This is a snow-covered open space, with snowflakes falling from the sky. A white figure stands in the snow, looking like a snowman from a distance.
Li Xiuyuan has been standing quietly on the academy's practice field for several days.
In the meantime, the master couldn't understand, so he came over and asked him why? After Li Xiuyuan told him that he had sensed the traces of falling snowflakes, the Master never appeared again.
The path of spiritual practice is like sailing against the current. Only by practicing hard can you have the slightest chance of fighting against the sky. Master understands this truth, and now it seems that Li Xiuyuan also understands it.
This saved him a lot of time and effort, so why not?
He has been quietly comprehending in the wind and snow for more than ten days, and he sees that in another ten days, it will be the New Year.
This year's New Year's Eve was very quiet, so quiet that only Li Xiuyuan and the Master were the only ones.
Although there were other gentlemen who stayed in this huge academy, it was just that Li Xiuyuan was not familiar with them, and they did not bother to pay attention to a small handyman.
Holding the rusty iron sword in his hand, an iron sword that even his master could not understand, he had already moved his fingers like an arm, and he gently slashed the iron sword into the void in front of him.
The wind passes by, leaving no trace on the sword.
Looking down, I saw a layer of rust on the sword body, with ten snowflakes quietly sticking to it. "How is it possible that I am only at the ninth level of foundation building?"
However, a voice in his head told him: "This is your realm!"
Li Xiuyuan, who was less than ten years old, was able to kill ten snowflakes with one sword at the ninth level of foundation building, which refreshed his level in the five realms. You must know that Li Ye in the Five Realms period only started to replace the bamboo sword with an iron sword after he reached the Nine Rooms of the Formless Dharmakaya.
As for Li Xiuyuan, who only knew how to practice, he used the rusty iron sword left by the old Taoist priest. An iron sword weighing forty-nine pounds.
The Master once tried it and said that this sword was heavier than all the swords in the academy. The master even wanted to give him the sword he had used, but Li Xiuyuan refused the master's kindness.
Because this was left to him by the old Taoist priest, he used this sword to practice as if the old Taoist priest was watching him in the sky.
There is just some rust, but it does not affect his practice.
He reached out and gently wiped off the snowflakes on the iron sword, and then waved his hand... Wrapped in the golden zhenqi, a sharp sword energy fell heavily on a big tree beside the square. .
Click!
A muffled sound was heard, and the big tree as thick as a bucket was pierced through by Li Xiuyuan's sword energy.
The sword energy can be released outwards. This can only be achieved by those who are above the golden elixir. They don't want to be broken by Li Xiuyuan, who is at the ninth level of foundation building.
Uh-huh!
The iron sword was sheathed, Li Xiuyuan put away the iron sword, turned around and walked towards his house.
Although the New Year is approaching, he can't stop his practice. He practiced the piano all morning in the morning, and after lunch, he went to meditate in the house in the afternoon and practice his Taixuan Sutra.
"Boom!"
A muffled sound resounded, and long after Li Xiuyuan left, the big tree pierced by the sword energy made a loud bang, and the upper part fell into the snow, splashing snow all over the ground.
...
I don't know if it was because he was too sleepy after standing in the snow for an hour. Li Xiuyuan just practiced the Taixuan Sutra for less than an hour when he felt his head feel heavy and had to go back to the house and lie down.
Li Xiuyuan had a dream while resting on a mountain of wind and snow.
In the dream, he felt that he was transformed into a general of ten thousand armies, standing alone on the top of the city. There were tens of thousands of enemy troops below the city who wanted to attack the city. As soon as he waved his hand, tens of thousands of black iron arrows flew out, like a streak. Lightning across the sky.
When the black lightning flashed through, all the troops under the city raised their iron shields to block the rain of arrows from the sky. But this only happened in an instant. Another flame rose into the sky, and in an instant, all the troops were caught in the sea of fire...
The scene turned, and he seemed to be between heaven and earth. On top of the snow-capped mountains, there was a golden dragon rising straight into the sky. Then, there were several golden lights across the sky and the earth, spanning thousands of miles, converging on the golden dragon above his head. The golden lights turned into a larger golden dragon. The golden dragon soars into the sky, heading towards the sky...
When he reached out to catch it, he found that he could only catch it in vain.
Immediately afterwards, the scene changed to above the sea, among thousands of armies, on a high mountain. Opposite him was an old man in black, an old man in black who was about to ascend like an old Taoist priest...
He didn't know if he was dreaming, so he stood on the high mountain, calmly looking at the crowd of thousands of troops in front of him like a stranger, looking at the cheering crowds holding knives.
Li Xiuyuan in the dream suddenly said: "Everything is like a dream, like dew and lightning!"
When he said this, Li Xiuyuan opened his eyes. This dream was not the first time he had had it. He had had it many times in the Taoist temple. Every time, it was the old Taoist priest who woke him up from his dream.
This time it was Li Xiuyuan who woke up from his dream.
When he woke up, he shook his head and thought for a long time, but he couldn't understand the reason. Is this a memory from a past life? Or do you want to enter someone else's story in your dream?
He got up from the bed, boiled a large bucket of water, and sprinkled some herbs into the bucket. Then he spent half an hour cleaning himself up, put on a clean robe, and felt that his energy was finally over. It has recovered somewhat.
He wanted to go to the Master to study, because he found that the Master had many books in addition to music scores. Regarding this, Li Xiuyuan was inexplicably surprised.
He found that just by holding up a book, he would read it for an hour without making a sound, as if he was born just to read books and not to practice.
Now, in addition to practicing the piano and sword, he also does one more thing, which is to stay in his master's room and read books every day when he has nothing to do.
The master once asked him why he didn't take the book back to the house to read. Li Xiuyuan replied that he was afraid that he would be lazy and read it while lying on the bed. In this way, he fell asleep unconsciously without reading any books.
"Wicked way!" The Master laughed and scolded him, then ignored him.
He has so many books in his collection that even he himself has forgotten about them. Since Li Xiuyuan likes them, he can't wait to let him move all the books in the house. After all, he never imagined that one day he would have to carry a mountain of books on his back when he left.
Just as Li Xiuyuan said, even if he stayed in the master's room and read, he would still read from time to time, and would often fall asleep on the chair.
A monotonous and repetitive life, a life without any change.
Li Xiuyuan is looking for flavor and fun in it, and he never feels bored day after day. Because this is an academy, if you don’t read in the academy, can’t you find someone to fight with?
Reading, playing the piano and practicing swordsmanship are Li Xiuyuan's life.
Who among the disciples in the academy is not busy? For a higher realm, to become a disciple of the elders, to practice higher skills, for some personal interests...
Everyone is so busy, who still remembers the little handyman in the kitchen?
Even if you are the person that the dean likes, but you have been demoted to the kitchen to chop wood, what qualifications do you have for people to pay attention to you?
It has only been a month since Li Xiuyuan became a hot topic in Fengyun Academy. After that, the name Li Xiuyuan was discarded like garbage by people, and occasionally it was mentioned only as an object of ridicule.
Just because he is a cripple with a broken leg.
If it is the courtyard and the disciple he likes, will he be punished by chopping firewood in the kitchen? Still chopping firewood indefinitely!
Such a disciple is worse than a handyman! Because as a handyman, he was covered by the kitchen elders, but Li Xiuyuan was a guy who didn't even want to take a second look at the kitchen elders.
How pathetic! So what if I can grow into a disciple of the dean? In the end, wouldn’t it be reduced to the point where no one cares about it?
However, this is all in the past, because a group of students have not returned to the academy yet, and no one in the academy wants to offend the master, so even Li Xiuyuan has been temporarily forgotten.
It wasn't until the New Year's Day that Li Xiuyuan finally polished the iron sword in the wind and snow until it had a glimmer of light. The rust was shiny, giving it an indescribable and strange feeling.
Although it looked very uncomfortable at first glance, Li Xiuyuan liked it because he found that there were more snowflakes on the iron sword. After nearly a winter, he finally finished cutting eleven snowflakes with one sword!
It may take others three to five years to achieve a state of cultivation, but it only took him less than one winter.
Hard work pays off, this is what the master said to praise him for learning the piano, and he understood a little bit.
The skill of cultivating toward death is the skill you want.
The master, who was in a good mood, came back from hunting a yellow sheep. Li Xiuyuan looked at the yellow sheep, which seemed to weigh more than 200 kilograms, and asked with his mouth open: "Teacher, how long will it take to eat this?"
Unexpectedly, the master looked at him and smiled and said: "It doesn't matter if you can't finish it. Quickly light a charcoal fire and make it into dried meat. Then you can eat it slowly when you drink."
"Is this a monster?" Li Xiuyuan asked.
The master shook his head and replied: "You are not considered worthy. You can only fill your stomach by eating it. Don't even think about using its meat to break through to the golden elixir. Don't dream!"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said with a smile: "That's not what I meant, I just thought that if it is the meat of the monster beast that is distracted, plus herbs to make a pot of broth, it might be possible for the teacher to realize the breakthrough faster. opportunity.
"Are you begging me or coaxing me? Or do you want me to catch a monster beast for you?" The master looked at him and laughed.
Unexpectedly, Li Xiuyuan looked at him, shook his head, and replied: "I just listened to what the master said. It's just that the mountains we live in only have wild beasts and no monsters. Otherwise, the master would have gone to kill one and come back."
The master thought for a while, looked at him and said, "Want to eat? When the master comes to the mountains after spring, you can try it yourself and eat whatever you get back. Don't expect me to do it. I'm your teacher!"
"Yes!" Li Xiuyuan responded, and then asked tentatively: "Teacher, I wonder where you rank among the practitioners in the academy? Or is there anyone else who is difficult to provoke?"
The master glanced at him and smiled lightly: "Why do you ask this? Do you want to do bad things in the academy? Are you afraid that the elders will cause trouble for you?"
Li Xiuyuan smiled and scratched his head.
"There is no point in saying this." The Master smiled and shook his head and said, "You just need to remember to practice honestly and don't care about other people's circumstances. They have little to do with you."
"Then I'll be relieved, disciple." Li Xiuyuan replied thoughtfully. He concluded from Master's tone that Master was invincible in the academy.
"What about the Demon Realm? Are there any particularly powerful people in the Demon Realm?"
Sensing that the master's expression was a little strange, Li Xiuyuan changed the topic: "In the eyes of the world, the demon realm is a terrifying existence. I also want to know if he has any disciples practicing in the academy?"
Hearing the word "Devil Realm", the Master's expression became solemn: "So what about the Demon Realm? You don't have two eyes, a nose and a mouth. Isn't the guy who knocked you off the cliff a member of the Demon Realm?"
"That revenge? I have to find time to avenge it. Otherwise, I feel uncomfortable. Didn't he bully the small with the big?" In Li Xiuyuan's heart, Jun Wuyou is the one who bullies the small with the big.
The master squinted his eyes, as if he was recalling something, and said quietly: "The Demon Realm is actually not a big deal, it's just different from the techniques practiced in the world. To put it bluntly, they are just mortals who have not become gods."
"Are they all mortals who have not become gods?"
Li Xiuyuan thought about it and felt that it seemed more straightforward to understand it literally.
