no thoughts [cultivation]

When Meng Yi was picked up by Xuan Wen, he was still a five-year-old child.

Moreover, it is longer than the mortal world.

At that time, Xuanwen's cultivation level had already entered the peak of the late stage of the tribulation, and he only needed to comprehend a little bit of the mysterious truth between heaven and earth to break through the peak of the late stage of the tribulation and enter the stage of ascension.

It is not easy for all the cultivators to break through the big realm, and sometimes they can't break through until the end of their lifespan.Even if he is as strong as Xuan Wen, he can still stay for a hundred years in this step.

Cultivators fight against fate.

The power of crossing the catastrophe period is that the life span is long, even ten thousand years, and it will eventually burn out. Time can't be wasted, so you can only find opportunities by yourself.

In order to find an opportunity to make a breakthrough, Xuanwen temporarily handed over the affairs of the sect to the management of the four elders, and then left the sect to wander around the world.

There is a cloud between the cultivation world and the fairy world. Only when you step into the ascension period can you wait for the call, cross the sky, and ascend to the immortal.Similarly, there is a barrier between the world of comprehension and the world of mortals. Most mortals in the world cannot pass through it, and they don't even know that the upper layer is the world of comprehension, but monks in the world of comprehension know a lot about the world of mortals.

The higher the realm, the more you can see.

Everything in the world has its own laws, so if you want to go from the world of cultivation to the world of mortals, there are naturally some requirements.

For example, the cultivation base above the stage of transforming gods is to resist the strong wind that can smash people when passing through the sky; at the same time, the cultivator needs to know where the sky is.If the cultivation level is not enough to transform into a god, there is also a way to pass through. There is always a mysterious realm in the world, which communicates with all directions, but how to find this kind of realm depends on personal luck.Moreover, the cultivator leads to the mortal world, and cannot use spells arbitrarily, and is not allowed to make mistakes in the lower world, disrupting the rules of the mortal world, otherwise he will suffer the punishment of heaven.

Unknowingly, a hundred years have passed, Xuanwen has traveled almost all over the world of cultivation, but he still hasn't found that trace of enlightenment.

At this time, it is necessary to think of another way.

As a cultivator in the Transcendence Tribulation Period, it was easy for Xuanwen to find the connection between the lower realm and the cultivation realm, so one day, with a wave of his sleeves, he crossed the moat and went to the mortal realm.

The mortal world is much more populated than the cultivation world, but in the end, the spiritual energy is so thin that there is almost no such environment. As a result, there are very few treasures in the world, and there are only a few people with spiritual roots, and even if they have spiritual roots It is also mottled and impure.Over time, there were no more monks among the people in the lower realm, and the cultivators devoted themselves to cultivation, only staying in places with strong aura, and naturally rarely entered the mortal world. Therefore, the cultivators became the legends of the mortal world. The fairy elder with boundless magic power.

The place where Xuan Wen descended was a county town far away from the mortal capital.

At that time, that area was in a three-year severe drought. The land was dry and chapped, and there was no harvest in autumn.The civilians were displaced, and many refugees could not survive the famine and moved to more prosperous counties several times, hoping to find a chance of life.

However, in that county town, things were not much better.

Xuanwen walked slowly in the streets of the county town, looking for that at the corners on both sides of the road, and from time to time there would be thin, inhuman, skinny refugees sitting against the wall, with yellow and emaciated faces, crying and mourning.

Xuan Wen didn't look sideways, his face was solemn, and he didn't feel any pity at all. He concealed his figure and walked alone.

Those who live and die by fate will perish forever.

After walking for a while, Xuanwen suddenly stopped and looked obliquely ahead.

In a dark corner, there was a boy with ragged clothes and dirty face sitting there alone.Due to hunger, the boy was extremely thin, his cheeks and hands looked like there was no flesh and blood, and his black and round eyes looked big and round on his thin face, looking straight at him.

Obviously hiding his figure, although it is the lowest level of blindness, but this child can see himself... Thinking of this, Xuan Wen closed his eyes and walked towards the boy.

Sure enough, when Xuan Wen walked towards the boy, the boy kept looking at him, with amazement and curiosity in his innocent eyes.

The boy stood up slowly, with a childish voice, he raised his head and asked, "Are you the head of the fairy?"

"No."

"But you are different from us."

"How different."

Hearing this, the boy scratched his head. He was too young and didn't know much, so he couldn't think of suitable words. After a while, he said, "I... I don't know, but you just walked over there At that time, you will be different from others.”

Hearing this, Xuan Wen stared down at the skinny and short boy for a moment. Seeing that his lips were cracked due to thirst and hunger, he unconsciously stretched out his hand and pinched his fingers to make calculations. He said in a deep voice, "Mortal world, it's raining here today."

Hearing this, the child's eyes immediately overflowed with light: "Immortal Head, do you want to cast a spell to rain?"

"not me."

At this time, the sky gradually became gloomy, and there were patches of dark clouds piled up in the distance. A cool wind blew, and the direction of the blowing was exactly where the dark clouds were.Seeing this scene, the lifeless people on the street all stood up with trembling lips, supported each other, and pointed to the dark clouds in the distance, almost speechless with excitement.

"It's...it's raining..." Someone said with trembling lips.

A drop of rain hit the ground, followed by continuous drizzle.The thick black clouds in the distance are still coming with the wind, presumably it will rain cats and dogs in a short time.

People from the houses on both sides of the street also came out, some people wept with joy, and all the people knelt on the ground, thanking the Dragon God for his grace.

After a while, the rain became heavier and heavier, soaking the boy in the corner, washing away all the mud and dirt on his face, revealing a thin and fair face.Xuanwen raised his hand, and a white light flashed across the boy's body. The tattered linen clothes on the boy's body were dry, fresh and intact, revealing the original light gray and rustic color. wet.

The light of surprise and curiosity in the child's eyes was even stronger.

There are more and more people on the street, all thanking the Dragon God for the heavy rain, so that the creatures can survive, but no one noticed what happened in the corner.

Xuan Wen didn't stay any longer, and continued to walk forward. The boy quickly followed behind him with his little feet upside down.

"Sir, my name is Meng Yi, Mencius' 'Meng', the inexplicable 'Yi', I am five years old this year." The childish voice sounded.

Xuan Wen stopped in his tracks.

"What do you want to do?"

Even though he said that, he didn't show any emotion on his face, but the eyes that stared at the child were not completely cold, and he was clearly encouraging him to speak out what was in his heart.

A five-year-old child is still young, but he can best distinguish the emotions of others. Wearing dusty clothes, he stumbled towards Xuan Wen, then threw himself on him and hugged his legs, raised his head, his wet eyes Zhongman was full of admiration, with a cute and inconspicuous dimple on his left cheek, his smile was sweet and innocent, and he said with hope in his tone: "Immortal Elder, can I learn fairy art from you?"

Xuan Wen could have avoided the skinny child, but for some reason he let him hug her.

Xuan Wen asked him: "Why do you want to learn fairy arts?"

"I want to be like a fairy, and I want to repay the fairy."

"Who am I?"

The child thought for a while and said, "Good man, you made it rain for us, and you even mended my clothes."

"That's God's will. After three years of severe drought, it rains today. As for the clothes, don't worry about them."

Hearing this, the child's eyes showed confusion.

Xuanwen looked down at him, his heart moved slightly, and he didn't know what to think, but he bent down and hugged him: "If you want to study the Fa with me, you have to leave this place."

The child smiled innocently when he heard the words: "I'm not afraid of distance."

Therefore, Xuanwen brought him into the realm of self-cultivation, and Meng Yi became the No. 1 disciple he had accepted for thousands of years of practice.

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Inside the Hongmeng Hall, Meng Yi stared at the roof of the hall, and Xuan Wen's words sounded in his ears.

"But remember, when I first brought you into the Hongyan Sect."

Naturally, he remembered that he was only five years old at that time, but Meng Yi didn't say anything when he thought about it.

Xuanwen didn't care much, and waved a circle of light to replenish the spiritual energy in the hood covering Meng Yi, and then walked towards the side of the hall.When I was young, I saw him walking back holding a round object shrouded in warm light.

"The spiritual energy in the mortal world has always been thin, and it is difficult for mortals to have spiritual roots," Xuan Wen said in a deep and deep voice as he walked, "At that time, I didn't know what I thought to bring you from the mortal world to the cultivation world."

Meng Yi is silent, he didn't understand many things when he was a child, and his thinking was simple.Thinking that the rain was caused by Xuanwen, and thanking him for mending the clothes to keep out the cold, he thought only by following him that he could repay him.Later, when he became sensible, he understood that the rain was indeed due to the season, and it was not Xuan Wen's handwriting.

Meng also felt grateful to Xuanwen for accepting him as an apprentice, and taught him carefully, pouring countless resources into him, being a teacher and a father.

Such kindness taught him to respect and admire Xuanwen even more, and he often went to greet him.Since Meng Yi was a child, every time he practiced, he would find something that was extremely precious to him as a gift and dedicate it to Xuan Wen.He firmly believes that even if the courtesy is light, as his cultivation level improves, one day he will be able to give the treasure that the master can use.

For hundreds of years, Meng Yi has always believed that Xuanwen is the most important person in his cultivation world, and he is inseparable from kindness and affection.

While Meng Yi was thinking, Xuan Wen had already walked to his side holding something shrouded in warm orange light.

Xuanwen said: "At that time, I thought you didn't have any spiritual roots in your body. Even in the cultivation world, your lifespan is still extremely short. For a cultivator, it's just a flick of a finger."

So on the way back, he made countless plans, preparing to use elixir and miraculous medicine to shape his spiritual roots, forcefully establish opportunities, and make him walk on the road of greatness.But he never thought that Meng Yiming was born in the mortal world where the spiritual energy is mottled and scarce, and when he tested his spiritual root, he had a single wind attribute of heavenly spiritual root.

"Han'er, this is destiny."

"When did you believe in fate?"

"Naturally believe in fate," Xuanwen said, "It's just that although fate is fixed, people are not involuntary."

After saying that, he moved the object in his hand so that it floated between the palms of his right hand, while his left hand gathered slightly, slowly absorbing the light wrapped around the object.

The warm light was sucked into Xuan Wen's body, but it could not be absorbed very quickly, but so slowly, it must have come from something very important.

Gradually, the warm light faded, revealing the original appearance of the object floating in Xuanwen's hand.

Meng Yi seemed to feel something, and looked sideways.

I saw that the thing was actually a Nascent Soul.

Yuanying is in the shape of a child, floating cross-legged in the palm of Xuanwen's right hand, with his eyes closed, his expression is serene and naive, looking at his eyebrows, eyes, nose and lips, it is Meng Yi's childish appearance.