Zhao Changhe didn't even want to go for a while because he had a lot of things to do.
The purpose of meeting Master Yuxu was just to search for clues about the Heavenly Book. I don’t know how to search for it, so I couldn’t ask him face to face, “Do you have the Heavenly Book?” Right? Even someone who was fine might get into trouble and be beaten to death.
What's more, a blind man wants the Book of Heaven. Although he is also interested, he is really not that strong. At this level, are you competing with the fourth person on the list for the Book of Heaven? It's better to find a cliff and jump off it yourself.
But when I asked for a meeting, I let it out, and others responded that they were willing to meet. This is always a bad thing.
Zhao Changhe put away his sword and books and walked into the mountain.
Kunlun City is built on the mountain. If you enter the mountain from the west, you will reach Yuxu Peak.
I have gone to various mountains and done so many things before, but they were just side peaks. The real Yuxu Peak does not allow others to enter casually. According to what Yang Qianyuan said before, Yuxu only accepts evil people who have been identified.
The rest who could not be identified, and those who were too lazy to go into the mountains to covet the convenience of the city, gathered in the city.
Could this real Yuxu, who took in evil people and formed a huge evil force, really be the woodcutter with the world in the pot? Zhao Changhe was not sure.
There is only one dangerous path into the mountain, which is formed along the stream. I don’t know how many people have walked on it and formed the path.
There is snow on the left and right, and even this dangerous road is covered with thick snow that has not been cleared. It can be seen that no one has set foot in this mountain for a long time. However, the stream is clear, flowing quietly, and has no ice.
There were no guards, and after walking for a long time, it was completely deserted and silent.
There is no need for guards, and others will not dare to enter the mountain casually. The deterrent effect of No. 4 on the Heavenly List is no joke. If you are not allowed to enter, no one will dare to enter.
Zhao Changhe looked up at the mountain top that was shrouded in clouds and could not be seen to the end, and slowly walked upward. The complicated thoughts dispersed little by little, his mood gradually became clearer, and his steps became more leisurely.
There's no point in being anxious, and there's no point in thinking too much.
Why not slow down and take a look at the snow in Kunlun and the clouds in Yuxu?
Don't wait until you go back and see Wan Zhuang in the future. She asked: "When you arrive in Kunlun, do you know what Kunlun looks like?"
At that time, I would just be dumbfounded and unable to answer a single sentence.
That day the woodcutter's song vaguely echoed in my heart. The clouds and mountains separated the shore of the mortal world; when I looked around, I saw that the sky and the earth were wide in the pot.
There is a slight chill in Tianling Baihui, and the energy from the outside communicates back and forth with the inside, turning into warmth within the body and dissipating in the wind and snow. The ninth level of the entrance is supposed to cycle, and the nature of the true energy changes from acquired to innate, and it is still there.
I had never experienced the growth of spiritual practice before.
There is a slight beating feeling in the mud ball between the eyebrows, and there is an indescribable feeling, as if it is about to burst out, but when I try to catch it carefully, there is nothing.
This is the so-called final kick...you can feel the existence of the next realm at any time.
To put it bluntly, the path of a master is the path of seeking the Tao, regardless of the state of mind, the accumulation and mastery of techniques, the knowledge and understanding of martial arts, and the process of comprehensive sublimation and qualitative change.
I really missed the mark.
Unknowingly, I have been hiking leisurely for four or five hours, from noon to sunset. I have climbed very high, and the top of the mountain seems to be still unreal. The clouds in the mountains seem to have surrounded me. Looking back
Looking down, the mist is heavy, like a fairyland.
At some point, there was a faint sound of crackling firewood ahead. It was very far away at first, but gradually got closer.
One after another, leisurely and rhythmic.
Zhao Changhe walked slowly, feeling that his steps were unconsciously following the rhythm of the crackling of firewood, and then he discovered that the intervals between each crackling of firewood were exactly the same.
The crackling of firewood continued on an hourly basis, but the interval was the same every time. It felt like it was accurate to milliseconds, as precise as a machine.
The clouds and mist gradually opened, and several wooden houses were vaguely visible in front of them. The snow turned into streams, passing around the houses and flowing down the mountain.
Zhao Changhe looked at the wooden houses in the distance, surrounded by clouds and mist, and suddenly felt that these wooden houses were not built by humans, but that they coexisted with Kunlun and had existed here since the beginning of the world.
Of course it's just an illusion... This was built by man, but the man who built it has already united nature and man, and the way of nature has reached its peak.
Zhao Changhe's eyes finally fell on the large yard in the center of the wooden house. In the yard, a pile of firewood was piled randomly on one side. An old woodcutter leisurely stretched out his hand to take the thick wood, swung his knife and cut it into pieces accurately.
He took the two halves, threw them aside, and continued to take a new one.
He just watched quietly without disturbing her.
From beginning to end, all the woodcutter's movements were like mechanical repetitions of the last time, but they didn't feel rigid like a robot. Each of his knives melted into the wind and snow, just like the air waving with the natural flow.
, the knife is the wind, and the snow is the knife. Not only is it not a robot, but it is the beauty of natural harmony.
But the wind and snow were clearly not in the direction in which he swung the sword, making it difficult to understand how he did it.
It's not that the knife melts into the wind and snow, but the knife leads the wind and snow?
But the wind and snow remain unchanged.
Zhao Changhe took a long breath, closed his eyes and circulated the actions he just saw in his mind, and he felt dizzy.
I don’t have the realm, I can’t understand it…it’s a bit different.
"Bah!" the woodcutter finished cracking the last piece of firewood and threw it away.
The chopped firewood was neatly stacked vertically and horizontally, forming a square shape, as if it had been measured, with the length, width and height exactly the same.
Zhao Changhe didn't need to measure it to know that there couldn't be any difference. This old guy seemed to be showing off to himself... Well, at best, he was giving some tips and demonstrating something? But the difference was really a bit big, and it wasn't enough to demonstrate.
It's useless, the pretense effect is quite good.
He finally sighed: "Old man, I'm here to drink with you."
The old woodcutter got up and went into the house. He smiled and said, "It's stormy and snowy tonight. Let's go inside and drink."
Zhao Changhe followed him into the house next to him. There was a stove burning in the house, which was quite warm. There was a large vat of wine warming on the stove. The old woodcutter seemed not to feel the heat, and he paused with the wine vat in hand.
On the table, he said with a straight face: "You didn't pick the right time. You could have said it was snowing late in the day, so you could have a drink. But when you came, it was already snowing, so the good poems were no longer suitable, and you were so depressed."
Zhao Changhe twitched the corner of his mouth and his expression became very strange.
You are fucking number four in the world.
These wooden houses are the Yuxu Palace.
The woodcutter took two large bowls, poured wine for him with a wine jar in his hand, and said: "Speaking of which, you should have been the one to treat me to a drink, right? Why did it become my treat instead..."
Zhao Changhe said: "Why should I treat you? I am a guest after all..."
"It's not my reminder of your inner fire. Can you cope with the inflammation of Kunggang?"
"Uh..." Zhao Changhe said, "I should thank my senior. Do you want me to carry the wine jar up the mountain?"
"is it not OK?"
Zhao Changhe thought for a while: "It seems possible, I will definitely do it next time."
During the brief conversation, the two bowls of wine were filled up. The woodcutter put down the wine jar and raised the bowls together: "It's been a long time since I had anyone to drink with the old man... It's a good time."
Zhao Changhe said: "Isn't Senior Thief Saint coming?"
"He doesn't like to come...because every time he comes, I can see him suppressing his fingers with cramps. He just wants to steal my things. Unfortunately, I have three wooden houses and nothing else. He can't stand it."
Zhao Changhe couldn't help but ask: "It is said that there are many evil people entering the mountain. Yuxu Palace is an evil organization. Why is my father-in-law the only one here?"
"If that's the case, you dare to come and drink?"
"Why don't you dare? I, Zhao Changhe, am not a good person either."
"Ha..." the old woodcutter said calmly: "Of course all the evil people who enter the mountain are dead... If I don't identify them carefully, I can't just pick them in and die. Are you right?"
Zhao Changhe: "..."
Dare you bet that the place that people think is a refuge for evildoers is actually a pit where evildoers come to die?
"Drink." The old woodcutter drank the wine from the bowl and wiped his mouth happily: "Don't ask me what I am doing here. There is no good in asking too many questions... A man who is willing to see the wind, snow and cold weather
As for the young man who puts a coat on the old woodcutter, I am happy to treat him to a drink, that's all. From now on, where you come from and where you go, your path to becoming a master does not lie here."