Li Xiuyuan took a deep breath, wrote the last word, and stopped writing.

This is an imperfect Buddhist scripture. The words in the first half of the volume are like an iron horse and a sword.

In the second half of the volume, the sword energy is restrained and there is no trace of anger.

If the fonts of the Buddhist scriptures were not of the same style, even the old man in the library at Tianyun Mountain would mistakenly think that they were copied by two different people.

Gently dry the last page, take out the seal, dry it with cinnabar, and print the traces of the Luoxia Immortal on the title page.

He does not plan to give this scripture away to anyone.

Even if you meet the monk Buli again another day, you can copy a new volume and give it to him.

This volume of scripture records his journey of spiritual practice, the sword skills he learned between life and death, and the Buddhist principles he learned in reincarnation.

It can be regarded as a record of his understanding of Buddhism, his practice of swordsmanship, and the process of returning to a state of simplicity and authenticity.

He planned to give this scroll to his sister Li Xiaoxue, so that she could slowly understand the three secrets of swordsmanship and Buddhism in the long years to come.

As long as I give it to my sister, my mother, my husband, and my wife, everyone can learn from and be inspired by it.

Even Mu Mu and Nangong Ruyu who were far away in the Phoenix Valley could see it.

He gently closed the scroll and put away the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table.

Amidst the sound of footsteps, the waiter came in and asked him what he would have for dinner.

Li Xiuyuan smiled and said: "Do you have a small pot or stove? Give me a few kilograms of mutton. I will cook the meat here tonight."

He was in a good mood and decided to comfort himself.

As soon as the waiter heard this, he immediately turned around and went to the inn's kitchen to organize some things. After all, there were not many guests as generous as Li Xiuyuan on weekdays.

Waving his hand, Li Xiuyuan began to prepare the hot pot ingredients.

It seems that the last time I had hot pot was on Luoxia Mountain. In the north where the spring rain is mixed with the chill, cooking a pot of mutton is just the right thing to ward off the cold.

He looked up at the foggy night sky and murmured to himself: "It's raining again. Is this June for you?"

Thinking that he was about to set off to the depths of the snow-capped mountains, he shook his head helplessly.

Looking at the guy who came in with the brazier, he asked: "Brother, are there any good raincoats for sale in this town? Can you buy one for me? The kind that can protect against the spring rain."

"This is a simple matter. When will the guest leave? I will buy it for you tomorrow..." The waiter looked at him and smiled.

"It will happen tomorrow, I won't leave so soon."

Li Xiuyuan smiled and said, "I just thought that if you ride on a horse and get caught in the rain, it will not be a good thing after all."

After hearing this, the waiter laughed and walked out of the yard.

Xindao thought that this guest really meant something. He was obviously a powerful monk, but he was afraid of the heavy spring rain.

He had never heard of monks being afraid of rain.

...

Spring rain is as precious as oil, which refers to the place south of Loulan.

There was a charcoal fire under the eaves, and an iron pot was placed on the fire, with mutton cooking in the pot.

The strong aroma of meat mixed with the smell of spices and chili wafts through the drizzle over the small courtyard and floats around.

After opening a jar of bamboo leaf spirit wine, Li Xiuyuan poured himself a glass, held it in his hand and sent it to his relatives in the starry sky, and murmured: "I hope that my father, mother, sister, husband and wife will all be well..."

Thinking of Tang Qiuyu's little treasure, he thought that by the time he returned to Xinghua Valley, he would probably be a father.

As I thought about it, I couldn't help laughing.

Life is like a dream. The relatives and friends around me are just like passers-by. If you think about it carefully, they are even more passers-by than passers-by.

Passers-by still passed by their homes for a moment, but they were kicked out of the starry sky by their master at every turn.

Apart from his own master, it is impossible to even find his way home.

He picked up a piece of cooked mutton, blew lightly, trembled his lips twice, and said, "I have spiced mutton and a hundred catties of fine wine? Why do I need to ask for it?"

He reached out and added two pieces of charcoal to the brazier, thinking that it would be great if the monk was still there. The two of them had wine, meat and stories. In this spring rainy night, they would not sit alone with each other looking at the lamp.

Sighed.

At this moment, the closed courtyard door banged again.

Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said loudly: "Stop taking photos when you are here. Why are you knocking on the door again..."

While shouting, he opened the wooden door of the yard, and then he was stunned.

I saw two teenagers, a boy and a girl, standing at the door. The boy was wearing a yellow satin, and the girl was wearing a goose-yellow skirt. I wonder if it was a foggy spring night, but the girl's face was red from the cold, and she looked very cute.

.

"Who are you looking for?" Li Xiuyuan was stunned and asked in a daze.

"No... I'm sorry, my sister was attracted by the fragrance in your yard..." The young man looked embarrassed and explained to Li Xiuyuan.

Li Xiuyuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "I'm eating... something, do you want to come in and join us?"

There were guests on a spring night, but they were attracted by the aroma of his hot pot. Li Xiuyuan couldn't help feeling secretly proud, and turned sideways to let the two of them enter the courtyard.

Then he shouted to the front yard: "Man, cut another pot of mutton over here.

Li Xiuyuan is not a person who cannot bear loneliness, nor does he care about being disturbed.

Just when I was thinking about leaving the monk, I was alone with a lone lamp and a pot of mutton drinking, but I didn't expect that the next moment someone who couldn't stand the temptation of the fragrance came to the door.

"Come, come, guest, wait a moment." The waiter's response came from the front yard.

"What kind of meat do you eat, and why does it smell so good?" the girl behind the boy asked softly.

Li Xiuyuan welcomed the two of them to the table outside the living room, looking at this person who was different from Murong Zhilan's playful and cute appearance, and also different from Yun Ziyi's mysterious veil with an impetuous heart.

There is a slight resemblance... It should be said that Ximen Yuyan is somewhat similar to the girl in front of her. If I were to find a word to describe it, it would be a kind of quiet beauty.

After inviting the brother and sister to sit down, the waiter brought a pot of mutton, bowls, chopsticks, and wine glasses.

Li Xiuyuan poured the spirit wine for the two of them, and said with a faint smile: "I'm worried about drinking wine alone... Come on, let's try the taste of my wine."

However, the young man did not pick up the wine glass in a hurry, but pointed to the quiet girl beside him and said: "This is my seventh sister, Yuwen Liuli, who is fifteen years old this year. I am his brother Yuwenjie, who is one year older than her."

When Li Xiuyuan heard this, he had no choice but to stand up and reply: "I am Shura, from Loulan City."

Yuwen Liuli, who was sitting and gently smelling the aroma of meat in the pot, smiled slightly: "We are from Phoenix City."

Li Xiuyuan looked at the two brothers and sister and said thoughtfully: "Yanqing glazed leaves, Fengya coral flowers...this name is very particular."

He laughed loudly, picked up the cup and said with a smile: "It's better to meet by chance than to invite me. I will only drink three cups, you two are free to do as you like."

"The smoke is light and the glass leaves are fragrant, and the coral flowers are beautiful. What a poem. Sister, you have to write this sentence down." Yu Wenjie looked at his sister and laughed.

The brother and sister picked up the wine glass in front of them and sniffed it gently. Suddenly, their eyes lit up. Yu Wenjie drank the spirit wine in the glass in one breath and laughed: "Good wine!"

Yuwen Liuli glared at her brother, took a small taste, and then said with watery eyes: "It has the fragrance of bamboo leaves... Is this the newly brewed spiritual wine in spring?"

Li Xiuyuan picked up a piece of mutton, looked at the two of them and said with a smile: "Drink the spiritual wine made from my bamboo leaves, and try this mutton again..."

Yuwen Liuli looked at the boy in front of her who was younger than herself, and there was something strange at the corner of her lips. She picked up a piece of mutton and put it into her mouth.

After just one bite, it was so spicy that I wanted to spit it out.

Li Xiuyuan smiled and said: "Bear it, after a while you will know what it feels like."

Yuwen Liuli nodded, gently covered his mouth with his little hand, and tried to bite it bit by bit, a look of surprise gradually appeared on his face.

After finishing the meat in his mouth, he paused and smiled at Yujie: "Brother, hurry up and try it. It's so delicious. Liuli has never tried eating it this way."

Yu Wenjie nodded and said with a smile: "Is it that exaggerated?"

He reached out and picked up a piece of mutton, blew it gently, then stuffed it into his mouth, and then showed the same expression as Yuwen Liuli.

Then without saying anything, he picked up a few pieces one after another, put them into his mouth and chewed them loudly.

Then he took a sip of the spirit wine and said loudly: "Happy, this kind of bamboo leaf spirit wine, paired with this kind of mutton, it's really like a fairy..."

Li Xiuyuan looked at the two of them quietly and said calmly: "I have a friend who likes to drink. He just left yesterday and he hasn't eaten this meat yet..."

Thinking of Monk Buli's honest and honest appearance, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but sigh.

When Yu Wenjie heard this, he couldn't help but ask: "Where has your friend gone? Why did he abandon such a fine wine and leave you?"

Li Xiuyuan, who came back to his senses, laughed and replied: "He is a monk from Xuefeng Mountain. Due to various reasons, his senior brother took him back to his disciples..."

At this time, Li Xiuyuan was thinking that if that guy Yun Ziyi was still here, would he be like Yuwen Liuli in front of him, who was so hot that his face turned red and he was still moaning with pleasure.

Thinking of this, I thought to myself, if I wanted to make money, would opening a restaurant in Loulan City be the same as the Hongxiu Restaurant in Fengyun City?

"Brother, are you planning to go to Yinchuan City?"

Yu Wenjie, whose face was red from the heat, took another sip of spiritual wine, pointed at the wine in the glass and asked with a smile: "Did you make this wine from bamboo leaves? This is really good, I have never drunk it...

..."

Yuwen Liuli also nodded, but was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

"Why do you want to go to Yinchuan City?" Li Xiuyuan poured the spirit wine for the two brothers and sisters, and then said: "There are Yulong Snow Mountain deep in the snow-capped mountains, as well as Meishan Mountain and Xuefeng Mountain. None of them is worse than Yinchuan City."
To be continued...