Through the dialogue with the Son of Heaven, Shui Ling'er has already understood that this seed will grow into a pine tree according to his wishes. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info but the consequences of the failure of cultivation were mentioned by the ruthlessness, which made him break out in a cold sweat.

From the first day of practicing Zhitian Zen, Shui Ling'er was repeatedly warned about the dangers that may be encountered in practicing this meditation exercise. Regardless of the level, the slightest mistake in the process of cultivation will have unimaginable consequences.

He has already learned the difficulty of the previous layers, although there are no dangers, but the various twists and turns experienced in the process are enough to teach him a lesson.

This seventh layer has reached the highest level, not to mention its dangerousness, so Aunt Shizu will arrange a person like Mr. Yufeng, who has reached the top level in both kung fu and mental cultivation, to lead him into the country, and his good intentions moved him.

"Auntie, Ling'er will live up to the high expectations of you and the master, and must complete the cultivation of Wanyu Jue under the guidance of Mr. Yufeng, and connect with my aunt! Master, the promise made by Ling'er back then will be fulfilled today, you wait! ”

Thinking of this, he held his breath and slowly exhaled it again to test whether his mood was calm enough.

When he was full of confidence, he turned his wrist slightly, flipped his palm sideways, and the small seed slipped from his palm and was sown into the mist of the galaxy by him.

Shui Ling'er refers to the highest level of Heavenly Zen, and Wan Yujue's cultivation began in this way.

Time is passing slowly, and the universe is silent.

He was sitting in the mighty Milky Way, letting the stars dance around him like a delicate fairy.

In this quiet atmosphere, the only thing he could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat, one after another, as if it was timing him.

I don't know how many heartbeats I counted, but the seed never moved. His heart began to be irritable, and although his expression could pretend to be calm, his eyes revealed his feelings.

Caracal had been concentrating on supervising him, and at a glance he could see the fluctuations in his heart, so he hurriedly got up and walked behind him, exercising his internal force, merging his two fingers, and pressing his Tianchi acupoint.

Suddenly, a warm current seeped into his heart like a stream illuminated by the sun, and his impetuous heart instantly calmed down.

"Master......" he couldn't help but call in his heart. This feeling is similar to when he was in front of the Flying Fire Streamer Wall, Takeyue pressed his fingers on the top of his head to freeze his mind in order to prevent his soul from being sucked into the wall of light!

Tears gleamed in his eyes, and he was full of infinite motivation.

He exhaled his breath evenly, and gradually, as if he had realized from his bones what Buddha nature Zen mind was, and there were no more distracting thoughts in his heart.

He seemed to have seen with his own eyes the dantian qi in his body, floating into a sea of tranquility.

Seeds, germinated.

A swollen green spiral-shaped leaf, hanging from a slender maroon branch, emerged from the silver mist.

"Sure enough, it's a pine tree!" Looking at the young shoots, the water bells secretly cheered. However, he was afraid that this joy would cause him to wander, so he quickly settled his mind again.

The growth of the small tree is extremely slow, but the water bell is deeply intoxicated by the process.

He could clearly see how every branch and every leaf of the pine tree grew and grew.

Although the branches and leaves are small, they have become a necessary step in the subsequent development, and through the accumulation of these bits and pieces, through the dedication of each leaf and every branch, there is finally the last towering tree.

This process, filled by the music played by this little life, every note struck his heart, and he was extremely moved and shocked.

The Son of Heaven cut his arms upside down and stood behind him, guarding carefully. When he saw the little pine trees beginning to grow, he was also overjoyed.

He whispered to Xi Mutong in his heart: "Tong'er, if you can see Ling'er practicing Zhitian Zen so attentively, you should be as pleased as I am, right?" ”

He was thinking this, but he was shocked by a sharp pain in his brain, as if someone had reached in with a hook and was going to hook something.

"It's not good, it's the Father's Caring Curse!"

He was horrified, looked at the motionless water bell, and quickly floated away from him, standing far away from a place that would not affect him. (To be continued.) )