After all, Suicune never stayed in the mountains for a long time. According to what this sage with profound and unpredictable spiritual realm said, he has been trapped in Qinshui Town for many years. What the world has become now is somewhat vague. He is probably an old general. Recently, I often think about going out and walking around. I always want to take a closer look at the changes in the world outside, such as in the Eastern Islands, the old Tiankeng land, or the Northland where the Great Yuan was enveloped in severe cold and snow. .
It is difficult for ordinary people to guess the mind and thoughts of a great cultivator like Suicune. Even the old woodcutter who had been watching with a cold eye could not guess what was going on in his mind. He really wanted to go out and see the world. Or by the way. However, in the past few days, the old woodcutter no longer felt eager to try. He put the hatchet and ax back on his waist and absentmindedly searched for the wine Wu Shuang had hidden.
Yan Jiaqing came over again and again, holding the yellow rope with a sluggish tail and making fun of the old man, saying that if you really are not afraid of death, you will have a fight with this talented man in luxurious clothes and extraordinary weapons, and you will naturally understand each other's relationship. The old man bared his teeth several times, but for the first time he didn't refute. He just looked at Suicune with a slightly fearful expression.
Of the thirty-six drops of Lancang water, Shuijun finally obtained six of them, and injected them all into the young man's body through unpredictable means. They were supposed to replace the empty meridians in the latter's body and circulate the inner Qi. It was still as dead as before, so I had no choice but to pour in another drop of Lancang water, and connected it according to the Beidou numbers in the sky, and finally I could barely move my inner energy.
Now Yunzhong's Dantian is empty. Qiuhu's Divine Will and the Void Pill are like a fish swimming out of water, without any ripples. Although Shuijun's move cannot make the young man return to the second realm, at least after practicing for a long time, the Dantian It can produce a pool of living water, revive the Qiu Lake, and slowly repair and reshape the meridians in the body.
Although there is no otherworldly effect of immediate retrieval of life and death flesh and blood, such an action can be regarded as a drain on the bottom of the cauldron. It is enough to meet a temporary emergency. When the Qiu Lake is active, the young man's meridians can also be slowly reshaped, but it requires How many years it will take is unknown.
When Shuijun was about to leave, he once made it clear to Yun Zhong that Lancang Water was a magical thing, but if things continued like this, they would not be able to last for a long time. When the glory of Lancang Water hanging in his body had faded, if the meridians had not been reshaped, even if Even with such a level of cultivation, there is nothing I can do. Moreover, it is not easy to reshape the meridians. If you cannot resist the painful and itchy taste, let alone continue to practice, your mind will go astray. During the season, when the gods land, they are also bitten by tigers and thorns, and there is no way to start.
Even though we meet thousands of miles apart, we will eventually see each other again.
When the old woodcutter reluctantly went down the mountain with Yun Zhong Wenyu and the often drunken gentleman to see him off, he was called to his side by the water king and gave his instructions slowly.
"Your path of cultivation is similar to mine. We belong to the same category as a butterfly with two wings. Since you are already in the fifth realm, I, a mediocre person who has wasted many years and only relied on my long life to reach such a realm, naturally You can’t imitate the tone of those seniors lecturing the juniors, but I just want to tell you one thing.”
As we walked slowly on the snowy mountain road, Suicune's hair was all white, and he still spoke calmly, "People's hearts have two directions, just like the two blades of a sword. Instead of constantly struggling with the choice, you might as well not think too much and live in seclusion in the mountains. , wandering clouds and wild cranes, one is walking in the grass, drinking wine and eating meat, feeling at ease. In the final analysis, it is God favoring you, making you do something that never comes to fruition and try another way of life. But in the end, it is just a dream, and in the end it is nothing. There must be a time when you wake up from a big dream.”
"Heaven and earth are unkind and treat all things like civets. This is just what people outside of cultivation say in vain, but it is not necessarily wrong. When you are in this gate of heaven, no matter what the will of God is, or the words of those close to you. Any suggestion you make may be the wrong path, and if you make one mistake, you will be doomed, and this is by no means an alarmist statement."
The old woodcutter rarely cupped his fists at Shuijun and said with a grin, "Regardless of success or failure, it is actually just paving the way for those who come after you. There is no saying that you will be lucky all day long when you go to the forest to find the water source and visit the deep pool. But even if you make the wrong move, , later generations can also know that this step cannot be taken, and the sages who have practiced Taoism for thousands of years have done the same, and in the end they have sorted out such a most stable path. As for how far you can go, how much you can figure out the way forward, it all depends on luck. how."
"You really have a disciple, and you are open-minded and open-minded in your words. I am not as good as you."
"Actually, there have been apprentices who are not apprentices for a long time, and now there are even disciples and grandchildren. Although I look down on Lao Niubi, this is the only fault." The old woodcutter hummed twice, but his expression was happy.
Suicune chuckled, took out the already ancient book from his arms, and handed it to the old woodcutter, "This volume is the essence of what I have learned from exploring this path for many years. Now, it is just food for me." It’s boring, I give it to fellow Taoist today. If you can one day see through this hanging barrier above the Five Realms, it won’t hurt to discuss it for a few days when we visit Qinshui Town again.”
The two of them did not deliberately lower their voices, nor did they use any means to cover it up. The drunken Mr. Yan was quite worried, and he came close to Yun Zhong and whispered, "Boy Yun, you are so Where did I get to know such a godly man? The woodcutter always looks at people by his nose and is arrogant, but now he is somewhat respectful. You said I want to go and shamelessly ask for some favors, can you do it?"
"It doesn't need to be like this." The young man answered simply, but when he saw that the fisherman was really trying to get closer to Suicune, he added angrily, "It's already thick enough, no matter how thick it is."
It was obvious that the answer was wrong, but after Yan Jiaqing heard the words, he looked very satisfied. He cupped his hands at the young man with a playful smile and said, "Let's give in and give in to each other."
You can't suffer any loss at all, just like a piece of meat on a hob.
The sky was gloomy, but from the gaps between the rolling ink clouds above the scattered snow, there was golden light pouring down, and it was rare to see the light.
After all, Shuijun didn't give Yan Jiaqing anything. Instead, he looked at the yellow rope, hesitated for a long time, and finally said something mysterious and mysterious, as if it was a lifetime ago. Yan Jiaqing still wanted to ask for some benefits, but Shuijun laughed and said that you don't like to practice at all, so what's the use of allowing you more things.
After giving some instructions to Yunzhong Wenyu, he stepped into the stream at the foot of the mountain again.
If you ride on the flowing water and dark swamps, you can reach it all over the world.
The friendship between gentlemen is as light as flowing water from a clear spring, and there is no need to be polite at all.
There are two more people in the mountain, so it naturally becomes more lively. Yun Zhong is waking up from a long sleep, but Wen Yu is always thinking about it. Therefore, there is not much difference in the mountains before, but now Yun Zhong wakes up, often in Practicing swordsmanship on the top of the mountain, Wen Yu was also studying formations on the side, which was very lively.
The old woodcutter was finally able to try the young man's skill in roasting rabbit. His mouth was full of oil and he kept drinking. He was almost like Mr. Yan, who was drunk all day long. Both of them leaned on the wicker chairs on the cliff, snoring one after another day and night. Difficult to eliminate.
It was the same today. Yun Zhong put two thick blankets on these two unreliable seniors, then walked to the side of the bonfire, drank three or two cups of boiled rice wine, and felt comfortable.
"Counting the days, my uncle has not drank so freely for many days. It seems that there is no benefit at all if the meridians are completely destroyed." Wen Yu also rarely drank two pots of rice wine today. On a cold winter night, after drinking this warm rice wine, the coldness all over the body goes away, and the dough is slightly tinged with pink.
There is nothing wrong in what he said. From the time when Qiuhu fell into his stomach before reaching the mountains, every time the young man drank, the rather restless sword spirit would surge up in his stomach, causing pain and heartache, which he never stepped out of. I had a few solid drinks. At present, the meridians are all gone, and the Lancang water can barely support the circulation of Qi. The Autumn Lake is still silent, and the Dantian has never produced a pool of living water. It is rare to taste the wine twice.
The boy just smiled at this.
"Let's put it this way, the price of rice wine in these two markets is only three to five yuan in broken silver. It is really expensive."
"Why did you have to use that sword?" Wen Yu asked again.
In the past few days, Wen Yu asked the young man no less than six or seven times, but every time he heard this, the young man would simply explain it away. It could be said that he tried his best to refuse to answer, and he didn't know what he was trying to avoid.
The boy didn't say anything, and the girl didn't continue to ask. She just kept looking at the young man beside the bonfire. In a short time, the young man's immature face, which had not yet grown, was now more delicate and handsome, and became more peaceful and calm. A faint scar runs from the end of the neck to the shoulder.
It was a cold night at the inn, and Mei Langjun's soft sword almost broke off the young man's arm and ribs, leaving scars that have not been healed to this day.
"I'm not very talented, and you can see my luck. I'm really not a great talent in cultivation. It took me a year, and it may seem to outsiders that I haven't put in much effort at all, but I haven't made any progress."
"Being in the mundane world, I am clearly a guest greeter outside the courtyard of a high-ranking prince, but he just looks at the noble lady in his family who has never left the palace. When I first meet him, he is like a lotus." The young man spoke softly, lowering his eyebrows and raising his eyebrows again. He took a pot of wine and placed it next to the bonfire. When he saw the rice wine boiling, he took it out to cool down again.
"That young man from the Four Realms who came from nowhere, just scolded me at my weak point. He knew that all the senior brothers in the mountain knew that I was not very talented, but no one said anything. He treated me like a close relative, but no matter how much he pretended that nothing happened, he would always I feel that everything around me is like jade, but I am a stubborn stone.”
"Actually, when I was young, I always heard about people who went out to do business and earned a lot of money. Even if they never moved out of the small town, they often went out. They were also proud of themselves. At least they could afford to pay for soup and medicine and find a doctor when they encountered illness. I can’t afford the money.”
The mountain wind rustled, and the young man drank.
"If nothing happens, our abilities are limited and our abilities are weak, we still have to protect the lives of those around us, right? We can't keep borrowing the prestige of Nangong Mountain."
"I will not regret borrowing this sword."
Yun Zhong was stunned, pursed his already white lips, and looked at the girl whose face was flushed. He suddenly remembered that he had tasted this when he was looking at the sword energy in the rice paper, when he was hungry and tired and went out to look for food. So warm and flavorful.
The old woodcutter on the wicker chair opened his eyes slightly, glanced sideways, and smiled like a thief. He looked back at Yan Jiaqing, but he had already stretched his head out to look at Yan Jiaqing, and made a silent gesture to the latter. Then he pretended to sleep again, grinning at the corner of his mouth.
The flying snow falls into my arms, and so does the warm jade.
At night, the long sky adds dark shadows, and the lanterns and returning birds complement each other. In the end, we are connected.
