Looking at the initial form of the talisman printed on the scroll, Zhou Baopu felt an indescribable joy. Although he experienced a dangerous accident, Zhou Baopu finally survived and was able to remember the original form of the talisman.
This kind of speed and progress was something Zhou Baopu never dared to hope for before.
But now, Zhou Baopu doesn't need to have extravagant hopes, everything has naturally become a reality. The realization of memorizing the talisman root gave Zhou Baopu more confidence in the third level of assessment. Because, he believed that the old man would not give him this scroll for no reason.
Of course, Zhou Baopu would not give up so easily. After discovering that he had memorized the initial form of the talisman, Zhou Baopu did not give up studying the scroll. But the result was that there was no breakthrough, and instead Zhou Baopu was trapped in a helpless situation.
Although there was a snowstorm at night, when the sun rose the next day, the snow had already stopped. The weather after the blizzard became even more brilliant. Not only the sunshine, but also the wind floating in the air seemed to have an extra kind of vitality.
Moreover, Zhou Baopu's mood was as good as ever due to the breakthrough progress he had made.
The mood was good and the weather was good. Zhou Baopu suddenly felt like a child.
The night blizzard had provided him with materials, and there was a foot of snow piled on the ground in the yard. Zhou Baopu took a shovel and came to the courtyard. He actually started to gather snow, built a snowman, and started working busily.
While doing this, Zhou Baopu couldn't help but think of pushing the snow when he was a child.
At that time, when he was building a snowman, he was no longer alone as he is now.
Whenever the first snow of the year comes, Yao Ruoxi will come to Zhou Baopu's small courtyard on time and let Zhou Baopu build a snowman for her. Even before the heavy snow stopped, Yao Ruoxi had already arrived in Zhou Baopu's yard to admire the ethereal elf with him.
Blizzards always come and go in a hurry, but among these rushes, there are always some gaps. Especially when it snows heavily for several days in a row, it is almost impossible to wait until the snow stops. In other words, it is not easy to wait until the snow stops.
When encountering difficult snowy weather, we often have to wait all morning, all afternoon, or even all day, but the snowflakes in the sky may not stop. Whenever this happens, Yao Ruoxi will always pull Zhou Baopu and build a snowman in the snow against the flying snowflakes.
It is said that it is a snowman, but that is not necessarily the case. Because he lived at the foot of Xuangui Mountain when he was a child, the paintings that Zhou Baopu created included not only human figures but also some small animals that are common in the mountains. For example, rabbits, wild wolves, birds, etc. Of course, these small animals were not piled according to their original body shape, but were scaled according to their original body shape and a certain proportion before they were pushed by Zhou Baopu with the snow on the ground. Pile up again.
Although, as they grow older, Zhou Baopu and Yao Ruoxi get less happiness from the activity of building snowmen. But every time when the first snow comes, Zhou Baopu and Yao Ruoxi will pile up snowmen on time no matter what they encounter.
Although that kind of primitive happiness may have gradually declined with age and mental maturity. However, another kind of primitive happiness becomes stronger with age and mental maturity.
The fading primitive joy comes from people's special closeness to nature's creation, snowflakes, and children's curiosity. And then the primitive happiness that rises is the happiness of a boy and a girl who gradually grow up and start to attract each other after reaching a certain age.
Men and women are matched, so work is not tiring. In fact, many times, when a pair of lovers are together, they don't care what they are doing. The most important thing is that they can be together and find a world that only belongs to the two of them. Even what they do may seem childish or even stupid to others.
When something as mysterious as love arises between two people, no matter what they do together, as long as they are together, they can obtain psychological comfort and spiritual pleasure. Isn't Plato's love limited to spiritual pleasure?
After a while, as the shovel came back and forth, things made of snow gradually appeared on the ground. Although the sun was very bright, because it was winter and the extremely low temperature ensured, the various things Zhou Baopu had piled up did not melt in the sun.
Bears, monkeys, rabbits... Although there were many things piled up on the ground, Zhou Baopu's movements did not stop.
"Chichi..."
was the sound produced by the shovel scratching on the ground.
Zhou Baopu didn't notice that when he shoveled the snow with his shovel, his shovel always followed a certain pattern.
As for this kind of law, if Zhou Baopu could stop from concentrating on it, he would find that the traces scratched by the shovel he used were exactly the original form of the talisman root. Perhaps he fell into it so deeply that when he did anything, Zhou Baopu unconsciously connected his movements with the original form of the talisman.
If by chance, Zhou Baopu finally remembered the original form of the talisman in his sleep. So now, Zhou Baopu, without realizing it, started a different kind of consolidation of the talisman roots that he was already familiar with.
This kind of consolidation is probably only possible by Zhou Baopu. This heavy snow undoubtedly gave Zhou Baopu the greatest gift.
The reason why I say this is that Zhou Baopu was awakened precisely because of the heavy snowfall. It was precisely because Zhou Baopu was awakened that Zhou Baopu was able to survive. It was precisely because of the cessation and accumulation of heavy snow that Zhou Baopu thought about building a snowman. It was precisely because of building the snowman that Zhou Baopu was able to unconsciously consolidate the initial form of the talisman that he was already familiar with.
The snow on the trees ripples gently with the breeze, the snow on the ground slowly gathers with the shovel, and the snow in the world gradually melts with the sunshine.
Time flows slowly like this. And it was in such a flow of time that Zhou Baopu's understanding of Fugen gradually became more thorough. The first step in the Talisman Path requires talent the most, so if you don't have epiphanies over and over again, I'm afraid it will be difficult to achieve anything in this first step.
Fortunately, Zhou Baopu has been so lucky to pass the most difficult level for beginners.
Zhou Baopu seemed to have returned to his childhood, forgetting the time and the place, stubbornly piling up piles of snow, and in the process, he seemed to have forgotten even himself, focusing on He fantasizes about his past and remembers the people who left him.