Chaoge City, Wei'anhou's mansion.

Si Yuan sat on the stone chair in the courtyard, thinking about the newly obtained spirit thunder magic and intent, while distracting from the scene inside the courtyard.

I saw Yan Lingji, Zhu Zhao, Youying, Gongsun Liji, Ji Wuyou and other women, each with their own children and wandering around.

Enjoy the warm and comfortable late spring sun.

"Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

“Wow…!”

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh….”

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All kinds of baby languages ​​that are incomprehensible are mixed together one after another.

A group of little guys gathered together, laughing and making noise, making the courtyard full of laughter and joy.

Pure innocence seems to cleanse people's hearts.

Just listening to the tender and ignorant babbling made everyone present feel a sense of peace and tranquility, and there were not many distractions and desires in their minds.

The beautiful and delicate faces all had a smile full of maternal love.

Even Gongsun Liji, who was the first to be, looked at her son and daughter, and she felt full of pity and pampering, and she could not give up at all.

I love him very much.

All the thoughts in my mind were abandoned by the birth of my son and daughter and chose to temporarily forget them.

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In the stone pavilion in the courtyard.

Si Yuan was distracted and followed for a while, and then stopped thinking too much.

Instead, continue to think about your newly acquired spiritual thunder magic and intent.

"This kind of spell was born from an electric eel and can control the power of thunder and lightning."

"It can also increase the amplitude and complement each other with the Taoist techniques and wind and rhythm that I have mastered, and greatly enhance the combat ability to adapt to various environments."

"After all, in nature, there is not always wind flowing."

"Even some enemies can confine the flow of the wind."

"And independently controlling lightning means that you can use the characteristics of lightning to create wind by yourself anytime and anywhere, so that the rhythm of wind will also have an amplification effect."

This kind of magic that can complement each other is what Si Yuan attaches importance to at present.

But it does not mean that he will give up other countermeasures.

"Yin and Yang are combined, and they will naturally return and reunite, and there will be retribution when there is life."

"Everything in nature hunts and restrains each other, but also lives on each other, and finally forms this huge ecosystem that can independently revolve and deduce evolution."

"So does it mean that the natural ecosystem itself is a unique way of transcendence."

"Can you last forever without fear of the Dharma-Ending Age?"

This idea and idea is an important thing that Si Yuan has been thinking about after discovering the secrets of the Dharma-Ending Age.

After all, this is about his future.

He was not willing to accompany the intensification of the Dharma-Ending Age, and became an ordinary life form little by little, contrary to immortality.

"In the future, we need to study and explore the essence of Tai Chi Yin and Yang."

"Yinyang and Taoism are two good reference targets. Perhaps... we can start with Yan Ri."

I recalled the inextricable connection between Xiaoyaozi and Yanri.

Si Yuan felt that at this point, he might be able to plan and extend his tentacles into the Taoist world.

"At present, we should take care of what is happening in front of us first."

"It's impossible to chew too much."

I thought to myself.

Gu Yan

Si Yuan picked up the spiritual thunder magic and intent again and continued to carefully comprehend it.

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On the other side.

Baiyue Mountain Forest, inside that nameless small valley.

Li Yunmeng, who has grown into a young, half-large and delicate girl, is wearing a green long dress and is quietly sitting on the green grass near the river.

The brown bamboo pole was placed beside her.

Shui Ling's clear big eyes are still extremely beautiful, but still empty and unsightly. But even so, it cannot reduce her beauty at all.

Flowers bloom around them.

The fragrance is fragrant and the beauty is striking.

Many colorful butterflies, flying with their wings and lingering among the flowers.

From time to time, she stayed on the side of her fair shoulders, on the bun on her head, etc., letting Li Yunmeng, who sat sideways on the grass by the river and among the flowers, feel the déjà vu like a fairy in the flowers.

"When you have a sword in your heart, everything in this world will be your sword."

"Whether it is you, or other living things."

"Or it's this flowing air..."

The familiar voice of the old white ape floated from the side.

Nowadays, it is still strong and burly, with its muscles all over its body, but the white hair on its surface is becoming more and more dry and silent.

The color is extremely dull, like a dry ball of dry grass.

The old white ape didn't care much about this. It felt that it had lived for a long time, and its long career for hundreds of years had learned too much.

On the basis of wisdom, rich knowledge.

Most anthropologists are not as good as it.

The old white ape came to Li Yunmeng's side, squatted down skillfully, stretched out a big furry beast claw hand, and gently stroked the little girl's head.

"Child, if you can feel her spirituality and resonate with her."

"Then this shepherd bamboo pole will truly become your sword and grow together with you."

Silence for a moment.

Li Yunmeng lowered her little head, hugged her snow-white arms tightly around her knees, and asked in a muffled voice: "Grandpa Bai Yuan, do you know what kind of experience will a person have after he dies?"

"I always feel a strange dream, as if it is real and illusory, hazy."

"But no matter how I try to observe and explore, I can't cross that invisible barrier and can't see the other side of the dream."

"Well, that's it..." The old white ape reached out to rub his hair, occasionally scratching his ears and foreheads, and was a little confused about how to explain to the little girl.

It is not a human, nor has it died.

How does it know what kind of experience a person will have after he dies?

The little girl asked it all at once. After thinking about it, the old white ape noticed the flowers and weeds beside her and suddenly had an idea in her mind.

Then he coughed lightly and opened his mouth to tell the story.

"Spring is here and flowers are in full bloom."

"When spring passes, the flowers that once wither and wither. The petals that drift down fall on the soil and gradually become dirty."

"When the autumn wind swept through, the petals that once decayed and disappeared."

"Mixed with the soil on the ground, without distinguishing each other, you cannot see your true appearance."

"Finally winter comes, the earth is silent, and life is born in death."

"Until the next spring comes, the petals that were once mixed with the soil will be absorbed by their roots and turn into new nutrients."

"It either turns into green weeds, or becomes new bright buds."
Chapter completed!