent.
"The cultivator, dreams of becoming immortal, eternal life... Cultivator, looking for the true self, free and easy outside the world... The cultivator, confirms the origin, oneself is the Tao... And the soul cultivator... The soul is the life, the master of heaven and earth!"
Wang Lin looked at the rain falling from the sky, the raindrops hit his face, a bit cold, and slowly spoke.
Xie Qing knelt on the stone platform with a look of confusion and ignorance. Perhaps the rain was getting bigger and falling on him. The wet clothes were uncomfortable against his body. Xie Qing subconsciously raised his right hand in confusion, condensing him. A small spell for self-understanding.
Following the imprint of his right hand, the world changed suddenly, but the rain changed its direction on the top of Hengyun Mountain, as if it was moved away, falling to the surroundings.
Wang Lin shook his head and said softly: "You still haven't completely given up all magical powers..."
"Xie Qing, look at this mountain, it has prevented the rain from coming when it grows... You looked at the river and the sea, but when the rain fell, you have the slightest sense of rejection... Look at this grass and wood, everything Everything, except me and the spirit of all things, is there anyone to stop the rain from coming?"
"Since you have cultivated your soul, what a pity this skin bag, Taoism has a saying, return to the simple and true. There are really too few people in the world who can truly understand... A word... But after experiencing the past, when I returned to Luo Tian, I had an epiphany... Going back to simplicity is to integrate oneself into this vegetation, one mountain and one river, and get rid of the limitations of all souls. Become a part of this world... This is the return to simplicity!"
Xie Qing's body shook, as if faintly understood something.
Wang Lin lifted his right hand and waved forward, and the little Xie Qing's magic instantly dissipated, the rain was no longer blocked, and it fell again, showering with clouds.
"If you think of yourself as a part of this world, if you incarnate into the sky and become the earth, this rain is actually like your invisible blood, why stop them... wind, rain, snow, thunder, etc. Natural things, you are them, they are also you, where did they come from each other, where did they hinder... Eight hundred years, you still did not fully understand the good fortune I gave you back then... When you can abandon this body and forget it When there is only a ray of soul left with all the spells you have clearly realized, you can go and find me..."
Wang Lin looked at the pensive Xie Qing, raised his right hand and grabbed it towards the sky. Under this grabbing, the color of the world changed, the wind and clouds rolled back, the billowing dark clouds roared, and the rain that filled the small blue spirit star suddenly seemed to cheer. Howling from all directions.
In a blink of an eye, this endless rain is approaching like a sea, and at the top of Hengyun Mountain, they are merged together and turned into a huge rain sword that is about ten thousand feet high!
With a wave of his hand, the rain sword descended from the sky and crashed into the exposed part of the top of Hengyun Mountain. It was about six to seven thousand feet high. It was very far away. You can clearly see the cause. A great sword made of rain!
A mighty might spread out from this rain sword, and while permeating the world, it was scattered in the starry sky from the green spirit star!
At the moment when the rain sword was formed, Wang Lin's right hand was pointing forward, and the ancient star point on the center of his eyebrows suddenly flickered, sending an ancient god's power into it, while the origin of thunder and fire flickered along Wang Lin's eyes. Incorporate into this rain sword!
In this way, this simple sword made of rain contains the origins of the two great masters and the power of Wanglindao’s ancient battles. This momentum has not spread too widely, but it is enough to shock the entire Luos. sky!
"With this sword, there are rare people who dare to offend this star!" Wang Lin's voice was calm, but there was an unquestionable tone. Even with the power of the ethereal realm, facing this sword, I felt the breath on it. Later, I would also hesitate, whether it is worth fighting for a cultivation star to fight the cultivation close to the source... Especially the ancient coercion is even more shocking!
"This sword, when you fully understand it, is a gift for your teacher to start!"
Wang Lin glanced at Xie Qing last, turned around and walked towards the world beyond the mountain, his figure gradually blurred in the falling rain, and gradually disappeared.
Xie Qing silently watched Wang Lin leave, knelt on the ground, and knocked three heads.
In the past and present, there was rain in the clouds, dripping down nine days into a sword, so people are drifting away, and there is rain to send, and there is a child to kneel... There is grace.
On the Green Spirit Star, the Xianxuan tribe had already migrated away, leaving no dust, as if they had never been in the future.
Wang Lin left.
When he returned to Luotian, he had to go to four places and do four things! In the first place right now, the first thing has been done. Walking in the bright Luotian sky, Wang Lin's eyes gradually showed a hint of chill and murder.
"The ancestor of the Xiang family... The matter of the year has come to the end..." Wang Lin flicked his big sleeve, his figure like a shuttle, and went straight to the Xiangjia Cultivation Star, who had lost all his vitality with the Qixi art technique. !
In the starry sky, several hours after Wang Lin left, 30 million miles away from Qingling Star, and within the boundless sea of stars, a team of dozens of monks, led by the first middle-aged man who appeared to be wearing a thunder robe, Benqing Lingxing!
They are the people of the Lei Xian Temple, they are ordered to find the cultivation star that meets the requirements of the ancestor Luo Tian, and form the legendary and powerful Star Damage Seven Tribulations Array!
Qing Lingxing meets this requirement, and after giving him the mandate to force him to relocate, this team of monks is ready to move Qing Lingxing! It's just that the moment they just stepped into the 30 million mile range of Qingling Star, they immediately clearly felt a monstrous sword intent, which filled the sky like rain.
This sword intent was strong enough to collapse the starry sky, the leading middle-aged man wearing thunder robe was hit by this sword intent, his complexion changed drastically, and he spouted a mouthful of blood and rolled back.
The many monks behind him spouted blood almost at the same time, all of them showing a look of horror, all backing away.
It was also when these dozens of monks were horrified and blocked by this sword intent. On the Qingling Star, after Wang Lin left, on the top of Hengyun Mountain, the sky above Xie Qing, who was sitting cross-legged, shuddered and twisted silently. Without interest, one person walked out.
This person is an old man, wearing a Taoist robe, and he is indeed Lu Fuzi!
He did not want to face Wang Lin immediately, so when he felt the rain sword aura, he chose to come quietly after Wang Lin left. He floated in midair, frowning, and was silent for a moment, raising his right hand towards the one who had pierced the mountain. The huge rain sword pointed away.
There was no sound, and when the Lu Fuzi touched the Yu Jian in the air, he immediately shook his body, and his eyes showed a trace of amazement when he raised his head.
"It's this breath!! It's similar to the ancient gods, but completely different. Under this breath, the old man is shocked! In addition... this sword actually has... two origins!!!"