Those memories kept coming back, making Ning Fan gradually realize something, and he looked thoughtfully at the green pine tree in the magic talisman.

He thought of the snow in Qimei City, the cold plum blossoms blooming in the snow, with the warmth of home, like a brand, deeply engraved into his bones and blood...

He thought of the old Mingluo tree in the ghost tomb of the Ghost Bird Sect, and of the bamboo sea in the tree world. In the hollow bamboo, there was also a deep and deep love...

He thought of the immortal tree in the ruins of the ancient heaven. This tree was born because he burned his wings, but it also withered because he saved people... Under the immortal tree, he had fought in his past life and in this life.

We have so many enemies, why bother fighting...

He thought of the willow tree he saw in the Blood Realm of the Killing Palace. It was planted by Jumen when he was a young boy. He had enlightened to the Tao under the tree for thousands of years.

sigh...

This is loose, wrong...

In his life, he had too many memories related to trees, but among them, there were no memories of pine trees...

Although the green pine in this magic talisman contains extremely profound insights about wood, these insights are all the insights of others.

Relying on his incredible understanding, Ning Fan can learn from others' insights and integrate them into his own magic talisman, but he cannot take away the emotions in others' hearts and integrate them into them...

Just like, he could imitate Mu Si and draw the shadow of Little April into his magic talisman, but he couldn't draw Mu Si's unforgettable feelings for Little April...

Why can Mu Si's Buddhist talisman exert some power in his palm, but other tree spirits cannot do this?

Is it because within this Buddhist talisman, there is Mu Si's deepest heartbeat...

Heartbeat...heartbeat...

Ning Fan frowned, his magic talisman lacked the heartbeat...

"The palm positioning method taught to Mu Si by Taoist Mu Song is called the ruthless method... The first step requires merging the deepest heartbeat and Taoist understanding and drawing them into the Buddhist talisman. The second step seems to be

It is necessary to completely erase the heartbeat from the bottom of the heart, so as to reach a state of nothingness where the heartbeat turns into cessation... The approximate steps seem to be like this. I have never used this method, and I can only guess based on it..."

"Mu Si can make his heart move, but he can't destroy his heart... He can exert a bit of power in his palm, but he can't have his own void in his palm... If I were him, I would probably be able to animate my heart into the magic talisman, but

, I probably won’t be able to destroy my heart…”

"Humans are not grass and trees. How can we be ruthless? If we really achieve the state of being emotionless, we will not be considered human... Taoist Mu Song's method may help me step by step to master the throne, but this method is not suitable for me after all... And I

I always feel that this method still has flaws, and I can’t say what the specific flaws are at the moment..."

"If I were Mu Si, I would retain the heartbeat in the magic talisman, but I would never erase the original heartbeat..."

Ning Fan's vision gradually became clearer, and he raised his hand to correct the patterns in the magic talisman one by one.

The pine tree was erased by him and replaced by a tree that carried the memory of his monastic life.

That is a cold and independent plum!

Plum instead of pine, the strokes of the magic talisman have not changed, but the feeling is different. The plum seems to contain thousands of deep feelings, enough to arouse the resonance of the viewer...

"Plum blossoms carry the warm memories of the place where I practiced Taoism. Where there are plum blossoms, there is a home. No matter how long I wander, I am never alone..."

Wu Laoba and others were all stunned. They only felt that the plum tree newly painted by Ning Fan had an unspeakable mystery. What it was exactly, but they couldn't tell...

Adding more strokes is just a quantitative change; going from pine to plum is a qualitative change.

Mu Si stared blankly at the plum tree in Ning Fan's magic talisman. Only he could see some clues. The plum tree was integrated with Ning Fan's emotions, but there was no sadness in that emotion...

Only, warmth…

In this warmth, there may have been bitter memories, such as the old devil, his parents, Ning Gu...

However, looking back on the past, Ning Fan felt no sadness in his heart. This was something Mu Si could not do no matter what he did now.

Plum replaced pine, and the strokes of the magic talisman are still 178. However, compared with the previous magic talisman, the power of the wooden principles contained in it is much stronger, and there is a hint of palm power spreading vaguely.

According to Taoist Mu Song's method, by integrating the heartbeat into the magic talisman, you can cultivate a trace of power in the palm position. If the heart is destroyed, you can completely cultivate the void in the palm position...

Ning Fan can easily do it.

Ning Fan can realize the difficulty of losing his heart. It cannot be achieved overnight, and he doesn't want to do it.

In this plum blossom, there are his deepest feelings. To erase these feelings and thoughts is contrary to his Taoist heart. Without these feelings and thoughts, maybe he will be successful in the Tao, but he will no longer be who he is.

He doesn't care whether his heart is destroyed or not. What he wants to do at this moment is to blend his heartbeat and insights into the magic talisman.

The wooden avenue became clearer and clearer in front of his eyes. Following the path he came from, he seemed to...see his own wooden avenue...

"What is wood? Wood is the root of the five elements. If a tree has no roots, it cannot survive. If a person has no roots, then he has no home..."

Ning Fan stared at the plum tree in the magic talisman, and in that plum tree, he found his roots.

His roots are in the Rain Realm, in the Yue Kingdom, in Qimei City, in countless windy and snowy days...

His tree road is also a root, without roots, without other...

Wu Laoba was confused. He seemed to see the memory of his childhood home in the plum tree painted by Ning Fan.

He thought of the earthen house in his hometown, the big mulberry tree in the yard, and that year, he was just a boy in a mountain village. He had never practiced Taoism, had never killed anyone, was not full of bad habits, and did not have a reputation that shocked the world.

, but there is... home...

Countless dusk evenings, he sat under the mulberry tree outside the earthen house, waiting for his father and mother to drive the donkey cart back from the city, waiting for his father to lift him high, waiting for his mother to wash his hands and cook...

His face has been blurred in his memory and cannot be seen clearly. But there are some things that are engraved in his bones. No matter how many years pass, he will never forget it...

"Hu baby, are you hungry?"

"The weather is getting cold, is my son cold?"

"...When mother saves more money, she will make a new coat for my son..."

There were tears in Wu Laoba's eyes. He had walked on the lonely road of cultivation for 34 million years for so long that he had forgotten that he once had a family. As fierce and cunning as he was, he actually had a soft heart in his heart.

This place cannot be bullied or touched by anyone.

Zen Master Songguo was also confused. Looking at the plum tree pattern, he also thought of the tree in his hometown. He thought of his home before he started practicing Taoism. He thought of his mother who stayed up late lighting oil lamps to bring himself new shoes. He thought of those instructions.

…

"My son has made a career. As soon as the Chinese New Year is over, he will go to the city to study... When you go out, don't be reluctant to give up money, don't worry about your family, and listen to Master's words..."

What happened later...

Later, he entered a school in the city and studied hard for four years. Later, he caught up with the war, and then, his mother was gone, and his family was gone...

His heart was filled with despair, and he escaped into Buddhism. By chance, he embarked on the road of cultivation, and cultivated all the way to the realm of immortals. Today, in the Dongtian cultivation world, he stamps his foot, and the sky will tremble. He is already in a high position, but he has already lost his power.

I forgot where my mother’s grave was buried…

As a monk, he actually felt guilty and...sad...

The tree has roots, does he also have roots?

Each of the Mudao disciples looked confused, thinking of the trees in their hometown and the yellowed but vivid figures in their memories of their hometown...

"What has this child realized? There is such a powerful power that can make a group of cultivators sink into it!"

Mu Si was a little shocked.

A thousand people understand the Way of Wood, and there are a thousand different ways. For example, Mu Qi sees pine needles, Mu Six sees the sound of pine trees, and Mu Wu sees pine grains...

What did Ning Fan see?

I don’t know!

There is no superior or inferior Tao, but there is a difference between strong and weak!

Obviously, the Avenue of Wood that Ning Fan realized has begun to take shape, and is very close to the origin of the Avenue of Wood. Otherwise, it would be impossible to generate such a powerful force and arouse the resonance of the group of cultivators!

After the shock, there was deep sadness.

In a daze, Mu Si seemed to see that bright and charming little girl walking towards him step by step, chattering to him non-stop.

He is a child of grass and trees, has no parents, no family, and has never experienced the feeling of warmth. Only little April has brought him the warmth of a human being...

Facing Little April, he didn't dare to be affectionate, but he couldn't be ruthless either...

He had already forgotten the warmth that Little April had brought to him, but Ning Fan's magic talisman brought back all the memories...

With her, you have a home to rely on; without her, you have no home...

Human beings are not grass and trees. Who can be ruthless? He cannot destroy his heart. He cannot...

"Wood is the Great Way. With wood as the root, you can derive the Way of Pine, the Way of Plum, and the Way of Bamboo... All trees in the world are subordinate to this Way... If you want to understand such a great way, you must find a point as a breakthrough.

…”

"Qimei is my root. Extending along this root, I saw more trees, like shadows, lined up behind me... These trees carry the memories of my journey. Only by integrating these memories into my understanding

Among them, this plum tree is complete..."

Ning Fan continued to raise his hand, and with a few strokes on the magic talisman, he drew the shadow of the ancient Mingluo tree, and next to the Mingluo tree, he also drew the shadow of a sea of ​​bamboo.

There is a soul in the hollow bamboo, and the soul takes root in the heart of the bamboo. The root of the soul and the heart of the bamboo are inseparable...

Ning Fan thought of Mingfen, Mingque, Sanyao Muluo, and the past when he roamed the tree world...

The strokes of the magic talisman keep increasing.

179 paintings, 180 paintings, 181 paintings... 198 paintings!
To be continued...