The wind and rain are howling, the sky and the earth are misty and vast.
A lonely boat floated on the lake, drifting in the wind. A figure sat on the boat, with a yellow clay stove in front of him. There was a fire in the stove, and sparks floated out from the clay stove with warmth.
There was an iron basin on the stove, and a pot of wine was warming in the basin. The aroma of the wine was wafting. The little fur ball squatting next to him licked the corners of his lips from time to time, smelling the aroma of the wine, and his steps were a little frivolous.
The look of him who was not very drunk and in a daze made people laugh a little.
In the end, Little Furball didn't go to teach those super beasts, but Huzi went to inform them. It was obvious that Huzi didn't want to go rafting together.
Yun Buliu originally wanted to pretend to be a man with a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat, fishing alone in the cold river snow.
So I simply stopped pretending and moved the deck chair to the boat. While boiling the wine, I took out the meat skewers from Qiankun’s belt and distributed them to Xiao Bai and Xiao Maoqiu. Then I lay on the deck chair, eating grilled skewers and drinking.
Sip a glass of wine and admire the magnificent scene of snowflakes dancing in the sky, covering the heaven and earth.
The snowflakes were fluttering and beating towards us, but as soon as they reached the edge of the boat, they seemed to be divided to both sides by an invisible force and could not fall on them at all.
"Snowflakes are flying, the north wind is blowing, and the world is vast..."
Yun Buliu opened his voice again, and the two almost invisible fluffy ears of the little fur ball folded up automatically. He chewed meat slices in his little mouth and squinted his big eyes, looking intoxicated.
Xiao Bai looked listless, his head drooped on his shoulders.
Not far away, snowflakes fell on the leaves of the giant lotus. When the snow reached a certain thickness, the giant lotus would inadvertently shake its leaves and shake off the snow on its body.
The boat followed the outlet of the lake, flowed into the river, and floated away.
Yun Buliu didn't worry, he just lay there and let the river carry them, drifting away into the distance, "The apes on both sides of the bank couldn't stop crying, the boat has already passed the Ten Thousand Mountains!"
Yun Buliu stood up and stood on the bow of the boat, feeling inspired by poetry. However, after much thought, he could only express his emotions through famous quotes from the sages.
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The wind and snow continued, and a small boat was tied to the pier on the edge of the lake. The giant lotus standing in the middle of the lake danced lightly in the wind and snow, as if shivering in the wind and snow.
But when it shook off the snow on its body, it remained motionless in the wind and snow.
On the cliff, in the wooden house, a faint soft golden light exudes from the top of the hall. The low table in the hall is covered with white paper. Xiaobai is using his mental power to control the ink block and grind the ink.
There was a red light coming from the clay oven next to it, and the aroma of wine was wafting.
He and Xiaobai are the only ones left at home, and Xiao Maoqiu and Huzi have gone out to roam... and continue to be their "King of the Mountain" and "Mr. Ball".
Xiaotuanzi couldn't sit still, and was originally carried back to the cliff by Yun Buliu, but he quickly ran to the bamboo forest under the cliff and pulled out a bamboo, ran to the cave where it originally lived, and silently gnawed on the bamboo.
Dajiao and Dajiao's sister went out with Huzi and the others, but Dajiao's mother, with her big belly, nestled in the grass nest under the small bamboo house.
Dajiao's mother, who had been out for more than a year, came back this time and she was pregnant again.
However, Mother Dajiao's pregnancy was a bit long this time, and she didn't know what the offspring would be like.
Yun Buliu, accompanied by Xiaobai, continued to stay in the house and compile the Book of Talismans.
I took my time to have a sip of warm wine and a bite of barbecue, and then continued writing. This feeling lasted throughout the winter.
When the snow began to melt and the spring breeze began to rise, the middle volume of the Book of Talismans was finally completed.
Every weekend, when Xiao Xiangji rode the wind and traveled thousands of miles to come back from the academy, Yun Buliu would continue to give her some cramming education.
Instill some experience and understanding of the art of talismans. Re-editing the book of talismans, Yun Buliu will also gain new insights during the compilation process. With these insights and insights, he can't wait to give them to Xiao Xiangji directly, and then let Xiao Xiangji
Xiangji continued to teach as a substitute.
However, the course on the Art of Talisman becomes more difficult as it progresses. It would be good if most of the students at the academy can read the upper part of the Book of Talismans, but there is no hope of mastering it.
If you really want to study the entire three volumes of the Book of Talisman, the time required may not be as simple as a year or two. Even if you memorize it by rote, it will take several years.
But compared to the book of formations, the book of talismans is obviously more systematic, more complete, and easier to get started.
After all, the way of talismans belongs to Shenxiao Dao Wang Xin. Even if there is no complete inheritance, it is not much different. At most, some powerful talisman techniques have been lost.
But the foundation of the talisman technique is extremely complete.
But the way of formations is completely a collection of various small formations that Yun Buliu analyzed based on a large formation created by Drunk Scholar. In terms of perfection, it is actually not as good as the Book of Talisman.
But the more this happened, the more difficult it became for Yun Buliu to compile it.
Because he needs to make some trade-offs and cannot be too detailed.
Thinking, thinking, spring is here.
Everything is new, and it’s the season for animals...
When the Jingzhe thunder broke out, Yun Buliu put down the pen in his hand, jumped into the air, jumped into the rolling thunder, danced with the thunder, and understood the deeper power of the thunder.
Xiao Xiangji finally came back from her vacation at the academy. When Yun Buliu was flying into the sky day by day, Xiao Xiangji had no choice but to take on the heavy responsibility of cultivating the second generation of five-color gourds.
After planting the gourd seeds of the first generation of five-color gourds and raising the seedlings, Xiao Xiangji looked around with some hesitation at the vegetable gardens that were still in ruins.
Last year Yun Buliu said she wanted to leave the farm fallow, but this year Yun Buliu told her to continue leaving the farm fallow.
There is no way around it. The flesh and blood of those ancient giant beasts have not been eaten at all, and we don’t know when they will eat them. Planting those crops at this time is actually of little use.
Why don’t you focus on cultivating the second generation of Five Colored Gourds?
Yun Buliu had already said so, so Xiao Xiangji couldn't say much.
In fact, the main reason is that Yun Buliu not only has to compile the third volume of the Book of Talismans, but also has to practice.
In spring and summer, there are more thunders, and he has more opportunities to analyze those thunders and understand the various powers contained in those thunders, as well as the laws of power.
When they reach this state, the direction of cultivation is to move closer to heaven and earth, instead of just immersing themselves in hard work.
Learn from the laws of heaven and earth, and finally evolve the power of this law of heaven and earth into your own power.
The earth follows heaven, heaven follows Tao, and Tao follows nature.
In the end, everything still has to return to heaven and earth to find the answer.