The rain stopped and fell, and the sky brightened and darkened.
The clothes on his body were soaked by the rain and dried by the warm wind. The snail on the ground climbed up to his shoes with great difficulty, but it accidentally rolled down and disappeared.
Fang Yan had been standing in front of the vat for seven days!
He could not feel the wind and rain, nor could he feel the cold or hunger.
His body had entered a very subtle state, like a sleeping bag filled with oxygen, or a room with burning charcoal in a world of ice and snow.
It was warm, comfortable, and relaxed.
At first, his thoughts were very chaotic. Countless thoughts emerged, and countless information gathered. It was clear who was the enemy and who was the friend. Small-scale fights and large-scale killings emerged one after another —
When his head could no longer support itself, when he felt that his body was about to explode, everything quieted down.
His mind became a sea of clouds. The white clouds drifted and changed infinitely.
Then the scenery suddenly changed, and the sea of clouds turned into a boundless ocean. The ocean was divided into two poles, one as black as ink, and the other as white as snow.
The black pole and the white pole collided with each other. The black pole wanted to swallow the white pole, and the white pole wanted to assimilate the black pole.
The waves were turbulent, and the waves splashed.
The two big fish were like helpless puppets, pushed to the white pole one moment, and then rolled to the black pole the next.
Suddenly, the black pole and the white pole began to spin, and the boundless ocean became a crazily spinning vortex.
The vortex spun faster and faster, and finally became a pitch-black black hole that could swallow everything.
The wind howled, the rain poured, lightning flashed, and thunder rumbled. The whole world seemed like it was about to collapse.
After an unknown period of time.
Huo —
When everything stopped, the world returned to its tranquility.
The black and white poles were torn apart, and then they slowly rotated clearly.
A big fish was at the black pole, and a big fish was at the white pole. They struggled desperately, trying to break out of the cage, but no matter how hard they tried, they could not meet again.
This was the power of nature, the law of the Heavenly Dao.
When the first ray of morning light cut through the darkness, when the beautiful bird sang its first song.
When the flowers bloomed, when the dew dripped on the leaves —
Fang Yan finally moved.
He crossed his legs and put on an authentic Fang Plum Blossom Stance.
He bent his body slightly, opened his arms, and hugged the two circles. Then, a set of fluent Fang Tai Chi flowed out continuously.
Sometimes it was fast, sometimes it was slow, sometimes it was as light as the clouds, sometimes it was as powerful as a thunderbolt.
Sometimes she moved up and down, sometimes she was as still as a virgin.
White steam rose from the top of its head, and the water in the tank was boiling.
The faster Fang Yan hit, the more violently the water in the vat rolled. From time to time, Pisces would jump out of the water and spit bubbles in the air.
Fang Yan sensed the changes in his Dantian. The Heart of Taiji, which was silent like death at times and burning like fire at other times, once again reacted.
It was still hot, even hotter than it had been before. It was as if his abdomen had become a furnace, and that furnace was about to burn a big hole in his stomach.
But Fang Yan clearly knew that this was a release. As long as the silent furnace was ignited, the charcoal and the fire energy left in the dantian were completely burned away, the volcano would truly be extinguished.
Right now, it was in the process of burning. He was willing to bear this pain because it was benign and had hope.
When Fang Yan slowed down his rhythm, the boiling water seemed to freeze, and the active Pisces sank to the bottom.
The Plum Blossom Steps were like plum blossoms. As Fang Yan's body moved, countless plum blossoms bloomed.
When Fang Yan finished practicing the Fang Nineteen Paths of Taiji and stopped his breathing, the water tank was filled with smoke, like a celestial palace.
Water overflowed from the vat, and it flowed endlessly.
The Water Overflow State!
Fang Yan's eyes were closed, but there was an intoxicated smile on his face.
Fang Yan's clothes were not stained with dust. Fang Yan's face was glowing.
He was dressed in a green robe, and looked handsome, like a banished immortal.
At this moment, the worry that the Jiang family was pressing on him disappeared in a flash, and the ruthlessness from his father's tragic death completely disappeared.
The sky was bright, and the courtyard was filled with birds and flowers.
The snail that disappeared crawled out from the damp corner, and once again headed towards Fang Yan's shoes.
Fang Yan opened his eyes. His pupils were clear and pure, and his cheeks were as tender as a baby's, as if he had just been reborn.
"Congratulations." An untimely voice suddenly rang out.
Fang Yan turned around and looked at his Shifu, Tian Jizi, who was standing at the arched door of the courtyard. He bowed 90 degrees to him and sincerely thanked him: "Thank you, Shifu, for giving me a new lease of life."
"The water overflows endlessly, and the vital energy never ceases." Tian Jizi looked at the water tank that was still overflowing and sighed: "You have done something that no one from the Taiji branch has been able to do for hundreds of years. This is a great merit. "
Fang Yan smiled and said: "I didn't think too much before doing this. I only thought that if I could enter the Water Overflow State, then I would be able to protect myself and my family better. "
"Small things are big things." Tian Jizi stepped into the door and said: "If I can protect myself and my family, then I can protect everyone in the world."
Fang Yan smiled and didn't argue with his Shifu about this. He had already said that he wouldn't accept such a heavy responsibility. However, within the scope of his power, he would act against those who were evil, and he would stop those who were attacking.
He didn't want to become a famous hero, but he didn't mind being a good person with a sense of justice.
Perhaps his name wouldn't be engraved on the stone wall of Swallow Dock, but he would definitely be remembered by his descendants.
"There are so many things I didn't expect." Tian Jizi looked at Fang Yan. There was surprise in his eyes, but even more shock. "When I first saw you, I didn't expect you to be able to stand here. When you stood here, I didn't expect you to enter the Divinity state so quickly. After you entered the Divinity state, I didn't expect you to break through so quickly. Seven days. You only used seven days to face death and come back to life. Your body was cleansed, your thoughts became one, and you obtained the supreme Dao. Fang Yan, you are the first person in history to do so. "
Seeing Fang Yan's puzzled expression, Tian Jizi smiled and explained: "321 years ago, Crazy Taoist Priest Jing Xin used 111 days to break the ice. 239 years ago, Swift Sword Scholar used 136 days to solve the puzzle. 167 years ago, Lady Hong Hua of the Western Region used 298 days to melt the ice. 31 years ago, Dragon God Mo Di used 97 days to comprehend the Dao. A few days ago, everyone was joking and guessing how long you would stay here. Some guessed half a year, some guessed 100 days. Because we are master and disciple, I always have more confidence in you. However, my answer is two months. "
Tian Jizi's expression was somewhat self-deprecating. He said: "I didn't expect you to not wake up after entering meditation. I visited every day and waited outside the arched door. It wasn't that I didn't have greater expectations, but I was worried that my expectations would be too high and I would be disappointed. What I didn't expect was that you still succeeded. Furthermore, you only used seven days. "
Fang Yan once again bowed to his master, Tian Jizi, and said gratefully: "Thank you for your concern and protection, Master. Without you, I wouldn't be where I am today. "
Tian Jizi raised his horsetail whisk and said: "Come with me. The Sect Master wants to see you. "
"Yes, Master" Fang Yan answered.
The first time Fang Yan saw the Sect Master of Taichong, he felt a sense of familiarity.
After breaking through, he could feel the depth of the Sect Master of Taichong's cultivation, as well as the neutral and peaceful aura he naturally exuded.
This was a kind and benevolent old man with a pair of eyes that could see through everything. Standing in front of him, Fang Yan felt like he was naked and transparent, with no secrets to hide.
The old man's eyes were deep and pure. His pupils were black, and the whites of his eyes were as white as paper. There was no yellowish hue, nor were there any traces of blood. His eyes didn't seem like the eyes of an old man.
With a gentle smile on his face, the old man looked up and down at Fang Yan, then smiled and said: "Heroes come from the young, this saying is indeed true."
Fang Yan knelt down in front of the old man and spoke with a clear voice: "Thank you, Sect Master."
"Get up. Get up. " The old man waved his hand and smiled: "At my age, what I fear the most is people bowing and kowtowing to me. When others kneel, it makes me feel like I'm already very old and won't be able to live much longer. Just look, who wants to have this kind of worry? "
"The Sect Master has seen through life and death, why would he care about these superficial things?"
The old man shook his head, looked at Fang Yan with a firm gaze, and said: "In this world, are there really people who have seen through life and death?"
"— —" This question really stumped Fang Yan. Whether it's the peasants, the nobles, or the Emperors, or people who practice martial arts like them, who isn't afraid of death?
"There's no need to think about it, there isn't a single one." "Those who say they aren't afraid of death are all liars. They either lie to others, or lie to themselves — they are dishonest. "
Fang Yan nodded, and said: "The Sect Master is right. I am afraid of death. And because I am afraid of death, I work so hard to improve myself — — so that I won't be bullied by bad people, and not afraid of being killed by bad people. "
"Being afraid of death is also wrong." The Sect Master corrected Fang Yan's thoughts. "Only with loyalty can there be betrayal, only with insignificance can there be greatness. Only with spring and flowers blooming can there be ice and snow, only with death can there be life — — being afraid of death and seeking life, this is not a mistake. But, if you are only afraid of death, then it's easy to become a coward and lose your backbone. This path is absolutely not to be taken. "
Fang Yan bowed in acknowledgement and said, "I have learned something."
The Sect Master looked at Fang Yan, and said: "You've already reached the Water Overflow State, and become a rare expert in this world — — what do you want to do next?"
Fang Yan thought about it, then looked at the Sect Master with an extremely sincere gaze, and said with a powerful voice: "Go home and get a wife."
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