There is also spring for passers-by

When he was about to enter, he frantically swallowed the Enlightenment Pill, for fear of failure and missing the opportunity.

After all, it is extremely rare for a powerful cultivator to have the opportunity to enter the space of laws. Many cultivators have never entered it in their entire lives. This requires chance and opportunity.

Several people were discussing how Wen Wan had acquired the ability to discern the truth.

Wen Wan recalled over and over again that she had this ability after she started fast traveling, and she had never noticed it before. This kind of magical power seemed to be brought by the soul and belonged to her alone.

"When I was contemplating, I wondered what time was. It was the passage of time, the years, the vast and boundless river of history, the rise and fall of dynasties, the rise and fall of civilizations, the life from birth to death.

Time is ruthless but also the most compassionate and fair. It treats every life fairly, giving all beings the same life and eventual death.

If the existence of time ultimately leads to death, then what is the meaning of existence?

In a limited life, some people live a mediocre life, some live a glorious life, some commit many evil deeds and leave their names in history, and some devote their lives to be recorded in history. The existence of time is like a book, allowing humans to write civilization, leave marks, and record our history.

Over the long course of time, only those who have contributed to the progress of human civilization and are recorded in history can be eternal, and they are frozen in history.

Time is like a pair of wise eyes, distinguishing loyalty from treachery, good from evil, discarding the dross and retaining the essence, silently guiding the direction of progress for future generations..."

The three looked at each other.

Tianji: In the space of time law, she thought about these things. Could it be that she moved the God of Time and granted her the ability to discern with her mind and ears?

Sword Master: It’s not about enlightenment. She has thought about so much. The things this little girl said are things that those of them who have lived for three thousand years have never thought about.

Xuanjizi looked at Wen Wan steadily, his expression like a beggar seeing a shining walking gold ingot.

When Wen Wan was meditating, she had indeed thought so much. She wanted to go back to the past to save her beloved family and friends. This was her purpose in becoming a vow-fulfilling missionary.

The Sword Saint said: "Only when one's name is recorded in history can it be eternal. Those who practice cultivation do not covet fame and fortune."

"After all, only a few people are remembered in history. There are many more true heroes who remain unknown and are willing to sacrifice themselves to protect the people. Without their sacrifice, there would be no peace for the people."

Born and raised under the red flag, she was taught in school to be a useful member of society. After the apocalypse, she joined the Qinglong team, where teammates were injured and died every day. However, she didn't find it meaningless. After all, there were more people standing behind them, and it was their sacrifice that secured the last remaining place for the people to survive.

"In my opinion, there's nothing wrong with admiring fame, but it must be lived up to. With great fame comes the responsibility that goes with it. When you're poor, you focus on yourself; when you're rich, you help the world. But in reality, at certain times, the rich tend to lose their empathy and turn a blind eye to suffering, while the poor are more likely to be kind and sympathetic to others."

Xuanjizi asked, "Wan'er, did you come up with these ideas yourself?"

"These things have always existed, but they have never been expressed."

But it is precisely because of this that it feels precious.

At least they never thought about it.

This child was very unusual, different from the monks they had imagined. She thought about questions they had never thought about.

Sword Master: Brother Tianji, why do I feel like she looks like a Confucian cultivator?

Tianji: She can hear our voice transmission.

Sword Master: I have enhanced the power of my secret technique, and only you can hear it.

I'm sorry, Wen Wan heard it clearly.

Xuanjizi: Uncle Sword Saint is right. This child’s ideas are very similar to the morality of Confucian practitioners.

When you are poor, you should take care of yourself; when you are rich, you should help the world. This is what the Confucian sage said.

Xuanjizi copied a copy of the "Bian Xin Er" cultivation method and gave it to Wen Wan. When copying, he changed the oracle bone script on it into the ancient seal script used today. After copying it, he explained the content of the method to her, asking and answering her questions.

He originally had no good impression of this disciple, but when he personally explained the skills to her for the first time, he found that Wen Wan was smarter than he expected, but her calligraphy was so ugly that it was even worse than that of children in the mortal world.

Xuanjizi looked at her handwriting and twitched his lips. It was so ugly that he couldn't stand it. "Wan'er, this is the calligraphy I collected. You should practice it when you have time."

I'm not a Confucian, so I don't need to be proficient in all the arts, including music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but my calligraphy must be decent.

"Your senior brother's calligraphy is excellent. When you advance and come out of retreat, I will have him come over to teach you calligraphy and painting."

Patriarch Tianji waved his hand and said, "There will be plenty of time later, so go and retreat."

The Sword Master called He Xiaoer, "Go to Wanjian Peak to find Wuqing and tell him to prepare for the apprenticeship banquet. Wan'er has established her foundation."

He Xiaoer: A good-for-nothing with only five spiritual roots, who used magic tools and spent 810 years to build his foundation, is still going to make such a big fuss? The Great Ancestor is really not afraid of losing face. I'm too embarrassed to even join in the fun. I'll just stay as far away as possible. But please don't ask me to help Wan Jianfeng.

Wen Wan blocked He Xiaoer's way. This boy always cursed her in his heart, so she didn't want him to take advantage of her family. "Do you have my sect identity card and annual resources?"

A hint of nervousness flashed across He Xiaoer's eyes, and he took out a storage bag.

Wen Wan took it and glanced at it, "There are not many pills and spirit stones. Did you embezzle my resources?"

He Xiaoer: She knew I had taken advantage of her resources so quickly. As long as I deny it, she can't do anything to me. "Little fairy, please don't say anything nonsense. We, the Crane Clan, are of the highest moral character and would never do such a thing."

"He Xiaoer, you're still denying it. Do you want me to take the annual allowance to the Internal Affairs Hall to compare the account books?"

He Xiaoer didn't dare to argue anymore.

He Yi brought He Xiao San to the garden. He Yi raised his hand and patted He Xiao Er on the back of the head a few times, "You little bastard, who told you to touch the fairy's resources?"

"Grandpa, I've already eaten it all. I can't take it out for a while."

He Yi smiled and said to Wen Wan: "Little fairy, I will make up for what you are missing."

"Grandpa He is a man of high moral character, but this kid is quite cunning. I'd like to trouble you, Grandpa He, to collect the annual resources for me and keep them for me. I'm worried that this kid will take my pills and spirit stones again."

He Yi took out a box, which was full of pills, ranging from grade one to grade five, more than a dozen in total.

He Xiaoer: What a loser, yet so stingy. The two Mahayana ancestors gave her so many good things, yet she cares about such a trivial matter with me. It's really hateful!

Wen Wan was annoyed and hit He Xiaoer with her hand, "You stinky boy, you bad boy, try calling me a loser again!"

"You are useless to begin with, and yet you won't let me say anything. Who is like you? It took you a thousand or eight hundred years to build your foundation. Even the stones of the mortal world can be transformed into human form. You are worse than a stubborn stone..."

He Xiaoer was about to continue cursing, but He Yi reached out and hit him twice. He Xiaosan held him back and said, "Stop talking and get back to work!"

He Xiaoer: A loser with five spiritual roots, the number one loser in the world of immortal cultivation. With this kind of talent, even menial disciples are better than her. Even if you don’t let me scold her, I will scold her anyway.

Wen Wan put her hands on her hips and said, "He Xiaoer, you bastard, just wait. When I come out again, I will blind your dog eyes."

Xuanjizi developed the ability to see through delusion and realized that Wen Wan heard He Xiaoer cursing her in her heart, which made her angry.