The ethereal monk held the water bell and said, "Can't fall, can't fall!" In case you fall into the lake, your fourth-level cultivation will fail! As he spoke, two drops of sweat broke out from the corners of his forehead.

Shui Ling'er's body finally stabilized, and her hanging heart was also relaxed.

The ethereal monk continued: "Ling'er, you have now entered your own heart, and the lakeless lake below you marks the calmness of your heart. The tumbling fog represents the fluctuating state of your current situation. The lake has no shore, which means that you have a broad state of mind and have not yet reached the edge. The rolling of the mist means that you have not completely let go of your distracting thoughts when you are cultivating. ”

"Huh? Did my ancestor say, "I'm practicing the trick of forgetting my heart in my own heart?" "The water bell is wonderful.

"Good disciple grandson, pointing to the heavenly Zen from the fourth layer, requires the Zen mind and sword to be one, if you don't even know what your heart looks like, how can you know where the sword is? Without a sword in your hand, won't you be able to practice this Zen skill? ”

"Zeng Shizu, so to speak, referring to the fourth layer of Heavenly Zen, the sword is in my heart?"

"Hehe, what a smart boy. From one to three layers, all you emit from your sword is sword qi. On the fourth floor, you will have your own Pointing Sword. Each meditator's Heavenly Sword is different, and after reaching the three-level Zen realm, this sword is refined by their inner concentration, so only the cultivator himself can find the sword from his heart. Ling'er, your Heavenly Sword has been refined after reaching the Fire Ninja Realm, and it is hidden around you, you have to quickly find the sword, and then practice a thousand shadows, so forget that the state of mind can be reached! ”

Shui Ling'er looked around, except for the quiet lake below him, all he could see was rolling mist. These fogs are either gray or translucent, how can there be a sword hidden in them?

The ethereal monk knew that he was puzzled, shook his head and said, "Ling'er, do you know the meaning of the seven-character poem I just recited?" ”

Shui Ling'er shook her head and replied, "The beginning of that poem is beautiful, but the end is bloody. ”

The ethereal monk nodded: "Yes, this poem tells the story of a chivalrous warrior who, in order to prevent foreign invasions of his country, broke the enemy's thousands of sails with the power of one man and one boat, and finally died with the enemy. ”

Shui Ling'er sighed in surprise: "This chivalrous warrior can fight a thousand sails alone, it is really extraordinary, it is estimated that there are few people in the world who can do it, right?" ”

The ethereal monk said: "Of course, maybe there is only one person in this world who can do it, and that is your Uncle Yunjian." ”

"Huh? The person standing at the head of the spirit boat described in the poem turned out to be a sword fairy? Shui Ling'er was shocked again.

The ethereal monk replied, "Exactly." Yun Jian has been a sword addict since he was a child, and he created his own swallowtail swordsmanship, so that a Yin Jiaojiao sword walks the rivers and lakes and fights invincible opponents all over the world. He had no choice but to fall into the river when he was defending against the enemy in the Lancang River, and later cultivated at the bottom of the river to become an immortal. This secret of forgetting my heart was created because of his life. But what happened later...... Hey, the past is Moti! His chivalry lies not only in his loyalty to his country, but also in the courage to face his mistakes, and he can change them later, and he will never escape like a coward. If you can open your mind like a cloud sword, dispel the haze around you, and see the sun, you will naturally be able to see the sword in your heart. ”

After that, he raised the gourd and gulped, drunken and laughed: "Good wine, good wine, really good wine!" Good disciple Sun, you can practice here slowly, Zeng Shizu is going to get drunk and dream of death again! Before Shui Ling'er could open his mouth to leave him, his belly shook and he disappeared into the mist.

"This great-master is really like this mist...... The appearance and disappearance are so mysterious, and half of the words are left behind, making people guess! Shui Ling'er sat stupidly on the top of the shoreless lake, muttering to herself.

After the ethereal monk left, the wind and fog in his mood stopped, and Shui Ling'er's body was held steady by him, and he would never stagger.

But although the fog dissipated, he still couldn't see the sun in his heart. Before the sun appeared, naturally he couldn't find the Heavenly Sword that belonged to him.

was concentrating on searching, he suddenly felt an itch on his face, and couldn't help but reach out to scratch it, but scratched Ling'er. Frightened by this little green thing, he woke up from meditation, and as soon as his body struggled, he left his state of mind.

Looking at his nose, Ling'er lay on the tip of his nose worriedly, staring at him with the frighteningly big insect eyes as always, and then pointing at his feet.

He looked down, and it turned out that it had brought him a fragrant white rice cake. Counting with his fingers, he was shocked to realize that since he entered the state of mind on the third day of condensation, he had been in this meditation room for seven days, and if Ling'er did not wake him up, he was afraid that he would be in danger of going mad.

After eating rice cakes, I walked out of the meditation room, and the wind outside the house was warm and warm.

Shui Ling'er took a deep breath of the air full of the fragrance of bamboo leaves, and felt a sense of relaxation.

He took out Lu Tianyu from his arms and said softly: "Master, the sun is so good today, Ling'er will accompany you to bask in the sun." ”

Speaking of the trick of moving the heart, I hope that the picture of the master can emerge. Who knew that the trick floated out everywhere, but the person in the painting was not Zhuyue, but the gorgeously dressed lady last time. (To be continued.) )