I thought that if I closed my eyes and entered a state of meditation, I would be able to see the towering pine tree like a mad destroyer, but I didn't know that I had somehow fallen into a huge egg, and I also saw my own shoreless lake in the egg. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Shui Ling'er was in shock, but a ruthless voice came from the void: "Ling'er, the place where you stay is not called an egg, but in the world before Pangu opened the world, it is still in an initial chaos." The water of your heart lake comes from the first drop of water produced between heaven and earth, the most precious water in the world. Hurry up and hold a lake water, your emotional tree, it needs to be watered by the lake!"

"This ...... Water my emotional tree with the water of my heart? Is it not the shoreless lake in everyone's heart, from the first drop of water between heaven and earth?"

"Yes, Ling'er, now that you know where the lakeless lake came from, your understanding of this world has taken another step. Take out the water from the lake and return to the universe, or the pine trees will wither. ”

When he heard this, he didn't dare to delay any longer, leaned over to the lake, stretched out two big hands, and took out a pool of lake water.

The lake water did not flow through the fingers. He swung his palm slightly, and the water floated into the air, forming a round, squeezing blister.

"Hey, the lake has turned into a bubble on its own, which is funny!" he grinned and tried to poke the bubble with his finger, but someone slapped him on the shoulder and shouted, "Stop!"

With just this turn of his head, the world he was in changed again, back to the universe, he was still standing in that dark corner, but Yu Feng changed his posture of standing with his back hand, one hand was on his shoulder.

"Sir, you didn't drop the bell!"

He saw Yufeng again, and his nose was sour with joy.

He smiled slightly: "Silly boy, you haven't achieved Zen skills, how can Mr. leave easily? Look at your tree, is it beautiful?"

Shui Ling'er looked at him, and this time, the scene he saw was very different from just now. In the middle of the ring-shaped silver mist, his pine trees were as high as a thousand feet, plunging into the royal blue sky.

When he finally saw the pine tree in its fullness, he was so excited that he didn't know what to do, and he exclaimed, "Wow, is that tree really grown from that tiny seed in my hand?"

Extinction replied with a smile: "Of course, haven't you watched it grow from the first leaf?"

"Yes, it's my tree, a towering tree born of my emotional power!" he patted his chest proudly.

The Son of Desolation sighed: "Wan Yujue, you have completed the first step of cultivation, now is the time to start the second step, you must not relax." ”

After going through so many hardships and dangers, she finished the first step, and Shui Ling'er hung her head tiredly, a little unable to lift her spirits.

Fearing that he would be discouraged, the caracer decided to use the method of agitation, so he asked, "You have completed one of the two steps." You don't want to give up this second step because you're afraid of hard work, do you?"

When Shui Ling'er heard this, she was immediately annoyed, and said secretly in her heart: "Mr. hasn't known me for a long time, and I don't know how powerful Shui Ling'er is! Even if I can't compare to my aunt, Brother Jiangnan, and you, sir, my indomitable spirit will not necessarily lose to you!"

Thinking of this, he raised his head unconvinced, rubbed his nose and asked, "What is this second step, please advise Mr."

He smiled triumphantly, pointed to the pine tree, and said, "What you see now is only the part of the tree on the dirt, can you look down?"

"What's down, what's down?" Shui Ling'er was puzzled.

The caracer looked up to the sky and laughed: "What will the trees be under the dirt?"

"Beneath the dirt, of course, are the roots!"

"But where are the roots of your tree?"

"This ......"

Only then did Shui Ling'er understand the meaning of the series of questions of caracal. He looked down at the lower end of the glorious pine tree, and the silver mist was so empty that not a single root could be seen. (To be continued.) )