Chapter 17 Interface Node

The journey of monsation began with Taiji. The so-called Taiji is just two aspects contained in everything, pros and cons, cause and effect, life and death, time and space... But everything in the world is nothing else. In the final analysis, it is still one yin and one yang.

Rong Hui used to walk between qi and blood with two "fire spirits". Although it was also like a reincarnation, it was painted in the shape of "Taiji" without the reality of "Taiji". So that when refining the body with "fire spirit", it unconsciously went to the extreme.

At present, he has come into contact with the "way of birth and death" of fire. The law is born from the heart, and the skin and bones begin to recover. The "death power" in those siltations turned into anger and continued to keep the fireball burning. But when the last storage was burned out, even if his body was full of vitality, it was difficult for a skillful woman to cook without rice.

"One of the ways of fire, take the body as fire... The outside is the flame, and the body is wood... Is my body just this six-foot flesh and blood body? Is the wood in my body just this inseless power? In a critical moment, Rong Hui had a clear understanding: "I bear the origin of the five worlds, but I have been sucked away so much vitality by the 'five origins'... There is no reason for things in the world... If you take mine, give me back..." No hesitation, he tried his best to stimulate the flames.

In the sea wind, Ling Xiao stood on the bow of the ship and looked at the rapidly expanding fireball. He only felt that it was a return of light and was about to vent all his light and heat. Seeing the fireball stop more than ten feet away, a heart sank straight down: "It's over, it's over..." His mind was confused, his legs were soft, and he sat on the deck.

"The guy who was joking about herself at the beginning and stole her heart..." Between the lightning, she suddenly remembered many things, the first time they met, the first time they spoke, the first time they held hands, the first time they held their wedding candles... scenes were still in front of her: "But now, is he gone like this... Isn't they? It's too irresponsible..." His heart was so angry that he raised his head and scolded: "Li Ronghui, you son of a bitch..." He said, and tears gushed out.

The flame in tears is more brilliant. The galloping breath dances with enchanting arcs, brilliant, sad and thrilling. During the running of the streamer, she seemed to see the fireball expand and release colorful light, real and fantasy? I reacted in a trance, refreshed, and quickly wiped away my tears. I saw the sunrise in the East China Sea and the clear sky. Except for the winding and comfortable clouds, there is no one.

There was a buzz in her mind and she was stunned in the bow of the boat. There were two tears in his eyes, but they couldn't fall any more. At this time, it seems that it is still under the flame. There is no other color that can depict the beauty in these tears. There is no other source of fire that can hide the glory she saw at this time. Although his departure did not take away a beam of light and a touch of color, it took away her heart to appreciate the light.

Ling Xiao suddenly felt dizzy and weak, lying on the deck. After a while, he came to his senses and looked at the sky crazily, wanting to cry without tears: "Why...why...why...why..." The law was moved with his heart, and the wind surged. The waves stirred and suddenly pulled up, turning into a tornado and going straight up to the nine es.

In the eyes of the whirlwind, the fleet was still wrapped in vines and stopped steadily on the sea. The waves outside the eye of the wind swirled, jumping thousands of feet high, and were about to break through the heavy ethereal sky. The wind is not enough to sound its sadness. The tsunami is not enough to express its anger. The turbulent waves, like her surging heart, want to vent a cavity of grief and indignation between heaven and earth.

"Cultivation...cultivation..." Ling Xiao looked at the sky and smiled miserably: "Since you have led me to practice, I want you to understand my heart..." The power is born from the heart, and the Taoist realm extends from hundreds of miles to thousands of miles, from thousands of miles to thousands of miles. As far as Taoist thoughts are reach, the yang qi converges and turns into thunder and purple lightning, exhaling and vertical and horizontal.

The power boiled, but she was disheartened and let the mana burn: "Anyway, I'm very poisonous, and I can't live long... People leave a name, and the geese leave a sound... If I die, I will be shocked..." In a trance, my power was exhausted, my whole body was empty, and I could no longer exert any strength. Suddenly, it was dark in front of me, and I felt a cold current overflowing from my internal organs, flowing freely in my body, cold, quiet, like the caress of death...

Soft, soft, fragrant... Ling Xiao was in a trance: "What does this feel... Is it that I'm not dead, or am I alive..." He was confused and suddenly heard someone laughing and asking, "Who is awake?" The voice is honest and calming people's hearts. It is the tone that that guy is best at... He was stunned and opened his eyes and saw a pair of affectionate eyes. Who is Rong Hui?

She was overjoyed and looked slightly. She lay on a four-pillar** of fragrant nanmu. The bead curtain outside the brocade curtain was full of color, and the corals were flowing. She couldn't help but suspect: "Is this the Dragon Palace..." She only felt that her mouth was dry and her tongue was dry, and she was about to sit up.

"You are weak, lie down quickly..." Rong Hui sat by the bed and held her down and explained with a smile: "This is not the Dragon Palace, but the Turtle Palace... or the place where the 'boat boss' lives on the 'Xuanwu'... But now he has been occupied by his mother-in-law for more than half a month..." He asked: "Who on earth attacked you and exhausted your power. , causing a highly toxic attack in your body. Fortunately, I found out early and shocked him away to help you suppress the spread of toxins.

"Sneak attack?" Ling Xiao was slightly stunned and realized after a moment: "He died vigorously. He actually thought that he was poisoned and fainted after being attacked..." He felt that this was really not a good topic and did not answer the question: "Brother, how about you? I clearly saw that the fire was burning..." I thought more and more strange, and I was glad that I didn't die: "Otherwise I would really make a big joke..."

"At that time, my skills were indeed burned..." Rong Hui smiled, helped her tuck up the quilt, and explained carefully: "However, the way of heaven is not related, and it is often with good people... It turns out that the 'origen' we ingested when we 'step on the sky' is the interface node... Our passing anger is actually a 'node', to another The layer interface is gone. And with this 'node', we can also borrow another law.

He poured a cup of tea on the bedside, picked up Ling Xiao, and said while feeding, "It is said that the 'Land Star' carries thirty-six interfaces. Therefore, we need to absorb 36 nodes and use them to understand the laws of all walks of life. Thirty-six paths can be gathered together to complete and step into the 'original state'... However, when the 'angry' in our bodies is exhausted, the strong and weak are easy to each other, and the anger will collapse back through the nodes. Because of this card, it is not easy for monks of the same realm to kill each other..."

The more Rong Hui said, the more excited he became. He put down the teacup, held Ling Xiao's shoulders, and happily reported the good news: "When I exhausted my skills at that time, I got the power of five extremely pure laws. I opened the fireballs in one fell swoop, sucked up those 'heaven and earth', and stepped on two heavens by the way. Now, I am also the seventh monk of 'Stepping on Heaven', as long as I don't provoke those old monsters. Although the world is big, it is up to us to go here!"

"The little man got his ambition..." Ling Xiao couldn't help slandering when he saw his eyebrows flying. Thinking of the cold feeling before the coma, he also felt that it made sense. He nodded and agreed: "So that's it. No wonder I'm not dead... Thinking about it, not everyone can get 'angry' feedback, otherwise wouldn't the 'stepping on the sky' monk become immortal? What else are you fighting for..." Yanran smiled: "I still want to congratulate you on breaking through the bottleneck and making great progress..."