152: C152 Journey

C152 Journey

"Calm your mind!"

Lin Feng muttered, his eyes flickering with uncertainty.

Teacher means to act in accordance with one's own heart, while talent is superior. It was just like how a person who wanted to kill had a true heart of slaughter, while talent was stronger.

As for benevolent individuals, they possessed the ability to be kind and benevolent. For people like them, their talent was also high.

"My true nature is indeed inconsistent with what I have done." Lin Feng sighed to himself. In this world, there were too many restrictions placed on one's self by the external world, so it was extremely difficult to keep one's mind.

For example, he, Lin Feng, was not easy to kill, but Duan Tianlang had exterminated his Cloud Sea Sect and branded a slave imprint on Han Man's body. How could he not wield the sword of slaughter, and use his fresh blood to pay tribute to the hatred in his heart?

As long as one was human, it was impossible for one to escape from the seven emotions and six desires.

So, the true evildoers and evildoers. Their intentions were to kill, and they also killed. However, their talent was extremely high, and their strength was extremely strong, because what they did was in accordance with their own hearts.

"Please advise me, Teacher." Lin Feng slightly bowed towards the teacher who played the zither, and said extremely politely.

"Calm your mind!" The teacher calmly said, "Since you can't match your heart with your actions, you need to constantly calm your mind, let your mind settle down, change, calm your heart, throw away all the chaos in the world, and wash away the dirt that has accumulated in your heart so that it won't become an obstacle for you."

"Calm your mind, wash away the dirt in your heart."

Lin Feng muttered, the silence continued to drift into his ears, and as if he sensed something, he slowly sat down on the ground within the Peach Blossom Forest, as he slowly closed his eyes.

The playing teacher was still bent over his music, dotted with his notes, his head never lifted.

As for Mengqing, he took a look at Lin Feng who was sitting on the floor and turned around randomly, then stood behind Lin Feng, watching the peach blossoms that were flying all over the sky. Such a grand scene, even he who lived in Black Wind Ridge had never seen one before.

This was a true song that could calm the heart. It was calm and peaceful, making others forget about everything and throw away the impurities of the mortal world.

In Lin Feng's mind, many scenes suddenly appeared, from the moment he stepped into Nine Empyreans Continent, to him being expelled from the clan, to leaving the Yangzhou City, to the Cloud Sea Sect, to Duan Tianlang leading Red Blood Cavalry, destroying the sect; and then to Broken Blade Horizon.

However, Lin Feng's mind did not have that kind of ice-cold hatred or pain that was so deep it seemed like it was carved into his bones. It was as if he was looking at everything silently as a third party with his heart surrounded by the melody, incomparably calm.

It was originally a song to calm the heart, so even Lin Feng's Martial Soul did not resist, allowing Lin Feng to clear his mind. This was because Lin Feng was not enchanted by Qu Yin, but only cleansed the inside of his heart.

In the midst of all the zither music, he only flicked his fingers for a moment; Lin Feng's state of mind, in this tranquility, completely relaxed, and he gradually fell into a deep sleep.

The peach blossoms were still flying in the sky, and after an unknown period of time, Lin Feng's eyes slowly opened wide. He saw that his teacher was still playing, and the music was still as peaceful as a small bridge.

And Mengqing, the pure and holy figure stood there, unmoving, as though this single glance, would last forever.

Lin Feng slowly stood up, but at that moment, his gaze focused, and his face revealed a weird expression.

"Five levels of Spiritual Martial Stage?"

Lin Feng checked his cultivation. That's right, he was at the fifth level of the Spirit realm. Unknowingly, he had broken through.

"Tranquil Heart, this effect is too terrifying."

Lin Feng was startled, but a smile appeared on his face. In Spiritual Martial Stage, it was not easy to reach a breakthrough, but Lin Feng had reached the fourth stage of the Spirit realm not long ago.

"Teacher, thank you."

Lin Feng bowed towards the teacher who played the zither once again. It was obvious that his breakthrough must be related to the zither music his teacher played.

At this time, the teacher's hands that were holding the zither finally stopped. He raised his head, looked at Lin Feng, and revealed a gentle expression.

"No need to thank me. Your cultivation has already reached the Fifth Level of Spiritual Martial Stage, and the Essence in your body is sufficient. It's just that your realm is a little lower than mine.

Although his strength was unfathomable, he did not have the arrogance that the other two teachers that Lin Feng had met before.

"If not for teacher's melody, breaking through this realm would be easier said than done. If not for teacher's guidance, I, Lin Feng, would not have come here, teacher, I thank you with my words, so why do you reject me."

Lin Feng laughed, and said sincerely.

The teacher nodded slightly and said with a smile, "Then I'll accept your thanks."

Lin Feng's eyes revealed a brilliant smile, and said: "Teacher, last time you said, if I was willing to ask for guidance, I could look for you, and now, I would like to ask teacher to teach me how to play."

The teacher looked at Lin Feng and asked: "Aren't you afraid that it will affect your cultivation?"

"Training the mind is both about training." Lin Feng said with a faint smile, causing the teacher to be startled for a moment.

"Since you are willing to learn the zither, I will do my best to teach you."

The teacher looked at Lin Feng and said: "In the future, when you have time, you can come find me here. Today, you can listen to the zither first, and only after that will you have the right to talk about zither training."

"Alright." Lin Feng would naturally not object, since listening to the zither could help him break through, why not?

The teacher sat on top of the Stone Chair and continued to play the zither. Lin Feng and Mengqing sat inside the Peach Blossom Forest, meditating and listening attentively.

...

At this moment, a few figures stood within Lin Feng's room.

Lin Feng, Liu Fei, Han Man, and Po Jun.

Lin Feng looked at Han Man and Po Jun and asked: "You two, are you sure you've thought this through?"

"Mn, Elder Brother Feng, I have already thought about it." Han Man nodded his head. At the moment, he was wearing a silver mask, concealing his slave seal.

Once a person was imprinted with a slave imprint, they could be followed for their entire life, unless they cultivated to an extremely high realm, remoulded their muscles, veins, and flesh, only then would they be able to remove the slave imprint. Because of this, Han Man and Po Jun urgently needed to be strong.

Who would be willing to follow a slave imprint for the rest of their lives without being able to see anyone?

"Elder Brother Feng, I have thought about it."

Po Jun also nodded his head. Both he and Han Man were not younger than Lin Feng, but they were willing to call Lin Feng Elder Brother Feng, so Lin Feng naturally did not feel that anything was amiss.

"Alright, then I won't stop you." Lin Feng solemnly nodded his head, and said to Liu Fei: "Fei Fei, I'll have to trouble you to write a letter to let them carry it on their bodies."

"Yes." Liu Fei nodded, then went to the side and started writing a letter.

"Han Man, Po Jun, what weapon are you two using?" Lin Feng asked again.

"I don't need any weapons. The Earth is my weapon." Han Man shook his head.

Po Jun pondered for a moment, then said: "I use a spear."

"Alright." Lin Feng nodded slightly and reached out his hand. Immediately, a brilliant light flashed and a pitch-black spear appeared in Lin Feng's hand.

"Hmm?" Po Jun and Han Man's eyes focused, in Lin Feng's hand, a spear actually appeared out of thin air?

"No need for wonder, I have a storage Stone Ring."

Lin Feng did not hide anything from the two of them, Han Man was fine with it, but Po Jun was responsible for it. Lin Feng had not only saved his life, he had also saved his life.

"Po Jun, this spear is for you."

Lin Feng handed the spear over to Po Jun. Po Jun muttered to himself for a moment, and randomly received the spear. Immediately, he felt a connection between the spear and his flesh, and he could even clearly feel the sharpness contained within the spear.1

This spear seemed to possess a life of its own.

"This is a Spirit Treasure. Use it well. You must be careful on the battlefield."

As Lin Feng instructed, it turned out that Han Man and Han Man wanted to head towards the border, to enter the battlefield.

"A spirit artifact!"

Po Jun's pupils contracted. He had obviously heard of spirit artifacts before.

Spirit Equipment, Spirit Channeling, Sharp, with Essence penetrating inside, its attack power had increased by several folds, it was extremely precious, but to a person with Spirit Martial Meditation, it was too rare, and Lin Feng actually gave it to him.

Po Jun felt that his hand was extremely heavy.

At this time, Liu Fei walked over, and handed the letter over to Han Man: "When we reach the Broken Blade City, give it to my father, and he will understand."

"Alright." Han Man nodded, then looked at Lin Feng and said: "Elder Brother Feng, let's go."

"Be careful!" Lin Feng nodded his head heavily, he turned and walked forward, as though he did not hold back at all, but who would have known, that this reckless burly man's eyes were already slightly red.

Po Jun then bowed deeply to Lin Feng, and then followed Han Man in a random manner, and left.

Lin Feng did not send them off. With him here, it would instead attract attention. Looking at the two's backs, he silently muttered in his heart: Take care!

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