Douluo Changed His Life with a Sword

He can't kill Bright Blade, but he doesn't have to use the knife himself to kill someone!

"Yes."

Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty Eight

Every young man with ideals and aspirations should put his main energy on cultivation, and not be distracted or tempted by external trifles.

Dao Feng is such a good and motivated young man.

For a monk, two hundred years old is as young as a baby, very delicate.

So the word young is not wrong.

Along the way, almost all of our great young people are practicing in deep sleep, perfecting themselves and seeking to make progress.

Even if there is a delicate girl by his side, he can ask for it at any time, and it can't stop him from moving forward!

At this moment, the three of them and one bird are in the mountain stream.

The landslide ahead cut off the way, but fortunately there is a deserted pavilion not far away.

Since they were not in a hurry, Dao Feng and the others drove off the road and went to the gazebo where the weeds were overgrown and the vines were ravaging to take shelter from the rain.

Naturally, he does not forget to practice in his spare time.

The torrential rain raged across the wilderness.

Heavy rain covered the fields.

In the distance are the mountain ranges looming in the haze...

"Zhuqing, ah~"

"Feng, I'll do it myself."

"Zhuqing, good boy, open your mouth."

"Feng, it's so embarrassing... oh!"

"Is it sweet?"

"Ok!"

"Chirp!"

People also want it!

A certain bird is sour.

"Okay, okay, this is Ling's favorite little bug, ah~"

I bite!

"Chirp~"

good to eat!

"Knife boy, didn't you say you want to come out to catch your breath and then practice?" Meng Xingchen looked at the happy two and one bird and said lightly.

Dao Feng swallowed the food in his mouth and then smiled: "Old man, you're crazy."

"Oh? Listen to me? What you said is wrong, I will break your leg." Meng Xingchen took a sip of the green tea brewed by Daofeng's exquisite tea art.

Smelling it, the fragrance is pleasant, appreciating it, it is clear to the bottom, tasting it, it is slightly bitter at the beginning, and then sweet, long and long.

The superb tea art can be seen in the subtleties!

"Hey! Old man, every meal and drink is interesting and contains the principles of life. Now we seem to be eating and drinking in this barren gazebo, wasting our time and wasting our time, but we are not."

"Everyone in the Douluo Continent knows the importance of cultivation, so they practice hard, work hard to upgrade, dare not relax for a moment, race against time all day long, compare with others, think that as long as they are one step faster, one level higher than others, the soul If you are strong enough, if your fist is hard enough, you will be a master, and if you have a bright future, you will be able to climb a higher mountain. In this impetuous atmosphere, the cultivation of mind is always neglected."

"Cultivation of the mind is what is often said to cultivate the clarity of the mind, in order to understand the thoughts."

Meng Xingchen frowned, why did this kid look at the old man with caring eyes?

Also, the old man needs you to explain such a simple matter? !

"However, the essence of soul power is nothing more than skill, and the heart that controls power is the way. When you go to a high level, the importance of mind will be revealed."

"For example, when you are old, everyone says that Titled Douluo is first-level and first-level, and every step is difficult. The main difficulty lies in the huge soul power that cannot be filled, but the facts seem to be different from this statement, and there is a big difference."

When Dao Feng said this, he put down his chopsticks.

Meng Xingchen also put down the blue and white porcelain teacup.

"Go on, if you say something bad, the old man will break your three legs."

Zhu Zhu listened quietly, not angry, because it was just a joke and could not be taken seriously.

But does Feng have a third leg? Why doesn't she know?

? . ?

"It's not good to say that you are always merciful."

"Since I picked you up, old man..."

"Huh?!" Meng Xingchen narrowed his eyes slightly, and let out a suppressed hmm, expressing his doubts.