The spring breeze is gentle, like the way all things are born.
In the small courtyard, everything is quiet.
Qin Xuan is like a rock or an old monk. He holds a pen with both hands in front of his body, but there is a mysterious and mysterious energy around him.
It was as if he was one with the heaven and earth, one with the universe.
Qin Xuan closed his eyes for two hours before slowly opening and closing them. His eyes were as bright as the sun and the moon, as if a god had awakened from ancient times.
He held the pen in his hand and landed it on the paper in front of Qin Xuan.
But in Qin Xuan's eyes, it is neither paper nor pen, nor heaven and earth.
He seemed to have returned to his previous life, to China on Earth, and to the Qin Family Courtyard.
"Grandpa, uncle, please save my dad, please!"
"My dad is going to die. The Chen family has bullied others too much!"
The young man knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face. He knelt in front of the courtyard door, begging for mercy.
The dignity, dandyism, and pride of the past were all reduced to nothing at this moment.
The door is still closed, not even a crack has been opened.
He kept kneeling, and the swelling and pain in his knees made the young man feel unprecedented pain and despair.
The young man knelt for a long time. As he looked at the courtyard, his begging for mercy turned into hatred, a hatred that was deep enough to be bone-deep.
"The Qin family pretends to be a powerful family. Qin family, are you just going to watch my father die?"
All the resentment and anger of the young man turned into a roar at this moment.
The door was still not open even half a minute.
Just when the young man was about to break down the door and come in, an indifferent voice sounded.
"Qin Wende took the initiative to leave the Qin family, but now he is no longer a member of the Qin family."
"Qin Xuan, it's true that you are a descendant of my Qin family, but Qin Wende is no longer a member of my Qin family, and neither are you. Why should I, the Qin family, shoulder the responsibility for the mistakes you Qin Xuan made!?"
Indifferent words are like the last straw that breaks the young man's body.
The young man's whole body felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He looked at the closed door.
"But my parents should not be responsible for the mistakes I, Qin Xuan, made!"
Suddenly, the young man fell to his knees on the ground. He lowered his head and hammered the cold hard bricks with his fists.
"Why should we let them bear the responsibility, just because they are my Qin Xuan's parents!?"
The young man screamed, and there were already traces of blood on the ground.
In front of the small courtyard, the corners of Qin Xuan's eyes were slightly moist. His eyes gradually became clear and he woke up from the past.
He looked at the white paper floating in the air in front of him and sighed.
"Remorse is like wind and rain, lasting forever!" He looked at the paper and saw a man returning to the gate of the compound, lying on the ground and screaming. The despair and regret seemed to reappear the scene of the past.
The painting is done!
There was no joy in Qin Xuan's eyes, but there was a hint of sigh in his eyes.
In this life, he made up for the grudges of his previous life, and his parents passed away, but that doesn't mean he can forget the mistakes he once made.
The events of the past made him vigilant throughout his life. Life is long, but if you make a wrong step, you can never look back.
Who in the world has no regrets?
Everyone has it.
A saint is nothing more than that!
Suddenly, the white paper in front of him disintegrated into pieces, as if it was completely annihilated into nothingness and disappeared into the world.
The white paper is a mortal thing that cannot bear the meaning he wrote down and will automatically disintegrate into nothingness.
It's like the past is like the wind, passing like clouds and smoke, and will eventually disappear.
Qin Xuan slowly raised his head and looked at the sky, which was already sparse with stars, with five bright moons rising into the sky.
One of the nine-color Nascent Soul in his body's dantian had disappeared, and was replaced by a bud. The bud had nine leaves, and there was nothing under the eight leaves. But under the first leaf, there was a flower bud the size of a grain of rice.
Tao seed!
Qin Changqing's Tao Seed, at this moment, the Nascent Soul in his body finally entered the realm of returning to virtual reality.
That flower bud, which is the size of a grain of rice, seems to contain endless wind and rain at this moment. If you magnify it hundreds of millions of times, you can see how vast it is.
The first Tao Seed, the Wind and Rain Tao Seed!
It contains the path of wind and rain and contains the regrets of life.
Others returned to the void to realize the world, but Qin Changqing returned to the void to realize himself.
"Qing Emperor, tomorrow the earth will change, because the heaven and the earth are right in front of you. It is difficult to understand the human heart, because the human heart cannot be seen. And it is even more difficult to understand oneself, because in the eyes of all living beings, they are always others, and how can they always be themselves."
Qin Xuan's mind flashed to the fairy land of the past, where he and the ethereal figure used the sea as a chessboard and the mountains as chess pieces.
He smiled lightly, "It's not easy!"
He made a response that he had ignored in the past and slowly put away his pen.
Looking at my past self, those unforgettable memories are like being cut with a knife.
He can forget how many dead souls and bones he fell under his sword, but he cannot forget the haggard appearance of his parents.
Qin Xuan took a deep breath, then took out a piece of white paper and sat cross-legged on the rock.
Qi flowed again, forming a domain around Qin Xuan.
This time, Qin Xuanguan was entering the world of cultivation for the first time.
In the vast wasteland, the young man's lips were chapped and his face was pale and devoid of human color.
He gradually became weak and fell to the ground. The wind and sand in front of him seemed endless, and it seemed more like an abyss of hell.
When he woke up again, he found that he had changed his place.
After some advice, he became a handyman and was ordered to chop wood to survive.
Qin Xuan's eyes were numb, but his eyes had lost their vitality, relying on only a little hatred to support themselves.
For ten years, in the forest behind the mountain, only one person was wielding a sword.
He seemed to want to cut off all regrets. Every tree was a former enemy and past regret.
In ten years, he went from being a mortal to practicing Qi, from not knowing martial arts to becoming the first master of swordsmanship.
In the past ten years, he has also lost the hatred and regret of the past and buried them deep in his heart. His former thin body has become as strong as a rock.
Qin Xuan opened his eyes again. He looked at the white paper in front of him, where a figure wielded a sword to cut wood into firewood.
This swing of the sword cuts not only the wood, but also his past, those dandy, ignorant, and ridiculous habits, also cuts off the edges and corners of his heart. The firewood made of wood is not just firewood, it is also Qin Changqing's.
talent.
Ten years of accumulation allowed him to transform, from a mortal to a cultivator.
Qin Xuan looked at the white paper that was gradually disappearing. The sun was already rising in the outside world, and a bud-like Tao seed appeared in his Dantian again.
This kind of Taoism is so thick that Qin Xuan named it Panshi.
In ten years, he cut off the prosperous city, he cut off the foundation of the avenue, and he also cut off his body like a rock.
Contains the way of the rock and embraces the meaning of transformation.
Qin Xuan rested slowly. He stood up and looked at the sky with his hands behind his hands, looking at the sky without moving.
Lin Bao's eyes were full of curiosity. She wanted to know what this uncle was doing.
This is so strange!
Sometimes she would draw, and sometimes she would stand up and look at the sky, acting like a fool, even more foolish than her brother.
After a while, Qin Xuan returned to the stone again, holding a pen in his hand.
If he knew what Lin Bao was thinking, he would probably answer with a chuckle.
He is walking a person's life, a person, from a mediocre person, to a great emperor in the immortal world, unparalleled in the world, and all living beings surrender...a life!
Follow your own path and cast the seeds of the way!