Chapter 27 - Comprehension of Time

The early spring breeze, carrying a hint of chill.　　A figure in a green shirt slowly walks along the mountain stream path, carrying an old hoe, strolling leisurely forward.　　Chen Xia has finally found the way of life that suits him best.　　Farming.　　He doesn't eat, but just watching the crops mature and the fruit trees grow gives him a deeper understanding of time.　　It's not like before, when he would close himself off for decades and come out without knowing what had happened.　　Moreover, farming is not boring; Chen Xia is now researching how to graft watermelons with garlic, so that even without a kitchen knife, he can eat watermelons with a garlic flavor.　　If successful, it is likely to become one of the most useless inventions, but maybe not, in case someone likes it.　　Chen Xia put down the old hoe on his shoulder and sat at the entrance of his self-built hut, looking at the various crops on the sprawling land.　　The young tree outside the house has grown this year, put out new buds, produced tender leaves, and the fruit is slowly growing on the branches, gradually hanging.　　Chen Xia came back to his senses.　　It's already dark.　　A lot of days have passed.　　He often does this now, getting immersed in watching the plants grow and forgetting the length of time, waking up not knowing how much time has passed.　　Half-grown fruits hang from the small tree, weighing down the branches.　　Chen Xia shook his head, picked up the hoe, and went into the house.　　In the past few decades, he made an absurd decision.　　He put all his points into luck.　　So much so that his luck directly reached forty, higher than his strength, and even unlocked an achievement.　　Lucky Child.　　[Lucky Child: You are a one in a million existence, on major matters you will receive the blessing of luck, and on minor matters you have absolute luck!]　　Chen Xia experimented a little and understood what was going on.　　The less something affects him, the luckier he is, and on major matters, he receives the blessing of luck.　　For example, sometimes Chen Xia would dig up gold while tilling the soil, but gold is useless to him, so this is absolute luck on minor matters.　　As for the blessing of luck on major matters, Chen Xia thought about it, perhaps it is equivalent to a critical strike.　　For example, if he is fighting an opponent of equal strength, he should only exert ten parts of strength, but he ends up exerting twenty parts.　　This is the blessing of luck.　　So Chen Xia now adds luck, also with the idea of stacking critical strikes.　　As long as the luck is high enough and the trigger chance is stable, then critical strikes are his strength!　　Chen Xia stretched, sat on the bed, took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and began to practice the "Mysterious and Turbid Dao Chapter."　　This method requires the condensation of mysterious and turbid qi in the early stage, only then can he write Dao chapters in his body, each representing a spell.　　Divided into five elements and Yin and Yang.　　The five elements are nothing to talk about, it's common.　　But Yin and Yang are interesting, where Yin is virtual and Yang is real.　　In the Yin deficiency Dao chapter, there is one that Chen Xia is interested in, called the Netherworld Extreme.　　The effect is to pull a cultivator below the Mahayana into it for a forced one-on-one duel, and only when one side dies will it be lifted.　　Chen Xia simply calls it opening a room.　　And this seemingly fair spell has a very unfair setting.　　The room owner can get a 30% strength bonus from the other party.　　It's about not only opening a room but also stealing people.　　It is indeed a very powerful Dao chapter and also very suitable for Chen Xia, who is fierce in one-on-one combat.　　But writing this Dao chapter in the body is extremely difficult, requiring three thousand mysterious and turbid qi, and no mistakes can be made, it must be carefully imprinted in the body, neat and tidy, not even a slight deviation can appear.　　Only then is this Dao chapter completed.　　Chen Xia has only condensed thirty mysterious and turbid qi now, far from the three thousand mysterious and turbid qi needed to write this Dao chapter.　　But he is not in a hurry, his strength has grown very quickly, far more than others.　　Nowadays, apart from the old immortal who is still in seclusion, there is no one worth Chen Xia's attention.　　But in fact, this old immortal doesn't need to be taken too seriously, with Chen Xia's speed of growth, even the cultivators from the upper realm can't compare with him, let alone this old immortal.　　The last time the cultivators from the upper realm descended, they said that the most cultivated in this world is only the foundation.　　That proves that the old immortal is actually at the foundation level.　　A cultivator who hasn't reached the golden elixir in two hundred years is really not worth Chen Xia worrying too much.　　His current "Great Tortoise Breath Technique" is almost cultivated to the utmost, and it will take at most thirty years to reach the golden elixir, and when the golden elixir is formed, who in the world can beat him?　　But Chen Xia doesn't have any idea of dominating the world, he is too lazy, just wants to live his own life, and the rest will be discussed later.　　And he has never entered the martial world, has been living in seclusion, living alone, no one disturbs him in this deep forest, suitable for quiet cultivation.　　Chen Xia sat calmly, scratched his cheek, and began to operate the "Great Tortoise Breath Technique", these spells all require time to stack and comprehend, one operation is a few days.　　Fortunately, Chen Xia has a lot of time.　　The harvest of fruit trees this year is very good, but Chen Xia didn't pick them, it's better to leave them on like this.　　After this year, Chen Xia will no longer add points to luck, continue to enhance strength, as for the option of mana, there is no need to worry, wait until the strength is enough, and then add mana.　　A responsible man should be strong.　　He exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, picked up the hoe with rusted iron, and slowly walked out of the house, thinking about going to tidy up the wasteland.　　Just as he walked out of the door, Chen Xia looked at the heavy fruits on the tree.　　Bright and crystal-clear fruits hanging, showing the power of new life.　　Unconsciously, the sun and the moon have changed.　　The first day passed.　　The fruit has not changed, still hanging on the branches, weighing down the entire branch.　　The second day, there was a light rain.　　The fruit was covered with rainwater, becoming more and more crystal-clear, just like the most beautiful eighteen years of a person.　　The fifth day.　　The fruit is fully ripe, as red as rouge, hanging in the green trees, very eye-catching.　　The fifteenth day.　　The skin of the fruit began to wrinkle, and the color was not as bright as before, about to fall.　　The thirtieth day.　　The fruit hit the ground, the flesh was damaged, deep into the soil, and the appearance was no longer as red as before, it was an old wine red.　　The ninetieth day.　　There was no fruit, only the renewed soil.　　This is two months of time.　　Chen Xia is still standing in place, motionless, his expression is empty, as if he is thinking about something.　　The seventh month.　　The leaves of the small tree turned yellow and fell down one after another, and soon piled up a large area of fallen leaves on the ground.　　The third year.　　The small tree grew up, not inferior to all the trees around, of course, it's not much stronger.　　The house where Chen Xia stood has shown signs of decay, and ants occasionally come out from the gaps in the wood.　　This is the mark of time.　　The tenth year.　　The small tree became a big tree, and the fruit has been produced many times, and it is in its prime.　　Time has exerted its power at this moment, changing everything invisibly.　　Twenty years.　　The wooden house collapsed completely, and Chen Xia stood in the ruins, still staring at the trees, but his expression was no longer confused.　　He is very clear about what he is doing, but he just doesn't want to move.　　Maybe he is obsessed.　　But he wants to finish watching.　　Watch the life of the tree, to see the power of time that he is most unfamiliar with.　　Chen Xia's life is endless, and there is no end in sight, so he has always not understood the feeling of the flow of time.　　Now looking at the tree, he feels the time for the first time.　　The thirtieth year.　　The tree's annual rings began to spread, officially entering its long life cycle.　　Forty years.　　The big tree finally became an old tree, deeply rooted in the forest.　　Fifty years.　　The old tree blossomed.　　Fifty-one years.　　The tree was cut down.　　Chen Xia looked at the woodcutter in front of him, not knowing what to say.　　The woodcutter also saw him, touched his head, and smiled honestly.　　"I have seen this tree for many years, it is suitable for making wood, so I came to cut it down after it bloomed. If you want some too, I can share it with you."　　Chen Xia was silent for a while, seeing that the woodcutter was indeed honest, so he didn't blame him and shook his head.　　"No, you take it."　　The woodcutter smiled and said, "You look very unfamiliar, you should not be a local, right?"　　Chen Xia nodded, "I am from the south."　　"That's quite far, but I haven't been far away, haha." The woodcutter picked up the axe, looked at the setting sun, and reminded Chen Xia.　　"You have to go out quickly, this forest is too desolate, there may be beasts at night, if you are willing, you can go down the mountain with me."　　"No." Chen Xia shook his head, "I have learned some martial arts, known as Da Wusong, and I am not afraid of beasts."　　Seeing Chen Xia said this, the woodcutter didn't persuade him more, carried the split wood on his shoulders, and went down the mountain with heavy steps.　　Chen Xia looked at the old tree with only a stump left, and had other insights beyond time.　　No matter how long the life is, being killed will die.　　He sighed, walked to the stump, looked at the annual rings on it, and was about to sigh.　　[Luck effect: You have comprehended time and gained a primary understanding of time.]　　A brief prompt sounded in Chen Xia's mind, and a touch of transparent white flashed in his pupils, representing his understanding of time.　　Chen Xia frowned, the prompt in his mind told him that he had comprehended time, but he didn't feel that he had understood anything.　　What is comprehension?　　Being killed will die?　　Chen Xia shook his head, thinking it shouldn't be, and he glanced at a flower that had just opened its bud.　　He suddenly had an idea, and his eyes lit up with transparent light again.　　Everything around seemed to slow down.　　The flying bird is motionless, and the falling leaves are suspended in the air.　　Only the bud began to twitch extremely fast.　　Blooming, scattering pollen, withering, and falling.　　The life process of the flower unfolded extremely fast within thirty breaths.　　The transparent color in Chen Xia's eyes disappeared.　　He still doesn't understand time.　　But he can use it.　　That's enough.　　Perhaps it's the effect of luck, which has strengthened his comprehension.　　So much so that Chen Xia himself doesn't know what he has comprehended, but he can use it.　　Chen Xia is not entangled in this anymore, pats his green shirt, and slowly walks towards the outside of the mountain forest.　　The house is gone, and the tree he comprehended has been cut down, so he has to go down the mountain.　　But Chen Xia feels that even if the woodcutter didn't cut down the tree, his comprehension might be about to end.　　His current realm can support at most fifty or sixty years of comprehension, more than that is too much to digest, and it will affect himself.　　It's like a child can only eat so much, eating just right will grow the body, eating too much will bloat the stomach.　　Chen Xia has eaten about eighty percent full.　　It's enough.　　There's no need to pursue perfection in everything, otherwise, it's self-torture.　　He slowly went down the mountain and added all the points to strength.　　The original strength of 35 instantly reached 85.　　It has more than doubled.　　So much so that Chen Xia couldn't control it for a while, and he stepped into the ground while walking, as easily as stepping into the snow.　　Fortunately, he adjusted quickly and only collapsed three mountains before he got control.　　It's a joy to be celebrated.　　At this time, just after winter, the early spring is still a bit cold, and there is frost on the trees.　　It has to wait for the frost to disappear before it's really warm spring.　　The snow in the imperial city has just melted, and it's a rare sunny day.　　Huang Qingyue changed her cotton jacket and wore a goose yellow skirt, outside trimming the flowers she planted.　　This is actually not a flower, but a miniature peach tree, planted in a flowerpot, waiting for the flowers to bloom.　　Huang Qingyue carefully cleaned the snow off the peach tree, and then slowly watered it.　　Her character has also become lazy, doing everything slowly and not in a hurry, not nervous.　　Perhaps it was influenced by someone?　　Huang Qingyue is not sure, frowned, turned over the soil of the peach tree, and promoted growth.　　She stretched and yawned, stood in front of the peach tree, and began to think.　　According to the life span of ordinary people, she should be considered an old lady now, right?　　But there is no sign of old age, still as young as a girl in her twenties.　　This is undoubtedly the merit of the "Mysterious and Turbid Dao Chapter", she has now condensed fifty mysterious and turbid qi, and her life span has increased a lot.　　But because she still can't write Dao chapters, her strength is not very strong.　　Her current strength should be considered a top martial arts master, such as Zuo Feiyang, Jiu Qiansui.　　She is still in a trance.　　Suddenly, the peach tree in front of her sprouted branches, opened its buds, and bloomed bright peach blossoms.　　"What are you thinking about?"　　A question with a smile.　　Huang Qingyue was stunned, listening to this familiar voice, tears welled up in her eyes, and she quickly turned her head to look.　　A figure in a green shirt was squatting on the wall and smiled at her.　　"Long time no see."　　Huang Qingyue's tears in her eyes couldn't help it anymore, and she dropped them, looking at the figure in front of her with tearful eyes, asking the question she had always wanted to ask.　　"Why didn't you take me with you?"　　Chen Xia still smiled and replied, "Because I said I would see you again."　　Huang Qingyue kept wiping her tears with her sleeve, but the tears kept flowing, so she couldn't wipe them off, and she complained with a grievance.　　"But I didn't think it would be so long."　　Chen Xia squatted on the wall, propped his head with one hand, and comforted with a light smile.　　"But you are still young, right."　　Huang Qingyue's mouth turned down and she murmured, "I am an old lady."　　"In my eyes, you are still the little girl you were."　　Huang Qingyue also smiled and began to laugh and cry grotesquely.　　The peach blossoms behind her are more brilliant.　　At this moment, Huang Qingyue suddenly realized.　　It's not that the flowers bloom and Chen Xia comes back, but that when Chen Xia comes back, the flowers will bloom.　　Not only peach blossoms.　　But also the heart flower.