Chen Chong was wrapped in white linen and covered with a loose blue-gray monk's robe. His whole body exuded the smell of pickled and rich ointment. He leaned on the bamboo chair, holding up a coarse porcelain bowl and looking at Ge who was opposite him, who was almost as miserable as him.
He smiled and took a sip.
Under the sun, the clear wine ripples in the thick bowl, and a sense of satisfaction arises spontaneously as the ripples spread.
He was so inspired by poetry that he wanted to sing a song that would live up to the beauty of the first day of the lunar month.
"No, Mr. Chen, please don't sing. Please be considerate of my injury. Let's drink. Your voice attracts ghosts in broad daylight. I don't want to open the wound again and cause trouble to Dr. Guo during the Chinese New Year."
Ge Xiaoxing saw the man put down the wine bowl, rolled his eyes and looked up at the sky, thinking hard, so he quickly stopped him. He still had to talk about good omens on the first day of the new year. Chen Chonghou's music was too rough and unpleasant to listen to, which hurt his ears.
Just drink, don't play tricks on the literati.
"Master Ge, what you are saying is not pleasant to hear. Today I will sing a masterpiece by our contemplative master to keep you fresh and fresh. Maybe you can get a different spiritual insight from it."
Chen Chong had to show off his singing voice, but if it weren't for the wine, it would be almost boring.
The courtyard door creaked open, and Shui Qingru, dressed elegantly, stepped in, interrupting the argument between the two.
"Junior Sister Shui, sit down and have a bowl of wine? It's the first day of the first lunar month. It's a good day."
Chen Zhong saw the messenger flying sword in the woman's hand. He guessed what he was looking for and invited him with a smile. Without getting up, he politely told Dr. Guo that he needed to rest now and should not overwork himself.
Shui Qingru nodded to Ge Xiaoxing who was greeting him, looked at Chen Zhong who looked calm, and said, "Chen Zhong, don't pretend to be confused. Why are you complaining behind your back? Master is worried about me because of the Chinese New Year."
"I have to correct you, I didn't complain."
Chen Zhong sat up straight and said seriously: "Last year, the temple leader told me to keep an eye on you and don't let you put yourself in danger. You have behaved abnormally many times, and I can't stop you. Of course, I have to summon you and report
Master, please make up your mind, otherwise you will be disappointed with us all. This is called fulfilling my duty."
He is a truly open-minded person who speaks frankly and confidently.
Shui Qingru stared and couldn't find the words for a while. This guy seemed to be very reasonable. She stamped her feet, turned around and walked out: "Next time you complain, please tell me in advance. Why don't I listen?"
I persuaded you, but it made Master worried and had to come all the way."
Chen Chong hurriedly stretched out his hand to pat away the dust that Junior Sister Shui deliberately stomped, and shouted: "Hey, Junior Sister Shui, please tell me clearly, when will the temple master really come? I look so miserable, how can I see the temple master?"
Lord, you have to take good care of yourself."
He reported to the viewer that he was happy but not worried about his condition, and did not say that he was seriously injured.
When the patron saw this, he would definitely hit him on the head and scold him, saying, "Chen Zhong, you are not honest anymore" or something like that.
A smile appeared on Shui Qingru's lips and she went out without looking back, "I won't tell you."
She replied to the master last night. The reason why she was haunted by evil spirits was because she wanted to use the evil spirits to entangle her soul to sharpen the heart of the sword and break the evil spirits with the sword to find an opportunity to break through to the sword realm of "harmony with one's will". She experienced great skills in the Duxian Islands.
After half a year, I have gained a lot, and I have reached the "integration with the body" sword realm where the human sword becomes one.
It won't be long before her cultivation level reaches the middle stage of the third-level bone forging realm.
Dangerous places, life and death training, are of great help and promotion to the improvement of cultivation and state of mind.
How could she give up and go back now? She didn't want to go back to the mountain yet.
Returning to her yard diagonally opposite, closing the door, the female martial artist sat on the stone bench on the side of the yard, and took out a wine bottle and a pack of braised vegetables from the storage space. Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, the sun is shining, and she is in a good mood.
She poured a bowl of green wine, which was the fine wine collected by Lingbao Temple when she served her master at Lingbao Temple. Master didn't drink much, so it was cheap. She slowly drank down to this bottle, and drank it with the wine.
The loneliness and longing in a foreign land.
The higher a practitioner goes, the more he likes to be alone and quiet.
The song is high and low, and the high place is too cold.
Just
Just as he picked up the small white jade wine bowl, a small furry white head emerged from the left cuff.
Shui Qingru held the little beast with a pair of bright black eyes, which was only as big as a fist, into the palm of his hand. The legendary thunder beast was not a sharp-mouthed monkey with cheeks. It was as cute as a white puppy. Its round ears were pink in the sun. Seeing the little beast
Sniffing his nose, he chuckled and said, "Do you still want to drink?"
Gently shake the wine bowl, and a drop of crystal wine floats to the little beast's mouth.
The little beast sneezed after swallowing the drink, became unsteady, fell into her palm, and almost fell to the ground.
The woman put the little beast into her sleeves, instead of putting it into the storage bag given by the magic weapon monk that could only hold living things. She raised the bowl and slowly took a sip of the long-lasting spiritual wine. She knew that what the little beast liked was the spiritual energy in the wine.
, and couldn't stand the smell of alcohol, so two days ago, she sent a message to Master Fayuan who was in Duxian City, telling her that Xiahou had given her the thunder beast cub on the order of the master.
Master Fayuan asked her to accept it as a favor to her master.
While he was pouring himself a drink and getting slightly tipsy, a sword light hovered above the small courtyard outside the restricted area. The female martial artist waved her hand, opened a hole in the restricted area, and took the flying sword. It was a message from the master.
She stood up to get rid of the smell of alcohol before exploring the contents of the flying sword.
The master agreed to let her stay in the Duxian Islands to practice, and specially gave her a piece of "Qingxin Jue" that she had never heard of before, along with the voice of the master reciting the sutra, instructing her on the phonology of reciting the sutra, and giving her instructions.
After learning it, erase the content of Feijian and remember not to spread it outside.
"The pure heart is like water, and pure water is the heart. There is no breeze, and the waves are calm. The quiet bamboo sits alone, and the piano is whistling."
Listening to Master's unique melody of chanting sutras, like a song or a ballad, the woman slowly immersed herself in inner tranquility.
The impetuousness and indifference caused by evil spirits left her at this moment.
The courtyard door was closed, and more than twenty days passed.
Chen Zhong, who had already recovered, walked past the door and muttered: "What are you doing, practicing in seclusion?" Then he looked up at the warm sunshine and said with a smile: "Captain, you are in seclusion, there is no need to go on a mission. The spring scenery is beautiful, fragrant and auspicious, why not join us?
Brother Ge went fishing on the reef islands outside the city to relax and find something interesting to do."
Fairy Spirit Temple, in front of the old hall.
Yun Qiuhe looked at Yue Anyan, then at Guanzhu Zhang, and said, "You two have strange expressions and are flirting with each other. Are you thinking of selling me? You didn't tell me where you were going before we set off."
"Yes, I just want to sell you so that you don't have to think about it all day long. I communicated with the Guanzhu to discuss the price. I said the maximum is three spiritual energy stones, which are not worth the money."
Yue Anyan was talking nonsense in a serious tone, and flew up early to avoid Yun Qiuhe's sneak attack.
Yun Qiuhe followed closely and headed southwest, shouting: "Yue Anyan, you are very courageous. You dare to tease this protector. Stop right there and don't run away."
Zhang Wenfeng, the mountain chief, and Zhao Zhuer clasped their fists and flew into the air with smiles.
Guizailing is now guarded by An Beiyuan, which will make it easier for Xianlingguan monks to enter and exit the secret realm in the future.
This time, he sent Yue Anyan and Yun Qiuhe to a very unique secret training place in the secluded realm of Moling. For third-level monks, it was of great help to sharpen their state of mind and improve their cultivation.
Back then, Mo Ye once said that as long as he agreed to take over the secret realm, he could reach the Golden Core Realm within ten years.
In addition to the cold pool, there is also the help of the secret cultivation place.
When Tu Kun's duty period from Lingxing Island expires this year and he returns to the mountain gate, he will no longer have to travel between places and can rest assured to stay in the secret realm for some time to meditate.