Omniscient and Almighty

   Chapter 1350: One Leaf of the Flat Boat to the Lingtai

   Nameless Mountain.

   After eating and drinking, the conversation between Xu Guangling and Song Qinghong gradually started.

The previous exchanges have allowed the two of them to have a deep enough understanding of each other, and after Xu Guangling read the Hundred Flowers Sect's secret collection, Song Qinghong's cultivation path was almost completely revealed to him. in front of.

   Great Master.

  The architect of the theoretical system of great practice.

  The owner of the great power of heaven.

   Know the specific direction of the other party's practice all the way.

   Then, the other party is sitting opposite, close at hand.

   All these add up, allowing Xu Guangling to almost have a "ubiquitous" or "omniscient" perspective to examine Song Qinghong's practice, including his past, his present, and his future.

   And no matter how high Song Qinghong had positioned Xu Guangling before, she could never have imagined what kind of existence she was facing.

  This conversation just started, just as Song Qinghong thought.

  Easy, tacit, fun and happy.

   The conversation between the two people started from the very beginning of their practice, and even from the first time they didn't practice.

Xu Guangling told Song Qinghong the story of the Immortal Sea, the mountains, waters, plants and trees on the island, the diet, life and ecology on the island, the Ten Medicine Hall on the island, and the floating blooms on the island. Seven-colored flowers on the vast sea.

Although Jueling Xianhai is not a secret to the outside world, and there are many rumors, for example, Xu Guangling saw some records about the secret realm between the world in the Hundred Flowers Sect's secret collection before, but those records are mostly just a glimpse and a general And Tan, a very reliable judgment is that the recorder has never been to any of the secret realms!

   Ordinary secret realms are still like this, and it is quite uncommon such as Jueling Xianhai, let alone.

   As a person who walked out of the Immortal Sea of ​​Jueling in person, any narration of Xu Guangling about the Immortal Sea of ​​Jueling made Song Qinghong sway with interest.

   And after Xu Guangling finished this passage, Song Qinghong told her childhood story accordingly.

Just like the two return home puppet books written by He Zhizhang in Tang Dynasty, children who did not know each other and asked where they came from with a smile, only the mirror lake in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the old waves, looking back on the past, Song Qinghong's description of the past , with a lot of reminiscence and emotion.

   Moreover, what she recalled was not decades ago, but hundreds of years ago.

   A light description, with its own wind and rain, shallow memories, and its own vicissitudes.

   Such a feeling or experience, does Xu Guangling understand?

   He understands.

  I really understand.

  Song Qinghong said that Xu Guangling reconciled, and all his reconciliations revolved around the purpose of "spring wind and rain".

   So, Song Qinghong was talking, and before she knew it, the storms and vicissitudes in her words began to fade and fade, as if the real wind and rain, inexplicably, faded into turbulent, hidden into the painting.

   Then, under this kind of relaxed freehand brushwork, the topic naturally slipped into the practice of condensing the essence.

   Regarding cultivation, especially the cultivation in the starting realm, there are too many things the two of them can say.

  Song Qinghong talked about her own practice, the practice of some seniors, peers and juniors in the sect, and the practice of other sects and some loose cultivators that she had learned about over the years.

  Xu Guangling talked about the practice of Lingxiao's lower house, and the practice of a senior brother and a senior sister.

The senior brother and the senior sister he told are not real, but they are more real than any real cultivator. Among them, there are the shadows of Guanghe and Guangqing, and the little friends in Lingxiao's courtyard at that time. The shadow of Xu Yishan, Gan Congshi, Xu Tonghui and Xiao Xiuer in the second life, and the shadow of the few people around him in the first life.

   These shadows are all content and frameworks, and the soul in them, Xu Guangling, made up a "Song Qinghong" that he copied.

   That person, Song Qinghong is both unfamiliar and familiar.

It is natural to be unfamiliar. Many of the contents and methods of that person's practice are unfamiliar to Song Qinghong, but she doesn't know why, the unfamiliar "senior sister" that Xu Guangling told her gave her a strange feeling. Can no longer feel strangely familiar.

just like……

   is like looking in a mirror and looking at the person in the mirror.

   She is different from the person in the mirror!

   That difference is not big, but there are many places and points.

Unconsciously, involuntarily, or naturally, there is a comparison between the person outside the mirror and the person in the mirror, and in this comparison, the physical and mental state and practice cognition of the person outside the mirror are silently and silently. Some subtle adjustments and transmutations take place.

   That change, Song Qinghong didn't notice.

   She just felt happy and broadened her horizons.

  Thousands of feet of silk sag straight down, and it moves with every wave.

  The conversation went on like this, from the condensing essence realm to the profound entrance realm, from the enlightenment realm to the real one realm.

  Dawn and dusk, sunset and moonrise, Song Qinghong couldn't stop at all.

In all her life, her talk has never been so prosperous, and her mind has never been so lively in her life. Countless whimsical ideas and even enlightenment and enlightenment are like bamboo shoots after a rain. Her heart popped out, and then, at an astonishing speed, it continued to sprout and branch, and it became a beautiful shade.

  In the beginning, there were only three, four, five, six, seven or eight bamboo shoots, and before you knew it, it was already a thousand miles of forests.

  Song Qinghong seemed to have fallen into a beautiful and boundless dream, but in fact, in this "dream", she was awake from beginning to end.

   But that dream was too beautiful and wonderful, Song Qinghong couldn't wake up.

In "Dream", Song Qinghong has walked through the condensing yuan realm, through the entrance realm, through the realm of enlightenment, through the real world, through the realm of prosperity and decline, from a perspective that is both like a personal experience and a bystander. also gone...

   life and death.

  What is there in life and death? Yao Ran is called the gate of life and death.

  Darkness, danger, and terror have been around since ancient times.

   Talking on this evening is like drinking wine, carrying your body and heart to the middle.

   A little bit of aura condensed into a boat, and the long wind sent back to the boat.

   [Song Qinghong, fourteen days later, he was promoted to the Spirit Stage. 】

After the news automatically popped up again that day, Xu Guangling smiled lightly and ended the conversation intentionally, like a rain that lasted for an unknown number of days. Under the traction of an indescribable body and mind, he naturally entered into stillness.

   This stillness quickly moves from a small stillness to a great stillness, and this certainty also quickly moves from a shallow concentration to a deep concentration.

   "You really have a big heart."

   Xu Guangling shook his head.

   This is more dashing than when he was promoted to Grandmaster in his first life, and much more dashing.

   But in fact, Song Qinghong is completely confused at this moment, she may not realize what this entry into meditation means to her.

   Of course, another reason was that the arrow was on the string and had to be sent. It wasn’t that she wanted to enter into meditation, but just the self-adjustment of her body and mind. Instinctively, she couldn’t wait to pull her into stillness!

   Although this meditation seems a bit too casual, in fact, there is nothing to worry about.

  In the first life, driven by instinct, Xu Guangling found a place with richer spiritual energy to rush through. In this life, on the nameless mountain where Song Qinghong practiced, the richness of spiritual energy was much better than his original conditions.

   Much better!

   practice practice, and practice and practice.

   When you get to the pass, you have to jump.

   And at this time, it was Song Qinghong's leap.

Xu Guangling got up, stepped back, and sat down at a corner of the mountain, looking at some of the wildness of the mountain and the scenery at the bottom of the mountain, leaving a quiet and independent space for those who have entered a state of stillness. Song Qinghong.

   One day, one day, another day.

   Unconsciously it is three or five days.

   At noon on the sixth day, a cloud floating over the top of the mountain here seemed to be influenced by some invisible force, and inexplicably turned the cloud into water, and the water into gas, from the visible cloud to the invisible.

   In the evening, not far from Xu Guangling's side, there was a flower tree that had already fully bloomed.

   This change is just the beginning.

Afterwards, flower buds bloomed from this flower tree, bloomed from other surrounding flower trees, and fresh buds and leaves bloomed from all the grass and trees in this mountain. sprouted out.

The sound of budding growth, the sound of branches and leaves, the sound of flower buds condensing, from ten to one hundred to one thousand to ten thousand, and even to tens of thousands, countless "micro voices" dominate this quiet night, and also dominate this quiet night. The top of the mountain and even other surrounding mountains.

   The small voice is like a small wave, and it gradually spreads out.

   The next day, the morning light just dawned, and the world was like a new birth.

  The fresh green of the mountains and plains, the blooming flowers of the mountains and plains, the freshness and fragrance of the mountains and plains, the flying of bees and butterflies in the mountains and plains.

   Not only the genus of plants and trees, but all the birds, beasts, insects, fish, etc., have all entered a school of heaven and earth, full of vitality.

   And at this time, the fluctuation of the spiritual energy finally seemed like a late guest who came slowly.

   (end of this chapter)