Bao Ma is rich in the realm of self-cultivation

Chapter 907 The Lonely and Brilliant Way of Self ([-])
Hu Qing, who was in retreat, started thinking about the "meaning of life", but he still couldn't figure it out.If she could think through this ancient issue, she would be no ordinary person but a great philosopher.

Puzzled, Hu Qing couldn't help but look back at his life, the short life before he came to this world.In just a few decades, we have experienced the peaceful era, the end of the world and time travel, which can be described as wonderful.Looking back now, the most fulfilling time is when I was young and studying.

The age of eagerly absorbing knowledge is the real golden age. There are everything in books, such as subject knowledge, history and humanities, principles of life, ideals and dreams. Her skin is formed from the combination of her parents, but her thoughts, her soul, her "Being human" in the true sense was formed at that time.

Even though I thought my childhood and youth were lonely and lonely at that time, but looking back at this time, there is only beauty left.

So, what makes me remember those good times, and what keeps my soul warm?
Hu Qing's brows are bright, her expression is soft, and the smile at the corner of her mouth overflows with inner satisfaction. She slowly opens her eyes, and the rich spiritual power around her also feels her joy. her body.

Surprised the silk cloth who was about to cheat: Oh, can you absorb spiritual energy by yourself?It's really strange.

At the same time, the huge body of the spirit boat sank to the ground and stopped.

The ancient cemetery has arrived.

"Congratulations, I have finally broken through." Silk Bu's voice was also full of joy: "Looking at you like this, have you found your own way?"

The ease emanating from the soul must have made a big breakthrough.

"Yeah." Hu Qing said, "Xiao Bu, everyone said he was lonely."

Silk cloth: "Yes, it is lonely to pursue the Dao."

Hu laughed lightly: "Since I'm alone, then what I do is actually none of other people's business, right? Everyone goes their own way, and no one recognizes it is the most normal and common state of a monk."

Silk cloth: I seem to understand, but I don't seem to understand.What you said seems to be right, but there seems to be something wrong.

Hu chuckled lightly and said, "A thousand people have a thousand Taos, 1 people have 1 Taos, there are tens of thousands of Taos, and it doesn't really matter if there is one more."

Silk cloth: "Huh?"

Hu Qing: "Since the way of heaven can tolerate me, it has recognized me."

Silk cloth said: "This is a little embarrassing."

Hu Qing: "In short, I figured it out. In fact, God gave me a hint a long time ago. Since it didn't kill me, it just let me live according to my heart. How can I be so small as dust? Woolen cloth?"

The more silk cloth heard, the more wrong it became. No matter how you listen to these words, there is a sense of fart pride: I am just a fart, so I will let it go.

The master he was looking for must have some brain problems.

He thought about it for a while, trying to describe his understanding: "So, you have realized one thing——the way of life?"

Hu Qing: "Xiao Bu, Xiao Bu, if you weren't mine, I would really beat you to death."

"What kind of Tao is it?" Silk Bu asked directly, tired of guessing.

Hu Qing: "The broad road to socialism."

What?
What is this?
"Hahaha——" Hu laughed lightly, his chest was agitated, and he shouted loudly: "It's the way of myself."

Among all living beings, there is nothing special about me, but I am also different, and the world is changeable. I wish I could still be me.

"Have you had enough of yourself? Come out when you've had enough. The ancient cemetery is here."

Hu Qing took a look, and saw that it was Chanming with a straight face outside the barrier.

"The timing is really accurate, and we just arrived at the ancient cemetery. Yu Liuya is still thinking about how to delay the time for you." Chanming closed the barrier, watched her come out, puzzled: "The cultivation level hasn't changed?"

Hu Qing was stunned for a moment: "I haven't made a breakthrough in my cultivation, I just have a feeling in my heart and figured out some things."

"Oh, what have you figured out?" Chanming was a little interested.

Hu Qing shrugged his shoulders: "I figured it out, I'm just an ordinary person, an insignificant grain of sand. Heaven and earth tolerate me, so I'll just be myself happily."

Chanming smiled: "Open-minded, humble. Not bad."

Hu Qing: "Father, what I want to express is to be myself."

It's personality, it's character.

Chanming smiled and said: "Follow the trend, seem to follow the tide, but it is actually great wisdom. Not all gravel can be polished into gold, and not all gravel can only sink to the bottom of the water."

Hu Qingmo, others are gold and I am sand.Just sand, she doesn't need to prove to anyone that she is Jin.

"By the way, Dad, I'm looking for you to exchange some good things that can be used by spiritual pets. If you don't have any, can you ask me? I'll use the things the demons gave me in exchange."

Chanming's mouth twitched, and he led her to the small inner room. When he came out of the door, Chanming took a skillful step to the side, and Hu Qing was almost tripped.

Brother Pingtou squatted and his eyes drifted away, not knowing where his mind was wandering.

Seeing that Hu Qing didn't interrupt him, he picked it up and put it on his shoulder, signaling Chan Ming to continue walking.

It is rare to see such a master and spiritual pet as Chanming Xindao.

Arriving in the small inner room, Hu Qing looked in surprise at the child who was sleeping on his side and hugged into a ball inside the barrier.

A naked little boy.

Because of her sleeping position, she saw it at a glance—ahem.

"You should at least cover him with a quilt." Hu Qing's eyes widened in disbelief: "This-he-he-he-me-me-"

Chan Ming was slightly complacent: "I owe me a transformation pill, and three hundred high-grade spirit stones."

The little thing absorbs spiritual power so hard that he is reluctant to part with it.

Hu Qing was overjoyed: "No problem, don't talk about a Transformation Pill and a high-grade spirit stone, you gave me such a big surprise, it's for you—" The old man almost blurted out, so he changed his words: "Morning and dusk will save you!" I am willing."

Morning and evening meditation is not popular in the world of comprehension, and Chan Ming thought that her subtle pause was a way to repay her, which was a beautiful and harmless misunderstanding.

"Your spiritual pet has a unique aptitude. If other spiritual pets use this Transformation Pill, it won't only take this little time. However, other spiritual pets can't use so many spiritual stones."

Hu lightly pursed his lips and smiled: "My son."

Chanming: "He should be fine, but he hasn't woken up yet. Just follow me, the demons and dragons should be here by now."

Hu Qing's complexion changed, and he asked Brother Pingtou to guard Hu Huahua, and went out with the sound of frailty.

He said at the same time: "Father, how rare is the transformation pill. I'm really embarrassed that you just took it out for your grandson."

Chanming: "Use it when you use it, don't be hypocritical, and return me a new one in the future."

But he said in his heart that if he didn't use it again, it would expire, and he could get a favor for Hu Huahua if he used it, and it wasn't cheap for outsiders.

"When I was retreating, what happened to the dragons and demons?"

"No one with us."

Hu lightly raised his eyebrows, it meant that there was movement elsewhere.

"There are some movements inside the demon clan and the demon clan. You know, demons and demons have the method of inheriting memory by blood."

Hu Qing nodded, Hu Huahua had said about this, but the price to be paid for sealing the memory into the blood of the clan was very high.Hu Huahua couldn't do it.

"So there are some ancient things, the demon race and the demon race know more than we do."

(End of this chapter)