Chapter 1018 Dragon Palace Lock is lonely

   Medicine King Valley.

   It is the end of the year, although the weather is not very cold, but in the morning and evening, the word "clear cold" is still worthy.

Although this place belongs to the category of spiritual land from a mundane point of view, many plants and trees still appear cold and wither, especially some medicinal herbs, whose stems and leaves on the ground are more yellow or withered. .

  If the wind comes, the yellow leaves will fly.

   Exactly, the yellow leaves are all over the ground and the herbs are buried, and a pulse of fresh air surrounds the thatched cottage.

  The owner of Medicine King Valley, Gan Congshi, was not in a thatched cottage or a small thatched hut. He has not lived in a thatched hut nor in a quiet room for a long time.

   Whether it is daily life or practice, he moved it all under the tree.

   A tree that is not too big, one person can easily hug, and in such a season, it completely highlights its difference.

   Not only is one leaf not yet yellow, one leaf is not withered, but the whole body of the tree can't find any leaf with even a little brown and yellow mixed in it.

   That kind of purity, that kind of transparent texture, does not seem to exist in reality at all, only in dreams.

  No, there is no such thing in a dream!

  Xiaolingzi said it was a spiritual tree.

   But in the Congnian mind, this is not the Spirit, but the Holy.

  Holy Tree!

  Gan Congshi didn't know if it was his own delusion, he always thought that this tree could talk, and this feeling had been there from the first day Xiaolingzi made this tree.

   doesn't actually speak.

   But when he came to the vicinity of the tree, or leaned against the tree, he would always have a very strange feeling, and then, as long as he stayed here, all kinds of thoughts and feelings would flood in.

   about spiritual practice.

   about herbs.

   It was as if there was a voice whispering something, often, he would hear it when he was inadvertent, but if he listened intently and intently, he would not.

besides.

   Whenever he stays here, he will feel very "dirty" on his body, as if from head to toe, even every pore is dirty.

   This seems like a bit of a shame.

   But it’s not.

  The Gan Cong style is just a little shame, but more, it is happy and excited.

  Because every day he stayed under the tree, he felt that the dirt on his body disappeared a little bit. This feeling is not even vague, but very clear and obvious!

   This daily positive and "clean" experience is so intoxicating.

   So, Gan Cong style is totally addictive.

  These days, except for what he has to do, he never leaves the valley. Most of the time every day, no matter day or night, he stays under the tree.

   In the morning, take a bath.

  Noon, take a bath.

   In the evening, take a bath.

   After sitting in meditation, take a bath. After taking a bath, practice. After practicing, take a bath. After taking a bath, you can sit under a tree and rest in peace.

   Bath three times a day.

   The feeling of being clean inside and outside the body and mind makes Gan Congshi look very different these days, and is more and more similar to the so-called "Holy Son". The only problem, of course, is that the Son is slightly older.

   The body is shaped like a crane, the cloud is in the blue sky and the water is in the bottle.

  Gan Congshi wasn't fat at first, but he wasn't as thin as Crane, but his temperament really became more and more relaxed.

   At this time, it is morning.

  The sun shines through the surrounding mountains, shines in the Valley of the King of Medicine, shines on the holy tree, and shines on Gan Congshi's body.

Under the big tree, there is a straw mat on which the Gan Cong style sits cross-legged, a wooden coffee table is placed in front of the knees, and a tea set is placed on one side of the coffee table. This was made by Xiaolingzi during this period of time. It was originally only for his own use. It looked good, so I grabbed it and asked Xiaolingzi to make another set by himself.

   But Gan Congshi was not drinking tea at the moment, but was reading with a thin booklet.

   The second round of the Road to Blue Clouds!

   It was delivered from Sihaimen.

Gan Congshi is confident, and even thinks that he has seen through some truths of the author of "Xu Tonghui", the author of The Road to the Clouds, so although he also has great expectations for this second round, he can still hold his breath. , and being irritable is not in line with the mentality he has cultivated these days.

  So, after sending the visitor away and returning to the holy tree, Gan Cong Shi and even a good fist fight, just sat down a few times and slowly opened the booklet.

   Last time, I talked about Condensing Qi Powder. This time, it should be the gentleman who refined the Condensing Qi Powder, right?

   Moreover, it must be directly related to that tree!

  Thinking of this, Gan Congshi raised his head slightly and looked at the tree at the top.

   Skytree, huh.

   He admits that the Tongtian Tree is good, excellent, just from the description in Qingyun Road, it is very good, but his holy tree may not be so bad!

   This is also the babel tree, his babel tree!

   But contrary to Gan Congshi's expectations, the beginning of this second round was not about condensing Qi and dispersing, but Leng Qingyun's question about how people can live for tens of thousands of years.

  It is not surprising that a child would ask this question, because ordinary people have only one hundred or ten lifespans, so they are common practitioners, and at most they are no more than one hundred and eighty years old. After 200 years, it is a hurdle, because it must be more than enlightened.

   Not to mention, thousands, thousands.

   is the one who is willing to conform to oneself. Why did you ever think that the lifespan of a cultivator would be tens of thousands? He has never seen thousands of them, just heard about them!

   "The earth and the sky are long, and the great road does not count years."

   And in the second round of the road to the blue sky, the gentleman said so.

   Seeing this, Gan Congshi was immediately at a loss.

   As for the number of lifespan and age, no one knows better than an old man, and he is an old man who has deeply experienced and felt the limit of this life because of the stagnation of practice!

   That feeling is gone now.

   But that kind of experience has long been deeply imprinted in the bones, and Gan Congshi will never forget it!

During those long days, Gan Congshi did not know how many times he sighed and regretted, regretting that he had wasted too much time in childhood, youth, and middle age, and his thoughts were too messy, messy, and scattered. Consumed in too many unknown places!

  Idiot!

   The number one idiot in the world!

  Thanks to the family up and down, inside and outside the family, many people have always said that he is smart.

   Fucking smart!

   In fact, reason also tells Gan Congshi that he has done a good job, which is not bad. There are many things in this world that cannot be done by oneself, and are subject to various external influences and constraints.

   No matter how well he does, just from the results, it may not be much better than he is now.

   Because the results are mostly the same.

   That is to break through to the ground-level Qi-entraining realm, and then it has been stagnant in the Qi-entraining realm!

   But reason is reason.

  Rationality is real. It is also real and even more real that the practice has come to a standstill and then feels that the limit is approaching and approaching step by step. Therefore, the Gan Cong style cannot do without sighing or regret.

  Before, those who were.

   If you work harder, if you concentrate more.

  The result, will it be different?

   It may be small, but what if? That might always be there, right? No matter how small, there is!

  Therefore, with another chance, the willingness to follow is actually a whole-hearted way of immersing oneself to practice wholeheartedly!

   As long as there is any impetuousness and confusion, he can't forgive himself!

   That's why, even though he was very emotional about the question of lifespan in the story, Gan Congshi was only slightly emotional and dazed for a while. Soon, he let go of this part and continued to look down.

   And the content of this short paragraph, like the rain falling on the desert, quickly disappeared without a trace, and there is no trace of Yu Gancong's heart.

   Today, old man, is no longer that old age!

   All sighs, all emotions.

  Go to rest!

  Go to rest!

  Wait and go 100,000 miles, we will meet again in a hundred thousand years!

   The old man is currently aiming at Lingxiao.

   Yes, as the name of this script says, the road to the blue sky!

  The old man just wants to walk in the clouds, walk in the clouds.

   Everything else.

  Go to rest!

   (end of this chapter)