On the second day after Huan Xin arrived in Beiming, he slept until he woke up naturally. As soon as he went out, he saw that Uncle Qingyun had already gotten up and was drinking tea in front of the main hall.
In fact, thinking about it, he didn't know why he had to come here, but there was a voice in his heart that kept calling him. Huan Xin arrived in front of the main hall and was about to say hello to Uncle Qingyun. After all, he just had a meal yesterday and did not talk to him.
Too much talking.
At this time, there was a sword suspended in the main hall. Huan Xin saw it at a glance. They were a little surprised. They then thought about how the sword got here. Shouldn't it be in the hands of the great grandfather?
Uncle Qingyun was keenly aware of the change in Huan Xin's expression, and for the first time he took the initiative to ask Huan Xin, "Can you cook?"
After coming back to her senses, Huan Xin immediately answered expressively: "Yes, I do. Even at home, my mother cooks all the food, and she doesn't usually let me do it. But I can still cook simple dishes, and I even memorized a recipe book!"
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Uncle Qingyun looked at Huan Xin with a smile and nodded, "That's good. Before you leave, you will cook the meals every day. You will have three meals a day, breakfast, lunch and dinner. You can control the time yourself."
Huan Xin stood there in a daze, wondering if she was here to improve her cooking skills? Why did she become a cook? Will she ask me to clean up after a while?
Just as he was thinking of this, Taoist Master Qingyun responded to the situation and continued: "By the way, clean the bathroom every day. I am old and don't like to move."
After saying that, he picked up the tea cup, sipped the corner of the cup, and drank by himself. Qing Xin looked at the leisurely and contented master in front of him with some depression, and asked carefully: "Master, it's not easy for me to
When you come here, don’t you have anything to say to me?”
Old Taoist Qingyun thought for a while, and then said to Huan Xin seriously: "When it gets dark at night, light the lamp. It's not like outside here. You need to get used to it first."
After saying that, he put down the teacup in his hand and closed his eyes on the recliner.
At this moment, Huan Xin wanted to say something but didn't know where to start. He stood there feeling a little at a loss.
After a while, Uncle Qingyun said again leisurely: "There are books in the innermost room. Once you've finished your work, you can go read a book and don't keep wandering around in front of my eyes."
Huan Xin finally heard what he wanted to hear, so he agreed with some excitement and walked quickly towards the last house.
When he arrived at the door, he looked at the wooden door covered with cobwebs and dust, and wondered how long it had not been cleaned. So he carefully opened the door, and sure enough, the room was full of bookshelves, and the books on the bookshelves were all covered in dust.
They got up, and today they have another day to see the light of day again.
There were seven bookshelves in the room, neatly arranged in the room. Huan Xin did not pick up a book to read immediately, but turned the bookshelves one by one. When he saw "Li Huo" on the fifth bookshelf,
It felt cordial when he read "Jue". Master Tianfeng once told him that the Lihuo Jue he left behind was his own handwritten copy, and the exercises were somewhat different from the original ones. Let Huan Huan
When the mind has a chance, it comes to Beiming and then comprehends it on its own.
After walking around for a while, Qingxin got to know a little bit about the Taoist canon in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. The first two bookshelves were filled with simple theoretical knowledge such as fortune telling, divination, constellations, and gossip. There was a lot of information about the world, and there were also the most books. From
Things are different starting from the third grid. The books in the third grid mainly focus on spells for drawing talismans and forming formations to catch ghosts and demons. The fourth grid contains some methods of refining weapons and alchemy. However, some of the books are already in dilapidated condition.
The pages were yellowed, and many of them were carved on bamboo slips. Quanxin opened his head with a speechless face. The three black lines on his head turned out to be Xiaozhuan. However, Quanxin was not completely disappointed. His mother taught him calligraphy when he was young.
Even though he didn't practice calligraphy very well, he memorized a lot of Xiaozhuan and official script at that time. He should be able to barely understand it if he works hard.
Compared with the fourth frame, the fifth frame has very few books. Including "Li Huo Jue", there are only six books in total. The sixth frame is not to mention, there are only three sets of bamboo slips, all covered with paving.
Full of thick dust.
Until the last frame, Huan Xin saw that there were no books on the bookshelf, but it was obvious that there were two marks indicating that the books had been left there. She thought that there might have been books placed here before, and they were finally put away.
After reading the seven frames, I had a rough idea of how to awaken the heart. Based on my understanding of the Lihuo Jue, I knew that if I had limited time, I would find it difficult to learn the fifth bookshelf or later. In the end, I decided to start from the first one.
Start with a bookshelf and take a systematic look at it. If you don’t look at it, you won’t know. It directly subverts the Taoist heart of Huoxin.
Most of the books in the collection here were left by Beiming's predecessors. Almost all of them are in the form of manuscripts. The content inside is also messy, with annotations and comments. It seems very difficult. However, the immersion of the heart is still
Slowly entering the state, he found that the books recorded here were completely different from those usually bought in bookstores. Qing Xin doubted the authenticity of these books several times, because they almost subverted all the books that Qing Xin had read in the past.
I just read the Taoist classics one by one without sleeping or eating.
In this way, Qingxin began to live a hermit life with a pure heart and few desires, far away from the hustle and bustle of the world. However, Xiaomin, who was far away in the world, leaned his head outside the window and looked at the beautiful scenery on the seaside, but his mind had already drifted far away.
Thousands of miles away in Kunlun, Xiao Min also relaxed after the college entrance examination. She didn't want to think about her test scores. After all, no matter how hard she studied, there would be a big gap between her and you, but she still expected
I hope they can be together, even if they are not in the same school, they are in the same city.
The car drove very slowly. The highway in Nanhai was still in good condition. It was indeed a good choice to enjoy the sea view outside the window at this speed. Soon the car drove to Nanshan Temple, a famous scenic spot.
After the car parked, Xiao Min got out of the car and was shocked by the 108-meter Guanyin statue built in the sea in front of the temple. It is majestic, majestic, and solemn, making people have the urge to bow down.
Xiao Min devoutly came to the feet of the Guanyin Elephant, knelt on the futon, closed her eyes with her hands clasped together, and made a pious wish in her heart, with an imperceptible smile appearing on her lips.
Then she drew lots like all the tourists, and the note read: Near the water and the tower, the moon comes first, but it is cloudy and clear, and it waxes and wanes. The lonely girl admires the moon in the water, and the flowers fall in the mirror. In this life, the wind blows when the fate comes, and the flowers fall after the youth.
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Xiao Min didn't quite understand what the signature meant, but the words "sign" written on it still froze her longing to the bottom. She didn't believe it at first, but how could a person not hope after being worried about it?
Xiao Min held the drawn signature tightly in her hand and did not go to undo it. She turned around and took out her mobile phone and sent a text message to the person who was thousands of miles away who was caring about her: I miss you so much! You miss me.
Yet?
At this time, Huan Xin was concentrating on a book about Yin Yang and Five Elements. He couldn't help but sneeze. He rubbed his sore nose and thought, "Who missed me?" This chapter has been completed!