Rain not only waters the earth, but also cleanses people's hearts.

Unlike the miserable rain on the Red Maple Island, even if the rain on Chixia Mountain is so urgent, it can make people feel moisturized. It is just different from the heavy rain during the day. The night rain brings the woman's taste, either gentle, shrill, or vaguely.

Chen Feng only heard the sound of the heavy rain in the sky, but could not see his appearance. This boundless night enveloped all the sins and beauty in the world.

All the disciples on the peak, the Y flower demon, Fang Lian, who was imprisoned in the cold pool, and the wronged souls who had long died, were they thinking and doing in the rain?

Chen Feng silently felt the star and moon beads in the sky, the stone statues on three sides and the y beads, and felt the secret power in his body constantly speeding up the operation under the influence of the sound of rain.

The cold energy in Xuanyd is almost infinite, which is infinite secret power for Chen Feng. Cultivating quietly and silently activates the secret power, the cultivation level will increase. This is probably the simplest and easiest practice in the secret world.

I don’t know who invented the secret techniques and various ways of cultivation. Chen Feng has always maintained a kind of worship of the ancient sages who created various civilizations.

Since knowing the existence of Confucian martial arts, Chen Feng involuntarily began to think about the existence of heaven and earth and the survival of all spirits. These insights often listen to thunder in silence, which gave Chen Feng a lot of help.

Is there only eternal interests in the secret world? Chen Feng’s answer has long been no, although many people regard it as a criterion.

The secret person is not a puppet, he just fights and kills, and he should also have feelings. No matter where his cultivation level comes in the future, looking back at the past, he has many feelings, regrets and tastes, and the water is melting. Throughout history, time has changed, but human nature has always been the same.

Looking back on his uneven life, Chen Feng found that for a long time, family affection supported him through. Now, he is alone, but family affection remains unchanged and warmth remains unchanged. Looking back on the past every day is not just a adjustment after practicing, but also a state of mind, which can vent and express his emotions in a timely manner.

Chen Feng envies those who like to read. No matter whether the room is simple or not, facing pages of ink-scented pages, thinking about the scene of ancient people reading at night with lights, or adding fragrance to red sleeves, or heavy snow on the door, all kinds of thoughts arise in their hearts for no reason. Spring is warm, but people don’t know that when reading, they occasionally turn green insects on the lamp, so that they can feel the slight wind outside the window, and face the slight fire that often rises in their hearts, they can’t help but feel a lot of emotion.

Although he couldn't come, his heart yearned for it. Although he didn't read much, Chen Feng is now paying more and more attention to ancient books, allusions, poems and essays. In simple pages and ancient words, he heard the pulse of history. The secret techniques that had been passed down from time to time seemed to flow automatically into a river that traveled through time and space. At this time, Chen Feng could casually outline a few characters in his mind and see them interpret a lingering story under the stars of history. Sometimes, Chen Feng couldn't help but be moved by the plot he imagined, sighing at the pain and misfortune of life, but his enthusiasm for life was overflowing.

When Chen Feng was young, his grandfather once sighed to Chen Feng on a moonlit night: If he was born in a wealthy family, Chen Feng could go to study. Grandfather said that when the moon was as ugly as a hook, it was a good time to read. When he flipped the pages, he looked up and saw the branches outside the window covered with moonlight and starlight. He thought of the ancients who "rided alone on the waning moon". What kind of mood was this? Grandfather didn't read much, but he had the feelings of a literati. This scene was the highest level he could imagine.

In recent days, I have often heard discussions about the Yuchan Sect, and Chen Feng envied them very much. If there is no connection between the wind and the soul in life, where can I relieve the deep melancholy? The bright moon still has the regret of being waxing, let alone the vast crowd? It is more of a endless sigh. Especially those spiritual words, the most suitable one is to read slowly late at night. Starting from opening the pages calmly, you can read until you sing and sing until you are heart-stirring. This feeling cannot be provided to us except words. The value of literature lies here.

Before he knew it, Chen Feng couldn't help but grow up, and the words and maps of Confucian martial arts appeared in his mind, and a feeling that he had never felt before was filled with his heart. Chen Feng gradually realized that the practice of Confucian martial arts was a kind of spirit and a kind of grand spirit.

Chen Feng is studying, but he has similarities in this spirit, because one thing they have in common is compassion. Chen Feng’s future is unlimited, but unlike other secret geniuses, no matter how high Chen Feng’s cultivation is, he maintains sympathy for those kind and weak.

Thinking of this, Chen Feng seemed to see great and ordinary souls. They either contribute or fight, forging their great achievements. Perhaps he had felt confused and ashamed of his ignorance and insignificance. But in the dark, he saw a kind of perseverance like a big sword.

On this night, there were probably only a few people who didn't sleep on Lu Mingfeng, but in the face of the same rain, only Chen Feng was expressing such feelings. There were too many stories in the secret world, and the only things that could not be removed were the indomitable heroism and warmth.

At this moment, the outside of the mysterious yd was extremely quiet, and the sound of rain seemed to exist no longer. There was a unique sorrow and secret hatred. At this time, silence was better than sound.

At this moment, there was a loud noise on Luming Peak, here there was the magnificent singing of the swaying, the spirit of striking the water, and the blood of the iron horse and the ice river!

At this moment, Chen Feng was extremely focused, calm, peaceful and profound. He did not need to wear appropriate clothes or depict noble decorations. A responsible temperament was overflowing on him, making people dare not look down on him.

As youth passes by, even if you have thousands of abilities, you cannot keep your youth, but you can keep an unyielding heart. Look at the mountains, rivers and waters of the Secret Realm, and those remote corners, there is the passion of a flame. Even if one day your face grows old, your hair is gray, your skin is loose, and your teeth are breathable, you can still have the charm that is not inferior to that of young people.

Chen Feng opened his eyes and murmured: "Those who worry about happiness for the world are the ambition of a gentleman; those who do not worry about happiness for the world are the ambition of a villain."

A night of rain finally gave Chen Feng some experience of Confucian martial arts.

The surprise was still not over. After a while, Chen Feng's limbs and bones were all uncomfortable, and his understanding of secret techniques deepened a little, and his secret power suddenly increased.

Chen Feng knew that the bottleneck he had been wandering for a long time finally had a chance to break through. He hurriedly retracted his mind again, focused on controlling the secret power, and experienced this strange feeling. Fortunately, it was not the first time he advanced, and he was already familiar with it. In his body, another secret x from nothing to something, from the beginning to the whole.

The rain finally slowly became smaller, and the splashes of water falling on the stones were more spiritual. They jumped like elves in the dark night.

Even during his practice, mottled memories occasionally flashed in Chen Feng's mind. His soul told him that his past and present life would be a traveler. When he walked on the winding path of sheep intestines, he was leisurely watching the green and red flowers, when he was walking on the stone path in the deep mountains, watching the yellow leaves and white frost, when he was finally tired, he turned into a faint grass on the roadside, growing quietly, he had his happiness, and he did not have to worry about the eyes of others. If he could not grow into a piece of green shade, he would also bring a touch of green coolness.

With his long roar, Chen Feng's cultivation jumped into the realm of a three-star secret master!
Chapter completed!