A golden light rose from the young man's body, and Shura, who heard the music and broke through the realm, had a smile on his face.

The breeze gradually passed away, and the sound of the piano slowly stopped.

A sound of laughter came from the living room: "I didn't expect that the Qi you cultivated from Wen Shi Jing could actually understand the sound of my piano. This is really rare... Come in and have a cup of tea."

After sitting there all winter, this was the first time Qingxu invited his disciples into the house to drink tea.

Shura looked up and saw that the master had put away the guqin and replaced it with something suitable for making tea.

"Thank you, Master, for allowing me to break through another realm." Walking into the living room, Shura and Qingxu bowed their hands in greeting.

"Among my disciples, you are the only one who can break through the realm of Wen Qin, which is quite rare." Qingxu looked at him with a smile and said.

"Master, thank you very much." Shura smiled lightly when he heard this.

"Sit down." Qingxu said, pointing to the chair in front of the table and said, "How is your practice of Wen Shi Jing?"

"Not yet, I guess I have to wait until the disciples build the foundation before they can reach the first level of cultivation." Shura touched the back of his head and replied sheepishly.

"Well, there's no need to worry about this. What about your swordsmanship? I see you've been practicing swordsmanship all winter." Qingxu nodded, and there was no need to say more about his disciple's talent.

Shura thought for a while and said with a smile: "It's not bad. I will practice slowly after I go up the mountain."

"Have you got any ideas?" Qingxu raised his eyebrows and asked, "Or are you saying that you have already learned some sword moves?"

Shura looked at him, shook his head, and replied softly: "My disciple is stupid, how can he understand any sword moves? I just feel that this basic sword technique does not have ten years, and I am afraid that after eight years of hard training, I will not be able to cultivate the essence of it."

When Qingxu heard this, a strange look flashed in his eyes. His disciple was willing to sharpen his sword for ten years, and Jishui had already found the essence of this swordsmanship.

I guess some of my other disciples don’t have such a xinxing as my little disciple, right?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel very happy. While pouring hot tea, I asked: "So, when do you plan to go to Zhufeng to practice?"

"I'll go tomorrow." Shura looked at him and replied, "I'll go find Brother Six in a moment and ask him to help me buy some daily necessities in the town at the foot of the mountain. From now on, I will eat and live in the mountain, so there is no need to trouble Brother and Sister.

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"That's fine. You have finally embarked on the path of practicing alone. You have advanced the time by a few years."

Qingxu didn't expect that his disciple no longer wanted to disturb a group of senior sisters and brothers with trivial matters in life.

To be an independent practitioner is the dream of many monks. However, the distance between reality and dreams is usually very cruel, and in the end few monks persist until the end.

That's because practicing alone is really lonely.

Cultivation in the mountains is as lonely as snow. If you can even give up your friends, brothers and sisters, then what Taoism cannot be achieved?

"I'm very happy that you think so." Qingxu looked at him and said quietly.

...

He gave himself a day off, and Shura accompanied his sister to stay in the courtyard of the senior sister for a day. He watched Yue Ying and Xiao Hong practice swordplay together, and found that after one winter, his sister was also a monk at the fifth level of Qi Refining.

"Next spring, my sister will be able to build the foundation."

Looking at the elf-like moon shadow, Shura felt a sense of satisfaction. After experiencing life and death, the brother and sister both embarked on the path of spiritual practice, and finally saw a glimmer of hope for revenge.

"Brother seems to be more powerful than before." Yueying, who had finished practicing her sword, ran over and held his hand and said with a smile.

Shura shook his head and took her little hand and said: "I will go to Zhufeng to practice tomorrow. There is no need to bring me food in the future... I asked Sixth Brother to buy daily necessities for me, and I will go to the mountain by myself

Cook."

Yueying was stunned, looked at him in disbelief and asked: "Brother, can you cook? Do you want Yueying to come up and accompany you?"

Shura looked at her and smiled lightly: "I couldn't do it before, but after I do it a lot in the future, I will naturally get it...You and Senior Sister practice well, and come up to Zhufeng if you miss me."

Xiaohong who sheathed her sword walked over, looked at the two of them and said with a smile: "That's right, Zhufeng is not that far from here."

Yueying nodded, looked at him and replied: "When there is something delicious, Yueying will go to Zhufeng to see her brother."

...

As the name suggests, Bamboo Peak is a mountain covered with green bamboo forests, rising from the corner of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

All the way up the stairs, while feeling the beauty of the bamboo peaks, Shura was also thinking about his sword practice. Because he once heard his master say on the way that a swordsman is like a bamboo, he would rather break than bend, and he must have the courage to move forward.

"I would rather break than bend, the sword is like a bamboo! It seems that this is the spirit of my sword!"

After walking on the winding mountain road, Shura, who was about to turn ten years old, established the spirit of kendo for himself.

Thinking of this, the young man looked up at the rainy and misty sky and shouted loudly: "If you allow me to avenge the blood sea, I will respect you! Otherwise, when I complete my cultivation, I will split the world with one sword."

"Boom!" A sound!

For no reason, there was a thunder in the sky above the bamboo peak, and a bolt of lightning struck the bamboo forest less than five feet away from the boy.

I saw the dense bamboo forest falling forward softly as if cut by a sword.

When the thunder passed by, it was like a divine sword slashing through it, smooth and neat.

The young man raised his head and laughed: "You know you can't kill me, so why bother scaring me? I'm just kidding you!"

"Boom!" There was another thunder brewing in the sky, but it never struck again.

This thunderous sound frightened the senior sister and others at the foot of the mountain.

The senior sister who was making tea in the living room looked at the third senior sister and said: "Your seventh junior brother went up the mountain today, how could there be thunder? He hasn't built a foundation yet?"

"Yueying, what's going on with your brother?" Third Senior Sister asked, looking at Yueying sitting aside.

Yueying shook her head and replied: "I didn't know, I have to ask the master about this."

The senior sister thought for a while, looked at the two of them and said, "It just so happens that I haven't seen the master for a long time. Let's go over and ask for a cup of tea." After that, she took the two of them out of the living room and headed towards the quiet courtyard.

"Master, why did it happen that as soon as my brother climbed up to Bamboo Peak, there was thunder? Is something going to happen?"

Yueying was worried about her brother and shouted as soon as she entered the small courtyard of Qingxu.

Qingxu looked at the three of them and smiled and said: "How does the senior sister think? Your junior brother is only at the eighth level of Qi refining."

Senior sister Li Qinglian thought for a while and shook her head gently: "I don't know, master, please clarify."

Qingxu poured tea for the three of them, put down the book in his hand, and replied calmly: "That is his own business, don't bother with it, he is still far away from the tribulation."

In fact, as a master, Qingxu was also startled by the thunder just now. Although the spring day was thundery, it was not like the sudden burst of thunder that just happened for no reason.

But in the blink of an eye, I remembered that when I first met this young disciple, I was struck with such unreasonable thunder.

"Just when we reached the Bamboo Peak, thunder struck down. How big of an ambition have you made?"

Looking at the sky outside the hall, Qingxu whispered to himself softly.

The senior sister looked at the third senior sister and said: "Third brother, you will go home later and go up to see your seventh junior brother and see what he is doing? Has he been harmed by this catastrophe?"

The third senior sister stroked Yueying's head and said with a smile: "I originally thought that this little guy who broke through three realms in one winter was already a monster. I didn't expect that there is an even more monster. He just went up the mountain and made God angry."

Yueying looked at her and chuckled: "My brother also annoyed Yueying when he met him in Fuwen Town." After saying that, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the sky.

The third senior sister was shocked when she saw that the master had no objection. She thought to herself that this is really a little monster. She also didn’t know how the master could pick up such two strange little guys.

Qingxu looked at the three of them and smiled and said: "Let your junior brother figure this out by himself on the mountain. None of you should interfere with his practice. I am looking forward to his future."

The senior sister looked at the master and said with a smile: "I didn't expect the teacher to be so partial...this little junior sister is still here."

Qingxu looked at Yueying and smiled and said: "You two have to put some effort into teaching this little girl, so as not to ruin her."

Yueying tilted her head, looked at Qingxu and smiled: "Yueying should be as powerful as my brother."

The third senior sister giggled upon hearing this and said, "Little junior sister, it seems you have to work harder."

Upon hearing this, the senior sister couldn't help complaining: "If she's a little bit worse, the worst thing you can do is teach her the body. Who would dare to mess with her when she walks around the world in the future?"

The third senior sister was stunned, looked at the second daughter and said with a smile: "Are you thinking of turning her into a little poison? That's not possible."

...

It is said that Shura has arrived on the Bamboo Peak at this moment.

Looking around, although this is not the highest mountain in Shangqingguan, it is the most beautiful one.

A continuous mountain breeze blows, and the bamboo sea in the mountains makes a rustling sound, making people feel like they are in a fairyland.

However, what Shura was concerned about at this time was his own place of residence.

After walking around for a while, he found a small stone house on the edge of a bamboo forest. Why was it called small? Because he walked around and found that in addition to a sleeping room, the stone house was a small kitchen.

There is no living room next to it, and the senior sisters and brothers at the bottom of the mountain don't even have a place to drink tea with shelter from the wind and rain.

The only thing that made him feel at ease was that there was a mountain spring behind the house. It was much more convenient to use water by himself. He could be regarded as living by water like the third senior sister.

Thinking that he would live and practice here in the future, Shura spent an hour pulling out the weeds in front of and behind the house, and fetched water to clean the two houses.

As soon as he placed the tea set given to him by his master, Senior Brother Six hurried up.

Looking at the sweaty Sixth Brother, Shura pointed at the stone bench in front of him and said with a smile: "Sixth Brother, please sit down and have some tea."

Senior Brother Six looked at him and smiled and said: "Master is afraid of you, so he asked me to bring it to you quickly. I just came back from the small town at the bottom of the mountain, and I will be eating at your place soon."

Shura was startled, then took the space ring he handed over and said with a smile: "It's okay to eat, but I only have a small room up here, so I'm afraid I can't leave Sixth Brother to rest."

The Sixth Senior Brother looked at him and sighed and said: "Do you know why no one wants to come up to Bamboo Peak when it is so beautiful?... There are no trees here. This small hut can only provide shelter from the wind and rain.

There’s no place to entertain guests.”
To be continued...