During the summer vacation, Huan Xin stayed at home for more than half a month. Since her mother, Xu Yating, was also at home at school, it was rare for Huan Xin to spend time with her mother at home.
After that day at the airport, Xiao Min only sent one message to Huan Xin, roughly saying that she might not be able to come to the small town and that her father was going to take her to Qin Province. Huan Xin only replied and told her to be careful when she was out. Safe, and then the two had no contact again.
After that night, Huan Xin never contacted Su He again. He couldn't let go, but he didn't know how to face it.
A week before leaving school, Huan Xin had been at home for a while, and he decided to go to Kunlun. After all, the old ghost's matter has already involved the two ancestors of Beiming, so he should go there and explain the situation.
Just like that, Qing Xin embarked on the familiar road again.
This time I took the train and arrived at the Tanggula Mountain Pass first. In front of the Kunlun Mountains, I felt how wonderful the work of nature was and how many unknown secrets were hidden here.
After traveling all the way through mountains and rivers, Huan Xin arrived at the mountain gate of Beiming. It was not the first time for Huan Xin to come here, and he had already regarded this place as his home. They knocked on the door and walked in directly. In the courtyard at this time, Uncle Qingyun and Senior Brother were sitting face to face. The two of them were not playing chess, but each was making a cup of tea, as if they were waiting for something.
When the two of them saw Huan Xin come in, Uncle Qingyun stretched out and said unceremoniously: "You are here, you can cook. You are the only one who can do well among you."
Huan Xin put down the bag she was carrying with a smile and got into the kitchen without saying anything else. Beiming in summer is obviously much better than winter, and the ingredients are much richer. After a while, Huan Xin brought out four dishes and one soup from the kitchen. Taoist priest Qingyun looked at the table of sumptuous meals and asked doubtfully : "What kind of festival are we celebrating today? Is it so wasteful?"
Huan Xin and senior brother smiled at each other, and did not answer Uncle Qingyun's words. The three of them started eating. After eating for a long time, Senior Uncle Qingyun kept praising Huan Xin's cooking skills for making great progress. The ones I made before were so delicious, I thought this kid wouldn’t spend all his time on this anymore.
In fact, during the half month that Qing Xin was at home, she cooked three meals a day every day when she was free. Over time, she naturally made progress.
After the three of them licked all the oil on the plate, Huan Xin started to get down to business and talked about the encounter with the old ghost in Jinzhong. After finishing the story, Huan Xin looked at the calm reactions of the two people and felt in his heart. Is it possible that they already knew this?
As expected, Uncle Qingyun said: "Since the master specially hid that book, what's the use of bringing it back?"
Huan Xin asked with some confusion: "Uncle Master, why can we, Bei Ming, only learn the magic of subduing demons and eliminating demons, but not the secrets of Feng Shui?"
Qingyun glanced at Huan Xin and said calmly: "Xuanmen is divided into mountains, medicine, fortune, fortune, and divination. Anyone who has mastered any of them will be a master. But in our Beiming Sutra Pavilion, except for medicine, Except for the classics on pulse, everything else is there."
Huan Xin nodded, thinking that now there are people who can heal the pulse. Not long ago, Huan Xin put the "Shen Dan Sutra" and "Xuan Yi's Notes" on the medical pulse on the bookshelf of Beimingzang.
I saw Qingyun continue to say: "In the eyes of outsiders, cultivation in our bitter cold place deep in the North Ming Dynasty is naturally not easy, but who knows that what we have been guarding for generations is a huge treasure left by our ancestors. Any skill in it If word spreads, it will cause the entire world to fight and rob."
When Huan Xin heard this, he felt that the uncle's answer was wrong. He was asking about the secret art of Feng Shui, but the uncle said it was indeed something else. When Huan Xin was confused, the uncle continued: "The art of Feng Shui is too easy. Revealing the destiny of heaven, so since the Qin Dynasty, our ancestors have made a rule not to enter temples and not to look at the number of days. And our Beiming's exercises are mostly based on Taoist methods of subduing demons. Over time, our sect has The inheritance has become mainly about subduing demons and eliminating demons, supplemented by divination and fortune-telling. However, these skills have not been lost. Just because we don’t use them doesn’t mean that we can’t do it. Do you think Beiming’s generation of disciples don’t know how to do Feng Shui?”
Come to think of it, this is indeed the case. Even he knows a little bit about it. The uncle is right. Beiming's Taoist magic is indeed very different from other sects. It feels like they are almost on the same level. Beiming's Taoist magic is more like fairy magic, very fantasy, while other sects' Qi ghosts ward off evil spirits. Most of them are based on utensils or paper talismans, and there are very few cool and exciting tricks like "Longing from the Fire".
This is also the reason why summoning the heart to kill evil spirits will cause an uproar in the Xuanmen world.
In the next few days, the senior brother continued to study his alchemy skills, and he actually changed the general room where groceries were stacked into an alchemy room. With the support of Senior Brother Qingyun, the senior brother was determined to make alchemy. Beiming is the number one person in alchemy, and Huanxin, apart from helping his senior brother practice elixirs from time to time, spends most of the rest of his time in the Sutra Pavilion. After experiencing so many things, Huanxin is also familiar with Beiming's skills. With a deeper understanding, he knows which spells are more practical in battle and which techniques are flashier. These experiences can only be understood after experiencing them himself.
During this period of time, Huan Xin also wanted to settle down and sort out all the things he had learned. However, his own state had always stayed at the early stage of Qi training, and there seemed to be no sign of progress, so Huan Xin left it to The first task of the senior brother was to ask him to call Li Changshu, saying that he might not be able to make it in time for the start of school, so he would report later.
The eldest brother initially disagreed, but after he finally agreed to help him practice three furnaces of "Resurrection Pills", the eldest brother readily agreed, took his cell phone and walked out the door. After all, there is no signal here. Wherever there is a signal, The fastest way to awaken the heart is a day and a night.
After everything was settled, Huan Xin, senior brother Li Hexiang, and Senior Uncle Qingyun lived a solitary life here every day. Except for Senior Uncle Qingyun who basked in the sun every day, everyone seemed to be very busy.
Soon it’s September, the days are getting shorter and the nights are getting longer. On this day, the second senior brother suddenly came up the mountain.
Looking at the second senior brother carrying big and small bags, Huan Xin was also very surprised. He had never seen the second senior brother since what happened to his grandfather last time, so he inevitably missed him a little. This time, the deserted Beiming became lively. When they got up, this was the first time the three brothers got together. In the evening, Huan Xin specially cooked two more dishes. The second senior brother also took out two bottles of good wine. Several people sat around in front of the Sanqing statue in the main hall, just like this. It was a pleasure to eat and drink.
Uncle Qingyun always said that he was too old to drink, but as soon as his wine glass was empty, he would start banging on the table from time to time. In the end, the uncle drank one of the two bottles of wine by himself. In short, in this desolate hinterland of Kunlun , being able to drink wine is already a blessing.
When we woke up the next day, everyone acted as if nothing had happened. Huan Xin was still making breakfast, the second senior brother was cleaning the courtyard with a broom, the senior senior brother was still sitting in front of his alchemy furnace, and senior uncle Qingyun was still there. I woke up very late and slept in front of the futon in the main hall...
