Murong Zhilan and Ximen Yuyan had not gone far when they met Baili Yunyan who was about to leave and was looking for her everywhere.

Baili Yunyan grabbed her sleeve and asked: "Junior sister, where have you taken Miss Yuyan to? Don't you know we are about to set off?"

Murong Zhi, who was angry, was stunned for a moment and blurted out: "Senior sister, that guy Shura lives in the inn in front and has a whole courtyard for himself..."

Baili Yunyan was surprised and asked: "Why does he own a yard for himself? How much money does it cost?"

Ximen Wuhen, who was holding the horse, raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Ximen Yuyan and asked, "Sister, do you know that young man too?"

Ximen Yuyan shook her head and said nothing.

Although she was also confused in her heart, she did not dare to identify the masked boy as Li Xiuyuan, a disciple of Zhufeng. She also did not want her brother to cause trouble for the boy.

Tantai Mingyue, a woman in white dress who was walking slowly, glanced at Murong Zhilan, frowned and said: "Don't run around in the future, so as not to make us worry about you!"

Murong Zhilan stepped forward and took her hand and said softly: "Senior sister, when you get to Yinchuan City, go and get another token with Elder Ouyang."

"What do you want to do? Do you think this is our Wuji Holy Land?" Tantai Mingyue glared at her, looked back at Feng Yun and others and said, "Let's speed up and try to get to Yinchuan City in two days."

Ouyang Xia Yun, who was going out to see everyone off, looked at everyone and said, "Yes, when we get to Yinchuan City, there will be senior brothers there who will arrange for everyone's food and accommodation."

Amid a burst of shouting, a group of people got on horseback and headed out of Niujiao Town in the spring breeze.

...

It was past noon in the inn.

Under the peach tree in the yard, Li Xiuyuan stood like an old peach tree. There was no bright spring breeze in his eyes, and he didn't even pay attention to the petals that occasionally fell.

The bamboo sword in his hand is getting heavier and heavier. He holds the sword like a pen and never drops it, turning into a divine dragon sword.

He once slashed Shushan, but he was trapped in this cage-like sword move.

Just like when he was on Fangcun Mountain, his husband and the old monk set up a cage in his body, forcing him to always use his physical strength to bear the difficulties he encountered.

Unexpectedly, it turned around in a big circle and returned to the situation at that time.

However, this time the old Taoist priest was more ruthless and simply banned all his cultivation.

At this time, Li Xiuyuan was no longer the little monk on Fangcun Mountain in the Five Realms. He was not far away from the middle stage of transcendence, and the same was true for his swordsmanship.

The bamboo sword in his hand was as heavy as a mountain, and there was only a slight distance left to cut off the cage on his body.

However, this seemingly small distance was like a chasm in his eyes.

This is also the reason why he has never practiced the second move of Shenlong Sword Technique.

It wasn't until I came to the Xuanwu Continent and had a battle with the zombies under the Bamboo Peak that I realized that Qianlongyuan with just one move was not enough.

He wanted to master the second sword technique as soon as possible, but he was just one step away, but he still couldn't take it. Even if he was in a state of mind, he would inevitably feel anxious.

It wasn't until he stood under the peach tree and swung his sword like a mountain that he realized that he thought that as long as he reached the realm of the cave sky, he would be able to understand the second sword technique. This was actually a ridiculous idea.

He stood there for nearly two hours. With no results, he put away his sword and sat under the eaves to make tea.

There was food on the table that the waiter had prepared long ago, but it was tasteless to him.

In spring in the far north, even the bright sunshine cannot hide the chill from the snow-capped mountains.

Sitting under the eaves, Li Xiuyuan looked at the old peach tree in the yard. The peach blossoms preserved under his sword were blooming tenaciously. He thought that he was like this peach blossom that could not be killed, and it would bloom no matter how cold it was.

...

Not long after, it started to drizzle again.

Li Xiuyuan, who was sitting at the table about to sharpen his ink, frowned. It was not easy to travel in such weather. Murong Zhilan and his party would not be able to reach Yinchuan City even if they spent three days.

Boom boom boom!

Before he could take out the inkstone, there was a knock on the door outside the hospital.

"Stop knocking, just come." Li Xiuyuan put down the tea cup in his hand and stood up to greet the door, wondering who else would come to see him at this time of year.

"I'm here to sit down. I won't disturb you, right?" The person who came in was Ouyang Xia Yun from the Snowfield Holy Land.

"No, please come in and sit down." Li Xiuyuan looked a little strange and thought, "Why did you come to me?"

After the two of them sat down at the table, Ouyang Xiayun asked: "I thought you would follow the monk back to Xuefeng Mountain, but I didn't expect you to stay here..."

Li Xiuyuan looked at the increasingly dense rain and asked, "The disciples of Wuji Holy Land and Tianyun Holy Land are leaving today. I thought you would leave together."

Ouyang Xia Yun said in surprise: "The disciples from Tianlong Holy Land have not arrived yet. There are also some disciples from other sects and aristocratic families. I am only responsible for receiving them here..."

Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said, "I don't care about these things. What's wrong with you coming to see me?"

Ouyang Xiayun sighed and asked: "Would you like to go to Yinchuan City and have a look? I can write a letter to my sister and ask her to find a qualification for you."

"No, it's fine for me to stay here. No one will bother me... Also, when will you leave for the ruins deep in the snow-capped mountains."

In Li Xiuyuan's opinion, it won't be long before it's mid-spring in the Snowy Mountains.

He couldn't stay in this small Niujiao town forever. He would either go to Yinchuan City or take a detour to Tag Snow Mountain.

As long as you can reach the ruins before they open, that's enough.

Ouyang Xia Yun suddenly sighed and said: "I don't know what went wrong in Tianyun Mountain. Originally, the senior brother who was coming this time was the senior brother from Zhufeng, but I didn't expect that he ended up being the disciple of the law enforcement elder."

Having said this, Ouyang Xia Yun frowned slightly, as if he didn't like Ximen Wuhen.

Li Xiudi was stunned for a moment, then asked: "The girl in purple from Meishan went to the Dalu Inn. Didn't you see her? Did you have the impulse to lift her veil?"

In his opinion, only a simple and honest guy like Ouyang Xia Yun could stand a little witch like Yun Ziyi.

"You are joking, Meishan disciples are not easy to mess with."

Ouyang Xia said this, then took a sip of the spiritual tea handed over by Li Xiuyuan, and then laughed and said: "We disciples of the Snowfield Holy Land do not dare to provoke the women of Meishan."

When Li Xiuyuan heard this, he couldn't help laughing and said, "I thought you would give it a try that day, but it seems you are also a coward."

Unexpectedly, Ouyang Xiayun waved his hand and said: "You don't even dare to mess with the hornet's nest, let me poke it!"

"When will you leave Yinchuan City? You won't wait until April, right?" Li Xiuyuan asked: "Do you want to follow?"

"We will leave in ten days." Ouyang Xia Yun smiled and said: "The ruins will be opened in mid-March, and it will not exceed two days..."

"How many days does it take to get from Yinchuan City?" Li Xiuyuan silently calculated the remaining distance in his mind and said, "Do you elders know how long you will have to stay in the ruins?"

"It takes three to five days to get to Tag Snow Mountain from Yinchuan City." Ouyang Xia Yun said with a smile: "As I said, you go to Yinchuan City with me and let my sister think of a solution. Just because of your relationship with Wuji Holy Land, there will definitely be no problem.

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Li Xiuyuan was slightly startled and said: "Forget it, I can't owe them any favors. At worst, I'll find a way to buy a brand with someone..."

Ouyang Xiayun was startled, looked at him and smiled: "What do you mean, you still want to go to the ruins?"

Li Xiuyuan added some hot tea and said with a laugh: "In the season of warm spring and beautiful flowers, you have nothing to do. If you have a chance, you might as well go and take a look."

After careful consideration, if I didn't go to Yinchuan City and stayed for two more days, I could go to the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain to go to the ruins of the volcanic eruption.

Ouyang Xiayun drank the tea in the cup and said with a smile: "I have to go back and see if anyone will come today."

With a wave of his hand, Li Xiuyuan sent away the genius of the Snowfield Holy Land, looked at him and said with a smile: "My bad things are not worth your attention."

...

Shenshi is coming to an end and the misty spring rain gradually stops.

After sending Ouyang Xia Yun away, Li Xiuyuan took out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, spread it on the table, and poured some tea into the inkstone.

Holding a tube of pine ink is like holding a sword, slowly grinding it.

Half of the Buddhist scriptures on the desk have been copied, and the wolf hair in his hand is as heavy as a mountain, just like when he stood under the old peach tree in the yard and tried to cut off the heavy shackles on his body with the bamboo sword in his hand.

Thinking about the strokes in the Buddhist scriptures in my mind, I feel like a dragon escaping from the abyss. When I look at it, the raindrops dripping from the eaves are like thousands of weak waters in the abyss.

Lifting the pen sinks into the wrist, and dropping the pen is like dropping a sword.

The ink-absorbed wolf hair is like a raindrop on the eaves that cannot be caught. The rainwater falls heavily on the bluestone along a certain trajectory.

The bluestone slab was so heavy that a shallow pit was carved out over the years.

The wolf hair fell heavily like a mountain, like a mountain avalanche, or like a mountain falling. When it fell heavily, it turned into an unsheathed sword and landed lightly on the snow-white scripture scroll.

When the wind rises, so does the sword!

When the rain falls, the sword falls!

Li Xiuyuan, who has achieved Phoenix Nirvana for three times, can finally try to control the Ruoshui sword energy in his hand, or the flame sword energy that can penetrate the back of paper.

The power of the three thousand swords that slashed the sky and the earth turned into two different sword energies wrapped around the fingers, which were hidden in the lines of the Buddhist scriptures.

This is what I smell, this is what I smell...

At this moment, Li Xiuyuan no longer wanted to release the sword energy in his chest between the lines. Instead, he wanted to hide it, hide it deeply, and be extremely restrained.

From then on, the Buddhist scriptures I copied were Buddhist scriptures, and there was no longer that amazing sword aura. The sword aura was hidden in my chest, but it was no longer hidden in the lines between my fingers.

Looking at the plain Buddhist scriptures on the white paper, Li Xiuyuan felt a sense of satisfaction after enlightenment.

Back then, when I was discussing Buddhism with the old monk in the Great Buddha Temple, the master and the disciple once talked about the three realms of Buddhism. This was also the realm that my husband talked about when he took him to Tianshan Mountain for the first time.

When I first went up the mountain, I saw the mountains as mountains and the water as water.

When I climb halfway up the mountain, my legs and feet feel weak, my head feels dizzy, and I start to see that the mountain is not a mountain, and that the water is not water.
To be continued...