Nine thoughts of a gentleman in comprehensive martial arts

The birth of a high-level plane, the foundation of the world will provide huge energy to maintain the power system of a world. At the beginning, a cloud or a drop of dew has the possibility of becoming a fairy; later, the plane gradually stabilized, With the rules and order of its own operation, the survival of the fittest will begin. Immortals may fall, and humans may become immortals; later, the energy of the plane gradually decreases, immortals gradually fall, and it becomes more and more difficult for humans to become immortals. On this day, the possibility of attaining the Tao will be cut off forever, and the plane will officially enter a period of decline, which is called the "End of Dharma Era".

The power system of the planes is also very different, like the Tang world, which is mainly based on martial arts and internal strength, and some is mainly based on magic fighting spirit. This kind of power system can be used on a personal plane, which is the intermediate plane.And like those people from other lands, the planes with decisive wisdom and technology, but it is impossible for individuals to attain enlightenment, are called low-level planes, while the planes that can practice immortality or become gods and immortals are called high-level planes. plane.

It doesn't mean that people on the lower planes are inferior to those on the higher planes, it's just that the power systems used are different, and the energy of the foundation of the world is also different.Although the technological plane is advanced and has even broken the mysteries of the world, as far as the plane itself is concerned, the aura is not enough to provide individuals with enlightenment and immortality, so it is rated as a low-level plane.In the Great Tang world, although martial arts can be practiced to cultivate internal strength, it means that the energy can be applied to individuals, but there are almost no people who can use martial arts to become immortals, and their aura should be almost the same as in this world.

"In the next period of time, Si'er should take a good look at the God of War Atlas." Ye Ying patted Ye Jiusi on the head and said, "Fortunately, there are also images of the God of War Atlas in the inheritance, so you don't have to use your naked eyes to see them as a teacher. Look. You are here to gain enlightenment, if you can break through to the Grand Master earlier, you will have more confidence in going to the Great Thousand World, and you will not be bullied."

So Ye Jiusi began to stare at the 49 God of War catalogs day and night.Although at their level, it is not a big problem not to touch rice water for more than ten days, but Ye Ying still found a side hall in the Temple of War God, entered the state of turtle's breath, and practiced in closed doors, leaving Ye Jiusi alone in the main hall Learn about God of War.

Although the God of War Illustrated is to provide a concept of martial arts, it is actually obscure and difficult to understand. Those who are not of high comprehension may not be able to understand the mysteries of it.Ye Jiusi took a pen and paper and rubbed the God of War catalog stroke by stroke.Although it took a long time to trace, Ye Jiusi had a clear understanding after painting once. She drew or wrote out her thoughts bit by bit, day and night, and soon wrote a thick book.

The God of War Illustrated is really amazing. From the second picture, Ye Jiusi realized the method of endless circulation of inner breath, and also realized a technique of turtle breath cultivation, which is actually the same as the last level of the rumored Cihang Jingzhai. "Death Pass" is similar, but it is harmonious but different.The more I look at it, the more thrilling I feel. Every picture is ever-changing, and the things that can be realized from it are also all-encompassing, and they can affect everything.

Ye Jiusi still had a little bit of leisure and elegance to decipher it at the beginning, but later he didn't want to waste any more time, and directly incorporated everything he had learned into it, and slowly guided it.It takes a very long time to understand these things thoroughly. After Ye Ying retreated, Ye Jiusi gritted his teeth and entered the state of turtle's breath with the help of the newly acquired method of turtle's breath, allowing himself to study and practice without eating or drinking.

In the turtle's breath state, the breath is inaudible, and the pulse is almost none, like a dead person, but the inner breath flows freely.Ye Jiusi sat quietly with his eyes closed, without breathing or pulse, his complexion was ice-white and bloodless, like pearls and jade, just like a finely carved jade statue, it was as beautiful and flawless as a beautiful flower shining in water, although it was extremely beautiful, but It looks like a jade carving, losing some of its agility.

He didn't know what that red light was, but whenever his inner breath was activated, Ye Jiusi could feel a coolness spreading in his dantian, spreading towards his limbs.Cool but not cold, there seems to be fresh air, running for a week, but also feeling clear and peaceful, indescribably clear and pure.Ye Jiusi was ruthless to himself, using the technique of tortoise's breath, closed the death barrier, and he would not be able to wake up unless he broke through, he was really like a dead person.She circulated her inner breath and realized her mind, but she didn't realize that the fresh air was getting stronger and stronger, and the chill was coming out of her body. After more than ten days, there were shallow ice marks on the ground around her, and the tips of her eyelashes and eyebrows were all frozen. Stained with frost.

Ye Jiusi didn't know what the red light was. He just wanted to get rid of it, but he didn't know that this was a great opportunity.Although the aura in the intermediate plane is not barren, it is as difficult as reaching the sky, so the core thing in the Temple of War God is actually a part of the energy of the foundation of the world. It will be much easier to gain the Tao in the day.This is an opportunity left by the foreigner to his descendants, but he never thought that Ye Ying, as a foreigner, would touch the mechanism and take away most of the foundation of the world. Later, I will make wedding clothes for others.

With the foundation of the world, it is equivalent to having the seed of the way of heaven. As long as you are persistent and have enough talent, it is not empty talk to become a fairy.

The seed of the way of heaven is to stimulate the talent in the human body and pave a road leading to the avenue.Women's constitutions belong to yin, while men's constitutions belong to yang. This red light draws out the original qi of the two. As the saying goes, heaven, earth and man are the foundation of all things. They are born by nature, nurtured by the earth, and made by man. The chance is destined by heaven. Yes, the rest is up to the individual.

Although Ye Jiusi's comprehension is very high, and everything Ye Ying teaches can be understood clearly, but when it comes to self-created martial arts, he still lacks experience.And Ye Ying's way of heart and sword has been very perfect, both offensive and defensive, unpredictable, can be regarded as perfect, and can't be changed at all.Therefore, Ye Jiusi didn't want to change Ye Ying's swordsmanship, but used his own insights to derive more moves from the heart sword.

Time is like sand between fingers, and water flows through the fingers. In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed by, as fast as a false phantom.

The changes of the sun and the moon are unknown in the Temple of War God, only the vast green light is dazzling all the time, never weakened by half.

Ye Jiusi sat cross-legged, with her hands clasped together, and her spine straight. Compared with half a year ago, she was not stained by dust, and her face was like a beautiful jade, with a warm and soft luster.A thick layer of frost had formed on the ground around her, and even her soft body was as cold as ice and snow at this moment.Ye Jiusi's eyebrows and eyes have not changed, but the darker the black hair, the whiter the complexion, the vermilion lips, even though the expression is high, but it can't suppress the suffocating sharp color.

Ye Jiusi was intoxicated in a dream that seemed real and illusory, unable to distinguish between reality and fiction. She dreamed that she had become a camellia, which was folded off by a woman in Tsing Yi and placed in a flask.

The woman turned around and picked up a crying baby, coddled it pitifully and pamperingly, hummed a tender Jiangnan tune, with pearls in her mouth, Wu Nong spoke softly, charmingly.It wasn't until the little baby stopped crying and burst into laughter that the woman lowered her eyes and smiled. Her misty eyes seemed to be filled with green smoke, and the wet and cool place was like silky clouds in the autumn river and cold moon.

"Yinger—"

When Ye Jiusi heard the woman's soft call, she couldn't help but look up. There was a beautiful five-petal red plum blossom on the head of the little girl with pink make-up, and it seemed to stand proudly on the snow-white forehead. Qiong Pa.Such a small baby, curled up softly, nestled in the mother's arms nostalgicly, making a soft babbling sound.He clenched his small pink fists against his face, with teardrops still hanging on his eyelashes, and a pair of clear and clean warm brown eyes full of grievances, which made people's hearts melt into water.

The woman hummed softly, and walked out the door with the little boy in her arms. Ye Jiusi wanted to follow up, but found that she couldn't move, was trapped here, and couldn't help herself.

Ye Jiusi was at a loss for a moment, she felt it shouldn't be like this, she should be a person, not a flower, so she desperately stretched the branches, trying to leave the thin-necked vase.

Ye Jiusi was struggling for freedom, but suddenly she was shrouded in shadows. When she looked up, she met a pair of eyes as clear as autumn water.

The little boy was sitting on the edge of the bed, with two small hands on the edge of the bedside table, trying to stabilize his body, looking curiously at the pink camellia in the flask.Those eyes were so clean and penetrating that it was almost embarrassing. With pure innocence and curiosity on his face, he stretched out a small white and tender hand and grabbed the camellia.

"Stop!" Ye Jiusi shouted in shock, but she didn't make any sound. The pink camellia shook violently, but was still held in the palm of the little boy's hand.

The sharp thorns on the stems and leaves of the camellia pierced the baby's tender skin, and the child was not serious, so the wound was extremely deep.Chacha sticks in the palm of the hand and refers to the abdomen, and the ten fingers connect to the heart, which is the most painful.The little boy was stunned by the stabbing, and couldn't bear the pain and shook his hand violently. With a loud clang, the ampoule smashed to the ground, and the residual water flowed all over the ground with a crash.

Jiaoyan's pink camellia was lying in the fragments of residual water, a little red blood was hanging on the tips of the petals, dripping slowly, like a beauty with tears in her eyes, she had such a sad and beautiful beauty.

The little boy frowned, puckered his mouth, and cried sadly while holding his injured hand. The tears rolled down, but he didn't cry loudly, he just sobbed, which made people feel heartbroken.Ye Jiusi could only feel the humming in her ears, tormenting her head with headache and pain, her heart ached, but she swallowed tears.

Don't cry, don't cry, I don't want to hurt you, so don't cry...

Seeing the little boy who looked like a dough ball crying sadly, Ye Jiusi only felt that his heart was also riddled with holes, and he couldn't express his distress.Such empathy made her unclear for a moment whether she was a person who turned into a flower, or a flower who wanted to become a person?But feeling the passing of life, Ye Jiusi didn't want to dwell on meaningless answers anymore, she just wanted the little boy to stop crying.

Ye Jiusi strenuously fiddled with the branches and leaves, making a rustling sound, which immediately caught the little boy's attention.

She tried her best to stretch the petals and let the buds fully bloom, revealing the most delicate colors and the most beautiful grace. It is obviously a somewhat gaudy camellia, but the beauty that appears for a moment seems like poetry and water. The elegant and elegant woman, standing in the misty and hazy hometown of Jiangnan, reveals a gentle and tranquil smile.

The little boy stared blankly at the beautiful blooming of the camellia, and forgot the pain and cried for a while.His eyebrows and eyes were stained with that kind of childish curiosity again, but in the blink of an eye, the camellia that was in full bloom just now withered into broken branches and stalks, and the withered yellow flowers and leaves were scattered all over the ground. Desolate and lonely.

The little boy was stunned, and let out a soft cry, stretched out both hands regardless, and was about to throw himself on the ground.

"Ying'er! What's the matter?" The woman in Tsing Yi who rushed over was shocked when she saw this scene. If the little boy really fell to the ground, the broken porcelain all over the ground would definitely disfigure him.The woman in Tsing Yi hurriedly caught the little boy's small body that was flung out, hugged her in her arms and softly comforted her, "These lazy girls! Leaving my son alone in the room will almost cause a catastrophe. If something really happens, what will happen?" I can spare them!" After speaking, he looked at the little boy's injured hand, and tears fell from his heart, but the little boy seemed to have never heard of it, and just stared blankly at the fallen flowers on the ground, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing her son staring at the withered flower, the woman in Tsing Yi also looked back, she couldn't help but let out a little gasp, and murmured: "You're still fine today, why did you suddenly wither and die?"

"Ying'er, why are you crying? But it hurts a lot?"

The little boy shook his head, dazed, but his tears dripped on his palm like broken Lizhu, a red watery halo appeared, carrying the sorrow of the cuckoo crying blood, and the flowers blooming in spring and deep in beauty.

Ye Jiusi only felt that his life as a flower must have come to an end, and he calmly planned to accept his death, but he didn't want his eyes to go dark, but the scene changed instantly.

When Ye Jiusi was thinking to himself, he suddenly heard a commotion, looked up, and saw a middle-aged man with a sullen expression on his face, and walked away.A well-built little boy was shocked and anxious, as if he wanted to stop him but didn't dare, so he could only pull the sleeve of another little boy to persuade him.Another boy, Ye Jiusi, took a look and noticed the five-petaled plum on his forehead. His expression was calm, his eyes drooped and his eyebrows were lowered, and his lips moved slightly for a while, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it. He shook his head , looking a little tired, but just silent, did not speak.

Under the pale afterglow, facing his father's anger and his second brother's doubts, he just lowered his head and didn't speak.

Silence, or stubbornness.

The sound of the wind was endless, and his robe was blown up by the wind, making a sound of hunting, but it outlined his slightly thin and thin figure, looking so lonely and unyielding.

Ye Jiusi suddenly felt a pain in his heart, as if a piece had been forcibly gouged out by someone, and the bloody gap was filled with wind, indescribably sad and depressed.

She seemed to have turned into a mass of soul, which could not be seen or touched by others.She could only obey her own will and stay by the boy's side, watching him being neglected by his father and forgotten by his sword disciples, living in a remote sword mound, holding his sword and watching flowers every day, becoming more and more taciturn.Ye Jiusi couldn't talk to him, but could only watch over him silently, from early spring to winter and summer, watching him gradually grow from a thin and skinny little boy to a handsome and tall young man, standing under a tree with a sword in his arms, falling flowers all over the sky, He didn't make every move, but Ye Jiusi could clearly feel that his kendo was gradually being forged.

The world is hot and cold, and the clouds are treacherous and treacherous. His unparalleled talent and unparalleled understanding have lasted for six years, but he has become full of absurdity.Sometimes Ye Jiusi looked at him from afar, only to feel that the yard was lush with flowers, but it was so empty and so quiet.That young man who is like Gui Ruzhang is more and more outstanding, like a gentleman, he has the gentleness of Lilan Yuanzhi, and the abyss of mountains, rivers and seas.Loneliness, solitude, persistence and persistence have made him unique today. He just stands alone in front of the court, watching the flowers bloom and fall, watching the clouds roll and the clouds relax. As clear and gentle.

Ye Jiusi didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse, but Ye Jiusi knew that he would definitely feel lonely. From the age of eight to 14, he was always alone, with only the sword by his side.

No, maybe... There is another she who doesn't know if she is a human or a ghost?

"Idiot, idiot! It's been so long, have you still not been able to break the ego?!"

There was a burst of explosion in my mind, and someone cursed in a low voice, but Ye Jiusi was calm, with an expression as indifferent as the sky, and said softly: "Ego? What is that? What does it have to do with him? "

The voice was silent for a moment, and after a while, he said in a sad voice: "Get rid of self-attachment, and the Dao will be completed, but you are obsessed, easy to become paranoid, and easy to go astray. How dangerous is the road to the Dao? Your master You can see it, you haven't experienced the thunder disaster. But you fell in love early and survived the most tormenting world of love. Fool, it has been six years of going around like water, and you still haven't let it go ?”

"It's easy to say, but easier said than done?" Ye Jiusi murmured in a low voice, turned to look at the young man standing under the flower tree holding a sword and watching the flowers, and suddenly frowned and smiled, "So, this is my obsession?"

You were born before me, and I am old when I was born.You hate me for being born late, and I hate you for being born early.

It turned out that it was so.

Paranoid to the bone, obsession into a demon, but because I hate - when you are the loneliest, I am not by your side.

The author has something to say: Cover your face, the male god was really cute when he was young~~Crying~~~

The author really likes foreshadowing, hehehe, plus this chapter already has four foreshadowings~~

Did you understand this chapter?

Is this scene and dream similar to when Ye Ying broke her ego?But it’s different~~Xiao Jiu’er’s love affair has begun~~

Starting from this chapter, the two actually changed from martial arts to immortals. Because of this opportunity, they entered the Tao with martial arts.Ye Ying is open-minded, open-minded, and as clear as water. The thunder, love, and demons of a cultivator are the most common thunder disasters. After passing through the thunder disaster, one can become a fairy; Xiao Jiuer is Lovesick to the bone, although she has long since put aside this feeling for Ye Ying, and only wants to be by his side, making him happy all his life without any regrets, but becoming an immortal, passing through the calamity is love calamity, life's eight great tribulations, How much is born of love?The catastrophe of the fairy sword world also came from this.

Xiao Jiu'er walked out of one obsession, but fell into another obsession.She saw away her feelings for Ye Ying, and wanted to accept and protect her frankly, but because of her love, she had the obsession of "I hope he will be happy all his life".As we all know, the ups and downs in Ye Ying's life were basically in her childhood and adolescence. Those were the years when there was no Xiao Jiu'er, so Xiao Jiu'er was very worried about it.

But why?The male god is not pitiful, he has always been firm and calm, so obsession is just obsession.

That voice is not a demon, it’s different from the male god’s situation, don’t worry haha~~ Xiao Jiu’er’s catastrophe begins here, but the real troubles are not in this world, so it’s safe and worry-free for the time being~~~~

You were born and I was not born, in the end, the biggest regret in Xiao Jiu'er's life is that he was born at the wrong time, right?

If she is the same age as Ye Ying, why bother to love without speaking, why bother to have a deep relationship, this dream is not a demon, nor is it a tribulation, it is just Xiao Jiuer's analysis of herself. Ying, it is impossible to embark on the path of ruthlessness.

To paraphrase a very vulgar saying, Xiao Jiuer really fell in love with the male god, but fortunately there will be a good result in the end~~

I'm going to the world of fairy sword soon, I'll give some candy after I think about it~~~

In the end, Ai Nao, yo meh~~