Chapter 1339: Satoru

The spring breeze is gradual, and everything is born.
In the small courtyard, the world is quiet.
Qin Xuan is like a rock and an old monk, holding a pen with both hands in front of him, but there is a mysterious and mysterious aura.
It seems that he is one with the world, one with Universe.
Qin Xuan closed his eyes for two hours before opening and closing slowly, his eyes were like the first born of the sun and the moon, as if a awakened from the ancient times.
He held the pen with his hand and landed on the paper in front of Qin Xuan.
But in Qin Xuan's eyes, it was not a pen and paper, or heaven and earth.
He seemed to have returned to his previous life, returned to Earth Huaxia, and returned to the front of the Qin Family Courtyard.
"Grandpa, uncle, save my dad, please!"
"My dad is dying, the Chen family deceived too much!"
The youth knelt to the ground, tears raining, he knelt in front of the courtyard, begging for mercy.
The dignity, dude, and pride of the past are all vanished at this moment.
The door was still closed, not even a single gap was opened.
He has been kneeling, the swelling and pain on his knee made the youth feel unprecedented pain and despair.
The young man knelt for a long time, he looked at the compound, and he had changed from begging to hatred, that hatred that was strong enough.
"The Qin family pretended to be a big clan, Qin family, do you just watch my father die?"
All the resentment and anger of the youth turned into a roar at this moment.
The door still never opened.
Just when the youth even wanted to smash the door and enter, 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, you are a good descendant of my Qin family, but Qin Wende is no longer a member of my Qin family, and neither are you. Why should my Qin family take care of your Qin Xuan's mistakes!?"
Indifferent words, like breaking the last straw on the youth.
The young man was struck by lightning, he looked at the closed door.
"But the mistakes I made, Qin Xuan, should not be borne by my parents!"
Suddenly, the young man knelt on the ground, his head hung down, his fists hammered the cold masonry.
"Why, let them bear it, because they are my Qin Xuan's parents!?"
The young man roared, and there was already a smear of blood on the ground.
In front of the small courtyard, Qin Xuan's eyes were slightly moist, his eyes gradually clear, and he woke up from the past.
He looked at the white paper floating in the air in front of him and sighed faintly.
"Remorse is like wind and rain, without end!" He looked at the paper, one person returned to the front of the compound, and roared, the despair and regret, as if to reproduce the past scene.
Finished!
Qin Xuan didn't have the slightest joy in his eyes, but there was a sigh in his eyes.
In this life, he made up for the hatred of the past life, and his parents are dead, but it does not mean that he can forget the mistakes he made.
The things of the past have kept him awake for a lifetime, and life is long, but he can't look back when he takes a wrong step.
Ask the world, who has no regrets! ?
It’s a human being.
Saints, but so!
Suddenly, the piece of white paper in front of him disintegrated, as if completely annihilated into nothingness, dissipating in this world.
The white paper is a mortal thing, unable to bear the meaning of his pen, and will automatically disappear into nothingness.
It's as if the past is like the wind, passing like a cloud, and finally disappearing.
Qin Xuan slowly raised his head, looking at the sky where the moon was already thin, and the five rounds of bright moon skyrocketed.
In his dantian, one of the nine-color primordial infants had disappeared. Instead, it was a young bud with nine leaves and nothing under the eight leaves. Under the first leaf, there was a flower bud the size of a rice grain.
Dao kind!
His Qin Changqing's Taoism, at this moment, the Yuan Ying in his body finally stepped into the realm of returning to the void.
That flower bud the size of a grain of rice seems to contain endless wind and rain at this moment. If it is magnified hundreds of millions of times, it is vast.
The first kind of Taoism, the kind of wind and rain!
Contain the way of wind and rain, accept the regret of life.
Others return to the imaginary world, but Qin Changqing, when he returns to the emptiness, realizes himself.
"Emperor Qing, the earth will be easy tomorrow, because the world is right in front of you. It is difficult to understand people's hearts, because people's hearts are unobservable. But knowing oneself is even harder, because all living beings are all others in their eyes, and how often are they for themselves."
Qin Xuan's mind flicked over the old fairyland, he and the misty figure used the sea as the chessboard and the mountains as the chess pieces.
He smiled faintly, "It's not easy!"
He made a response that he ignored in the past and slowly closed his pen.
Looking at myself, those unforgettable memories.
He can forget the dead bones of his own sword, but he cannot forget the haggard faces of his parents.
Qin Xuan took a deep breath, then took a blank sheet of paper and sat on the rock.
The Qi machine circulated again, forming a domain beside Qin Xuan.
This time, Qin Xuan was looking at the world of cultivation for the first time.
In the wasteland, the young man’s lips were chapped and his face pale and devoid of humanity.
He gradually fell to the ground with powerlessness, and the wind and sand in front of him were endless, as if it were more like the abyss of hell.
When he woke up again, he found that he had already changed places.
Through guidance, he was a handyman who was ordered to chop firewood to survive.
There was numbness in Qin Xuan's eyes, but he lost his vitality in his eyes, relying on the little bit of hatred to support himself.
For a full ten years, only one person in the back mountains and forests was constantly waving a sword.
He seems to want to cut off all the regrets, every tree is the enemy of the past, the regret of the past.
In ten years, he went from being a mortal to practicing Qi, from being ignorant of martial arts to becoming a sword intent.
In ten years, he has also faded away from the hatred, regret, and buried deep in his heart, and his thin body has become solid like a rock.
Qin Xuan opened his eyes again, and he looked in front of him. On the blank sheet of paper, a figure wielded a sword and broke the wood into firewood.
This sword breaking is not only wood, but also his past, those dull, ignorant, and ridiculous habits have also cut away the edges and corners in his heart. only.
Ten years of accumulation has allowed him to transform, from a mortal to a cultivator.
Qin Xuan looked at the white paper that was gradually dissipating, and the outside world was already three rods in the sun. In his dantian, a bud-like Taoist seed appeared again.
This kind of Taoism is so heavy that it is named Rock by Qin Xuan.
In ten years, he cut off the bustling city, he cut out the foundation of the avenue, and cut out his body like a rock.
The way of containing the rock, accepting the meaning of transformation.
Qin Xuan slowly took a rest. He stood up and looked at the sky with his hands, and looked at the sky, motionless.
Lin Bao's eyes were full of curiosity. She wanted to know what the uncle was doing.
This is weird!
Draw for a while, then stand up and look up at the sky, like a fool, even stupid than her brother.
After a while, Qin Xuan had returned to the stone again, writing in his hand.
If he knew Lin Bao's thoughts, he might answer with a chuckle.
He is walking the whole life of a person, a person, from a mediocre generation, to the great emperor of the immortal world, unparalleled in the world, all living beings surrender... a lifetime!
With one's own way, build Taoism!