"Zhang Xiaoling has no one to teach him, but he is a master of calligraphy without a teacher. To tell you the truth, I have been practicing calligraphy for decades, but compared to a child like him, I still feel inferior. There is a huge gap." Ye Qiu sighed.
Lin Fei smiled slightly and asked a little thoughtfully, "Do you believe it, Heavenly Dao is unfair?"
Ye Qiu hesitated for a moment, not daring to make any rash remarks. "This..."
The world may think Heavenly Dao is unfair, but as a monk who devotes himself to the Tao, Ye Qiu dare not say this.
Lin Fei didn't wait for his answer, he just laughed it off.
The illusory Heavenly Dao, after all, couldn't bear to let go of Zhang Daoling, the proud man of heaven, and secretly opened a back door for him.
"I'm going to see Zhang Xiaoling." Lin Fei did not continue chatting with Ye Qiu. Instead, he went to the mountain behind Qingcheng and found Zhang Xiaoling.
At this time, Zhang Xiaoling was riding a green bull backwards, looking carefree.
He was holding a copy of "Righteous Qi of the Heavens Art" in his hand, shaking his head and reciting the above sentences. For such a young child, he looked like a bookworm in ancient times, full of unexpected contrasts and cuteness.
Zhang Xiaoling did not turn his head and turned his back to Lin Fei, but as if there were eyes on the back of his head, he felt the arrival of Lin Fei. He put down the book, turned back and smiled at Lin Fei, "Master Lin, are you coming to play with me?"
Lin Fei nodded with a smile, sat casually on a large bluestone, and patted the place next to him.
Zhang Xiaoling immediately jumped off the green cow, used his little arms and legs together, struggled to climb up the bluestone, and sat next to him.
Looking down from the two people's positions, Mount Qingcheng is surrounded by clouds and mist, and the mountains are green. The bamboo forest is swaying in the wind, just like a fairyland.
"Master, are you here to persuade me to practice?" Zhang Xiaoling held his chin in his hands with a sad face and sighed in an old-fashioned way.
Lin Fei did not answer, but smiled slightly, "Do you like practicing?"
Zhang Xiaoling shook his head and said, "I don't like it."
Lin Fei was not surprised and continued to ask, "Then do you want to practice Daoism and become an immortal?"
Zhang Xiaoling didn't hesitate at all and said directly, "I don't want to, I don't want to either. Just let everything take its course. Why force it?"
He put on a small face and said seriously, "The way of Daoism is to cultivate one's character and cultivate one's character without desires or pursuits. Only by letting go of worldly thoughts can one become a Daoist and an immortal. Master Ye Qiu has gone astray. He only thought about cultivating Daoism and pursuing the immortal way. However, he did not know that this behavior has led to obsession, and he can only drift farther and farther away from the immortal way. In the end, he will not be able to reach it."
Lin Fei felt a little emotional, nodded slightly and said, "If this is your way, then stick to it."
Zhang Xiaoling glanced at him in surprise and asked cautiously, "Master, do you agree with my statement?"
He was so surprised. He never expected that someone would agree with his statement. You know, when Ye Qiu heard this, he scolded him for his heresy. How can he be an immortal if he doesn't practice at all? He is just an ordinary person.
"Zhang Xiaoling, there are many paths in this world." Lin Fei said calmly, "Maybe most people take similar paths, but there are always some people who are destined to be different. If you don't want to cultivate, then don't cultivate. If you do it deliberately, won't you fall into the inferior realm?"
Zhang Xiaoling nodded in understanding.
"Since you don't aspire to practice and become an immortal, then what do you aspire to?" Lin Fei ruffled his hair, like a big brother.
Zhang Xiaoling thought for a moment and said with a serious face, "Next to the sun and moon, together with the universe, we swim beyond the dust."
Lin Fei smiled and said, "That is becoming an immortal."
Zhang Xiaoling is a little confused again. He has no interest in becoming an immortal, but it seems that only an immortal can do such a thing?
Lin Fei gently tapped his finger, and the huge power of the soul poured into his eyebrows.
In the familiar sense of confusion, Zhang Xiaoling sighed in a strange way, "I have many interactions with the spirit of heaven and earth. Life means death, and death means resurrection. If you concentrate on meditation and the Daoist mind is everlasting, then one day you will definitely return to heaven and earth."
Lin Fei nodded slightly and said, "Three volumes of magic formula can help you cultivate your awe-inspiring mind and create a flawless Daoist heart."
Then he stood up and said calmly, "I'm going to tell Ye Qiu that I won't restrain you any more in the future."
Zhang Xiaoling looked at Lin Fei's leaving figure in surprise. Although he didn't know why he helped him, he still shouted loudly, "Thank you, master!"
We can play again. Life in the mountains is really pleasant.
Zhang Xiaoling hummed a little tune, walked up to the green cow, and patted its body gently.
The green cow seemed to be humane, docilely bending down its strong body and flicking its tail.
Zhang Xiaoling said "Ouch", turned over and rode up.
He suddenly saw a beautiful stone on the side of the road, and suddenly wanted to hold it in his hand.
As soon as such a thought appeared, the stone moved for no reason.
Zhang Xiaoling was a little dazed and rubbed his eyes.
Hallucination?
His small eyes were full of doubts.
Flying Cloud Mountain Villa.
Dongxue's final resistance failed to have any effect on changing the situation.
Although she delayed for a certain amount of time, allowing Qiushui to escape a certain distance. But under the terrifying speed of the strong Grandmaster Realm, this distance was simply not enough.
Before Qiushui could make a call, the phone was snatched away and trampled to pieces under Wu Yang's feet.
Wu Yang grabbed Qiushui's white neck and lifted her up. "Tell me, where are the oil lamp and the long sword?"
Qiushui felt as if her neck was about to be strangled, and a feeling of suffocation made her lungs almost explode. Her face turned red, and she struggled desperately. Her legs kept kicking in the air, and her hands struggled to open Wu Yang's hands, but the intensity was no different from scratching an itch.
The younger brother on the side couldn't stand it anymore and had to remind him awkwardly, "Brother Yang, I wonder if you pinched her neck like this, she wouldn't be able to speak..."
Wu Yang was stunned for a moment, then his face became dull and he angrily cursed at this young man, "You idiot, do I want you to remind me?"
The younger brother dared to be angry but dared not say anything. He kept nodding and bowing in agreement.
Wu Yang then snorted coldly and put down Qiushui who was almost out of breath.
Qiushui just felt like he was reborn, breathing in the fresh air, and his plump chest was rising and falling.
Under Wu Yang's questioning, Qiushui shook her head and said she didn't know anything.
"Don't know?" Wu Yang's face turned gloomy instantly, and he slapped her all away.
"Search them all for me!"
Except for the younger brother who controlled the four maids, everyone else rushed into the villa with him.
There were loud noises in the villa. This group of gangsters almost destroyed everything they saw and rummaged through the cabinets.
What they didn't know was that a Maybach had already driven to the foot of the mountain.