Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

What you see now, although not the original single front, is completely different from the single front in the world.

As the saying goes, there is no right or wrong way, and all roads lead to the same goal, but there are very few people who really walk a certain road to the end and reach the peak.

"It seems that Xiongtai has also studied it."

Lin Chongyang knew in his heart that the school of single-edged sword now had a good reputation in the Jianghu, but there was no top master who could do it.

People like Ying Chaoyang, Ren Pingsheng and others can only be regarded as quite satisfactory.

Of course, this is in the eyes of people in their realm. If you only talk about the adversity of the rivers and lakes, it is natural for one party to be a master with his ability, and his power will shake the world.

"Ha, then I'll invite you."

Wu Chi smiled, looking forward to this discussion more and more in his heart. At their stage, fighting and discussing the same level is very rare and precious.

"Please."

Just as the words fell, he heard the sound of a light sword, the sword light cut down, and the sword intent spread.

The world seems to be divided, the universe fades away, the gap between illusion and reality is bridged, and a whole new world seems to be formed.

However, the two sitting cross-legged did not move, but each had a body that looked like a ghost, like a ghost, emerged from the two of them, stood up, faced each other, and remained silent.

As the world was silent for a moment, people moved, swords moved, and the two figures clashed invisibly.

At the bottom of Guixin Abyss, the water does not move, the air does not flow, and the bottom of the silent abyss, only two people are sitting opposite each other, it seems extremely peaceful at this moment.

…………

The wind is clear and the clouds are clear, the water is green and the mountains are green, only to see a flash of mysterious light, and a light-colored figure emerges, greeting:
"Danqing, come here quickly, the scenery ahead is beautiful!"

The youthful temperament is as graceful as the moonlight, but with a bit of leisurely blue sky and white clouds. His white hair is tied up by a silver Taoist crown, with strands of silver embellishment in it.

Afterwards, another figure emerged, a beautiful woman in a purple dress, with long light golden hair tied in a bun, speaking helplessly:
"It's rare for my brother to take a bath, so there's no need to waste time gathering with me."

Hearing the words, the young man in front turned his head and said seriously: "Anyway, if you are idle, you are idle. You are not good at martial arts. What if you are in danger?"

"Master has taught me the means to protect myself." Meng Danqing's tone became more and more helpless.

He..., she..., he...,...

All in all, although his brother accompanied him out, he was very happy in his heart, but he didn't want to waste time because of his brother, after all, his rest time was not long.

Yuan Wuxiang sighed: "Isn't that still alone? I can rest assured of your painting technique when you come out alone."

There is a lot of trouble inside the door, a group of people are fighting all day long, and it gives him a headache on weekdays.

He still can't figure it out, no matter what, Daozhen is the main branch of the Daoist sect in a difficult situation. Shouldn't a good Daoist organization be serious about cultivating Daoism?Why do you like fighting openly and secretly?Is it possible that the practice of Taoism has been cultivated on dogs?

Thinking back now, I don't know if Xie Tianlai was out of his mind and insisted on sending him to Daozhen, or if he was out of his mind and agreed without thinking. …

Now he regrets it, regrets it very much, life in this sect is completely different from what he imagined, it might as well be relaxed with Jie Tianlai, he should think about whether he should try to go it alone after his cultivation is successful.

Now that I have finally taken a bath, if I don't come out to let the wind go, I am sorry for myself. It is double happiness to accompany my little sister to go out to collect wind.

What's more, as far as my little sister's painting technique is concerned, as soon as the inspiration comes, it needs to be dreamed into the painting to ensure the quality of the finished product, which often takes days or even months.

In such a situation, how can he rest assured, does he really think that this peaceful world is really that peaceful?

As for his friend Tired Shoutian, Xiu Mu was picked up by his uncle afterward. Compared with some people in the door who have no family members, those of them who have family members are still very lucky.

Sighing softly in his heart, Yuan Wuxiang greeted with a smile: "Let's go, the scenery ahead is indeed pretty good."

The two brothers, they were orphans who were ravaged by the demons who fell into the sky, and were rescued and adopted by Xie Tianlai by accident.

As the elder brother, Yuan Wuxiang was sent to the Daozhen lineage for further study after he grew up, while Meng Danqing, as the younger brother, was accepted by Xie Tianlai as a disciple and brought with him.

Because his situation is quite special, even Xie Tianlai can't figure out what went wrong, since he has been rescued and raised, there is actually no difference.

On the contrary, Yuan Wuxiang, after learning about the specific situation, respected the younger brother's choice and raised him as a younger sister. It doesn't make any difference anyway, as long as the younger sister is happy.

The two walked forward for a while, and looked around, only to see white clouds looking back and converging, and green mist entering and seeing nothing;

Meng Danqing stopped and said: "Brother, let's do it this time."

"It's not bad here. Not only is the scenery beautiful, but there is also a Dao rhyme in the dark. It seems that it is very suitable for cultivation."

Yuan Wuxiang also looked at the surrounding environment and was amazed, why did he think that this place looked more suitable for cultivation than the main hall of Daozhen.

"I'm going to trouble my brother next."

Meng Danqing found a suitable place, turned out an easel, loaded it with drawing paper, and prepared to sketch.

"Leave it to me."

Yuan Wuxiang also found a rock and sat on it casually, this place is good, he just took this opportunity to perfect his martial arts.

Time passed slowly, a quarter of an hour, an hour, a day, ten days, ten days...

In the process of Meng Danqing's painting, Yuan Wuxiang was not idle. This place gave him a strange feeling, as if it somehow matched the contents of those Taoist classics he had read.

Especially, after he started to meditate, the perspective in his perception suddenly changed.

Heaven and earth are the human body, rivers are like meridians, sun and moon are yin and yang, mountains, rivers and stars are combined in the acupuncture points of the whole body.

All the things in front of him coincided with the Taoism's universe and easy reasoning, which was far better than his cognition and understanding of the unity of man and nature. Xie Tianlai was already the strongest person he knew in the Taoism, and he was unable to do this step.

Correspondingly, in this process, although he was unable to practice according to what he saw before him, his understanding of the Dao of Heaven and Earth was rapidly deepening, and the martial arts, which were originally in their infancy, were also constantly improving, which can be called a rapid progress.

It was almost as if someone pushed him away from behind and even fed the food to his mouth.

At once……

outrageous.

until—

"This, how could it be so?"

With a soft cry, the person who had entered the samadhi was awakened. Yuan Wuxiang not far away opened his eyes, and the Qi mechanism in his body that was in harmony with the heaven and earth quickly converged. After calming down the true energy in his body, he quickly got up.

Not far away, Meng Danqing frowned slightly, looking at the newly completed work on the easel with a puzzled expression.

If he remembered correctly, this painting should be a landscape painting with the theme of mountains and rivers.

"Danqing, what's the matter?"

Turning over and landing next to the easel, Yuan Wuxiang looked worriedly, following Meng Danqing's gaze.

That painting on the easel, where is the landscape?