C309 The Awakening of the Heart End of the Three Volume

Huaxia Continent, Recently, major events had been happening everywhere. The news about the Sea Domain Battlefield would be reported back every day, and then spread among the people in the city. It was like a stone falling into the water, stirring up circles of ripples that lasted for a long time.

It was the end of the year, and the cold wind blew across the land. It swept across the north and south of the Great River with a murderous intent. It was not just the war between the South Sea and the Sun Moon Divine Dao. When the Divine Island war broke out, Large and small countries and continents from all sides of China came to harass and attack. As the war continued, These disturbances gradually evolved into an even bigger war. The first reaction of the Temple of Wuxia was to fight back. Maybe it was because of the incident on the island that they were provoked. The counter-attack of the Hall of Heroic Spirits was especially fierce. However, the foreign countries did not know what had happened. This time, the attack did not retreat because of China's tough attitude. Instead, they sent more troops.

For a moment, the war at the border of China was endless. Since then, the Huaxia Continent had entered a state of total chaos.

It had been three months since the war on the island broke out. In these three months, too many changes had happened in the Huaxia Continent.

First was the mobilization of military forces. Huaxia had already sent all the people from the foreign land back to their country. They had adjusted all the defense systems to be united against the external forces. They had built iron walls at the edge of the continent, and each of them was commanded by Saint Hero Great Generals.

Secondly, a large number of Saint Knight Palace's soldiers were sent to the battlefield. Not only that, but the new batch of senior students who had just left the Spiritual Academy had also received the recruitment order from the Saint Knight Palace. Therefore, the coming of age ceremony of the new batch of students had some changes. They were no longer touring the Huaxia Continent, but were led by various generals to the battlefields that needed them.

The geniuses from the Southern Pearl Institute were the two heroes of the Ling Family. Ling Zesheng and Ling Zexiong were represented by the two of them. Together with a group of powerful senior students, they left the Spiritual Academy and headed straight to the South Sea. Along with them were the Prodigy from the Sacred Spirit Academy in the various great plains along the southeast coast. This was because the battle in the South Sea was the most intense, and it was also the place with the greatest demand for soldiers and guards.

The chaos of war suddenly arrived. After a short period of chaos, China quickly reacted. Now that the order had been changed, the aura it gave off was completely different. However, no one could tell how this war would turn out and how long it would last.

While the outside world was in chaos, on the south side of Huaxia Continent. . . Hai Manyuan, in the Chang'an City of Donggang County. There was a small courtyard. The wall of the courtyard was covered with several wanted posters. The courtyard was in a remote area. There were only a few people outside the courtyard who were worth such an extraordinary period of time. Even if someone passed by, no one would look into the courtyard. After all, the courtyard was in tatters. Even if there were people who wrote about old people who were familiar with the environment passing by. . . They wouldn't notice. It didn't take long for him to step onto the track of the vicissitudes of life. Forgetfulness would silently descend, taking away everything.

Thus, no one noticed that there was a person sitting in this run-down courtyard. To be more precise, it was a youth.

The young man was casually leaning against a withered tree. There were a few broken leaves on his shoulders and head. However, he did not pay attention to them. The traces of dust and rain mixed together and dried up were carved on his face and the skin of his arms. His clothes were a bit dirty and his hair was messy. He looked like a homeless child in the snow. He sat alone under a tree at the corner of the street, waiting for someone to give him charity. Or waiting for death.

This person was Hwang Mingsi.

Three days ago, he had quietly returned to this small courtyard in Chang'an. He had returned to this place where he and his father had their memories. The Hero Spirit was too far away, and it was even more dilapidated than this place. Mingsi didn't want to go, so he came here.

Actually, there was another more important reason. The courtyard in Chang'an had given him a lot of feelings. Although he had only lived here for two to three years, and this was just a relay station for them to travel to and fro, there was still warmth in his home. This warmth came from his father, and also came from the Chen Ziming in his memories.

However, all of this was no longer there.

The cultivation base in his body had stopped for a long time. Since the end of the combat training, Mingsi had no more cultivation. In the past, he was too busy and had no choice but to go back and forth to cultivate. But now, he didn't want to cultivate.

Mingsi was still at the early Spirit Transformation Stage. He might be two levels lower than the students of the same stage, but Mingsi was not in a hurry. He had a feeling that if he wanted to, he could break through at any time, because his left arm had been reborn.

During this time, Mingsi had forgotten about cultivation, magic, fighting techniques, and everything he had experienced after entering the path of cultivation. He had chosen not to think about anything related to spiritual energy. In his heart, he had long since been filled with memories.

His father and mother. Elder brother, Chai Xiaojin. . . And their childhood. Mingsi knew nothing about spiritual energy before he was fifteen. The hero's dream only stopped in his young and immature dream. It was like he was facing a myth, like he was dreaming of a celestial being. In his past memories, all of these were so mysterious and beautiful. Solemn but also full of interest. It was just that all of this had changed now.

The past and reality were completely different. The two of them were like wine when mixed together, drunk in Mingsi's heart and making his consciousness blur.

Mingsi did not reject such a dispirited state. He continued to think from his heart, because he needed this kind of state of mind. He needed this kind of feeling. He was a little tired. After he came out of the island, he was extremely tired. The joy he had in the past and the heroic words he had told him had disappeared during this period of time. He just wanted to be depressed for a while.

In any case, he no longer needed to go to the academy to cultivate anymore. It was just nice for his family to escape in all directions. In any case, he had already created a conflict with the people of the Small Spiritual World. In any case, no one in this world would come specially to disturb him.

It just so happened that he had a unique free time.

These few days, in Mingsi's mind, from time to time, some of the words that the former had said to him, those words that made him sigh deeply in the past few days.

"A lot of things were muddled at the beginning, and so were the Cultivators. No one knew where they were going from the beginning, so they had to keep walking. Only then will it slowly come to light. Cultivation was originally meaningless, but as they walked on, Then there will be meaning. " At that time, in order to comfort Mingsi who had lost his arm, Ye Yuntian said. "Some people cultivate in order to obtain immortality, while others cultivate the power of the Heavens and Earth. Everyone has their own reasons. The stronger you are, the more things you can control. If you don't move forward, in the end, what you can do. . . Very little. "

"When you don't want to do something, ask yourself if you should do it When you feel confused, you might as well ask your own reason. " This was the first year after Mingsi entered the Spiritual Academy when he returned to the chivalrous spirit. Aunt Qiong said to him, "Step onto the path of cultivation. Regardless of whether we want it or not, that is what we should do. Remember this prerequisite. Then we can stride forward bravely. "

"Hero, it's not something we want or don't want to become. If that's the case, then it's too selfish. Becoming a hero is the responsibility of the descendants of our country, and it's also our inherent mission. Because only by stepping onto the path of a hero will we gradually grow up and understand some of the light truths in this world. "

Mingsi had actually met a lot of saviors. Most of the time, the words of these people were faintly glowing in Mingsi's heart. Besides Ye Yuntian, Aunt Qiong, and Yang Sheng.

"You have a pure heart, and your mind is still like a young bird in Spirit Realm. You don't have wings, and although you have just gained intelligence, you are still too superficial. Once you leave this path, it is destined that distracting thoughts will accumulate, and all the devil obstacles will be born here. "

When Mingsi had become Mingsi's disciple, Yang Sheng had given him the spirit name. "The path to becoming a hero is not easy to walk, and it is unavoidable for one to float in the world, and it is also unavoidable for one to travel in both wind and rain. You are still hesitant, so I will take this spirit name for you. I hope that you can take this opportunity to remember your Dao heart and guard the first inch of land in your heart. "

The words that touched his heart echoed in Mingsi's ears. Other than feeling emotional, he did not have any other thoughts. Time passed quietly. Mingsi forgot about time and what he was supposed to do. He sat under the dried Dragon Eye Tree and meditated quietly.

The outside world was in turmoil. The situation of the Divine Island war was constantly changing. However, Mingsi was standing guard in the courtyard of Chang'an, but if someone were to pay attention to him, they would notice him. He would definitely realize that Mingsi was not just sitting there quietly, but outside his body. . . There was a faint golden gas circulating slowly, like a layer of golden film. It wrapped around him. This film became wider and thicker at a slow speed. Circle by circle, and these. . . Mingsi himself did not notice it.

This year's winter quickly drifted across the land with the cold wind. The ice and snow on the ground showed signs of melting. In the courtyard of Chang'an, Mingsi's entire body was covered with a thick layer of golden film, like a pupa.

Suddenly, a crack appeared on the top of the pupa, and then slowly spread out in all directions. Rays of golden light shot out from the crack, but before they could spread out of the courtyard, they were blocked by the strange barrier that appeared in the courtyard, and were not discovered by the outside world.

After a long time, the golden pupae completely shattered. Finally, it turned into a golden stream of light and was absorbed by Mingsi. Mingsi still looked like he was wearing tattered clothes. However, at this moment. . . His eyes quietly opened. On his dark black face. . . A pair of bright eyes were particularly conspicuous. That pair of eyes carried a profound meaning. There was a trace of vicissitude in the depths of the watery light.

"What exactly is the Emperor Secret Spell that dad left behind? Mingsi slowly stood up. His body was glowing with a golden light, and his aura was much weaker than before.

"Cultivating the Dao and cultivating the Dao, in the end, what I cultivate is just a heart. " Mingsi gently twisted his four limbs and let out a long sigh.

"The awakening of the spirit, the true awakening of the spirit, should be the enlightenment of the soul. "

"When the experience accumulated and the confusion in my heart is fully unleashed, my mind will gradually mature. A firm heart will seek the Dao. From now on, the wind and rain will no longer be unimpeded, and the heaven and earth will no longer fear. With this heart, I will awaken my spirit! This is the awakening of the spirit in my heart. "

Mingsi stretched out his hands and feet, and a look of enlightenment appeared in his eyes. He turned around and looked at the small courtyard once again. Then, with a leap, he soared into the sky.

"I understand!"

Mingsi disappeared into the sky. After he left, the withered Dragon Eye Tree in the courtyard trembled. After a flash of golden light, sprouts grew at the end of the tree. A spring breeze blew, and the scent of life was faintly emitted from the Dragon Eye Tree.

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The end of the scroll.