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Chapter 101 Ice Fire Glazed Heart

A grueling match had just ended when the light rain began to fall again.

Wang Zhengyang smiled and said: "It seems that my pancake cart is useful again. I'm going to sleep. If I don't sleep in this weather, it's a waste of money."

Lin Yue looked at the dark night sky, and there was a drizzle pouring down, beating on the windows and people's hearts.

A mouthful of cold and delicious watermelon, with refreshing coolness, goes straight down the throat, enters the intestines, lungs and heart, and refreshes the whole body.

This is the necessary preparation for him to practice Xuanhuo Kungfu, to get rid of the fire in his heart and transform into a heart of ice.

In the end, the heart of ice and fire glazed glass was tempered.Merging the air of ice and fire into one, the ice blue and fiery red all lose their vitality and form a pure white glazed heart.

Suppress the nature of ice and fire, and gather the power of ice and fire, return to the original, and become the source of mana.

Ice and fire, mutual generation and restraint, complement each other, are independent of each other, and can be unified into a system.

Ice, quenching; fire, melting ice.In the constant struggle, complete the sublimation and transformation.

After Lin Yue introduced the ice water into her body, she lifted the breath of her dantian, forming a small air mass, wrapped in icy cold air.

The air mass swirls and expands continuously. The icy air inside collides outwards, while the fiery air outside continuously digests this icy cold force.

Lin Yue sat cross-legged on the sofa, with her hands pressed in front of her abdomen, her eyes slightly closed, her face solemn, and a battle between heaven and man was going on inside her body.

He had only practiced Xuanhuo Kungfu for a short time, and he couldn't control the range of firepower freely, occasionally icy cold air would leak out.It made him tremble all over, and the chill pierced through his bones, penetrating to the bottom of his heart.

And sometimes the firepower is too strong, and a spark will rise up, burning Lin Yue so hot that she almost screams out.

"Keep the dantian in mind, detached from things, glaciers, sea of ​​fire, all belong to oneself."

A piece of divine and soul information slammed down, like thunder from nine heavens, which made Lin Yue's heart and soul tremble.

"Don't panic! Hold your breath, stay calm, love and hate, love and hatred are all dust, past and present lives are all clouds."

Lin Yue gradually adjusted her breath, and gradually increased the interval between one breath and one breath, expelling the dirty air out of the body, and entering a relatively quiet area inside and outside the body.

In order to sharpen his will and quickly adapt to the rules of practice, he must close the air conditioner and windows when practicing.

The remaining cold air has been exhausted.He can only resist the sweltering heat outside by relying on his protective breath.

The first level of Xuanhuo Gong is to gather fire.Gather the fire of starting a prairie fire, mobilize the energy in the body, and temper the bones.

But Lin Yue has just entered the initial stage of practicing this method. Although it is much better than letting herself fall into the ice cellar and be buried in the sea of ​​fire at the beginning, it is still difficult to control the two opposing forces.

It cannot be done freely and freely.It is often sweating profusely from being stuffed outside the body, and the power of ice-cold is difficult to leak out.And the internal body is fighting with ice and fire, and the five internal organs are tumbling, the torment is unbearable.

After half an hour of fighting between ice and fire, Lin Yue was sweating profusely and almost passed out.But his rough breathing gradually became smoother, and the number of episodes of painful shouts gradually decreased.It is already a kind of progress.

To condense a pure heart of glazed glass, it is not an overnight achievement.It must be tempered by ice and fire in order to perfectly circulate the true energy in the body.Rebuild your own cultivation core.

Duh, spit it out in one breath.Bing Xin struck out like a heavy fist, breaking through the mirror.The firepower dissipated invisible.

The icy cold air permeated the whole body in an instant, allowing the sweat to be absorbed into the pores, and it was immediately refreshing.

He was finally freed from the torment of ice and fire, and his whole body seemed to have collapsed.

But it is this kind of massive consumption that can enter the state faster, and both the body and the breath will undergo earth-shaking changes.

After 3 minutes, everything returned to normal, with no glacier, eternal cold, and no sea of ​​flames.

"Well, that's right. Although your practice days are short, you have outstanding talents. People with ordinary talents can't stand the torment of ice and fire for half an hour. It looks like a middle man."

Shenhun's voice was flat, and although there was a hint of praise, there was no joy at all.Just stating one thing.

"Although it's not as good as an extraordinary person, it's still suitable for practice. As long as you can persevere, work harder, and understand the rules and methods, I believe that within three months, you can condense a pure white glazed heart."

"Ah!? Really? I can condense the heart of glazed glass?" Lin Yue obviously did not expect that Shenhun had such a high evaluation and estimate of herself.

"The way to practice is to be diligent, and then to understand. Difficult is difficult, and easy is easy. It may be a long journey, or it may be difficult for a lifetime." Shenhun's voice is deep and vicissitudes, as if there are many past events in his heart.

Lin Yue didn't want to ask too much. For him, he was not that keen on practicing. He was just working hard with the mentality of being content with the situation, and he didn't hope for any high achievements.

After some breathing, his body was refreshed a lot. After drinking a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, he lay down peacefully on the wide bed and entered the state of sleep and visualization.

When Lin Yue was not practicing, the spirit would force him to sleep and drive away all evil spirits for him.

And as Lin Yue cultivated some foundations, the six senses were opened for him, allowing him to continue to sharpen in his dreams.

Of course, the soul does not completely let Lin Yue solve the problem by himself, he will always guard Lin Yue's soul, and if there is any infection by the power of evil spirits, he will immediately expel it to ensure that Lin Yue is safe and sound.

The state of mind is an obstacle that practitioners must overcome.Only those with a firm and strong heart and soul can go further on the road of practice.

If the heart is upright and determined, it is possible to break through difficulties, transcend the ordinary and become holy, and reach the legendary realm of eternal ascension.

If the mind is obsessed with evil nature, it may fall into the devil's way, forever, and eventually become the greatest evil in the world, leaving a reputation forever.

Late at night, everything is silent, and invisible battles between souls and souls are starting in countless rooms.

The cold wind blew down, leaves fell all over the ground, and in the corner of the dark street, curled up a man in rags, barefoot, hugging his body, shivering.

He is not a beggar, he is a frustrated man fleeing for refuge.He traveled thousands of miles just to seek justice.

He bears the lives of tens of thousands of disaster victims, and he wants to prove that the teachings of saints are still useful in a corrupt world.

He firmly believes that evil prevails over good, and justice is at ease in the hearts of the people.This is also the pillar on which he endured hunger, was hunted down, and was still alive.

He is waiting for the dawn, waiting for a person, waiting for an axiom.

"Master Li, do you still remember 'the sea is broad and the wind is the sail, the sky is high and the man is the peak'?" the thin and shabby man knelt in front of a big green woolen sedan chair and asked loudly.

"Oh, are you Zhang Lun, a commoner scholar in Tai'an?" A loud inquiry came from the sedan chair.

"My lord, I was born late. Today, I risked my life to stop the sedan chair. I have suffered a great injustice. I hope that my lord will be the master for the tens of thousands of victims." Zhang Lun said anxiously.

"Come here, bring him back to the mansion for further discussion." There were so many people talking on the street, it was indeed inconvenient to ask further questions.

A few days later, Li Kaijiang, the inspector censor, was ordered to inspect the disaster situation in Shandong. Through open and unannounced visits, he uprooted the black and corrupt forces of 38 officials headed by Shandong governor Wang Yun.They worked together and withheld funds and food for disaster relief, which not only failed to ease the disaster, but also increased the number of displaced people.

Wherever he went, there were many mourners and horrific sights.Master Li gritted his teeth and resented.

With tears in his eyes, he comforted the victims, set up a porridge market, and sent supplies to the victims. He did not escort the prisoners back to Beijing until the disaster situation eased.

He and Zhang Lun formed a deep teacher-student friendship during the course of the visit.In the dark sky, find a little light.

Unexpectedly, when approaching the capital, a sudden change occurred, and a group of masked thieves stabbed Mr. Li with knives.

Zhang Lun sacrificed himself to block the knife and died. Master Li's left arm was cut off. Fortunately, the guards resisted desperately and managed to break through to save his life.

Mr. Li was disheartened, knowing that this corruption of money for disaster relief might involve bigger figures, which he could not shake.

He didn't return to the imperial court, anyway, others would think he was already a dead man. At nightfall, he sneaked back to the valley where Zhang Lun was ambushed, found Zhang Lun lost, and walked away with two loyal guards.

Many years later, in an ancient temple deep in the mountains, the bells sounded far away.The abbot, who was already wearing cassocks and had become a monk, sat down and left.The left sleeve is empty, fluctuating with the wind.

No one knows that he was once a just official, a helpless benevolent man.

Zhang Lun's soul is condensed, he has been down all his life, but never surrendered.It is the most fortunate thing in his life to meet an elder who takes the common people as his own responsibility as a teacher.

Even if he died for him and dedicated himself to justice, he has no regrets.

This is his value.It is also his persistent pursuit.

One dream, one world, one mind, one Bodhi.Understanding the true meaning of life and awakening the sleeping soul makes Lin Yue seem to be completely reborn and enlightened.

Waking up from a dream, the world is much clearer.Recalling the daily chores around me, I smiled and stopped worrying.

The heart is open and the world is wide. At this time, the things in the world have been clearly seen, and they are no longer complicated and entangled.

(End of this chapter)