Li Xiuyuan always went to bed very early and woke up very early.
This is a habit he has developed since the old Taoist priest brought him back to the Taoist temple. In the words of an old Taoist priest, if you feel depressed all day long, it will affect the mood of the pilgrims.
In his eyes at that time, the old Taoist priests were all about making money.
It was not until he was gathering Qi and building a foundation, and the old Taoist priest ascended, that he realized that the old Taoist priest was cultivating his living habits. When he could one day gather Qi, he would lay the foundation for his practice.
After fetching a bucket of water from the Taoist temple and washing himself carefully, Li Xiuyuan went back to cook a pot of rice.
Since he was able to practice, he put all his energy into practice, cooking only once a day and eating all day long, so as not to waste his practice time.
The old Taoist priest had been very strict with him since he was a child, requiring him to be serious in everything he did, even when he was searching for medicine in the back mountains and shooting pheasants.
Do everything carefully, even if it is a certain rune that the old Taoist priest occasionally taught him to write.
People lose track of time when they get serious.
Unknowingly, he heard the shouts of people coming from the hall, and Li Xiuyuan realized that someone had gone up the mountain to find the master to write amulets and ask for signatures.
"Is the old Taoist here? Come down and ask for a signature on a branch!"
Before Tiansheng returned to Dalioli, he heard a middle-aged man's voice coming from outside.
When he entered the main hall, he discovered that it was Old Man Zhang from Luoxia Village at the foot of the mountain. Although others call him Old Man Zhang, he does not look old. He is only around fifty at most.
"Uncle Zhang, did you come to my master to ask for a signature?" Li Xiuyuan poured him a cup of herbal tea.
When Old Man Zhang saw it was Li Xiuyuan, he couldn't help laughing and said: "It turns out to be Xiuyuan, where is your master?"
Li Xiuyuan looked at him and replied softly: "Old uncle, the master has gone away for something. The lot in this lotus tube has been filled. If you want a peace talisman, I can draw one for you."
Old Man Zhang trembled and asked loudly: "I was just a few days late, but he ran away without saying a word? Didn't he even understand the signature?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I don't know either. When the master went out, he said that he might not be able to come back for ten or twenty years. He said that the world is so big and he wanted to see it."
"He doesn't want this Taoist temple anymore? How much effort has he spent in his life? This old guy is so shameless." Old Man Zhang looked at Li Xiuyuan and shouted.
Li Xiuyuan was stunned, thinking that he would have to leave here soon and go out to make a living, and he felt a little sad for his master's Taoist temple.
After thinking for a while, he looked at him and said, "Uncle Zhang, Xiu Yuan also wants to go out and have a look in a while, otherwise this Taoist temple will be given to you in the future."
The old man Zhang Shang was startled, took his hand and asked: "Xiu Yuan, tell uncle, has something happened? A few days ago, I heard thunder thundering on the mountain for a long time, and the villagers down the mountain were scared to death."
Li Xiuyuan held his hand and smiled: "It's okay, isn't it normal for thunder in spring? I was so scared that I hid under the table and didn't dare to go out."
Old Man Zhang nodded and said, "That's right, the thunder in spring is really scary!"
"The ancestor of this mountain is very spiritual. When Xiu Yuan grows up, he wants to see the world outside the mountain. Uncle Zhang, please find someone to come here to guard you. Although there is no master to interpret the signature, you can still offer incense and petition to the villagers. of."
Having said this, the two of them couldn't help but look up and glance at the Sanqing Patriarch in the main hall.
When Old Man Zhang heard this, he knew that he couldn't keep Li Xiuyuan, so he had to sigh, looked at him and said, "In this case, write a peace charm to me, and I will give it to my grandson at home."
"Wait!"
He found the old Taoist priest's yellow paper and cinnabar, rubbed some ink, and followed the method taught by his master. Li Xiuyuan wrote a peace charm for Old Man Zhang.
"I plan to go down the mountain after this spring. Uncle Zhang will find someone to come up and look after the Taoist temple. Finally, he can collect some incense money in a year."
Carefully drying the ink stains on the talisman paper, Li Yeyuan handed it to Old Man Zhang.
"Nacheng, please come to my house when you come down from the mountain. I will come up and guard you. Anyway, you have nothing to do at home. You can dig some medicinal herbs on this mountain to exchange for money."
Picking up a Taoist temple for free is like money falling from the sky to Old Man Zhang!
There is no reason not to.
Li Xiuyuan also confiscated Old Man Zhang's talisman money and sent him out of the Taoist temple with a smile.
For him, being able to find a good-looking Taoist temple without wasting his master's efforts was an explanation to his master.
Maybe one day the master will become a god and he will come back and see the place where he once practiced.
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Once he got serious, it was difficult to let go. After sending away Old Man Zhang, Li Xiuyuan was reluctant to go digging for medicine in the back mountains. Now he was not short of money for the time being, and it should be said that he would not worry about spending money for many years to come.
He doesn't want to waste time. Now he just wants to practice and practice swordsmanship.
The exercises he practiced included the Taixuan Sutra that the old Taoist priest taught him since he was a child, and the sword rules were the sword intentions that were vaguely present in his innate memory.
In the words of the old Taoist priest, even he couldn't understand Li Xiuyuan's vague sword intention.
Li Xiuyuan himself didn't know where his sword power came from. He only knew that he could read and write without the old Taoist priest teaching him. The villagers at the foot of the mountain even preferred the runes written by Li Xiuyuan.
He said that his runes were more beautiful than those written by the old Taoist priest, who wrote peach charms drawn by ghosts.
After seeing Old Man Zhang off, he sat quietly at the table for a while. He picked up the iron sword left by the old Taoist priest and walked out the door.
It rains lightly in the morning, and swallows fly around the eaves.
The swallows that nested here last year flew back to their old nests this year.
Different from before, when he couldn't practice, the old Taoist priest told him that the speed of drawing the sword is fast to be lethal, but if the speed is too fast, it will be difficult to change the direction during the process of drawing the sword.
To be both fast and change direction requires a steady hand holding the sword.
Li Xiuyuan's hand was very steady, but now he changed his method, that is, he started to practice slow sword, so slow that it was as slow as the petals falling from the tree.
The difference is that his sword falls slightly faster than the petals. Before the petals fell to the ground, he struck the petals with a sword.
Most people really can’t do this method.
This requires him to see it with his eyes, hands, and heart.
After spending an hour, he finally cut off an apricot blossom that was about to fall to the ground. This was his first apricot blossom after practicing for countless days. He used to use fast swords at lightning speed.
And the sword technique he is using now is more like an old man who doesn't know how to practice, trying to forcefully hold a sword to practice.
The Li Xiuyuan in front of him is just a nine-year-old boy with his own happiness.
Even more of my own pride.
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The next day, Li Xiuyuan went to the mountain behind the main hall.
In addition to peach blossoms and apricot blossoms, there are also many catkins and wild flowers in the back mountain. This requires more stringent requirements on his perception, as well as the direction and speed of the sword.
So he had no choice but to go slower, slower, slower...
The random flowers were becoming more and more charming, and he wanted to cut them off before they fell to the ground.
For this reason, he had to lean as much as possible before falling to the ground, and then bend his body. If the branch was bent, only this angle could reach the last flying flower.
Slowly slashing out his sword, he then turned over in the air, twisting out of an arc like a fish leaping over a dragon's gate, and the iron sword in his hand kept changing direction.
Without any sound, the iron sword hit the fallen flower he wanted to hit.
This is the realm he wants to see with his eyes, his heart, and his sword!
The rusty iron sword left by the old Taoist priest finally chopped down the wild flowers that were about to fall into the soil at a strange speed!
It is hard to imagine that the sword slashed out was not as fast as lightning, nor was it as slow as a turtle.
In Li Xiuyuan's words, no matter how late or early, I will kill you at the moment I want to kill you.
No matter you are a fallen flower or a fallen leaf, a pheasant or a monster!
At this moment, Li Xiuyuan is the sword, and the sword is also him. If he wanted to, the sword in his hand could be as fast as lightning. If he meets a master who wields a sword, his sword can be as slow as a flowing cloud, only to intercept you when you are about to take action.
Until this moment, he was just a practitioner who had just established his foundation and was extremely weak.
But it was a cultivator of the Zhuzhu Realm who, at the age of nine, conquered this mountain that he had never looked at carefully in the past, although this mountain peak was not surprising.
However, it has always been behind Yunqi Taoist Temple, and its calmness has become as if it has disappeared, so that Li Xiuyuan seems to have never observed it except digging medicine and hunting.
The mountain is there whether you see it or not.
The road leading to the back mountain is in the back hall of the Taoist temple, behind a fence not far from where Li Xiuyuan cooks and collects water every day. This is a silent mountain, a mountain that has nurtured him for countless years.
It wasn't until he fell down in the grass after killing every wild flower that he had time to carefully measure the mountain that had nurtured him and the old Taoist priest.
Located between three villages, Luoxia Mountain is a nameless mountain.
Only then did he realize that the place where he was lying not far away was the place where his master had transcended the tribulation and ascended. The hard rock split open by the tribulation thunder seemed to be telling him about the earth-shattering thunder tribulation that had happened not long ago.
In the words of an old Taoist priest, if he could ascend in the daytime, he would be the only practitioner to ascend in this Shura realm for thousands of years. Because a long time ago, the path to Ascension in the Shura Heaven Realm was cut off.
It wasn't until the moment he was about to ascend that the old Taoist priest remembered that his ascension was not possible because of Li Xiuyuan? Otherwise, why has no one successfully ascended in these thousands of years?
It's just that these principles are too far away for Li Xiuyuan. He just wants to break through to the third level of foundation building when Tianxia comes, and then go down the mountain to see the outside world.
Because the old Taoist priest once told him that the outside world is very wonderful.
If you want to speed up your spiritual practice, going out for a walk is undoubtedly the best way. While walking, looking at the scenery and practicing.
Maybe if an elder of a certain sect takes a fancy to him, he might even be able to jump over the dragon gate.
Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan, who was lying on the bed, got up and ran to the Taoist temple.
While he is still here, he wants to write more peace talismans, exorcism talismans, peach charms, etc. for the villagers down the mountain, and put them in the Taoist temple so that everyone can come up and get them.
Just because the master has left, we can't stop watching Taoism.
For some reason, Li Ye in the Five Realms has always won the favor of his husband, Tang Qiuyu and others with his small regular script that carries the meaning of a sword like water.
But when he came to Shura Heaven after Po Xu, Li Xiuyuan, who had not yet recovered his memory, wrote a thin golden body that he could chop with a knife and an axe.
And this kind of font, coupled with the arithmetic symbols taught to him by the old Taoist priest, has a mysterious and majestic artistic conception when written on yellow paper.
There are several vague sword intentions, and there is also a mysterious aura.
These days, Li Xiuyuan writes a few talismans whenever he has free time. On the one hand, he meets the needs of the villagers at the foot of the mountain. On the other hand, he also wants to try to make his handwriting more neat.
After writing on the yellow paper left by the old Taoist priest, he was about to go down the mountain.
The little Taoist priest who has lived on Luoxia Mountain for countless years is about to go down the mountain to see the world.
