Ding Jing quietly looked at the mountain, the cloud, and the water, and soon frowned deeply.
Gold is heavier than water, and when dropped into water, it sinks to the bottom. Ordinary dry wood is thrown into water and floats on the surface. Clean air rises and floats high in the sky, and turbid air sinks and accumulates as dust.
The operation of all things has its characteristics and laws.
All kinds of original energy of heaven and earth make up everything in the world.
No matter how subtle things are, when they pass through this world, they will definitely leave traces.
Careful hunters can find the footprints of sika deer in the grass, and ignorant but idle children can find the traces of snails crawling on the grass blades in the morning.
The essence of practice is to explore the law of the birth and death of all things, perceive the traces left by the extremely subtle flow of vitality in the world, and realize the lines that can change or guide these trajectories.
What the text and illustrations want to describe is this kind of route, but this kind of freehand fragments directly abandons the words and pictures, and directly describes this kind of route.
These are different means of expression.
It's just that compared with those described in the text, the freehand scroll itself is like a talisman, a magic circle, because the ink lines in it are themselves runes that can change and guide the vitality of the world.
Most of the practice methods are the same, and many routes have rules.
Therefore, many advanced practitioners draw inferences from one instance, and use the rules of many practice catalogs and runes to comprehend the unknown trajectory.
And even if these realms have been able to draw inferences from one instance, powerful practitioners who feel familiar with certain lines spontaneously, when reading such scriptures for comprehension, the first thing to do is to find a starting point.
Look for the first stroke of the practitioner who left this scripture.
Narrating the truth, speaking will also have a sequence. According to the narrative thinking of the practitioner who left this scripture, it will naturally be easier to understand the practice method implied in it.
Ding Ning, however, was different.
Ding Ning directly started with "meaning".
Whether it is based on his understanding of practitioners who have practiced the method of true essence cultivation in the fragments of freehand scrolls, or from the aura he felt when he walked into the ink garden at the first step, this fragmentary fragment of freehand scrolls is of great importance in the practice of true essence Comprehension, there is a big gap from the nine dead silkworms.
So he doesn't need to waste time studying the true essence cultivation methods in the fragments of Xieyi, he just needs to get some useful means of fighting enemies in it - swordsmanship and talisman!
So he only needs to distinguish first, those with sword intent in these ink marks represent the sword marks, and which runes with drastic changes and reversal of the vitality of the world are the runes used against the enemy.
This is difficult for others, or difficult to do at all, but it is not difficult for Ding Ning.
What made him frown deeply at this moment was that the most intense sword intent on this picture scroll stopped abruptly at the edge of the incomplete paper.
The ink lines that had just risen disappeared in the broken place.
In other words, the most valuable part of this painting to him is in the broken upper right corner.
So what is missing in the upper right corner is not just a corner of the Danshan Mountain, not just a section of the tail of the river, but there should be something more important on the side of the Danshan Mountain.
Ding Ning knew that it should be a star, or a cold moon.
Because he knew that someone from the Zhou family had used that kind of sword intent before, so this fragment of freehand scroll should not have been damaged to such an extent. Certain parts of that corner should have been deliberately dug out by the person from the Zhou family.
It is this missing place that is the real purpose of his coming here this time.
He took a deep breath, and removed all the remaining ink lines in his eyes, leaving only the ink lines with strong sword intent and related to the incomplete part in his eyes.
Time passed slowly, and he memorized all these ink lines, then took his eyes away from the picture scroll, and turned around slowly.
More than half an hour had passed, Xie Changsheng and the others still couldn't see any way out, and they still felt a little dizzy after looking at the painting for only a few breaths.
At this time, when Ding Ning moved his body, they immediately reacted.
"what you do?"
Xie Changsheng looked at Ding Ning who turned around in puzzlement: "Have you finished reading? Can't tell, or?"
Ding Ning glanced at him and said, "I'm a little confused, I'll just sit outside and think about it."
Zhou Xinyi has been observing Ding Ning's expression. Seeing Ding Ning's deep frown just now, he thought that Ding Ning couldn't see anything at all, and now he was a little irritable and needed to calm down.
So he said coldly in his heart: "So please do it yourself."
"Don't waste your time, watch slowly, I'll be back later."
After Ding Ning confessed, he walked out of this ancient palace.
He only took a few steps on the road outside the ancient temple, and then he raised his head to feel the trajectory of the vitality of the heaven and earth in the ink garden.
"Sure enough."
The corners of his mouth turned upwards slightly, showing a hint of sarcasm, "You really are not dead yet."
When the Zhou family built the ink garden, they also integrated their understanding of the fragments of freehand scrolls into it, but most of the understanding was not really thorough, or there were deviations, so the entire ink garden did not become an extremely powerful method. array.
But maybe many years later, the natural atmosphere of the freehand scrolls can make slight changes in some of the scenery in the ink garden. Those Zhou family members who have enough understanding of this freehand fragment can feel their own mistakes, make some corrections to their mistakes, and at the same time realize more truths.
This is an effective, but stupid, and lengthy method of comprehension.
But in the case of reaching the limit, it is also the only way to make further progress.
But now, feeling the meaning of the entire ink garden, in Ding Ning's perception, most of it is still full of mistakes.
Practitioners of the Zhou family for many generations have only comprehended the fragments of freehand brushwork.
However, in a corner of the ink garden, there is a place with the strongest aura, which is an arc-shaped courtyard.
So even though many parts of the fragmented freehand scroll could not be understood, or were misunderstood, someone from the Zhou family just happened to understand the part with the strongest sword intent on the fragmentary freehand scroll.
And at this moment, the courtyard that coincides with the place with the strongest sword intent on the picture scroll has a more powerful aura than that on the picture scroll.
So the Zhou family realized that the person on the fragment was still alive.
Most of the missing parts on the fragments were dug up by him.
At this time, that person was living in that courtyard.
"So many people have died without even leaving a trace, but you are still alive..."
The sarcasm in Ding Ning's heart became more and more intense, but his face slowly returned to calm.
He even stared at the courtyard for a moment, then he turned around slowly and started walking back to the ancient palace where the scroll was sealed.
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Xie Changsheng felt the breeze disturbing behind him, before he could turn his head, Ding Ning had already walked to his side.
"What did you see, did you realize anything?"
He couldn't help asking Ding Ning softly.
Ding Ning looked at him calmly, did not answer his question, but asked instead: "What did you see?"
"I can't see it at all." Xie Changsheng said annoyedly: "After watching for so long, I can barely see two balls of ink, which seem to be two mountains."
"You can only see these two mountains, so you can only see these two mountains." Ding Ning gave him a cold look, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "You can't even see two mountains." Clearly, why are you greedy to look at other things?"
Xie Changsheng was taken aback for a moment.
Ding Ning went on to say: "There are too many mountains on both sides. If you feel that you can see more clearly on the two mountains, just look at that place."
"This is a master who surpasses most of the current masters. Even if you are the current master... Do you think you can see the whole situation?" After saying this, Ding Ning stretched out his right hand, placed it in front of Xie Changsheng, and slowly moved past.
His right hand covered Xie Changsheng's eyes, but there was a small gap between the index finger and middle finger.
With the movement of his palm, only small sections of ink lines fell into Xie Changsheng's pupils through this gap.
Xie Changsheng couldn't feel the incomparably subtle and subtle changes in Qi between Ding Ning's palms and fingers at all, but he finally took advantage of this to see several ink lines clearly, several ink lines with a very "feeling".
His breathing stopped completely, and when Ding Ning's palm disappeared before his eyes, he suddenly narrowed his eyes subconsciously, put his palm in front of him, and moved slowly.
Ding Ning walked towards Zhang Yi beside him.
Zhang Yi was the one who frowned the most at the moment.
"Senior brother, what is your difficulty?" Ding Ning asked softly.
Zhang Yi was startled, and then realized that it was Ding Ning, and then said in a solemn and frowning voice: "I take the simplest point of view, the simplest part of this painting is at the top, the lines are very sparse, like a few white clouds, but The faint lines of these white clouds are extremely difficult to understand. I can clearly feel the true meaning, but I can’t feel what it is... This day is obviously not enough. If I have a few months, I may realize something.”
Ding Ning calmly looked forward, he also looked at the few white clouds, and said seriously: "Brother, you are indeed very talented, and you have already realized something... It's just that I think these few white clouds are just tangible, and the bottom is light but there is water, the light line Although it is flat, it seems to have the intention of going down, as if the cloud will turn into rain."
Zhang Yi's body trembled suddenly, but she never dared to take her eyes off those white clouds.
Following Ding Ning's narration, as a result of his thoughts, those white clouds seemed to flow, and they really turned into raindrops in his eyes!