The melting moonlight, the white clouds, and the gentle breeze make it look like a fairyland outside the world; in the secluded bamboo forest, the wind chimes are blowing, and on the sparkling water, you can hear clear music winding around the pillars, and the clear voices are singing along with it.
In the Han month at Qinguan, the river wind is mighty,
The beacon fire in the canyon, the sound of war drums in the distance;
The plank road in the rough area is covered with clouds and mist.
The soul is broken by the camel bell, and the horse's hoofprint is deep;
The heroic souls on the cliff are like dreams and smoke,
The eternal song, it is hard to find the Bo figure;
The Silk Road is winding, with thousands of twists and turns,
The bluestone is fragrant and the ancient road sings.
An elegant pavilion is located by the river. The beautiful figures in the pavilion are gently flirting with jade fingers. The desolate tune is mixed with a bit of boldness.
The clanking sound of the piano stopped with the singing. After the song was played, the beautiful figure in the pavilion pressed her hands on the strings of the piano and softly recited a poem:
"The breeze blows through the bamboo heart, and the bright eyes look forward to the departure of the autumn water; the beauty sits and plays the string music, and there are few guests who come to listen."
At this moment, in the quiet bamboo forest, the direction of the gentle breeze suddenly changed.
"When all the seven strings are stroked, where can I find a true friend? But towards the bright moon and the empty forest;
Who can understand the remnants of calligraphy and ink? Listen to the meaning of pines, waves and bamboos. "
At first I heard the voice of Confucianism, a white silk pavement paved the road, and I saw a figure pulling away the dust, flying down in the wind:
"The autumn wind neighs the armored horses thousands of miles away, and the sun sets over thousands of mountains with flags. I haven't seen you for a long time, but this ancient song of my friend is better than ever."
After Xia Chenglin landed, the sheet of white silk several feet long was put away by the preset spell on it.
Seeing the visitor, Cui Luohan quickly stood up, walked out of her pavilion, and said happily:
"In the past, I went to Tiandu and heard that you were in retreat, so I didn't bother you."
Just as she said, after the sword competition in the past, she tried to leave her name on the sword monument and failed, so she returned to Xiwulin and waited until the day of rest before going to Tiandu to visit friends. Unexpectedly, what she got was a good friend. News that it has been closed.
Even Yu Lijing, whom she met by chance at that time, didn't know the specific time of her release from seclusion. She could only promise that she could convey it to her friend when she came out of seclusion.
Since then, she has not visited again and returned here to concentrate on improving her sword cultivation. This sword appraisal meeting really allowed her to see the sky beyond the sky.
"Thank you for your concern, my friend. After the sword appraisal meeting, Master dropped by Tiandu and left me some things. I studied them in seclusion for a period of time."
Although the words were very vague, Xia Chenglin still explained the cause and effect clearly.
"Is there any gain?"
"Small gains come from small things."
Ten years have been enough for him to push "Tai'qiu Shui" to the realm of Taibei. Before that, his accumulation has been very profound. Coupled with the annotations left by his master, his practice has made rapid progress.
After being overjoyed, Cui Luohan seemed to have remembered something: "Speaking of which, why did you suddenly come to this Youhuang Qiushui? I remember that today is not the day when everyone has a rest."
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"Master has summoned me to return to the Central Plains. This visit is specifically to say goodbye to my friends."
Xia Chenglin was very calm. He clearly remembered what his master had reminded him before. If there was something in his heart, he should resolve it early while there was time and don't leave any regrets.
However, he had already made his decision a long time ago.
"So fast?"
Cui Luohan's face was shocked by the sudden news, and her heartbeat also skipped a beat at this moment.
"Everything has been handed over smoothly, and the remaining Li Jing will be responsible for the aftermath..."
Xia Chenglin spoke slowly, but in the middle of speaking, he was interrupted by Cui Luohan:
"You know I didn't mean it that way."
Based on her understanding of him over the years, she didn't believe that he was unaware of those things, but she also understood that there was little hope. She just wanted an answer, an answer.
"Rights and obligations are one. When I make a decision and embark on the path of spiritual practice, my life no longer belongs to me.
The master is too amazing and too outstanding. As the successor of the master, shouldering the responsibility for the rise and fall of a lineage is already the limit of what I can do. "
Xia Chenglin spoke slowly, with a calm tone, and told everything in his heart frankly:
"Your personality is not suitable for Confucianism. Only outside Confucianism is the most suitable place for you, so that you can fully retain your nature.
It is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes than to help each other.
Feel sorry. "
As a friend who made friends with Qin, this is no problem, but going further is completely impossible.
The inheritance of the fire is far from the responsibility of one generation. He is responsible for the rise and fall of the line, and he must inherit the fire and pass it on. This is a responsibility that he is destined to bear since he decided to practice cultivation.
After explaining everything, Xia Chenglin looked calm and bowed to Cui Luohan.
At this moment, in Cui Luohan's eyes, the person in front of her and the person she had seen at the Sword Ping Club in the past completely overlapped.
We can't say they are completely different, we can only say they are exactly the same.
An invisible obstacle loomed between the two of them.
A perfect person has no self, a god has no merit, and a saint has no name.
He said that only by staying away from Confucianism can she fully retain her nature. What about himself? She didn't know, let alone where to start.
Cui Luohan's nose twitched: "You know what? I still like you better than before."
She quickly calmed down and didn't say or do anything unnecessary.
He respects her, but she cannot harm him. There are many rules in Confucianism, so you need to be careful and pay attention to everything. There should be no stain on those who hold high positions.
"People will always change, but I hope that you will always be who you are now."
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In the desolate ancient forest, the autumn wind is hunting, and the resentment of many heroic souls is blown among the desolation, disappearing under the solemnity.
The Holy Burial Bone Forest is the place where the bones of countless Confucian sages are buried. The autumn wind stands in front of the deserted tombs, which can only be seen a bit desolate and a bit cold.
In the dim sky, a figure of Xuanchang stepped onto this sacred land. He stepped forward with his hands behind his back, making the entire Holy Burial Bone Forest become brighter in an instant.
This is a very young man, with red hair tied high and a slender figure, shining like a golden boy. Every move shows calmness. The moment he sets foot on this land, he resonates with countless sword souls.
Some of them have been conceived but have not been absorbed by Qiongxiao Mingjing Sword, while others are still in the process of gestation.
"After many years, the master came to the Holy Burial Bone Forest again. I don't know what happened?"
At the same time, two swords appeared, falling from the sky just like before.
In the past, the other party came to seek help to prove their swordsmanship. They made an exception and started a test of benevolence and righteousness for the other party.
The final result was that it was contrary to their original intention. They did not treat themselves favorably but were unkind, causing the souls of all the heroes to be shocked, but they were soon relieved.
They are all dead people. They are only responsible for guarding the ancient Defeng Road and do nothing.
Today, the other party came again, and the hidden sword intention resonated with them.
During the process, they could clearly feel that they were slowly getting stronger, just like when the other party established the Tao. No, it was much stronger than then.
"I came here this time because I have an important matter that I need to discuss with the heroic souls."
