Chapter 896 Shufeng stands silently

  Bring the pen and paper.

   Xu Guangling wrote and wrote, and Gan Congshi stood behind Xu Guangling to watch.

   "Wooden Pan Jing".

   At the beginning of the chapter, Xu Guangling wrote these three big characters.

In fact, it is not too bad to say that it is "chess classic", but as for the name of chess in this world at the end, it depends on how these players in this world are named. In short, Xu Guangling is now handing over the naming rights. .

  Wooden plate... by.

   Seeing these three words, especially the last one, Gan Congshi's eyes widened involuntarily.

  His family has a collection of books, which is basically the most important place in every family apart from the ancestral hall.

   In fact, many aristocratic families have their bookstores built in the ancestral hall, and they have lived with the ancestral hall from generation to generation, enjoying the awe and respect of the children inside and outside the family.

  The ancestral hall represents inheritance. Only the children who are recognized by the family are eligible to enter the ancestral hall to worship.

   Collection of Books Pavilion, representing a further step in the inheritance of bloodline, family children who can enter the ancestral hall to worship, and then show a certain talent in practice, are eligible to enter the Book-collection Pavilion.

When I was a child, in the word of mouth of the great-grandfathers, grandparents, fathers, and even the younger generation, the impression concluded in the heart of Xiao Gancongshi is that the ancestral hall is a mysterious and majestic place, and the library is even more " Holy Land" general existence.

   It is not an exaggeration to say that it is unforgettable and haunted.

   Gan Congshi was nine years old and was brought into the ancestral hall by his father.

  Gan Congshi was thirty-one years old and was brought into the library by his grandfather.

   There are three kinds of books in the library, one is "Jing", the other is "On", and the third is "Said".

  The "Sutra" in the Gan family's library is actually empty, with only the book cover and no content, but the book with "Gan's Practice Sutra" is placed in the most conspicuous central hall.

   That is also a…

   A place to enjoy worship.

   And "On" and "Said", the level descends in turn.

   Not to mention, when he became an adult, Gan Congshi himself contributed a lot of "said" and "on" to the family's library.

   For example, "Dongshan theory", "Annan County landscape theory", and "herbal medicine to help practice theory", "Qi condensing state practice theory" and so on.

   In a trance, Gan Congshi dreamed back to the past.

   Then, returning from a trance to a state of concentration, Gan Congshi did not dare to take a breath, looked at Xu Guangling's hand, and watched the pen in that hand move between the papers.

   "Inside".

  Under the wooden plate, Gan Congshi saw such two words again.

The expression    is unfamiliar to Gan Congshi, there are inner chapters, is there an outer chapter later? Gan Congshi's thoughts were turning, but he just closed it and continued to concentrate on it.

   "The journey of a cultivator does not depart from his way."

   "All true cultivation, all major repairs, do not lose their origin when they are in distress, do not lose their origin when they are smooth, and do not lose their origin when they are dull."

   "This is the Tao."

   "The loser dies."

Looking at the pen tip scribbling such a few lines on the paper, Gan Congshi's eyes widened to the largest, but they shrank instantly, a heart thumped wildly, and even made him feel a blood rushing to his face, unable to stand on his feet. stable.

   Where is this wooden plate scripture!

   This is simply a practice scripture!

   And it is a practice scripture from the hands of Xiaolingzi!

Although Xiao Lingzi and Ling Xiaozi are shouting every day, but firstly, they are close, old and young, and secondly, Xu Guangling is really young, especially in front of Gan Congshi, who is almost two hundred years old. Judging from his age, That's really small.

However, since that day, after the words "Wanfa Zhenjing" came from Xu Guangling's mouth, Gan Congshi has long since inherited Xu Guangling's legacy and enshrined it to a saint he can only look up to. territory.

   And even if you look up high, you can't see a shadow.

   only know its height, but not how high it is. Anyway, high into the sky.

At this moment, the few lines of words that were just written on the paper seemed plain at first glance, but in the eyes of Gan Cong-style who has experienced the world's affairs, "I am familiar with things, and reading people is like reading Sichuan", it is simply shocking. , even more frightening.

  The Journey of a Cultivator...

  All true cultivation...

   That's right, there is no doubt, this is the "sutra"!

   "Sutra" is the reason why Gan Congshi is shocked.

   The reason why he was horrified was that, once, in many not-so-short years, he did not achieve "the journey of a cultivator, not to deviate from his own way."

   And according to the saying of "the loser dies", he doesn't know how many times he has died.

Of course, Gan Congshi also knows that the "death" here does not really refer to death, but a depletion that declines without knowing it, a degeneration that deviates without knowing it, in a sense , which is even scarier than death.

  The cultivator of the capital level, looking at these lines of words on the paper, Gan Congshi's hands actually seeped sweat.

   "condensation".

After slightly curling up and stretching his palms, Gan Congshi saw that two words like this had been added to the paper, and under these two words, what appeared quickly made his heart skip a beat and his tongue was dry. Handwriting:

   "The purpose of condensing qi is called 'condensing'."

   "Water droplets pierce through stones, which is congealing."

   "Soil gathers to form mountains, it is also condensation."

   "The pool of water becomes the sea, which is condensation."

   "The nine-story platform starts from the base of the earth, the wood that hugs it, starts from the tiny end, then goes from the tiny to the gradual, from the gradual to the grand, from the grand to the majestic and majestic, it is a grand view."

  Yes, this is Condensation!

   Gan Cong-style let out a slight but long sigh.

As a person from the past, and even a cultivator who has advanced to the ground level, Gan Congshi looked at the essentials of "condensing qi" as if he had met a close relative and old friend whom he hadn't seen in more than a hundred years. The heart also slowly calmed down.

   This is the road he has traveled!

  When he was a teenager, he was in the family, and that was how he walked through each and every day and night, year after year.

   However, even if he has passed, even if he is already far above the ground level above the Qi Condensation Realm, seeing these few words, Gan Congshi still has an indescribable amazement.

   This is something he cannot say.

   These are the words that no one can say in the family library that has been recorded for generations.

These very brief sentences, these are simply words that have exhausted the purpose of cultivation in the Qi Condensation Realm. They are so appropriate that they cannot be more appropriate, and they are so simple that they cannot be more abbreviated. Looking at them carefully and tasting them carefully, it seems that every word is easier. Must not.

   "This is the 'sutra'!"

   Gan Congshi said silently in his heart.

   This is the purpose of condensing qi, but it is not only the purpose of condensing qi, but can also run through all stages of practice.

   At least, there is no problem running through to his current level of practice.

   Looking at these few lines, Gan Congshi instantly felt that the family's teachings about the younger generation, the teachings condensed and summarized by those generations, seemed to have become scum, lost their taste, and lost their color.

but……

   This is something that only people who have come here can understand and deeply experience.

  Really teach the younger generation, they...

   Will you understand?

   Even if he understands it, will he have all kinds of experiences when he sees these words at this time?

   Gan Cong style does not know.

   But the next moment, Gan Congshi suddenly shook his head and laughed.

   "This is what Xiaolingzi wrote to me."

   "I understand that."

   "He understands me."

   (end of this chapter)