Chapter 200 Mystery

Xiao Yiyu's steps slowed down with the sound of the piano, and a peaceful smile appeared on his face, as if he was extremely comfortable, his smile became sweeter and sweeter, as if he had recalled the happiest thing in the world.

At this moment, Xiao Yiyumuran woke up in a cold sweat. Just now, he had lost his original heart without realizing it and was influenced by external objects. This was a taboo for practitioners.

The piano still did not stop, but at this time the beautiful sound was like a snake and a scorpion to Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi drove away the sound that kept seeping into his ears, walked forward step by step, turned a few bends, and what entered Xiao Yi's eyes was a waterfall three hundred feet high. The sound of the rumbling water hitting the deep pool was endless. Xiao Yi's eyes turned to the cliff opposite the waterfall, but a pavilion was supported from the cliff. In the pavilion, a middle-aged man dressed in a scholar was stroking the guqin in front. The quiet sound was heard from then on, and the huge roar could not cover the sound of the piano at all.

After Xiao Yi turned the corner, the scholar smiled faintly and said, "Young Master, listen to me playing the previous song, how about it?" Xiao Yi had seen this person, who was the third generation disciple of the Qingxuan Sect, and his cultivation had entered the Xuan Realm.

Xiao Yi smiled, sat down on the rock beside him, and said, "Please!"

The scribe stopped talking, raised his hand gently and started playing on the piano.

As the sound of the piano sounded, it was excited and high, like a golden sword and an iron horse, as if it was the power to penetrate a golden cave. At the moment, Xiao Yi felt that there was only one sound between heaven and earth, and his ear drum was broken, and his mind was blank.

The sound of the piano became more and more intense. There seemed to be countless sharp needles in Xiao Yiyu's head, and his headache was about to break. However, Xiao Yiyu gradually calmed down from that.

The domain barrier suddenly opened, but Xiao Yi was a little shocked to find that this domain barrier that formed a world could not stop the ear-piercing magic sound. He suddenly realized that the piano sound did not come from outside, but from his own heart, and everything was just an illusion of his own mind.

As a result, Xiao Yi thought of a way to deal with it. He just thought that this sound was a demon in his heart, put it aside, ignored it, his heart was like a rock, and he was left unmoved by the strong wind and waves.

At this time, the sound of the piano changed and was almost inaudible. It appeared and the mystery of movement and stillness existed in it. When it was hidden, everything was silent and the heaven and earth lost its vitality.

Now, it is like flowing water passing through the bluestone, like the breeze stroking across the hills, revealing infinite warmth in the gentleness.

Between movement and stillness, Xiao Yiyu's mind seemed to be traction, but with the lessons of the past, Xiao Yiyu would never be fooled again, and only firmly guarded the Tao heart, and the heart is beyond words.

The sound of the piano has changed again and again, family, love, friendship, and all kinds of worldly connections echo Xiao Yi's heart. All kinds of grudges, love and hatred have surged up together in the past, impacting Xiao Yi's defense line.

Sweat came out from Xiao Yiyu's forehead, and his body trembled slightly, which showed that he was under tremendous pressure. For practitioners, immortal energy was nothing, there was spiritual objects. If there was time, it could recover, and the soul was nothing.

Slowly nourish and heal, he can recover even if he suffers severe damage. However, once his mood is broken, the cultivation level will not advance but retreat instead. In severe cases, the Taoist foundation will be destroyed and he will fall into a state of endless disaster.

Xiao Yi was in the Huandi Immortal Formation of Zeng Huandi Immortal Formation and Heart Road. Although he did not have the merits of perfection, he could not easily break it.

Half an hour passed, and the sound of the piano finally subsided. Xiao Yi's breathing gradually calmed down, and his expression gradually calmed down. After a moment, Xiao Yi opened his eyes, and his eyes flashed, returning to normal again.

The scholar had already put away the Yaoqin and stood beside him. Seeing Xiao Yi woke up, he stretched out and said, "Please, Young Master!" He waved his hand and came out. The void broke through the pavilion, forming a doorway. It turned out that this prescription was the road to the mountain.

Xiao Yi bowed to the scholar and said, "Thank you!" He walked towards the pavilion, and at this time he noticed that there were three words written on the pavilion - Dixin Pavilion.

Passing through the portal, Xiao Yi's nose smelled of flowers, butterflies were flying, many birds showed their singing voices on the branches, and some fairy birds were combing their feathers leisurely by the stream next to him.

On a huge bluestone, an old man sat cross-legged. In front of him was a huge chess board, but it was Go. There was a pavilion opposite the old man's ground, but no one was there. After seeing it, he didn't say much and pointed to the seat.

Xiao Yi was stunned at first, then smiled, took a slight step, stepped up, clicked the pillow and sat on it, twisted a white chess placed next to him and smiled: "Please!"

The old man didn't refuse, and put it in the middle with a white zi. Xiao Yiyu also dropped a piece of it casually. After the old man took a step and looked at Xiao Yiyu with a smile.

Playing chess is about deduction, and every word is wrong and all the game is lost, and Go is the most important thing.

For ordinary people, they mostly start from the corner star position, because with their ability, this is the most stable strategy, and for immortals, it is a different matter, using their supreme magical power to achieve infinite changes.

I often hear people say that immortals can know five hundred years ago and five hundred years later. But these people are not without them. They can rely on knowledge before, and then they rely on this deduction technique. The superiors use their own hearts to understand the heavenly hearts and seek the secrets in the dark. The middle one uses the present to promote the future changes of all things, which is the art of using the human heart to demonstrate the heavenly hearts.

The lower ones use ancient methods of the predecessors to do it by relying on artifacts and magic. However, the upper ones can encounter but cannot be sought, and the middle ones cannot be done without great magic power. Therefore, the immortals in the world often use divination techniques to show good and bad luck.

The first step is to create something out of nothing, and it doesn’t matter how good or bad it is. The second step for the old man is to go down at will. One of the reasons is that he is unwilling to take advantage of the opportunity.

The chessboard was interlaced with forty-one straight lines. After the second step, the changes were only a billion. Xiao Yi only deduced dozens of steps and became confused in his head. This calculation was the most laborious, so he had to take another step at will.

The old man observed his words and expressions and knew that Xiao Yi was in a situation. He smiled faintly and took another step at will. Xiao Yi was not a fool. He knew that there were too many changes at the beginning. Even if he devoted himself to calculating his cultivation, he would be a lot of mistakes. Moreover, if he spent too much effort at this time, he would be afraid that he would be defeated but not win later.

The shadow of the hand shook on the chessboard, and forty or fifty pieces were already laid on the chessboard. These pieces were scattered and scattered in the chessboard.

Xiao Yi stopped first, and after a while, a son was left behind. The old man also stopped and calculated for a long time.

The two of them made a move slower and slower.

The sky became dark and bright, and it became dark. After dozens of days, there were nearly a hundred black pieces on the chessboard of the two. They had not yet fallen a piece for half a day. Xiao Yi frowned at this time. Although the winner was not discussed at this time, he had consumed too much of his mental strength, and he was afraid that he could not hold on for a long time. He could walk a few more. Although the changes in the chessboard were getting less and less, Xiao Yi could only barely calculate more than fifty steps. His mental strength had begun to deplete, and the old man still smiled, as if he was extremely relaxed.

Xiao Yi closed his eyes for a moment. After opening his eyes, there seemed to be countless mysteries hidden in his eyes, which were unpredictable. He stood up and bowed and said, "Yi Yi is willing to pay a disadvantage! Thank you for your advice from the elders!"

The old man stood up and smiled and said, "Young master, you are polite. You can understand such a small skill at that time, and it is not worth mentioning! Please come here!" Another void appeared in the door.

After crossing the door and moving forward soon, on the road ahead, there was a piece of white jade, one high and two meters high and three meters wide, next to it, a stone table, and a middle-aged man in green clothes, leisurely grinding ink. Xiao Yi walked closer, so he placed the ink aside, and an iron bamboo appeared in his hand as a pole, and the tail hair of the fairy beast in the field was as a pen tip.

The man picked up his pen and started writing quickly. Large seal scripts the size of a fly head were formed from top to bottom, from left to right. Although the font was small, it had the power of flying dragons and phoenixes.

Xiao Yi had already understood that the purpose of these several people came, one to test himself, and the other to teach him the wonderful methods. Xiao Yi believed that there must be a mystery in this.

After a closer look, Xiao Yi was surprised. He once heard that Wang Xizhi wrote a pampered version, and the worker cut it, and the pen was three points deep. Now, this man was writing in jade. How could the ink be in the pen and ink be in the stone? The jade two feet thicker was penetrated. Based on Xiao Yi's cultivation, it can be judged accurately. This ink is average. This man did not use any mysterious method, and even the immortal essence had not moved. Xiao Yi had no doubts. Even if this man lost his entire body cultivation, this could be the same!

What Xiao Yi was really surprised was not just this matter, but the words written on the stone tablet, because the characters written were one character, which was a mysterious character. Each of these mysterious characters was the same, without any difference, and even the depth of the stone was the same. However, each gave Xiao Yi a different feeling. This feeling was difficult to explain or explain. Once you gather your mind and carefully distinguish it, it felt that there was a word that was not there.

What is going on? Xiao Yi can't understand.

At this moment, the man suddenly chanted: "The Tao can be told, it is extraordinary. The name can be called, it is extraordinary. The name is called the beginning of the world; the name is called the mother of all things. Therefore, there is always nothing, and I want to observe its wonder; there is always something, and I want to observe its consequences.

These two are both named but have different names, and are called Xuan. Mysterious and mysterious, the door of all wonders. "As soon as the word "door fell, the man bowed his hand towards Xiao Yiyu and turned around and floated away.

Xiao Yi looked at the man leaving in shock, and then focused his eyes on the stone tablet. In the first chapter of the Tao Te Ching, Xiao Yi was so familiar with it that he could recite it backwards. In his spare time, he also thought carefully and realized it with the evidence of the Dharma he had practiced, but it seemed to have a deep meaning at this time.

Xiao Yi looked at the countless tiny mysterious words on the jade, muttering to the Tao Te Ching, and there seemed to be a vague feeling in his heart that was stretched out in his heart, unable to explain it clearly, as if Xiao Yi saw the birth of the heaven and earth and realized the truth.

Day and night, and for dozens of days, Xiao Yi never moved the corner of his clothes.

Suddenly, a smile appeared and his eyes returned to normal again. At this time, his breath was completely retracted. He had never used any skills and was no different from that ordinary person. He shook his head and smiled, "The Tao is not to be spoken, so why should I say it? It's so mysterious.
Chapter completed!