martial arts mythology system

Chapter 427
The star river turns extremely, and the four seasons are bright and clean.

There is no wind and rain in the world, only the snow mountains of heaven and earth.

Han Feng stood in the middle of the boundless snow, with the boundless galaxy above his head, a little dazed.

Myself... where is this?

The memory swirls, when the box is opened.

At the bottom of the box are placed three pieces of tender green tea leaves that linger in color and light.

The inner body can't wait to urge.

Take the tea bowl and pour half a bowl of boiling water into it.

There is everything in the tea.

And drank it down...

I have already been in this snow mountain.

Things change and stars move, as if traveling through time and space.

"Is it... the special effect of Dao Xin Tea?"

"As the name suggests, this place should be a phantasmagoria for asking Dao's heart."

"But...why...my Dao heart is a snow mountain..."

Han Feng muttered to himself, and simply sat down cross-legged.

Surrounded by a vast expanse of white snow, the endless stars in the sky are like a suspension mixed with a hundred thousand dreamy jewels, slowly flowing and dipping into the snow-white earth.

All sounds are silent.

In the cold night, there is loneliness.

When Han Feng felt this kind of loneliness, he began to reflect, is the defect of his body due to loneliness?
I have come from another world, and I have been traveling for a long time, but from the bottom of my heart, I am out of tune with this world.

I have to admit the loneliness that originated from the soul.

But... if you just let yourself reflect in the illusion... all the Dao Xin tea bestowed by Kong Qingtai would be too useless.

Moreover, in the process of Han Feng's thinking, the entire snow mountain remained unchanged...

The illusion is empty and there is no concept of time.

Han Feng's state of mind went from confusion to reflection to irritability... Finally he couldn't bear it anymore.

Standing up, amplified the voice with internal force and shouted:

"Hey! Someone didn't!"

"It's okay if no one comes to a fairy or monster!!"

"Hey!!"

"Come here!"

"Descendants of Dashan!!"

"Come here...hey..."

From shouting loudly to being powerless.

The color of the boundless snow remained unchanged, and even the so-called avalanche did not occur.

Then run with ease...

With Han Feng's current skills, even a few thousand-mile horses would not be able to run him out of exhaustion.

But no matter how long Han Feng ran at full speed with his own skills, the surrounding scenery was still white.

It's not that there is no change, but that it changes and changes. It's all a style.

After running over and over again, Han Feng realized that this was not the way to go, so he stopped again.

Conspiracy theories are starting to stir up trouble again... Xie Lan doesn't look like a bad woman... She won't try to trick me with gifts, will she?

But when he met Dao Xin Cha, the sense of urgency in his body was real... How should I say this?
In the ups and downs of the world, Han Feng thought that he was mature enough, but now in this illusion of snow mountains, he suddenly realized that his heart still needs to be sharpened.

Feeling this, Han Feng's heart sank instead.

Sit down cross-legged again, run the "War God General Volume", and perceive the world with the method of your own mind, body and heavenly heart.

And at this time, there was finally a change.

Tiandi Xingxue is still the same.

There were more whispers in my ears:

"You are a peerless knife without a sheath, but a good knife should be in a sheath."

"People seldom do what they believe is right, they do what is more convenient ... and then regret it."

"It's a world of action, not goofing around."

"The first step in learning to fly is learning to long for the sky."

……

These words are very positive, and the voices of each paragraph come from different people, both men and women, old and young.

But the more he closed his eyes and listened to these voices, the more strange Han Feng felt.

The legendary Qiwu Daoxin tea is to instill chicken soup for the soul?

That would be too out of place...

"The world is a beast in labor, crawling naked under the moonlit night."

The voice in my ear didn't stop for a moment, it was piercing and piercing, and it began to annoy Han Feng.

Whether it's positive energy chicken soup, poisonous chicken soup, or a beacon that guides the direction of life...these things are messy, and it makes people uncomfortable when they are mixed together.

"What...is my Dao heart like this?"

Han Feng became more and more irritable and opened his eyes.

At this moment, all the whispers in my ears disappeared.

Han Feng was stunned for a moment.

It wasn't because the voice in his ears disappeared, but because another self sitting cross-legged appeared in front of him.

His facial features are exactly the same, but he is composed of some kind of blue-purple mixed energy, so he is not a real person at first glance.

Now in front of him, it seems that some kind of information can be discerned through the naked eye.

"It's me?"

At this moment, the self in front of him also opened his eyes.

Looking at him, Han Feng suddenly had a feeling of being seen through, and his heart skipped a beat.

Then he disappeared.

It returned to Han Feng's heart.

Han Feng was silent for a moment...

totally understand.

The so-called Dao Xin...is not learning, but understanding.

I came from a different world, naturally with too many thoughts, such as TV movies I have watched, books and scripts I have read, and musical operas I have heard.

I have never been a firm believer.

I don't even know what I want.

Because from the bottom of my heart, I am at a loss.

Just thinking about those small murmurs just now, all the things I have seen and heard have gathered into my current self, but those information failed to become my own strength, it just made me not know what to do with myself.

Every sentence makes sense, but I can't choose which one is the path I should follow.

When I came out of Qingniu Town, I always took one step at a time. I was at a loss. I fought against the Tianli Sect. I fought with Jun Huaixu’s guidance. I was tricked by Buddhism and went back... I didn’t really want anything at all. thing.

To survive... Frankly speaking, it may be difficult for others, but it is too easy for yourself.

Power over the world?For myself, it is not a lifelong pursuit.

Touching love?Pure friendship?Maybe there are some in this world, but is he really such a person?
Those who do not know what they want... will have no way forward.

I didn't notice it, but I was able to detect it by myself with the Martial God scroll that integrated time martial arts.

That's why it has such a strong demand for Dao Xin Tea.

This is something that can't be changed by simple martial arts training or fog empowerment. This is related to Han Feng, the concept and meaning of the essence of the soul after the name is taken.

When Han Feng understood this, the environment around the snow mountain began to change.

10 years of wind and frost in the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the sea has changed.

Things change for a few degrees in autumn.

The world is dust and smoke.

The starry sky, the vast sea, the wilderness, the clouds... Countless pictures wrap themselves around.

Thousands of emotions in the world flow through my heart.

I am gradually enriched by the principles of the world contained in Daoxin tea.

Han Feng suddenly remembered a sentence he had heard somewhere... Human existence is essentially the accumulation of all experiences.

What I have never experienced, what I have never thought about.

In this moment, there is plenty.

The smoke and waves of Kyushu are vast, and the rise and fall of all generations are confused.

I am just a traveler.

Xuanjian Division, Tianting, Cixin Zen Forest, Martial League... are all experiences.

I have also figured it out, and I don’t need to stick to good and evil, and I don’t need to stick to love and hate... Just do what you want to do.

Han Feng opened his eyes, a black and white feather cloak and long hair like ink and satin on his back were flying against the wind and snow.

At this moment, the emptiness of heaven and earth energy turned into substance and poured into the body.

I am stepping into the second rank.

Han Feng looked at the woman in orange clothes standing in the blue wind and snow in front of him.

"It's you who shaped my Dao Heart realm like this?"

The woman seemed to be extremely cold in the wind and snow, her face and lips were pale.

"I can't do anything...I'm on the snow mountain, I can only find you...help me..."

Han Feng didn't speak.

The surrounding scenery has disappeared like seeing the sight of entering the water.

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He put down his wine glass, raised his hand, and looked at the snow-capped mountains just beside Yuxiong Pass.

The Wuxia Snowy World lost a huge amount of heaven and earth Yuan Qi out of thin air, and the air currents were violent, causing a super large avalanche.

The sky and the earth are white, and the snow dragon roars.

Coming to Yuxiong Pass at the foot of the mountain.

Yuxiongguan dared to build here, of course there is also relying on it. After the army in the city sensed the avalanche, it began to operate at a high speed.

"Open the enchantment!"

"Prepare the Fire Dragon Arrow!"

"Three generals please!"

Standing in the small courtyard, Han Feng stretched out his hand to catch the fine white flowers that fell from the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.

The sound is transmitted to the entire Yuxiong Pass:
"Everyone don't need to panic, take a moment."

With sweet-scented osmanthus between his fingers, Han Feng stood in the city and slowly pushed his palm towards the angry dragon roaring and rushing on the snow mountain.

The second-rank skill that was promoted quietly spread out.

"The Peerless Juan of the Past and the Heart of Dao and the Wind and Snow in the World".

This trick is just now created.

Afterwards, the soldiers and civilians who had just been mobilized in the city saw the terrifying snow tide engulfing the mountains above the snow-capped mountains outside the city, as if being fiddled with by the hands of the gods, or as if they had hit an invisible barrier-stopped.

Then, most of the snow waves rolled back and returned to the boundless snow mountain.

A small part of it blows to the sky above Yuxiong Pass, and turns into heavy snow falling.

Heaven and earth poured a cup and poured down a pot of ice Baiqiongshuang.

The entourage all sensed and walked to the courtyard.

Han Feng was in the yard with his hands behind his back, wearing a black and white feather cloak.

Snow fell one after another onto the shoulders of the hair tips.

"Look, it's snowing."

(End of this chapter)