A knife can be strengthened 10,000 times

When he returned to his residence, he saw a pile of firewood that had not been cut for a long time behind the residence.

Apparently it was for him.

The firewood can last up to three days, and he has to rely on himself for the rest.

They set up firewood and ignited a pile of dry branches with a lighter, and finally there was a hint of warmth in the somewhat cold air on the top of the mountain.

Xia Yi looked at the pile of fire and showed a smile unconsciously.

That's right, whether it's an awakened person or an ordinary person.

We are all human.

People need fireworks.

Those who really don't eat the fireworks of the world are immortals.

He took a branch and baked a pancake, boiled a pot of vegetable soup with only salt in an iron pot, and he ate it with great relish.

After eating a pot of vegetable soup and pancakes, he burped.

Then he walked out without saying a word, and came to the Five Dragons True Monarch Palace again.

Looking at the wooden box in front of him, Xia Yi smiled slightly: "Oh, good morning, I'm here again."

As he spoke, he lit incense for the statue of Zhenjun, and he picked up the wooden box again.

Instead of opening it, I calmed down and began to adjust the state.

Lei Zhi's breath was running slowly, and after a night's rest, the recovery effect brought by the power of Longhua had gradually healed him.

After the adjustment was almost done, this time, he didn't try to block the sound again with the wind.

The roar of the beast was not actually a sound, but a terrible sound barrier born from the bottom of his heart.

He thought about it, and felt that this thing was like a person who worked in a noisy environment all year round.

It's like the workers working on the construction site, facing those... construction site noises every day, they were not used to it at first.

But once you get used to listening, your brain will form an instinct to let them naturally block out these noises.

Now, the only thing he can do is... let himself get used to this sound.

So Xia Yi opened the box again.

This time, he learned to be smart.

The box is only opened a little.

"Roar!!"

"Ow!"

"Whoa!!!"

All kinds of chaotic magic sounds instantly penetrated into the brain.

But he didn't move, just kept the gap with both hands, letting those... roars that could make him have the urge to destroy everything buzzed in his mind.

Soon.

He began to feel the pain.

Under the utmost patience, the blue veins on his forehead swelled up.

But he still tried his best to persevere, and at the same time forced himself to start thinking about some happy things.

For example, getting along with the cowardly Grey.

For example, some interesting things in Yehai, such as drinking with Wang Qu and Yan Xiang, are wrong! Yan Xiang, you bastard! I want to kill "Pa!"

Close the wooden box and the sound disappears.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"

Xia Yi began to adjust his breathing quickly, just like the Marvel Hulk movie he had seen in his previous life, he began to learn to control his anger little by little.

The blue veins subsided and the sweating stopped.

Silently chant "if the heart is as clear as ice, the sky will not be shocked"

After recalling countless delicacies, funny stories, and funny sketches he had seen in his previous life, he calmed down and opened the box again.

The familiar roar came out again.

Come on, shout hard! Shout your throat! He said to himself silently in his heart.

There are no Jiazi in the mountains, and the years have passed for thousands of years.

Suddenly it snowed in Wudang Mountain.

Overnight, the mountain changed its color scheme.

Removed the green emerald, and put on a silvery white coat.

Covered in sweat, Xia Yi put down the boulder that was one person tall in his hand, and the big sweat fell to the ground with his movements.

Bursts of white smoke seemed a little out of place in this silver-clad world.

Fortunately, no one saw it, otherwise a group of people would have to shout again, "The Taoist priest said you don't know how to perform magic tricks"

slogan.

After wiping off the sweat on his body with a towel, he put on the thickened Taoist robe.

At this moment, his hair was almost reaching his ears, and he looked a little messy.

The muscles all over his body were covered by the Taoist robe, but the expression on his face was quite different from a few months ago.

Perhaps because of being lonely for a long time, I have forgotten the last time I spoke with "people"

When he spoke, there was a calm and calm expression on his face.

Wearing a Taoist robe, he took out a hemp rope from the pocket of the Taoist robe, stroked his hair, and tied it into a bun with the hemp rope.

Stepping on a thin layer of white snow, he walked into the Palace of the True Monarch.

With a calm expression, he respectfully put a stick of incense on Zhenwu Zhenjun, then picked up the towel next to him and began to wipe the altar and the door panel.

Then he used the dust whisk to clean the dust on the statue of Zhenjun in the yellow robe, and then the cleaning came to an end.

Walking out the door, he grabbed a handful of Baixue and rubbed his hands, then walked into the hall again and sat on the futon.

Picking up the wooden box, he opened the lid calmly.

The familiar beast roar rang from my ears again.

"Yeah, I'm here again."

"hello."

"You sound a little hoarse today, remember to drink some fat sea."

"I ate potatoes today, just... threw the whole potato into the firepit.

After it is cooked, dip it in some salt, hey, that taste is really good.

Have you ever eaten?"

"Let's set a small goal today, please let me see what is written in the fifth character, how about it?"

"It doesn't matter if I don't understand, this book is not for reading, but for thinking."

"It's okay if you don't understand, as long as I understand."

"Then I'll start. Everyone, you should put in some effort. Is it because the weather is cold these days that your tone is a bit low?"

"Well, I've started, you guys work hard."

While talking, Xia Yi picked up the "Gouchen Dangmolu" named in seal characters from the box

He didn't know the words, but he could read them.

This book was written in an unknown year, and it is also very difficult to read.

The book is very thin, less than twenty pages.

But every word seems to be an article, just take a look at it, and you will be immersed in a mysterious and mysterious atmosphere.

Since twelve days ago, he was finally able to completely ignore those... beast roars, and only read the first four words, it took him a whole twelve days.

Every word has a different meaning.

Every word has an incredible power.

It's not a practice, it's not a reason, and it's not like the title of a book records a certain powerful deed.

The content it records cannot be explained in words, but Xia Yi is hungry and thirsty.

He can't tell others how he feels about reading this book, as if the secret cannot be revealed.

But indeed, the simple four words seemed to see the reality of this world in his mind.

No, the word "real" is not appropriate.

It's more like an idea if you really want to make a hard generalization.

This idea is a kind of unwavering persistence and an instinct as simple as breathing and eating.

Or a reason.

The person who recorded this book described a very simple truth.

When the real martial arts come out, all the demons in the world dance wildly.

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Book.

Propeller of human civilization.

Since the "book"

After this concept, as the carrier of inheriting knowledge, it has become the best reference for human beings to view the past and think about the present from the moment it was born.

A famous person said that reading is the driving force for human progress.

Exactly.

The book has its own golden house, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu.

Reading, reasoning, governor, governing the world.

This is the simplest and most correct cycle.

The Gochendang Molu that Xia Yi read is not an ordinary book, it is a book written in an unknown handwriting.

This book didn't teach Xia Yi anything, but it gave him a mysterious enlightenment.

His outlook on the world has not changed, nor has his outlook on life.

But when dealing with this world, he has a deeper understanding.

In this book, every page and every word has a different meaning, and it takes a long time to understand a single word.

And during this period, every time he understood a little bit, his connection with this world became deeper.

If someone asks if he has read this book, Xia Yi will nod.

because he has read it.

But if that person asked what was said in it, Xia Yi would shake his head.

Because there are no words in the heavenly book, mediocrity disturbs itself.

In Xia Yi's view, the process of reading this "Gou Chen Dang Mo Lu" is more like a process of introspection.

The past and the past are like clouds and smoke, and the present and future are uncertain.

What he reads, what he reads, is himself.

When he was studying, the time around him was frozen, all kinds of dream bubbles passed through his body but did not enter his heart, and the years passed day and night.

Read it, read it.

But in the blink of an eye, I don't remember it.

Like a thunderbolt falling from the nine heavens, it is fleeting and cannot be grasped.