It's February, it's raining, and the gurgling stream is green and boundless.
Zhang Wenfeng walked slowly to the east on the soft green grass. Next to him was Shui Qingru, who was tall and had a slightly dark complexion. More than seven years later, the slim black girl had grown into a pointed chin and curved eyebrows.
, a charming young girl.
While chatting, he learned about Shui Qingru's boxing, sword, and daily practice. He also asked her about the disgusting things her brother did later and how she dealt with them. He could see that Shui Qingru was a little nervous and excited before, and she was worried about being raped by him.
scold.
The drizzle was slightly cold but my clothes didn't touch my clothes. After walking five miles along the stream, I climbed up to a pavilion on the top of a mountain.
In the distant rows of wheat fields, farmers employed by the Taoist temple were weeding and applying soil and fertilizer wearing coir raincoats and bamboo hats. The spring rain was as precious as oil.
"You have practiced well in the past few years. I heard from Taoist Master Yue that since last spring, you have been distracted by painting, writing and reading, and you have not been as diligent in practicing the exercises as before. Is there any reason? Or is there any reason?
Are you worried?"
Zhang Wenfeng asked about the business. He had done so much foreshadowing and felt that was enough.
A child who grew up in poverty, practiced Taoism for seven years, read so many books, and has a tougher temperament than ordinary people.
In the early stage of cultivation, it is important to work hard at one go. Breaking through the realm is like sailing along the current. Laziness will not succeed. The longer the time goes on, the stronger the foundation will not be, but the more blocked the orifices will be, and the bottleneck will be as big as a barrel.
This common sense has been said a long time ago, so there are not many lazy people who can become official disciples.
The clear water wiped the drizzled stone bench in the pavilion with a handkerchief, and asked the viewer to sit down. She sat down opposite.
She almost froze to death, died of illness, and starved to death. She was able to stay in Xianling Temple and become an apprentice. It was the mountain chief who interceded for her. Later, she had to be cared for by Taoist priest Yue. She was very grateful to these two great benefactors, who saved her life.
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The viewer in front of her is a master-like existence to her.
Her martial arts, swordsmanship, and boxing skills all belong to Master Guan, and she was promoted to Xiantian under the guidance of Master Guan.
She didn't dare to talk to the serious mountain leader, and respected him.
She can talk to the Taoist Priest Yue, who cares about her, about her daughter's family's private affairs, and help her come up with ideas to deal with her brother's troubles. Only in front of the contemplative master can she speak openly about her spiritual insights, and the contemplative master is not a martial artist.
But he understands the principles of martial arts, well, I should say he understands many principles.
"The master of the temple knows clearly that the disciple has indeed encountered difficulties in his practice. I still ask the master of the temple to give me some guidance."
"Tell me about it and I'll help you analyze it."
Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile, after not seeing each other for a few years, the little guy from back then had his own personality and thoughts, and had the thoughts of a cultivator, and was no longer submissive, which was a good thing.
Shui Qingru slowly wiped the stone table with a handkerchief and said: "In the past few years, monks from other sects often came to our Taoist temple to worship the mountain and have discussions. I had to go on stage every time. Twice, I didn't grasp the sense of proportion and almost almost
I stabbed someone to death and was so frightened that I had nightmares for days, and then the mountain chief stopped letting me play."
Zhang Wenfeng pondered for a moment and asked: "How many games have you played in total, and have you ever lost?"
He probably understood where Shui Qingru's concerns lay.
"I played ten games and never lost."
There was some light in Shui Qingru's eyes. She was happy to fight for the beauty of the viewer.
Zhang Wenfeng continued to ask: "Now I ask you to compete with the monks from the outside sect and worship the mountain. You are responsible for life and death. Do you dare to go all out and fight to the death?"
Shui Qingru was a little hesitant, glanced at the smiling contemporary, lowered her slightly trembling eyelashes, and said: "The contemporary asked me to fight for my life, I am a disciple who dares to do so."
It’s quite chewy here.
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and said, "Let me tell you a few short stories."
It tells the story of how he fought back when his fifth senior brother Lu Jinzhong used evil methods to assassinate him, and asked for help from the Daolu branch of the county town. Together with Wu Qianping, Fu Gujing, Yun Qiuhe and others, he wiped out the gang of thieves in one fell swoop. After that, he also told a series of dangerous stories about the Wei Xingde family's encounter with the revenge of the ancient tree sprites, and also told the tragic story of the witch cultivator who almost massacred half of the people in Xihezhou Town.
"You have just happened to be in this period of peace during the great changes. Looking around, the mountains and rivers are peaceful and peaceful. There is nothing happening in the world. You have not had much contact with the dangers of the spiritual world. You have not tempered your character enough. You only have the ability to be strong compared to ordinary people. , you don’t have the mentality of a strong person yet, so you have to put away your little thoughts of pondering over things and concentrate on breaking through the situation first.
Your skills have improved, and you can control the power of the sword in your hands even if you compete with others in the future, why not?"
Shui Qingru blinked her eyes and asked: "Master Guanzhu, will we... really go to war with the Daliang Witch Clan in the future?"
Zhang Wenfeng stood up, shook his head and said: "It's hard to say. If our monks in the Da'an Dynasty are weak and inferior to others, it would be strange if the surrounding countries don't fight. Peace has always been won with fists, not wishful thinking."
Shui Qingru stood up. She had read so many classics and knew that every surge in spiritual energy was accompanied by countless troubles, including natural disasters and man-made disasters. She thought differently and bowed slightly: "Disciple, I understand. Thank you for watching. The Lord will clear up the confusion.”
"Do you really understand?"
"If you understand a part of it, the disciple will catch up with you."
Shui Qingru felt that the master's eyes could directly point to people's hearts. She was a little ashamed. She didn't want to break through the realm, and she didn't want to compete with higher-level monks because of her cultivation to the second level of martial arts. She hated fighting. Damn it, I feel like I'm being selfish right now.
"First Evolution"
"For your own sake and for the sake of others, you must practice well."
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and looked at the disciple who had his own opinion and had been thinking about it for a long time.
The other disciples estimated that this was the case to some extent. He decided to explain to his disciples later the principles of "being born in sorrow and dying in happiness" and "peaceful years are not peaceful", and asked all the disciples who had advanced to the gradually declining realm to rush forward in batches. State, participate in the bloody battles on the border, and earn some merit points.
Some people may be killed or injured, and some may not be able to bear the cruelty of the battlefield and collapse.
But a cultivator with a world-minded mind cannot be raised in a greenhouse.
The ascetics who avoid and live in seclusion will eventually have limited achievements.
Life will not always be smooth and peaceful, so it is his responsibility as the viewer to prepare for a rainy day.
Of course, it is really not suitable for fighting. For example, Yan Jing’s interest and talent are in alchemy. Through alchemy, it does not hinder the practice, but the practice speed is faster. Such talents must be sent to the border town of Chongzhou to experience the battle with the Wu clan. She was asked to engage in intrigue and fight with the witch cultivator.
"Yes, I will obey the Lord's decree!"
After Shui Qingru saluted, he saw the temple master leaving and said, "Buddhist temple master, I have another question for you."
"you say."
"It's like this. In the winter of last year, when I was sparring with a monk who had reached the Perfect Transformation Realm in Zijing Temple, I calmed down and found that the opponent's sword drawing speed suddenly slowed down, so I couldn't hold back and severely injured the monk. "
Shui Qingru thought thoughtfully and said: "I thought it was an accident at the time. Later, when I was competing with other monks from other sects, my opponent's speed once again appeared to be slowing down. I was shocked to realize that it was my own problem, and I did not dare to compete easily with others.
Fight."
Zhang Wenfeng looked at the woman with a slightly confused face and said nothing.
"After nearly a year of trying, I found that when I am immersed in the state of mind of the technique, everything in the world, whether it is flowing water or fallen leaves, or the sword-drawing speed of the juniors and juniors who have not advanced to the gradual stage, will slow down, slower than usual.
Some."
Shui Qingru continued to talk about her confusion and said: "In my eyes, the attacks of monks in the Jianwei Realm will be slower when they are not serious. A few days ago, Pumpkin clamored to challenge me, and I stabbed him with a bamboo sword.
He didn't even react."
Being able to teach Pumpkin, who was in the late stage of Jianwei Realm, a smile appeared on her lips.
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and said: "That's a good thing. This is a self-generated 'eye vision' in martial arts. It is similar to the 'opening of the eyes' popular among the people. It proves that your martial arts talent is outstanding. You should cherish this skill of yours."
Shui Qingru nodded excitedly, and she later understood that this was a good thing.
She read all kinds of books in order to seek answers, and drew and wrote in order to meditate. Only in the state of extreme tranquility immersed in the exercises could she see the different slow world in the eyes of others.
"You haven't told anyone about your abnormality, have you?"
"No, I was quite scared at the time and didn't dare to tell Taoist Yue and the mountain chief."
She has been waiting for the master of the temple to come back. The master of the temple knows much about martial arts.
"Okay, you know this and I know it for the time being. You are good at cultivating and breaking through as soon as possible. Don't be burdened with anything. Let's put this 'eye clairvoyance' aside for the time being."
"Yes, thank you very much for clarifying my doubts!"
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