Chapter 130 The Wind and Snow Resurrection View, Waiting for One Thousand Years
In the wind and snow, Gu Yusheng, dressed in white, returned to the small courtyard in the deep alley. The old locked door was never opened again in the next few days.
The courtyard was covered with frost and snow, and occasionally birds landed under the eaves in search of food.
In the small house, Gu Yusheng practiced meditation.
Just like when he first entered the Qingyun Sect, he began to breathe for two hours every day, absorbing the Yuanling Qi from heaven and earth according to the Taiqing Lingyin Jue, and continuously cultivated the Yuanling Qi into his body until it was pure.
When the vitality of the Dantian is abundant, Gu Yusheng uses the gourd to nourish his sword, puts his three souls into the gourd, and in the world in the spiritual gourd, uses his thoughts as his sword and repeatedly practices the basics of sword moves.
Try to improve the power of each sword energy, understand the hidden sword power of each move, and constantly refine your sword intention.
He has entered the realm of sword heart and there is no need to turn back to practice.
But Mr. Fang Qiuliang's words made Gu Yusheng completely calm down.
Only when he persisted day after day did he understand the meaning of reviewing the past and learning the new.
Gu Yusheng deduced from the basic fourteen postures that there should be a fifteenth posture.
From the changes in the sword's energy, he understood that the lightness of the sword is the lightness, and the weight of the sword is the power. In other words, even if he does not deliberately pursue an extremely advanced body skill secret book, he can also understand the changes of the sword.
Outstanding skill in movement.
When the body changes, the sword changes.
When the sword moves, the body follows!
The power of the sword does not focus on the power of the ox, tiger, dragon, or elephant. It can also be made from light to heavy.
The changes therein are mysterious.
This was something Gu Yusheng had never realized before.
During the Qingyun Sect competition, he once saw Zhuqing transforming the moon into a pine tree with a sword. Although Zhuqing was defeated by Zhuang Qi, Gu Yusheng felt that he was not as good at controlling spiritual power as Zhuqing.
Think about it carefully.
In fact, it is a lack of attainments in the art of swordsmanship.
same.
Zhuang Qi's sword move that was able to break Zhu Qing was not a show of strength with the demon-slaying sword, but rather he concentrated the power of the sword to a new level.
Like mountains and flowing water.
It is definitely not an effect achieved by force.
Gu Yusheng calmed down.
Gain something day and night.
Nor do you rejoice in yourself.
Time is like snow, falling on the courtyard, turning white layer after layer.
This day.
Gu Yusheng was immersed in the practice of swordsmanship, using his mind as a sword. Suddenly, he felt that the strange little sword in the divine sea bottle trembled slightly, and quietly, a second green lotus bloomed!
"this!"
Gu Yusheng looked surprised, and with a thought in his mind, the green lotus floated over and landed on his hand.
these days.
He has not understood the Futian Sword Art, let alone the Qinglian Sword Art.
But this green lotus turned into a sword shadow in his hand, and it seemed to be real in an instant.
Although he condensed three souls into a soul body, Gu Yusheng sensed that the mind sword held by the soul was like a spiritual sword and had incredible power.
Gu Yusheng's heart was open and open-minded.
Holding the spiritual sword in his hand, he slashed out with one sword.
In the spiritual gourd world ahead, there were stars, dead branches and old trees, and a bright light bloomed into the world. What he was thinking about was a crow landing on an old branch!
In the small courtyard in front of the court, if a person looks up at the bright moon, a crow circles the tree three times. When it falls on a branch, the bird reflects in the moon, and it is like the moon hiding the crow.
His sword is the scenery.
A quiet garden.
Better than the bright moon and the pine trees!
It is the first form of Futian Sword Technique - Mingyue Biezhi!
When Gu Yusheng's soul was in the court, he realized that the beautiful moonlight emanating from the sky was actually the reflection of his heart after his sword energy had been comprehended and changed to a new level.
The real killing intention in this move is that after the sword scene is generated, the sword energy will not disappear when the moonlight is there. Using the shadows of trees, blackbirds and stars as the scene can create a small world, hiding the effect of sealing and confining it.
Gu Yusheng was shocked in his heart, but he did not forget to carefully understand what he was thinking and thinking when he used this sword.
As long as he can maintain the sword energy in his heart, the prison seal of this move will last forever.
Gu Yusheng tried to control the sword energy.
After half a cup of tea, all the surrounding scenes gradually faded away.
"It turns out that I don't really understand the mystery of this sword art."
Gu Yusheng pondered secretly.
But at this moment, he only felt that his soul was tired, and his three souls faded and returned to his body.
After a while, Gu Yusheng opened his eyes and looked inside his dantian. He had recently refined and refined the spiritual energy, which contained more than twice as much energy as usual, but it was completely consumed.
"It turns out that using a sword as a metaphor consumes so much spiritual power."
Gu Yusheng exhaled a breath of turbid air. He took off the gourd from his waist and took a sip. This sip of wine was unusual. The spiritual power hidden in the wine quickly replenished his depleted Dantian.
After Gu Yusheng spied on the hidden world in the spiritual gourd, he stored the things he used on daily basis in it.
On that day, Qianshan had a hangover, entered a psychedelic wonderland, and obtained a pot of spiritual wine from the wine well, which could hold several jars.
These days, Gu Yusheng is busy meditating, hanging the spiritual gourd on the wall behind him every day, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth every day, and turning it into the heavenly banished immortal spirit wine. Every sip hides the purest spiritual power in the world.
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If it had been in the past, Gu Yusheng would not have dared to drink too much.
But this time he practiced hard, not only immersed himself in swordsmanship, but also practiced the introductory Taiqing Lingyin Jue every day. Over time, he actually expanded his Dantian and meridians more than twice.
The amount of spiritual power it can hold is completely beyond Gu Yusheng's imagination.
"The mystery of the body is like the stars in the sky, truly mysterious."
Gu Yusheng stood up.
Open the door slowly.
The cold wind blows.
The coldness was so severe that Gu Yusheng frowned slightly.
He has never seen such frosty weather since he was a child.
He looked up and stared.
The branches of the old locust tree outside the alley had icy edges hanging down from them.
Like thousands of swords.
Gu Yusheng was thoughtful.
The wonder of nature can also create a frosty sword array.
Look at the corner again.
A plum blossom blooms in the cold winter.
The fragrance hits your nose.
In a trance.
Gu Yusheng seemed to see a beautiful shadow floating across the blooming plum blossoms.
miss.
Suddenly it came to mind.
Gu Yusheng picked a plum blossom and twisted it in the palm of his hand. He stood in the snow and murmured: "I wonder if the wind and snow in Jingting Mountain is as big as Qingping Mountain."
Gu Yusheng's originally extremely calm heart.
Like ripples in a wave.
No matter how hard it is to heal.
He looked at the dark gray sky.
The figure moved.
Suddenly we arrived at the outskirts.
"Mr. Fang."
Gu Yusheng walked to the Podaoguan Gate Courtyard.
Got no response.
Gu Yusheng couldn't help but quicken his steps, stepped over the threshold and entered the view. Fang Qiuliang was not in the view. Gu Yusheng's eyes fell on the stone table in front of the ancient statue.
An incense tripod, burning three pillars of red incense.
"Here it is!"
Gu Yusheng heard the sound and looked along the place where the incense was wafting. He saw Mr. Fang on the top of the Taoist temple, using straw to cover the ventilated area. The cold wind was blowing on his face, and long popsicles were hanging on Fang Qiuliang's nose and eyebrows.
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People are turning into ice sculptures!
Gu Yusheng was stunned for a moment, jumped up, and carried Fang Qiuliang, who was frozen stiff, from the top of the Taoist temple.
He hurriedly added firewood to the fire pit to make the fire burn brighter.
Fang Qiu was wrapped in a cool quilt and shivering from the cold.
He shouted: "Wine, have a sip of wine."
Gu Yusheng quickly poured wine and boiled hot water. After Fang Qiuliang had warmed up a little, he said, "Mr. Fang, why don't you come and stay at my house."
"I won't go." Fang Qiuliang shook his head, "I don't like the old woman next door to you. If you live with her, the Yin Qi will be even colder than today."
Gu Yusheng looked at the tile ridges and hollows on the dilapidated Taoist temple, and then at Fang Qiuliang, whose face was pale.
"Mr. Fang, let me repair this Taoist temple for you."
Fang Qiuliang looked at Gu Yusheng seriously: "Are you okay?"
Gu Yusheng nodded and said, "It shouldn't be difficult."
Fang Qiuliang smiled inexplicably, "Then I will be happy and free. If you can cultivate this Taoist temple, it will be considered a merit."
Gu Yusheng scratched his head and said, "Mr. Fang, I just think it's too cold today, I have no other thoughts."
Fang Qiuliang seems to be particularly concerned about this matter:
"Do you really think that?"
"Um."
Gu Yusheng walked to the Poguan courtyard and walked around the outer courtyard.
Quickly rush to Qingyun Town.
It didn't take long.
Gu Yusheng came pushing a wheelbarrow loaded with green tiles and straw.
Gongliang, the son of the charcoal seller, also came and lit a fire outside the courtyard, dug out some deep yellow mud and mixed it with rice milk.
Gu Yusheng built a temporary ladder, put it on the dilapidated Taoist temple, and moved the green tiles to the top of the Taoist temple little by little.
Gongliang, the charcoal seller's son, also wanted to go to the Taoist temple to help, but before he reached the top of the Taoist temple, he couldn't stand the ladder and fell down several times.
Helpless, Gu Yusheng could only stand alone on the top of the Taoist temple, spread the green tiles that had been moved up, bundled straw into the wind vents, and restored the Taoist temple step by step.
Fang Qiuliang never helped. He just stood in front of the stone statue of the Taoist temple, staring at the three pillars of incense that seemed to never be burned out.
Until dusk.
The dilapidated Taoist temple finally had a new roof, with straw mixed with green tiles and yellow mud. Although it still looked a bit shabby and scrawled, the frost and snow could no longer blow in.
"Mr. Fang, I'll take Uncle Gong back. I'll come back to see you tomorrow morning." Gu Yusheng walked for a while, then turned back and said, "Mr. Fang, can that Hongyan of yours really send letters?"
"Yes, yes, you can come tomorrow and I will ask the bird to deliver a message to you." Fang Qiuliang stood at the door of the Taoist temple, with his hands folded in his sleeves. That strange bird flew from nowhere and landed on it.
his shoulders.
Watching Gu Yusheng and Gong Liang disappear into the night pushing their wheelbarrows.
Fang Qiuliang just returned to the Taoist temple. He turned around and knocked in front of the stone statue. His forehead was black and blue. His voice trembled: "Taoist, it's been a thousand years. This disciple has been waiting for a thousand years!"
On the way home.
Gong Liang pushed the wheelbarrow, his face was dark, and Gu Yusheng followed slowly.
"Son."
Gong Liang suddenly stopped and turned around to bow to Gu Yusheng.
"Uncle Gong, what are you doing?"
Gong Liang said: "Young Master has done good things, and the world doesn't know about it, but I must know that after the death of the Lu family, the doctor in the town came to my house many times in person. My mother's leg disease has been much better. When spring comes,
Then I won't suffer anymore. Being able to help the young master today is the greatest blessing in my life."
Gu Yusheng quickly avoided the front.
"When Mr. Gong gave me half a car of charcoal, I didn't die of cold that winter. Uncle Gong, I remember this in my heart."
Gong Liang pushed the wheelbarrow forward.
When he was almost under the old locust tree, Gong Liang asked again: "Sir, you climbed up the Taoist temple with the ladder today. Don't you feel cold?"
"Is it cold?"
Gu Yusheng was at a loss.
"It's not cold. I'm young and can withstand freezing."
Hearing this, Gong Liang didn't ask any more questions and pushed the wheelbarrow toward his home. He walked a little unnaturally, as if his steps were heavy.
Gu Yusheng looked confused.
When he returned to the small courtyard, he felt that he had done something pleasant today.
Although he practiced hard these days, he was still a little tired. After lying down, his mind was empty. After a while, he breathed evenly and fell into sleep.
Dark night enveloped Qingyun Town.
A bird flew over and perched on the old locust tree, its eyes staring at the end of the deep alley.
After a while.
In the deep alley, an old woman walked slowly holding a lantern.
She looked up at the bird.
Suddenly he threw out a needle in his hand.
There was a loud sound.
Its needles are like chirping.
The bird flapped its wings and flew away.
Sun Xipo frowned slightly.
When she stooped back to the small courtyard, she saw a tall and clear figure in the small courtyard.
"What are you doing here?"
Sun Xipo's eyes became extremely penetrating, and the fingers hidden in her sleeves were holding several gleaming embroidery needles, as if facing a formidable enemy.