Chapter 1209: Chen Fan

"Master, master, I feel angry, I feel angry after practicing!"
In Liberty City, in Chen Fan's residence, Shisan trot all the way to Chen Fan's room, his entire face was full of excitement.
At this time Chen Fan was meditating and adjusting his breath to see if he could be promoted to King Wu's Second Heaven.
But things don't seem to be that simple.
After leaving the waterfall, Chen Fan's cultivation base has reached the critical point, and it is possible to be promoted at any time, but waiting so plainly, I don't know how long it will take.
Slowly opened his eyes and glanced at Thirteen, Chen Fan calmly said: "Just because you are out of breath, you are so excited. If you reach the realm of being a teacher, won't your tail rise to the sky?"
"Avoid arrogance and rashness, practice peace of mind!"
After a few warnings, Thirteen's complexion really fell, clasped his fists and bowed, and went to practice again.
Looking at his back, Chen Fan nodded slightly.
In fact, the young man's temperament will inevitably jump off a bit. When Chen Fan was promoted to the cultivation base for the first time, there was actually nothing better than thirteen.
However, he is a master after all, and he still has to put on the air, but he can't let the excitement of just stepping into practice and lose Thirteen's heart.
Several days have passed since the master and apprentice moved here.
During this period, Chen Fan helped thirteen daily answers to the doubts in his practice and explained the problems encountered, only to find that he was also quite rewarding.
This allowed him to re-examine his foundation once again and compare it with today's results through the past practice methods.
After a short while, Thirteen went back and returned, and the excitement was no longer on his face, replaced by a look of loneliness.
"Master, didn't you say that after the birth of a sense of breath, it is easy to be promoted to the realm of warriors, why can't I work hard for so long?"
"Is it because my qualifications are bad and I am not suitable for spiritual practice?"
Juvenile xinxing always suffers from gains and losses, especially when Thirteen had nothing, and suddenly seemed to have everything, he was too scared to lose everything in his hand.
Chen Fan glanced at Thirteen, then suddenly pointed to a big willow tree in the courtyard and said: "Look at this willow tree, which has lush branches and green leaves, but why don't its leaves fall?"
Thirteen cast a suspicious look, and immediately opened his mouth: "It's not yet autumn, how can the leaves fall?"
"You're right." Chen Fan nodded, "But why don't you understand why the same thing happens to yourself?"
"If there is no time, why bother to entangle and disturb your heart?"
Chen Fan is a good teacher. He didn't have a long story, and he didn't have a face to face. He just used one of the simplest principles to tell the most straightforward thing.
The willow tree branches in spring, and leaves fall in autumn. This is the law of nature, and time is at work.
The practice is to fight against time.
No one can become a fat man in one bite, let alone become the supreme in the world overnight.
Everything needs to rely on time as a sustenance. While fighting against time, monks feel the feeling of being with time.
This is practice!
Thirteen had a slight comprehension. The lonely and anxious face on his original face suddenly disappeared. Instead, there was a sense of peace. He knew that his mentality was not peaceful enough before.
"Thank you, Master for teaching, the disciple was too radical before, and he must be more stable from now on, not letting the master worry about me."
Thirteen clasped his fists and bowed, with such strength, Chen Fan nodded slightly, with some appreciation in his eyebrows.
He suddenly felt that when he was young, he was more and more like Shisan.