Chapter 492: Do not have any intentions in the free cave
Deep in the cave, there was a faint sound of dragon roars and the crisp sound of energy clashing.
Qin Yi used his bare hands to fight Li Qingjun's spear, and the two had practiced hundreds of moves.
The spear light rushed toward him. Qin Yi turned sideways and pushed his palm, causing the tip of the spear to graze his side. Then he arched his shoulders and pushed forward.
Li Qingjun pushed his shoulder with a palm, but he couldn't bear the force and was pushed back. But at the same time, his eyes were already shining brightly.
It seemed as if a divine soul had turned into a sword and shot straight out.
Qin Yi's soul turned into the sea, and the sword sank into it, causing the sea of soul to surge, but eventually disappeared without a trace.
Both of their faces turned slightly pale.
Qin Yi was really amazed at Li Qingjun's creation - the body and soul systems of martial arts have always been very scientific. Compared with Teng Yun at the fifth level of bone forging, the energy intensity is comparable to Teng Yun at the sixth or seventh level, but the soul strength is the highest.
The second and third levels of Teng Yun are amazing, so they can often fight beyond the level, and are often played to death in some aspects. In order to solve this problem, Penglai sword pavilion deliberately created the sword seal inheritance, but after all, it is an external object, not one's own practice.
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But being forced back by the female ghost, Li Qingjun's soul was at least as strong as the Taoist cultivator's Tengyun peak, and it was her most hidden and powerful trump card.
The soul-forging system of Chapter 9 of the Origin of Chaos, I am actually on par with her.
It can be predicted that for a long time, Li Qingjun's spirit will be stronger than his actual practice. After all, the spirit of the female ghost is close to Qianyuan. Li Qingjun is likely to be able to reach Qianyuan unimpeded through this system. Physical practice may not be as good as
It's worth it.
"Speaking of which, when we are practicing at home, don't touch your soul-destroying sword. It's very dangerous." Qin Yi rubbed his head and complained a little.
Li Qingjun whispered apologetically: "I'm not very good at controlling it now. I wouldn't be so sharp in the first place."
"So you want to practice more with me?"
"Well……"
Qin Yi hooked his hands and said with a smile: "Come again!"
Li Qingjun looked slightly angry: "I'm so careless, I'll accidentally stab you!"
"Poke."
"Look at the gun!"
The spear's light rose again, but it was already three points softer.
Qin Yi turned sideways and grabbed the handle of the gun. He dragged Li Qingjun straight into his arms, then pushed him forward a few steps and pushed him all the way to the edge of the cave wall.
Li Qingjun leaned against the wall and looked up at him.
Qin Yi slowly stroked her right hand with his hand, took off the gun and kept it aside, lowered his head and kissed her.
Li Qingjun closed his eyes and met each other.
This kind of "sparring" has been going on for several days, and at the end of each day it looks like this...
She gently pressed Qin Yi's hand to untie her belt and muttered in a low voice: "Senior sister is still here..."
"She is painting a scene of flowers in the elixir garden, so she can't do it so fast."
"Then...then hurry up."
"It's going to be hard soon... look at the gun!"
"Well..." Li Qingjun turned around, put his hand against the wall, and bit his lower lip tightly.
Qin Yi has never wanted to practice death with great suffering and deep hatred. If it were a normal situation, it would mean that both parties are addicted. It can teach both parties to have bone marrow dryness, let alone any practice. Fortunately, dual cultivation is for this purpose, and they do things
Not only does it not hinder spiritual practice, but long-term harmony can benefit each other.
Just don't let it go on forever.
When it's time to meditate, when it's time to practice sparring, when it's time to harmonize yin and yang, there's nothing to be pretentious about.
When it’s time to play the harp, appreciate the flowers and sing to the wind and the moon, it will also clear your soul.
This is spiritual practice.
This is what Qin Yi thinks of practicing in seclusion. If he could follow this template, he would be happy to stay there for thousands of years, let alone a few years.
Compared to being a housewife, who is afraid of whom...
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"The Clear Sound of Flowing Water" echoed softly in the cave. Next to the pool, Juyunxiu had set up a pavilion and was playing the piano.
Ever since Li Qingjun and Qin Yi crashed into the seclusion island, Ju Yunxiu has also been involved in a long-term struggle and escape adventure. He has not had such a comfortable life for a long time.
What she likes is this kind of tranquility, or traveling around the world with her children to see the world's scenery in a carefree way, in order to understand the Tao, and is not suitable for getting into fights.
Now that she has finally returned to this state, she feels more comfortable and relaxed than Qin Yi and Li Qingjun.
It seems that her cultivation is not as hard as that of Li Qingjun. She spends all her time playing the piano, drawing, reading and sleeping. In fact, this is her cultivation. In this regard, she and Qin Yi have always had a common language.
It's a close friend.
A wisp of flute sound is mixed into the sound of the piano, and then entangled and surrounded, interacting and harmonizing without distinguishing each other, turning the monotonous solo into a chorus symphony.
Ju Yunxiu raised his head, and Qin Yi was leaning against the entrance of the cave, playing the flute while reclining.
The two looked at each other for a while, both smiling.
When it comes to "love", the love between the two of them may not be as strong as Qingjun's, but the biggest special thing between the two is that they both suffer from literary youth disease and are close friends who are always with each other.
This is a true Taoist couple.
In the increasingly utilitarian fairy family, this state of mind that should be the norm is really not common anymore.
Even in the Wandao Immortal Palace, there are not many... Most of the people in the Immortal Palace are "too vulgar", and it is really hard to find a Taoist companion like Ju Yunxiu, an awkward petty bourgeoisie.
After playing the song, Ju Yunxiu pressed the strings with his hand and said with a half-smile, "Have you finished sparring with your princess?"
The word "sparring" was emphasized very hard, and the sarcasm in it was thick to the sky. But Qin Yi was so thick-skinned that he was embarrassed. He coughed twice and came over and sat side by side with her.
In addition to the guqin, there are scrolls on the stone table, with flowers and tea painted on them. The flowers are bright and blooming, and the tea is innocent and lifelike. Qin Yi laughed: "Looking at senior sister's paintings, I always feel that another tea is coming out of it."
"This is just painting practice, not injecting soul into it." Ju Yunxiu rolled his eyes at him: "I think you want a lot of tea."
"No, no, one is enough." Qin Yi said and put his hand around her waist.
Ju Yunxiu didn't move, turned to look at his profile: "You haven't practiced painting for a long time. Do you want to give up?"
Qin Yi said: "The interest is still there, but now I choose to be utilitarian. I know that there will be no achievements in painting the Tao in the short term, so I won't spend my time here. The only things that can be interesting are things that are beneficial to the war situation."
"Although I know that you are under great pressure and need to gain utilitarianism, your state of mind is still calmed down, which is beneficial to your practice." Ju Yunxiu said: "From the beginning, the reason why you learned flute and painting was not for their combat power, but to express your feelings.
Landscapes cleanse the soul. The same is true now. It should be picked up again and should not be abandoned."
Qin Yi stood up and bowed: "Senior sister is right."
Ju Yunxiu said with a smile: "Will it make your soul split?"
Qin Yi laughed: "It can't be that easy... People themselves are complicated. If there is a temperament label, it is not Qin Yi, but the person in the painting."
Ju Yunxiu mused: "If the people in my paintings can be so complex and diverse, that would be a great success."
Qin Yi spread out an empty drawing paper and said with a smile, "Sister, teach me?"
The two of them were standing next to each other, Qin Yi was painting, and Ju Yunxiu Su was pointing lightly and giving instructions in a soft voice.
The fragrance lingers on the tip of the nose, the witty words whisper in the ears, the red sleeves add fragrance, and you feel at ease in the cave.
Qin Yi felt relaxed and happy, and he realized that he had become better at painting.
What he painted was the cave sky, jagged cave walls, clear water and clear pools, beautiful flowers and green grass, and the gentle breeze.
Ju Yunxiu was also very satisfied and said with a smile: "Is there any poetry?"
Through questioning, he also quietly moved away a little.
After sitting next to each other for so long, I feel a little distracted... I really don’t know how Qin Yi can draw well.
Qin Yi turned to look at her faintly red face, and said with a smile: "You have Ci, a true Taoist Ci."
Ju Yunxiu became curious: "Oh? Write it down and take a look."
Qin Yi waved his brush and his pen moved: "The cave sky is full of spring colors, and the chaotic mountains show off thousands of piles of brocade. The clouds and rain have gathered, the dawn is clear and the smoke is light, and the blue sky is horizontal. I lie down high and enjoy it, open my arms, and forget to sleep."
"..." Ju Yunxiu's expression turned redder and redder, and he said angrily: "Are you sure you are writing about this fairy cave?"
"Why not? This was not written by me, but by a Taoist man named Changchun Zhenren."
"No matter who you are, your writing will taste strange!"
"You're not pure anymore, senior sister." Qin Yi blinked, put down his brush and whispered in his ear: "What kind of clouds and rain are you thinking of?"
Ju Yunxiu leaned back, and Qin Yi continued to press forward. Unconsciously, he lay down on the edge of the pool, and they became cradling their necks by the pool, letting go of their confusion and forgetting to sleep.