C78 (1/2)

Suddenly, Lin Jin realized that the sky had turned dark. The bright moon in the sky was emitting a clear and cold white light, shining down on the pavilion as if it was covered with a layer of light snow.

From a great distance, he could only see that beside the moon in the east, there were only two bright stars shining with a faint light. But in the west, it was a field of stars. The bright light was even brighter than the brightest night sky Lin Jin had ever seen in the countryside.

Looking around the pavilion, he discovered that other than the buildings here that were a bit newer than the one he had seen earlier, the Eight Trigrams Hall seemed to be a new building. The flower pots on the ground were nowhere to be seen. There were only ancient trees and pine trees, appearing very natural and comfortable.

What was going on? Although Lin Jin's brain was a little muddled, he still vaguely knew what kind of illusionary world he was trapped in.

”The Tao technique is clear and peaceful, perfectly natural and natural; no polarized taiji, two ways and four images; the Tao technique is inaction, the logic is simple; Dao is clear and straightforward, no need to argue, the future generations will know …”

While he was thinking, he saw an old man with a white beard wearing a semi-old Daoist robe, carrying a wine gourd from the front of the hall, walking over shakily towards him while humming a song. And looking at his slightly dispirited face, it seemed as if he had suffered some sort of blow.

Walking in front of the pavilion, the old Daoist twisted open the lid of the gourd, then suddenly drank a mouthful of wine into his mouth. Looking at the full moon, he muttered: ”Dao books do not do anything, what 48,000 techniques, what swallowing essence, what martial arts, burning of alchemy sand …” Even if he sat on that praying mat and broke it, he would still chant. He would still desire it, so how could he release it … ”Sigh … Mingyue, oh Mingyue, in this world, you are probably the only person who can understand my heart …”

Hearing his words, Lin Jin felt as if he was standing inside a huge bell, and was struck on the head by a wooden hammer from outside, causing his brain to buzz. He did not have any time to think at all.

In his confusion, he only saw the old Daoist waving his wine pot, his footsteps sinking, and slowly started to fight in front of the triquetine.

Lin Jin took a glance at his fighting stance, as if he had seen Tai Chi on television before, and upon closer inspection, it was not. It was similarly an extremely slow boxing, but the old Daoist's boxing looked a bit more ethereal and elegant than Taiji Fist.

The boxing of the Taichi Fist, although soft like water, had an unending stream; calm like a mountain, moving like a river, it still could not rid itself of the aura of a person's body. However, although the boxing created from the old Daoist's casual stream seemed soft and weak, it continued to exist continuously. However, every move and every action, they would all reveal a sense of primordial nature, without any restraints. It was as if the cool breeze itself was weak and contained an endless amount of vitality. This move was not directed at the opponent, but at nature, causing them to feel a refreshing and comfortable feeling.

But before his feeling disappeared, the old dao's boxing's footsteps became even slower. However, this slowness carried a depressing feeling, as if it was accumulating some kind of power. Just like the calm before the storm, it was suffocating.

After a moment, the old Daoist opened his hands and released a majestic Qi. It immediately caused the pine trees around triquetine to sway, and swept up countless pine needles from the ground.

Lin Jin opened his eyes and looked over, only to see that the old dao's movements were still slow, but in that slowness, the old dao's figure seemed to transform into countless clones, bringing about countless afterimages. Amidst the afterimages, he saw patches of black clouds gradually form between his hands. In the end, tiny bolts of lightning shot out from between his arms …