One step forward is heaven, one step back is hell.
These are the two different results of climbing the Heavenly Dao and the different feelings brought by the different results.
Some people may find it strange that since climbing the Heavenly Path is so difficult, why not just quit when it is difficult to make a decision? If it doesn't work this time, try it next time. If it doesn't work next time, try it again the next time.
This time I ask you to cut off your love affairs, next time maybe I just ask you to cut off your hair and hemorrhoids - it's much more acceptable than becoming a stone man with a heart as pure as ice and jade, right
If it were really that easy, why would so many people lament the difficulty of the way of heaven
You can climb whenever you want. How can there be such a thing as the 'critical point of breakthrough' that people often talk about
When will I break through? Whether there is a chance of a breakthrough or not is a kind of intuition, a kind of perception. There are people who have practiced hard all their lives and suddenly realized something before they died. They sat on the wall and meditated, and climbed to the Heavenly Dao realm overnight. There are also young children who entered the Heavenly Dao realm without knowing it. Of course, that kind of situation is rare and is a special case.
There are also very few warriors like Ye Wenrou who have already started to climb the Heavenly Dao at such a young age. Most of them start to take this step in their middle-aged and prime years at the age of thirty-four. Because warriors in that period have enough knowledge and accumulation, and both their mental state and physical condition are at their peak. All basic conditions are prepared to the best, and then when the opportunity comes, they take this step steadily, and the chance of success will be greater.
If the climb fails, not only will you not enter the realm of Heavenly Dao, but you will be hurt by Heavenly Dao instead. That would be a loss.
This is also the reason why the Ye family attaches so much importance to Ye Wenrou's retreat and breakthrough, because no one is willing to bear the loss of failure.
Even if Ye Wenrou doesn't climb to heaven at this time, she is at least a strong person in the Dao Dao period. With her talent and talent, it is a foregone conclusion that she will enter the Heaven Dao realm in time.
However, if the climb fails, the Ye family will not only fail to gain a master of the Heavenly Dao Realm, but will lose a master of the Asking Dao Realm - masters of the Asking Dao Realm are easy to find, but masters of the Asking Dao Realm who are so young and have such excellent qualifications are hard to find.
"I can't kill you----I can't kill you-----" Ye Wenrou's body rolled on the stone slabs, her hands desperately holding her head, wishing she could pull her head off her neck.
She couldn't kill Fang Yan, she couldn't bear to cut off her love for him----
With one strike of the sword, love will be forgotten for life.
Otherwise, she would suffer even more severe backlash from the Heavenly Dao.
It was so painful, I felt like my head was going to explode.
Countless images were spinning in his mind, countless voices were shouting beside his ears, and a huge amount of information like the sea was rushing into his brain.
She is going crazy!
Ye Wenrou's body began to sweat continuously, secreting large amounts of sweat.
Once the water in the body is completely eliminated, smoke will begin to come out.
The smoke first dried her clothes, then her body, and then burned her entire body red - just like a shrimp.
When Fang Yan pushed open the stone door and rushed in, he saw white smoke billowing out of the room. The entire stone room was shrouded in smoke.
"Ye Wenrou----" Fang Yan shouted.
The stone chamber was not big, and the thick smoke could hardly obscure his sharp eyes.
He heard the sound of rolling on the floor, and rushed over to pick up Ye Wenrou.
"Ye Wenrou-----" Fang Yan's palm touched Ye Wenrou's body, and he felt a burn.
It’s like hugging a little sun. How many degrees is it
Even so, Fang Yan still couldn't bear to put Ye Wenrou's body back on the floor----
"Ye Wenrou-----" Fang Yan called out Ye Wenrou's name loudly. "Ye Wenrou, wake up quickly----where do you feel uncomfortable?"
Her mind was foggy and she was gradually losing her self-awareness.
She just kept shouting "I can't kill you" and "I can't kill you" to strengthen her beliefs, because she was worried that she would fall into "chaos" and her behavior would no longer be under her control.
Her eyes became heavier and heavier, her head became heavier and heavier, and she felt like she was about to die. Because she was being strangled by the evil spirit transformed by Fang Yan, her throat was dry and hot, and she was almost unable to breathe.
While she was fuzzy, she heard Fang Yan's voice.
"Fang Yan-----" Ye Wenrou called out.
Her voice was hoarse, and blood oozed out when she spoke. Her mouth was full of blood, which flowed out from the corners of her mouth, which looked shocking.
"Ye Wenrou----Ye Wenrou, you will be fine-----" Fang Yan hugged Ye Wenrou tightly, wanting her to feel his strength, wanting her to know that he was with her.
Fang Yan placed one hand on Ye Wenrou's back, wanting to transfer the internal energy in his body into hers, gathering the strength of both of them to overcome this difficulty together.
However, as soon as the true energy in his palm was released and touched her body, it was pushed out by an incomparably powerful force.
It didn't stop there after squeezing out all the strength that Fang Yan had exerted, it even wanted to attack Fang Yan's body along his palm - like a blood-sucking worm that wanted to occupy Fang Yan's body.
Ye Wenrou is now like a living mountain in its active period, with raging waves and raging flames in her body.
Her body forms a self-circulation, an independent microcosm.
If there is no external force involved, it will continue to maintain this state, the temperature will become higher and higher, the waves will become bigger and bigger, or it may gradually go out and die out by itself.
If there is any external force involved, it will become irritable and restless. It will turn into a ferocious monster, roaring with bared teeth, and devour all enemies who attempt to offend it.
Fang Yan's palm was bounced away, and his palm felt burning with pain.
"Ye Wenrou----" Fang Yan exclaimed. He didn't dare to try again easily, because if he was not careful, the force he introduced into Ye Wenrou's body might be the spark that caused the volcano to erupt.
What would Ye Wenrou look like after the volcanic eruption? Fang Yan couldn't imagine.
Ye Wenrou lay weakly in Fang Yan's arms. Because of the constant bleeding in her mouth, even speaking was difficult to achieve.
She could only hug Fang Yan tightly, and use her hot arms that had been burned to purple to hug Fang Yan's waist.
"Even if I die----" Ye Wenrou thought to herself: "There will be fewer regrets----"
As she thought of this, the pain on Ye Wenrou's face eased a lot, and her body, which had been struggling and twisting desperately, calmed down a lot.
"Ye Wenrou, you will be fine. I won't let anything happen to you." Fang Yan said in a sad and angry voice, with a determined look in his eyes. "Nothing can defeat me. Just hold on for a while. Give me some time."
Yes, Fang Yan needs time.
It was difficult to calm the turmoil in her internal organs with Tai Chi energy, and ordinary medical skills and drugs certainly could not reduce her fever - it was too late to spend a large sum of money to hire that greedy medical idiot.
what to do
How should we deal with it
"Dead wood comes back to life-----" An idea flashed through Fang Yan's mind, and he suddenly thought of the Taoist skill 'Dead wood comes back to life' that the old Taoist priest had performed in front of him.
Even rotten wood can be revived. It shouldn't be difficult to restore Ye Wenrou, who is trapped in the devil's way, to normal.
However, the old Taoist priest is on Mount Xixia - or possibly somewhere else -
That old guy was elusive and didn't like to use high-tech communication tools. Even if he could be found, it would probably take a few days. Given Ye Wenrou's current physical condition, even if her physique was countless times better than that of an ordinary person, she probably wouldn't last more than two hours.
What can Fang Yan do in two hours
He wanted to use the "Dead Tree Resurrection" to cure Ye Wenrou, to calm her inner anger, and to drive away her inner demons - but he didn't know how.
He only understood the first stage of "dead wood", but how did he achieve the second stage of "spring"? How could he regain his vitality when he had already lost his life
Fang Yan felt extremely guilty.
If he had worked harder, if he had not been troubled by so many worldly matters, if he could have devoted himself to martial arts and Taoism, if he could have stayed with the old Taoist priest and learned more - perhaps he would have realized the meaning of "withered wood coming back to life". In that case, he could have saved Ye Wenrou -
"Why didn't you do that?" Fang Yan wanted to slap himself dozens of times.
Ye Wenrou's body was getting hotter and hotter. The black training suit she was wearing began to wrinkle and crack due to the loss of moisture.
Even so, her hands were still tightly holding Fang Yan's waist, with no intention of loosening.
Her breathing became weaker and weaker. Fang Yan placed his hand on Ye Wenrou's chest—it was difficult to even feel her heartbeat.
"Ye Wenrou-----" Fang Yan roared hoarsely.
Watching the woman I love most die in my arms, but being unable to do anything, this is more difficult to accept than being pierced by thousands of arrows.
"Fang Yan, you idiot, stop pulling my braids----"
"Fang Yan, you bastard, how dare you pick the plum blossoms I planted-----"
"Fang Yan, get up! Stop lying on the ground pretending to be dead-----"
"Fang Huohuo, I'm going to kill you----"
"Fang Yan-----"
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Fang Yan's eyes were bloodshot and tears were rolling down his cheeks.
Tears dripped down Ye Wenrou's face. Ye Wenrou's eyelids moved with difficulty, but she still couldn't open her eyes to see----
"Ye Wenrou-----" Fang Yan gritted his teeth and said, "You can't die------You said you would kill me 126 times, but you haven't done it yet----So you can't die-----"
Fang Yan picked up Ye Wenrou's body and laid her on the stone bed, then placed his palm flat on Ye Wenrou's belly button.
Move mountains!
Fang Yan wanted to move the volcano in Ye Wenrou's body into his own body.
Since the volcano needs to erupt, let it erupt inside your own body. (To be continued)