"Through this mountain forest, the opposite side is Yunhuang."
The sky is clear and blue, the white clouds are lingering, and the breeze is blowing. I sit on a moss-grown rock. I take off my shoes and socks at will, put my feet into the clear mountain stream, and sway comfortably.
Zhikari really took a look at the late autumn mountain forest soaked in red and green, and held the broken sword with his hand, his fingertips subconsciously trembling, thinking about the meaning of "the heart is outside the heart, the intention is unexpected."
"Come sit down and relax for a while. The sword must be able to be fired as well as retracted." Qingfeng couldn't help but smile. For more than a month, the young man had been practicing swordsmanship and body skills while rushing on the road. Under his intentional or unintentional reminders
, Zhikari Zhen's kendo cultivation by refining energy is getting more and more proficient, and he is getting closer to the realm of "Chaoche".
"Yes, senior." Zakari Zhenzhen sat down as he was told, imitating the breeze, and dipped his bare feet in the cold stream. The water was clear, with spots of sunlight, and several translucent little catfishes jumped out of the cracks in the rocks and swam close to the branch.
At Karima's feet, he suddenly ran away again.
"Why are you so tense?" Qingfeng laughed dumbly, swinging his calves, causing ripples. The little fish swam over one after another, gently touching Qingfeng's ankles and lingering.
Zhikarizhen's eyes were surprised, and Qingfeng said gently: "Relax. Young people like you, in their prime, should enjoy the beauty of the world. In my opinion, even sword cultivators should not
You only have the sword. Otherwise, once you lose it, you have nothing."
Zhi Shou thought about it for a while and suddenly said: "If there is no sword, there is a sword, so the sword is everywhere. Does this mean 'the sword is outside the sword'?"
Qingfeng stared at the young man dumbfounded, then suddenly shook his head and laughed: "You, you, you are so boring! In addition to swords, there are blue sky, white clouds, bright moon, breeze, mountain tours, playing in the water, listening to music, and watching movies.
There are also plays, delicious food, fine wine, fine clothes, and beauties... Why are you, a handsome young man, doing the same thing as a lonely old man who is practicing asceticism?"
Zhi Shou said in confusion: "Senior, am I really boring?"
"No." Qingfeng shook his head solemnly, "You are not boring, but very boring." After saying that, he rolled his eyes jokingly.
Zhi Shouzhen said with shame: "Actually, the younger generations are involved in music, chess, calligraphy and painting."
"But you don't care about that, right?" The gentle voice of the breeze was like a clear stream flowing, "It's good to forge ahead, but sometimes you should stop and take in the scenery along the way. Isn't practicing to live a more comfortable life?
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Zhikarizhen lowered his head and stared at the shadow of the fish reflected in the waves. He was silent for a while and then said: "When I was a child, one winter, the snow was very heavy. I saw other children building snowmen in a lively manner. They gave me
The snowman has a carrot nose, black stone eyes, dead tree arms, and a tall hat made of animal skin. It is really... a very beautiful snowman." He swung his legs, the water ripples swayed, and the shadows also appeared.
The bottom of the stream is swaying quietly.
"But, after all, those things are not the snowman's own. The sun will come out, the snow will melt, and only radishes, stones, dead branches and a wet animal skin will be left on the mud. Without the snowman, they will no longer be noses.
Eyes and arms." He raised his head and looked into Qingfeng's eyes, "The world is beautiful, but it is also cruel. If you want to live comfortably, you must continue to practice. So, forgive me for not agreeing with the words of my predecessors."
Qingfeng did not feel dissatisfied, but instead twisted his beard and smiled: "You can see through it. However, it is too early to tell this now. When you have more experience in the future and have gone through the vicissitudes of the world, you may not think so like now. If a hundred years
After that, if your heart does not change, there will be a day when the void will be shattered and the great road will be revealed."
Zhi Shou nodded in agreement, but Qingfeng added: "But a hundred years from now, your thoughts will be the same as now. Aren't you living these hundred years in vain?"
Zhi Shou was stunned when he heard the words and was speechless for a long time. The breeze laughed loudly, and Zhi Shou was silently thinking. Everything was silent around him, except for a gurgling stream. After an unknown period of time, a gust of cold wind blew by.
The sparkling waves dimmed, like candles extinguished one by one, and thick twilight covered the water.
"Is there any more meat?" Qingfeng put on her shoes and socks and washed her hands.
"Just enough for a meal." Zhikarizhen took out the dried and marinated meat pieces from the backpack and handed it to Qingfeng.
Qingfeng turned around, faced the southeast, held the piece of meat in both hands and placed it on a clean banana leaf. He broke off three grass branches and inserted them in front of the piece of meat. Then he lifted up the hem of his robe, bent his knees, and knelt respectfully.
A few heads.
"Today is my mother's memorial day." He was silent for a while, stood up, and smiled at Zhikarizhen, "A Taoist should take life and death lightly, but blood is thicker than water, and you cannot take it lightly. You said, the old Taoist is here
The sect has been a Taoist boy for hundreds of years, but now it has suffered great losses in its achievements and there is no hope of attaining Taoism. Will my mother feel very disappointed when she is under the influence of Jiuquan?"
Zhikarizhen said with relief: "The foundation of my predecessors' practice has not been damaged, so it may not be impossible to make further progress."
Qingfeng looked at the young man and suddenly laughed: "No. My mother will not be disappointed. If I can live well, she will be happier than anything else."
He pressed the boy's shoulders hard: "Do you understand?"
Suddenly, Zhikari really understood what he meant. His heart trembled suddenly, and he looked up at the deep eyes of the old man. At this moment, the lonely heart of the young man seemed to be pierced by a sword, and a ray of light slowly penetrated in. p>
"Child, after this meal, you and I will go our separate ways." The breeze lit a bonfire and grilled the meat. The flames flickered and the strong aroma suddenly came out.
Zhikarizhen suddenly felt at a loss. He subconsciously leaned over and got closer to the fire. The firelight swayed the shadows of the two people.
"The Tao can be Tao, but it is very Tao." Qingfeng stared at the young man and said slowly, "The sword's heart needs to be polished before it can be truly transparent. I think you seem easy-going, but in fact you are withdrawn and easy to go to extremes. In fact, you should communicate with others more often.
, maybe it’s a kind of practice.”
Suddenly, he raised his head and looked shocked. A powerful and high-pitched voice penetrated the dense forest and came from afar: "Wrong, wrong! It's just nonsense and ridiculous!"
Yan hits the waves!
Zhikarizhen suddenly jumped up and drew his sword out of its sheath.
"Fellow Taoist Yan, I wonder where I am wrong with these words?" Qingfeng's eyes flashed, and he turned the meat as usual, and the oil dripped onto the flame, making a "sizzling" sound.
Yan Qinglang took Huiyuan's little hand, strode over, and said casually: "Is the polished heart of the sword still your own heart? In the eyes of the Sa family, it is just a pebble with the edges smoothed!
"He walked to the fire at a snail's pace, ignoring Zhikarizhen who was holding a sword. He sat down, took off the green leather gourd tied around his waist, raised his head and took a big gulp of wine, and wiped the tangled beard at the corner of his mouth, "
What is spiritual practice? Infinite scenery can be found on dangerous peaks! Only when you find your way to the extreme is it called spiritual practice." Throwing the green-skinned gourd into the breeze.
"It's very strong and easy to break, but too much is too much." Qingfeng caught the green gourd, hesitated for a moment, took a sip, and handed the roasted Yao Ni meat to Yan Chinglang.
"Changes can only happen if there is extreme hardship." Yan Qinglang was not polite, tearing apart pieces of meat until his mouth was full of oil.
"It varies from person to person."
"The road is the same."
The two of them exchanged words with each other, a mouthful of wine and a mouthful of meat. Their words were tit for tat and they refused to give in. Zhikarizhen held a broken sword in his hand and looked at each other with the young monk.
After a while, Huiyuan clasped his hands together and smiled apologetically at Zhi Shou: "Little monk Huiyuan, this donor is so polite."
If this young monk could be restrained, he might be able to coerce Yan Chonglang. Zhi Shou remained calm and returned the favor with a smile: "Master Huiyuan is so polite."
Huiyuan waved his hand quickly: "The donor has given you too much praise. This little monk has a humble Buddhist teaching and cannot be called a master."
"Swans do not fly together with sparrows. Since the master is traveling with Grand Master Yan, he is naturally an extraordinary person, so why should he be too modest?"
Huiyuan replied seriously: "What the donor said is wrong. Birds, birds, and swans are all living beings, and there is no difference in my eyes."
"If there is no difference, why is there a chaffinch and a swan?" Zhikarizhen argued with the other party, broke the sword with his hand, and quietly moved closer with his feet.
There was a sudden sound of breaking wind, and a piece of oily and fragrant barbecue was shot from behind, passing by Shikari Shin. Before he could make any reaction, his arm went numb for no reason, and the broken sword fell to the ground with a "thud".
"Xiao Huiyuan, I'll reward you with the last piece of meat!" Zhi Shouzhen heard Yan Zhi's romantic and inadvertent cry, and the castration of Yao Ni's meat slowed down, and it happened to fall into Huiyuan's hand.
"Fellow Daoist Qingfeng, I never thought you were still alive." Yan Qinglang shook the empty wine gourd and wiped his greasy fingers on his clothes.
"The old Taoist has never thought of it." Qingfeng replied calmly.
"You escaped the fists of the Sa family and secretly ate the Yao meat from the Sa family. How should this account be settled?" Yan Chinglang raised his thick eyebrows, not being angry and intimidating, and the fire dimmed.
"The life of the old Taoist belongs to fellow Taoist Yan? Are the Yao Ni raised by fellow Taoist Yan?" Qingfeng asked, "If not, how can we escape and talk about it secretly?"
Yan Qinglang's eyes flashed with an aggressive look, while Qingfeng's eyes were calm and did not flinch. The flames kept moving between the two of them, making the two figures seem to be jumping and fighting.
A strong night wind blew past, and the fire was extinguished. In the darkness, Yan Jinglang stood up slowly, his tall figure like a demon pressing down on his head, the surrounding weeds were bent, and the sand was rustling outward.
Qingfeng clenched her fingers and said in a harsh voice: "Fellow Taoist Yan, that little friend has nothing to do with this matter. I wonder if I can show my favor..."
Yan Qilang rolled his eyelids, half-smiling but not smiling: "Fellow Taoist, are you asking for help from Sajia?"
The corner of Qingfeng's mouth moved with difficulty, and when he was about to say "yes", Zhi Khari suddenly said: "The battle between the master and Master Yan has been lost."
The young man still lowered his head, staring at the broken sword that fell on the ground. The crimson sword light reflected in the night, like an ember that refused to be extinguished: "I am not talented. Twenty years later, I am willing to replace my master again."
Master Zhan Yan, wash away your shame."
Qingfeng's body trembled, and Yan Qinglang looked up to the sky and laughed: "If I want to fight with the Sa family, are you worthy?"
"Are you worthy? Are you worthy? Are you worthy..." The harsh and high-pitched laughter echoed in the forest for a long time. For some reason, Zhikarizhen's mind buzzed, and an indescribable shame was like a volcano erupting.
It rushed straight into the chest, burning the blood as hot as boiling.
"You just want to make an excuse and escape." Yan Qinglang glanced sideways at the young man, and the huge momentum was like a mountain or a sea, pressing over him, making the young man's legs tremble and tremble.
Zhi Shou was really confused, and there seemed to be invisible flames rising in his blood.
"You can't even hold a sword." Yan Chinglang said indifferently.
With a bang, the mysterious corner of Zhikarizhen's spiritual world was opened again. In the mist, a mountain rose from under his feet, rising to the stars, and rising to the unattainable void.
He once again saw the huge sycamore tree on the isolated mountain top, with dense shadows surrounding him, like countless blue flames burning.
"The tree is like this, how can people be embarrassed?" He murmured to himself, reached out and grabbed it, illusion and reality blended for an instant, and the broken sword on the ground automatically flew up and landed in the palm of his hand, making a clear and endless sound. p>
"My sword is everywhere." He spoke every word, turned around, and the crimson sword light twisted, screamed, and burned! He seemed to still be standing on the top of the mountain, using his god-like voice
Looking down at Yan Chenglang.
Killing this man can only take one sword strike.
"Okay! For Qingfeng Xiangqiu's sake, Sajia will give you this opportunity!" Yan Chunlang said abruptly, striding past Zhi Huizhen, grabbing Huiyuan, "I've eaten all the meat and drank all the wine.
, Pat your butt and go! Little monk, you haven’t finished your practice today!”
"Almsgiver Yan, this young monk has said it many times. He already has a master and cannot practice your skills." Huiyuan shouted with a bitter face.
"You can't be stupid! Didn't you listen to what that kid said? Twenty years from now, he will seek revenge from the Sa family. Then you will fight on behalf of the Sa family. If you lose, won't you lose the Sa family's face?"
"Donor Yan, if you let go of victory and defeat, there will be no gain or loss..."
The two chattered and walked further and further away. Zhikari was stunned on the spot. When his mind returned to clarity, he saw Qingfeng standing opposite him, with a complex and pleased expression: "Swords are everywhere, you actually have an epiphany about Chaoche." Zhikarizhen held the broken sword, feeling at a loss.
"There is no such thing as a feast that lasts forever, so it's time for the old man to leave." Qingfeng stood quietly with the young man for a long time, until the night dew was heavy and his eyebrows were cold and wet, and then he slowly walked towards the forest on the opposite side.
"Senior——" Zhikarizhen shouted out loud.
"Remember twenty years later, fight for me." The breeze did not look back, and the dark shadows of the branches and leaves gradually covered the thin body.
Zakari was shocked suddenly, and the gentle laughter of the breeze came out from the thick shade: "No matter how long it takes, when you see the radishes, stones and dead branches on the ground, you will still think of the snowman."
Zhi Shou stood there silently, and the evening wind blew away his clothes for a long time.