I became kun

Chapter 187
The ripples on the water have long since disappeared.

Li Song leaped down from the top of the cliff, which logically had already alarmed the school of fish, but the old man still silenced him.

The meaning of it is obvious, this is a set assessment.

To put it simply, if you are not allowed to pass so easily, you will have to sit here for half a night. The euphemistic name is: hone your mind.

If it is an ordinary cultivator, naturally it will be fine.

Sit cross-legged on the spot, look at the nose with the eyes, watch the heart with the nose, and practice meditation.

Isn't it just waiting for the old man to fish? He can afford it.

Unfortunately, it is difficult for Li Song to do it.

In other words, if you were any normal person, it would be difficult to stay in one place for more than ten hours without moving.

The chirping of mosquitoes around, or the howling of wild animals in the mountains will disturb the mind.

Being able to sit here until evening is already the limit.

After downloading the mobile phone, which is currently extremely popular on the Internet, a series of mini-games that claim to heal people's hearts, Li Song handed it to the old man.

The old man was full of curiosity. He took the phone and seemed quite interested. He smiled lightly and said, "After so many years of practice, this is the first time I've heard that there is such a way to hone one's mind."

"I'm going to try."

After finishing speaking, the old man picked up the phone.

Li Song said sideways: "See, it's just such a big fat bird. Don't underestimate its size. It's actually very fragile. Those pipes in front of it will disappear when it hits it."

"So, you have to control it and avoid those things, that's probably what it means."

"Just try two first."

The old man nodded slightly, and according to what Li Song said, he started the experiment of the first game.

Apparently, the game's characters died tragically without exposure to such things.

However, the old man was not discouraged, on the contrary, he regained some energy and tried again several times.

After another mistake that caused the tragic death of the game character, he laughed loudly.

"Haha, boy, this thing can't improve your xinxing. I've roughly mastered the trick, so it's meaningless."

Li Song didn't say a word, just mumbled: "Go ahead and play."

The old man is also unwilling to say more, at his age, he already understands the truth, no matter how much he talks about some problems, it is better to prove it directly with actual actions.

He continued to sit cross-legged on the ground, controlling the fat little bird.

It has to be said that even if the old man does not use any spiritual power, the five senses of the cultivator are not comparable to ordinary people.

Only tens of seconds later, the fat bird passed through numerous obstacles and reached the end of the level.

The old man raised his eyebrows at this time and was about to grin. Li Song pointed to the screen and said, "Mr., there are 36 levels in total."

The old man was taken aback for a moment, then smiled to himself.

In his mind, it's just 36 rounds.

It didn't take much time to complete the level for tens of seconds, and he simply passed the level directly, making this young man completely give up.

But soon, his brows furrowed.

Death after death.

This is especially true for levels after the next ten levels.

Li Song watched from the side, feeling very relieved.

This type of game has always been bad for people who play it, and comfortable for people who watch it.

Especially, when the player is getting more and more frantic.

I have to admit that the old man's reaction is indeed sharp enough, but this kind of game has never been passed by relying on reaction alone.

The levels designed in the follow-up can only be passed by relying on memory and proficiency.

It's just that after half an hour passed, the old man's face began to twitch.

This scene reminded Li Song of a certain period of time in a certain year.

There is a game called (Dig to Survive with Benny Ford) on the Internet.

At that time, this game drove countless anchors crazy, even on the verge of collapse.

As for the old man in front of him, although he could still restrain his emotions, it was obvious that the blue veins on his forehead exposed the fluctuations in his mentality.

There is an old saying: "Failure is the mother of success"

No one likes a series of failures, and no one wants so many old mothers.

Even if it is an old man with a calm heart.

Another hour passed, and the old man finally couldn't bear it anymore. After putting down the phone, he stood up, walked around the edge of the water spring twice, and took a few deep breaths of the cold air.

Sitting down again, the old man's expression returned to normal.

But this time he didn't pick up the phone, instead he whispered to Li Song: "This is indeed a good way."

"The so-called life is alive, how can it be all the best."

"From the experience just now, I feel the pain of successive failures, and even the joy of occasional success."

"In the successive failures, I was angry, I hesitated, and felt a little bit of despair."

"But gritting your teeth and persevering until the moment of success is a kind of mental transformation."

"Little brother, I must say "thank you" to you!"

The old man bowed to Li Song very solemnly.

At this time, Li Song was stunned.

To be honest, he never thought that the old man would have so many insights.

His original intention was just to think that it would be easier to just play this kind of healing game and let his heart break down, instead of just sitting here and waiting to make his heart restless.

How can there be so many messy ideas.

Why do you feel the pain of experiencing failure and realize the joy of success.

All in all, the old man just played a game and realized the truth of life.

Can't learn, can't learn.

Li Song muttered in his heart, but he said with a dry smile: "That's the reason, isn't it better than fishing alone."

The old man looked happy and nodded in agreement: "This is reasonable. I have decided. In the future, I can let my disciples hone their minds in this way."

Li Song was taken aback for a moment, and then he couldn't help filling up such a picture in his mind.

On the towering mountain top, with white clouds floating, and outside the antique hall, there is misty smoke from incense candles. On the vast platform of the mountain top, on each futon, sits cross-legged a young man in ancient costume with a long sword on his waist.

Then, each of these people held their mobile phones and played this kind of healing game.

It feels exciting to think about.

Li Song was stunned for a moment, leaned his head, and whispered: "Old man, you can remember, besides this little game, there are..."

……

A few minutes later, Li Song and the old man finally finished talking.

At this time, Li Song did not forget the original purpose, and asked softly: "Mr., don't you know Taoist Qingyun?"

The old man stroked his beard and smiled lightly: "Come with me."

During the words, the old man stood up, gathered a little spiritual power in his fingertips, and then shot straight at the spring water.

The next moment, the spring water suddenly rolled up.

(End of this chapter)