Reincarnation simulation: I can change my life against the sky

Chapter 10 The hibiscus from clear water

Winter goes to spring, flowers bloom and fall.

When the fallen leaves of the linden tree withered and died, the young leaves that grew again glowed on the branches.

The world recovers, and Ruixue sprouts new shoots.

Ji Qiu woke up from meditating in the other courtyard on the mountainside, and let out a breath of white air lightly.

The white air spewed out, lingering and lingering for more than half a foot, before it gradually dissipated in the air.

Now, two full years have passed since Ji Qiu obtained the scriptures passed down from the sect level and practiced them.

In two years, Ji Qiu introduced the energy of the heavens and the earth into his body, opened up all the orifices and refined his physical body. Now the spiritual energy accumulated in his dantian has faintly begun to appear.

Corresponding to the first level of Qi refining in the exercises, entraining Qi is successful.

The realm of refining qi is recorded in the Sutra of Crossing the World, and it is divided into three realms, which symbolizes the third level after junior high school, which are the three realms of entraining qi, condensing qi, and controlling qi.

Those who have succeeded in entraining qi can mobilize the aura of heaven and earth to nourish themselves, so as to make their bodies more compact and transcend the ordinary.

It can also use simple skills and moves to arouse the spirit energy to defend against the enemy, which is many times better than the so-called inner qigong method.

Those who have reached this state have really surpassed ordinary people. Even the so-called first-class masters in the Jianghu are nothing but a mantis in front of the state of entraining qi.

The Qi Condensation Realm is even more serious. This realm is roughly equivalent to the innate masters in the rivers and lakes, but the means and background are much higher than the so-called martial arts masters.

Within a radius of three feet, practitioners in the Qi Condensation Realm can kill people from a distance. As long as everything is within a radius of three feet, even the flying flowers and leaves picked at random are fatal to ordinary people Great killer.

This is just an additional feature of this environment.

Practitioners who have reached the Qi Condensation Realm, the most important thing is that they are already qualified to practice real spells. If the Qi Condensation Realm is successful in spells, if they want to kill the Xiantian Grandmaster, they can do it almost easily.

As for the final state of controlling energy, it is even more terrifying. As the name suggests, it can control the energy and leave the body, manipulate various magic weapons as soldiers, and even the magic techniques it activates are more powerful than those in the state of condensing energy.

At this level, it is no longer something that can be described by mere thousands of troops.

Practitioners in the air control realm are no different from land gods to ordinary people. Even if they take the head of an enemy general from among thousands of armies, it is just a matter of picking something out of a pocket.

"It's been two years."

Standing up, Ji Qiu looked calm.

He watched the white air in front of him slowly dissipate, then put on one side of his monk's robe, and walked out of the quiet room.

The reincarnation simulation is called a simulation, but it is more like a way of cultivating the mind and seeking the Tao.

And it protects one's own Dao heart, so as not to completely sink into such a long and long time.

The world of mortals sits and forgets, and the Taoist heart is clear.

What a great fortune.

Ji Qiu smiled, stood up and pushed open the door, looking at the outside world.

At this time, it was early in the morning, and the dewdrops hanging from the leaves were about to drip down, and there was a slight mist rising between the mountains and fields.

dong dong~~
The morning bell rang, and the huge hanging mountain revived.

Many monks who woke up from deep sleep completed their daily routine day after day.

Chanting scriptures and chanting Buddha, eating fast and sweeping, practicing martial arts
Everyone has their own busyness.

But Ji Qiu was alone, walking down the mountain.

If it is said that the most profound thing in Ji Qiu's heart is undoubtedly the simulation before he changed his fate against the sky.

Although that reincarnation compressed the time to the extreme, making Ji Qiu seem to be watching a revolving door, but it is a full 70 years, how can it be passed by.

For him, no matter whether it is this life or the real life, the sum of all the things he experienced is not as much as the things he experienced in that simulation.

And the origin of everything is just seeing today.

Ji Qiu thought of the pair of brown pupils that were once radiant and exuding endless vitality in his memory, and he couldn't help sighing secretly, and his steps accelerated a little bit.

When the wind blows the flags, is it the wind or the flags?

neither.

External interference is only fleeting, neither the wind nor the banner.

It's a heartbeat.

Stepping through the bluestone steps one after another, Ji Qiu went down all the way.

There are banyan trees on both sides, the crowns are wide, and the green shade covers the sky, covering all the rays of the high sun on the crowns, making people feel clear in body and mind.

Looking at the Buddhist temple at the foot of the mountain where the gray-robed monks were gathering in twos and threes, Ji Qiu stopped, looked at the remote Buddhist temple to the west, and walked slowly away.

A corner of the memory is gradually revived here.

The closer it gets, the clearer it becomes.

At this time, just as Ji Qiu was approaching the Buddhist hall, there were waves of women crying, gradually resounding.

At this moment, Ji Qiu raised his eyes.

In his mind, the simulation clips before he changed his life against the sky slowly emerged.

When we first met, it was a girl who only knew how to cry. She seemed to be two years older than herself, but it was already an extremely sign of success.

Like a hibiscus emerging from water, it is naturally uncarved, without powder and daisy, and the cardamom age is impressive.

It's different from carrying all the memories when he changed his fate against the sky.

At the time of the first simulation, Zhenru is Zhenru, not Zhenru who has the blessing of Ji Qiu's memory and knows the past and future.

A little monk who is only 11 years old, even if his skin is as white as a jade tree, it can't cover up his shallow experience.

For Zhenru, he had never seen such a beautiful girl.

One has intentions, the other has no intention, and the fate between the two is thus formed.

Unfortunately, it didn't end well.

The monk has no guts, and the woman has no chance.

After all, it can only end in a lonely end.

The fragments in his mind flashed like a movie, Ji Qiu with a complicated expression, he heard the crying outside the Buddhist hall for a while, and finally crossed the threshold and walked in.

After entering, the scene changed, and the gradually rising sun shone light into the Buddhist hall, dispelling the darkness inside the door.

A tall golden Buddha statue stood above with its hands raised, and in front of the red cloth desk, there was a girl in light red clothes kneeling on the futon with her back to Ji Qiu, sobbing softly.

"Excuse me, girl, why are you crying in front of the Buddha statue?"

Just like in memory, Ji Qiu walked forward slowly, lowered his head, raised his eyebrows, folded his palms together, and asked the little girl in front of him.

Su Qixiu knelt on the futon, her reddish brown eyes were still stained with a few tears that hadn't dripped.

When she heard someone behind her asking a question, she was startled, and even with a sobbing expression, she paused for a little bit.

She turned her head to look behind the source of the voice.

Looking at it at a glance, Su Qixiu couldn't help being a little stunned when she saw the person who came wearing a white monk robe and whose face was immature but extremely handsome.

The rising sun that had just risen poured down the warm sun of early spring, covering his white monk robe with a layer of gold, which looked like a fairy exiled from the clouds, sacred and inviolable.

She had never seen such a good-looking little monk.

(End of this chapter)