Time passed by so peacefully, and Li Mu spent these days very leisurely. After a trip down the mountain, it took more than half a year, and the Lin family's annihilation was over, and the enemy's family was also wiped out.
The annihilation of Liu Zhengfeng's family was avoided, Qu Feiyan did not die tragically, and all the Songshan Sect's schemes were thwarted.
It can be said to be a full harvest.
When martial arts has reached his level, relying on so-called hard training is no longer of much use. What is needed is more enlightenment.
As a result, Li Mu completely relaxed.
Apart from taking a few hours to practice martial arts every day, the rest of the time is mostly spent dancing with swords, reciting music, and reciting several volumes of ancient books...
When the mood strikes, he will wander around in the mountains, drinking from the mountain streams when he is thirsty, picking some mountain vegetables and fruits when he is hungry, or catching pheasants and hares to beat his teeth as a sacrifice, and feel at ease.
It is so comfortable and natural, watching the smoke and clouds changing, and the white horses passing by, and a somewhat restless heart gradually becomes peaceful. In this leisurely state of mind, my own understanding of martial arts is also one step closer.
At this time, Li Mu was holding a volume of Taoist canon borrowed from Yue Buqun and studying it carefully. These are only copies with a history of dozens or hundreds of years, and there are many annotations by Huashan seniors on them. Although they are difficult and bitter,
However, there are many mysterious and profound places. If you taste it carefully, you will feel that there are subtle meanings in it. People can't help but indulge in it and can't put down the book.
Li Mu finished reciting a book, but felt that what was said in it was more and more charming as he read it. He closed his eyes for a while and then slowly opened his eyes and put away the book.
It is midsummer at this time, and Huashan Mountain is just like in the past, with peaks and peaks connected and undulating.
Li Mu was walking on the wild trails in the mountains, his steps were strange, as if he was strolling in a leisurely garden, doing whatever he wanted. He seemed to be moving very slowly, but his body was wandering in the mountains like a breeze, coming and going. The last moment he was here.
, and the next moment he was suddenly somewhere else.
The luxuriant bamboos and the fragrance of pine in the mountains and forests were refreshing without even realizing it. Li Mu wandered in the mountains for more than half an hour, and thought about climbing up the cliff again...
Linghu Chong went down the mountain again a few days ago and didn't know what he was doing.
If you ask Li Mu who he wants to see most right now, there is no doubt that Feng Qingyang is the person. During these days, he has made great progress, gained great insights, and also has many doubts.
There are many questions that Yue Buqun seems to understand.
It was a pity that during this period, he often walked in the mountains of Huashan. Although he did not deliberately, he also swam in various places in Huashan, but he never saw Feng Qingyang's figure.
Feng Qingyang said that day that if we are destined to meet again in the future, we will meet again. I don't know where he lives, so why don't I think about Guoya?
Li Mu was very fast and reached the cliff in half a stick of incense. Even though it was early autumn, the scenery on Yunu Peak was still extremely beautiful. In contrast, Si Guo, who was naked on the cliff, looked quite strange.
Although it has been passed down from generation to generation in Huashan Mountain that Siguo Cliff was chosen here because there is no grass or trees and almost no birds and animals. When the punished disciples face the wall and think about their mistakes, they will not be disturbed by foreign objects. Such a dedicated study of martial arts will definitely achieve twice the result with half the effort.
.Li Mu also felt that it was very reasonable back then, but as his martial arts became more advanced, he no longer felt this way.
When your martial arts skills are still shallow, it is very good to have nothing to worry about.
When you practice martial arts to a high level, you should imitate the heaven and earth, and realize the wonder of the rising and setting of the sun and the growth of all things.
On weekdays, we need to get closer to nature, stay with the vegetation, and sing in harmony with the birds and animals, so that we can gradually understand the principles of the Dharma and improve our state of mind. Realizing this on the cliff is not as good as a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters and beautiful scenery.
Of course, Li Mu also knows that this is because he has mastered martial arts to a high level and no longer has to practice hard. But for those who have not yet mastered martial arts and are still taking root, they are still unable to control their thoughts and have nothing to worry about.
This Siguoya can indeed help them not to be disturbed by external objects and concentrate on practicing martial arts.
Li Mu once again came to the entrance of the cave where the Five Mountains' inscriptions were hidden. Over this period of time, Li Mu, Linghu Chong, Yue Buqun and his wife had completed all the various martial arts moves described in it.
In order to prevent someone from accidentally entering Huashan Mountain and discovering this place in the future, Yue Buqun made rubbings of all the moves inside, then sealed the entrance of the cave and made a tight cover-up.
When Li Mu came to the entrance of the cave, he did not intend to go in. Instead, he stared at the large smooth stone at his feet, where the Huashan disciples sat when they thought about it.
The stone wall on the right side of the big stone is engraved with the three characters "Feng Qingyang", with iron hooks and silver strokes, the pen is straight and vigorous, and it penetrates half an inch into the stone.
The ingenious use of force is astonishing.
When he first saw these words, he seemed to have seen a wonderful sword technique. He had savored it carefully for a long time. Now that he saw it again, he still felt that it was extremely exquisite.
Li Mu stared blankly for a long time, and suddenly his heart moved. He used his fingers as a sword and started to draw. With just a movement of his fingers, the word "Li Mu" was written out.
His writing style is smooth, like wind and snow dancing, and flowing clouds and flowing water. Each of these two characters is like a sword move, containing numerous changes. It seems very simple, but the charm and spirit in it are very subtle, and it feels extremely easy.
Break it, but if you really want to break it, you will feel like you have no way to start.
As he wrote in his hands, he couldn't help but taste the beauty of the three words "Feng Qingyang" on the stone. He didn't deliberately imitate it, but just followed what he thought in his heart and the mysterious artistic conception in his heart. He wrote it smoothly with smooth hands.
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Sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes hesitant, sometimes stagnant, sometimes vigorous and vigorous, sometimes clear and elegant, but every time he wrote it, it seemed to follow the same trajectory, but the artistic conception was always different. Gradually he wrote it over and over again.
The two words "Li Mu" were turned over and over again, densely packed and integrated. The handwriting became larger and larger, and the movements became faster and faster. Finally, it opened and closed vertically and horizontally, overflowing with energy, and the sound of chichichi was heard in the air, as if it were real.
It looks like a long sword.
The more Li Mu wrote, the more heartily he wrote. After writing for more than half an hour, he suddenly heard a clear scolding from him and saw his fingers suddenly draw out against the stone wall in front of him. His fingers fell like a sword and as fast as a thunderbolt. All he saw was stone powder.
Flying around, the two big characters "Li Mu" with iron hooks and silver strokes broke out of the stone.
Looking carefully, these two words are in one go, with far-reaching meanings. Their power is domineering and sharp, as if they are about to break through the wall and fly out. At the first sight, people will feel that the sword's intention is compelling, sharp and without direction, just like Dugu Jiu.
The sword has the power to attack but not to defend, to advance but not to retreat, and is fierce and fierce...
He finished writing it in one breath, savored it for a long time, nodded slightly, and was extremely satisfied. Unfortunately, he then took advantage of the palm of his hand and erased these two words in a purple atmosphere. It was really not suitable to appear here.
He sighed softly, moved his body, and in a few flashes, reached the top of Siguo Cliff.
Li Mu dusted off his sleeves and stood on the cliff bank with his hands behind his hands, letting the mountain wind blow by and his green robe fluttering.
His temperament is out of the ordinary, his divine light is restrained, his movements and stillness are strict, and his laws are strict, and he has a faint air of a martial arts master.