Chapter Thirty-One: Never Asked Love, Why Don't You Forget?
Qingluo Peak, behind Taoist Temple.
In the courtyard by the stream, An Zhisu and Ling Yunpo drank a few glasses of wine, their faces a little drunk and blushing.
She was so happy.
When junior brother defeated Duan Fenhai for the first time, onlookers might attribute it to "luck" or "lucky";
Defeating Lin Duanshan for the second time was the true establishment of his power.
A fluke? Can you try to get lucky twice in a row?
Not to mention the people in Shushan who were watching, even An Zhisu began to doubt himself: he might have really underestimated his junior brother before.
My brother has the appearance of being the best among immortal swordsmen!
Well, wait...
As long as I lose to my junior brother in the final sword fight, won't he really take the top spot?
Of course, An Zhisu doesn't care whether she is ranked first or second.
It would be better to say that instead of being the top one, let your junior brother be the top one. You should be the second one and protect your junior brother by his side.
If anyone defeats his junior brother and takes the top spot, he will go up and beat the opponent until he can't take care of himself, regain the top position, and then deliberately lose to his junior brother...
Thinking about it this way, it seems pretty good?
Her soft face was flushed with a hint of drunkenness, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, that stunning and charming smile, and the royal sister style revealed in it, made Ling Yunpo stunned for a moment.
When he came to his senses, he quickly lowered his head and drank, hiding the embarrassed expression on his face.
The two drank for a long time. When the sky was getting late and the moon was shining over the treetops, Ling Yunpo supported the half-drunk senior sister and slowly walked back to the Taoist temple.
For practitioners, getting drunk is a joke. Senior Sister, everyone gets drunk even if she is not drunk, so let her be happy.
After placing Senior Sister An in the room, Ling Yunpo went down the mountain to buy wine - recently he had been fighting in a sword competition, and the spiritual wine in the Taoist temple was consumed at an alarming rate, and Senior Sister drank all of it.
When he came to Hehe Village and entered Fangshi Restaurant, Ling Yunpo stared at the brands of various wines for a moment. Suddenly, someone next to him called out:
"Junior Brother Ling."
Ling Yunpo turned around and saw Guan Shanyue sitting at a wine table by the window in the hall, waving to him with a smile.
Why is this guy looking for me... Oh, she made an appointment with me at the Golden Summit of Emei before and said that we could "catch up with him when we have time".
Ling Yunpo came to the wine table and sat down opposite Guan Shanyue, only to hear her ask leisurely:
"Wine? Tea?"
"As the guest does, the host does as he pleases," Ling Yunpo replied.
"Do you know?" Guan Shanyue poured him wine, "Senior Sister An and I first met at this table."
She calmly filled the wine glass and pushed it in front of Ling Yunpo. She continued:
"You are much more polite than she is."
"I tentatively understand it as a compliment." Ling Yunpo picked up the wine glass, but did not drink it. He just turned it in his hand.
"You are thinking why I am looking for you." Guan Shanyue said calmly, "It's nothing, I just came to meet the recently popular Ling Poyun."
"It's Ling Yunpo, not Ling Poyun." He corrected himself with a slight frown on his eyebrows.
"But Ling Poyun sounds better." Guan Shanyue waved her hand, "I won't talk about that anymore."
Ling Yunpo felt slightly uncomfortable. He found that Senior Sister Guan had an overly strong personality and always dominated the conversation.
"So, do you plan to continue to follow your master's path?" Guan Shanyue raised the wine glass and drank it in one gulp, but stared directly at him, "Are you forgetting your love, or asking for love?"
Ling Yunpo:?
Seeing his tangled eyebrows, Guan Shanyue chuckled and put down the glass:
"An Zhisu hasn't told you yet, has he?"
She held up three fingers:
"Although each peak of the Qing Sect on Shu Mountain has its own swordsmanship school, it is not enough to form a Taoist tradition."
"There are only three lines that can really be said to be orthodox."
"Unfeeling, forgetfulness, and asking for love."
"I would like to hear the details." Ling Yunpo sighed and said, "I really don't understand. How can this love and love rise to the level of orthodoxy?"
"Because this is related to a question that directly points to the heart of Taoism." Guan Shanyue said leisurely, "As a sword immortal, why should you draw your sword?"
"Of course it's for immortality." Ling Yunpo answered without thinking.
"Immortality." Guan Shanyue sneered, "If for the sake of immortality, one day the senior officials of Shushan want to kill your senior sister, you should hide to save your life and watch your senior sister being tortured by Ming Zhengdian... Would you do that?"
Ling Yunpo was speechless.
"Actually, this answer is not wrong." Guan Shanyue restrained his sarcastic expression and said calmly, "For the sake of longevity, for great freedom, and for the pursuit of the ultimate in swordsmanship, it is essentially all for myself."
"This is the orthodoxy of the Jueqing style."
"If you have cultivated the Taoism of the Jueqing style, you will be self-centered and cannot have any worries in the mortal world. Otherwise, you will have inner demons, which may stagnate your cultivation, or shake your Taoist heart and lead you to become possessed."
"But you are not that kind of person." She stared straight at Ling Yunpo and said in a deep voice.
"What kind of person do you think I am, senior sister?" Ling Yunpo asked rhetorically.
"Forgetting love, or asking for love." Guan Shanyue said calmly.
"The so-called Wangqing style is actually a branch of the Jueqing style. They first admit the existence of love, then immerse themselves in it, and finally withdraw from it and achieve detachment."
"The Jueqing style regards love as a scourge and does not dare to touch it easily. If it touches the mortal heart, it will even destroy the whole family to eliminate the flaws... But the Wangqing style is different. Pick it up, put it down, and no longer be attached. This is the most important thing.
."
"Your master Qishanzhenren originally followed the Wangqing style."
"Original?" Ling Yunpo suddenly became interested.
"Yes, originally." Guan Shanyue drank a glass of wine, "He once had a wife and daughter in the mortal world, didn't you know?"
"I've heard a little bit about it." Ling Yunpo was slightly startled and replied.
"The way to practice Wangqingliu is to find a mortal as your spouse and stay in love with that person." Guan Shanyue sighed and said, "Mortal life will eventually end."
"When the spouse dies at the end of his life, the Sword Immortal will experience the pain of separation and finally let go of it. Wangqingliu is considered to have entered the Tao."
"But there is a key point here, that is, there must be no heirs." She changed the subject and said hehe, "Qisha Zhenren not only had a daughter with the other party, but also taught her Taoism and took her back to Shushan."
"This is not the Wangqing-ryu at all, but the Wenqing-ryu. The sword of Qishaozhenren is for his wife and daughter."
"So, Master can't let it go?" Ling Yunpo asked in confusion.
"I don't know the specifics." Guan Shanyue shook his head, "So, why do you think the peaks of Shu Mountain are so targeted at Qingluo Peak?"
"Is Su Jian killing people like crazy? Or is An Zhisu killing people like crazy? Neither one is entirely right."
"Behind this is actually a battle between orthodoxy."
Ling Yun broke the silence for a long time.
"Why is the Taoism of Qingqingliu so unpopular?" He looked puzzled.
"Have you read the two-line poem next to the sword pool?" Guan Shanyue asked without answering.
"Su Ming, Su Ming, why don't you sing?" Ling Yunpo muttered in a low voice, "How ignorant it is to be really ignorant."
"The ancient tradition of Wenqingliu has been completely cut off since then." Guan Shanyue said with a slight smile, "So I am very much looking forward to your Qingluo Peak being able to reopen this road, whether it is Qishanzhenren
, An Zhisu, it’s still you.”
She stood up and put the drink money on the table:
"After all, being a stone girl and marrying a mortal are really boring."
Guan Shanyue left the wine table gracefully, and all the guests at the tables around her stood up and left behind Guan Shanyue.
Only then did Ling Yunpo realize that in order to create a safe environment for the two of them to talk, this restaurant had long been occupied by disciples of Cuizhu Peak.
Ling Yunpo sighed as he watched the shop owner and waiters timidly come out of the back hall.
I learned a new way to show off.
"Waiter, make a pot of good wine." He said loudly, "I'll take it away."