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Chapter 283 Fighting Dao Heart

Yanjie.

Lin Feng was walking all over Yanjie.

Years of closed-door breakthroughs have yielded no results.

Lin Feng wanted to come out for a walk.

He came to a plane.

I saw a lot of old acquaintances here.

"It's Xing Tian!" Jones Heller looked at Lin Feng.

"Hasn't he been retreating?" Wu Wudi thought.

"Now Yanjie is the only one who is still insisting on breaking through." Yi Dao looked at his heart.

When Lin Feng saw these strong men, they all gathered together.

They were surrounded by holy wine and delicacies.

There is even a group of beautiful servants dancing with them.

"It's been a drunk life." Lin Feng thought to himself, with a small smile on the corner of his mouth, and suddenly asked, "You are doing well now."

Jones Heller and other powerhouses were immediately embarrassed when they heard this.

I don't know whether I am ashamed of Lin Feng's words, or ashamed of what I have done.

As the peak powerhouse among the semi-holy peaks, cultivation has been engraved in his bones.

But now they are drunk and dreaming.

Extremely decadent, he had already left his cultivation behind.

They felt that Lin Feng's words were a little mocking.

Although there is nothing wrong with it.

"Hmph." Wu Wudi insisted, "The chaotic universe can't cultivate, we can't cultivate!"

"We have reached the limit, we just wait for a breakthrough." Jones Heller also echoed, "Now that the realm of the chaotic universe is locked, no one can break through, not even you Xing Tian."

"That is, as long as we wait until the seal is lifted, we will naturally be able to continue to practice breakthroughs." Sheng Xing, Yi Dao, and Shen Wuxie also said the same.

Lin Feng nodded.

He didn't refute, but left silently.

Lin Feng continued to walk.

He saw Wen Mushen in a plane.

Wen Mushen is painting.

The painting is the appearance of sentient beings in the chaotic universe.

There are crazy and powerful people who slaughtered wantonly, and the lives are devastated.

Many strong people who are close to the limit of longevity commit suicide in despair.

There are also those who cannot break through, and those who are close to breaking through are playing with things and losing their minds.

Wen Mushen's paintings are lifelike.

"Your painting is very good." Lin Feng waited until Wen Mushen finished painting, and then said.

"This is also cultivation." Wen Mushen said with a smile, "I use painting as a way to practice, and painting is cultivation, to exercise the state of mind, and to comprehend the truth of the law."

Lin Feng's eyes brightened, "You are different from other strong men."

"You are also different." Wen Mushen said with a smile, "You have been insisting on breaking through."

"I'm just being myself." Lin Feng laughed.

Wen Mushen suddenly said, "I made a painting for you."

"Oh?" Lin Feng became interested.

"This is it." Wen Mushen took out a scroll and handed it to Lin Feng, "This painting is called [Baby Bird], and I give it to you."

Lin Feng took the scroll.

He opened the scroll, and a vivid picture suddenly appeared.

In the painting, there is a newly born chick, which is hairless and wakes up in a daze.

After waking up...

The chicks first look to the sky.

Then, the chick tried to wave its fleshy wings and fluttered.

The first time it failed.

Once, it flew to a height of half a meter, and then fell heavily.

The chick was covered in scars.

But the other end, still held high, looked towards the sky.

The young bird's eyes are full of longing for the sky and persistence of dreams.

It continues to flap its wings.

a thousand times.

Ten thousand times.

100 million times...

A million times a million times...

fly!
fly!
fly!
The dream of a baby bird is to fly to the sky and feel the clouds and wind.

It fails again and again, it tries again and again.

The chicks seem to be fighting a war with all their might.

The protagonist of the war is itself.

The enemy is that destiny.

The result of the fall is but the clarion call for its next charge of war.

Its constantly waving wings are a silent roar to fate.

That high head is a contempt for fate.

This is a battle between fledglings and destiny.

It keeps failing.

But never give up.

Failure is not the same as defeat.

but give up...

It must be tantamount to surrender!
The fledgling is fragile, but fate is strong.

Even if there is a small twist of fate, there are countless ways for the chick to die.

Yet the fledglings are still fighting.

Fight against fate.

……

"This painting is not bad." Lin Feng put away the painting and said, "It looks like me."

"I think so too." Wen Mushen said with a smile, "Will you continue to break through?"

"Yes." Lin Feng affirmed.

"What if there is still no result?" Wen Mushen blinked.

"Is the result important?" Lin Feng suddenly smiled, "Isn't maintaining the fighting spirit itself more important than the result?"

Wen Mushen's expression changed.

He seems to have figured it out.

Does the result matter?
important!

But maintaining fighting spirit itself is more important than getting results!

"Is it unfortunate that there is no light?"

"True misfortune needs light!"

Wen Mushen understands.

It turned out that Xing Tian was also practicing, just like himself.

What Wen Mushen cultivates is the heart of Taoism.

And what Lin Feng practiced was fighting spirit, the heart of fighting.

The way of fighting.

"It turns out that Xing Tian's realm is already so high." Wen Mushen was a little envious and jealous.

But more of admiration.

This is the way of the strong!

What is a strong man.

Self-improvement also!

"It's really hard to imagine, what kind of difficulty is there to trap a strong man like Xing Tian with unlimited fighting spirit. Maybe when Xing Tian achieves great success in fighting, he will become the greatest strong man in the endless starry sky!" Wen Mushen thought so .

"In the face of difficulties, in the face of desperation..." Wen Mushen thought, "There are creatures who will give up, surrender, complain, and make many excuses for themselves."

"There are very few people like Xing Tian who are faced with a desperate situation. Instead, they use the desperate situation itself to hone their Taoism, hone their realm, and hone themselves."

"When he can break through, Xing Tian will definitely be able to soar into the sky."

Wen Mushen's eyes lit up, "It's like that baby bird."

"Although the chick has failed countless times, when the day when its wings have feathers, it will be better than others of its kind..."

"Fly higher!"

"Fly more steadily!"

"Fly faster!"

"Because it has gained a strong body from the constant falls, gained strong endurance from the scars all over its body, and sharpened its Dao Xin through countless failures."

"This Dao heart is strong and unrivaled!"

"Xing Tian is like this."

"He took advantage of the predicament that he could not break through to constantly sharpen his Dao heart and accumulate his fighting spirit. One day, the predicament and desperation will pass."

"That day has come."

"Xing Tian will be unstoppable."

Seeing that Wen Mushen has learned a lot, Lin Feng couldn't help being envious of his aptitude.

Wen Mushen's excellent aptitude is indeed rare.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng suddenly said, "If possible, I would like you to draw a picture for me."

Wen Mushen's eyes lit up and asked, "What painting?"

"Tell a story about a young man who slays a dragon." Lin Feng's eyes flashed with fire.

"The most beautiful story I've ever heard is that the princess is dead and the boy is still burning, no matter how small the flame is, it keeps igniting repeatedly..."

"What is the meaning of this painting?" Wen Mushen asked.

"Oh, let's pass on the fighting spirit to the younger generations in my hometown." Lin Feng smiled.

Lin Feng is now self-cultivating Taoism.

He hoped that the players of Blue Star would not cultivate other Dao Hearts.

Just practice the way of fighting.

That's an excellent Dao heart, and it's not bad as a blue star's inheritance.