Without waiting for the purple-skirted female medicine master, Li Xiuyuan used the medicinal herbs that were robbed by bandits on Tianhuang Mountain to cook the concoction for Wang Qiang for two days.
While Ping An was stunned, the senior brother gradually got better and could walk on the ground.
While Wang Qiang was recuperating in the bamboo house, Li Xiuyuan told him that he wanted to visit the library.
Without waiting for Wang Qiang's answer, Ping Zi, who was sitting nearby and eating melon seeds, patted his chest and said with a smile: "This is a simple matter, I'll go talk to Grandpa Yuan Zun!"
After saying that, he ignored Li Xiuyuan's surprise and jumped up and ran outside the house.
Wang Qiang looked at Li Xiuyuan and said with a smile: "Junior Brother Ping'an was picked up by Yuan Zun. Ordinarily he should inherit Yuan Zun's mantle. I am only a nominal master..."
"There is no end to your practice. Senior brother, you are already very powerful!"
Li Xiuyuan looked at him and said seriously, after all, the person who came yesterday was not even afraid of the Sword Master, so how could he be a match for Wang Qiang?
Wang Qiang shook his head and said with a wry smile: "I didn't expect you to know about medicinal herbs... This time we are even!"
"I was also scared at the time!" Li Xiuyuan did not hide his emotions.
At that time, he palmed the black shadow, and he acted subconsciously because there was Ping An and Wang Qiang behind him. If he backed down, these two guys would be in trouble.
"Let's not talk about this... What do you want to learn when you go to the library? Don't you want to watch the sect's competition?"
In Wang Qiang's heart, the sect's three-year apprentice recruitment competition is the most lively time.
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said with a smile: "I am very strong, and I want to learn how to refine weapons. If I find a divine fire one day, I can learn my skills from Yuan Zun."
Upon hearing this, Wang Qiang couldn't help but pat his thigh, looked at him and said with a smile: "Your idea is a good idea. If you can't cultivate immortality, you can refine weapons..."
Li Xiuyuan looked at him and smiled, but said no more words.
I thought to myself, if I could say that I could forge swords now, Yuan Zun on the mountain would probably have to dissect himself from beginning to end.
"I hope Ping An can bring me good news!"
Li Xiuyuan thought that before finding the divine fire, staying in the library for a few days would be his best choice.
Wang Qiang looked at him and smiled: "You have entered the library, do you still have time to clean the mountain gate?"
Li Xiuyuan smiled lightly and said: "You can study and chop firewood at the same time, just like a senior brother who cultivates and teaches peace at the same time."
Wang Qiang was startled for a moment, and then he laughed after a while. The two of them didn't need to say much, they just quietly watched a pot of tea and enjoyed the cool breeze blowing from the mountains.
Although the summer afternoon is a bit hot, it is also a time to test whether the monks can be calm.
...
It rained in the evening, and the mountains and forests were suddenly shrouded in rain and fog.
A summer heavy rain blew away the scorching heat of the day. Li Xiuyuan made a pot of tea in the living room, looking at the sudden heavy rain, but in his heart he was looking forward to a safe return.
After going to Yuan Zun safely yesterday, Wang Qiang also left the bamboo house after recovering from his injuries. In one day, Li Xiuyuan returned to his usual peaceful days.
I brewed a pot of tea and drank it alone with a cup in hand.
Bang bang, Ping An ran in holding an oiled paper umbrella and shouted: "Brother, please pour me a cup of tea, I'm so thirsty."
Looking at Li Xiuyuan sitting at the table drinking tea, Ping An shouted as he put away his umbrella.
"Wait a minute, this tea is hot, be careful and drink it slowly." Li Xiuyuan poured him a cup of hot tea and said with a smile.
"Brother, I told Grandpa Yuan that Ping An will take you to read in the library tomorrow. That old man also knows me!" Ping An said with a smile while holding the tea in his hand.
"Can I read a book? What kind of books did Yuan Zun say I could read?" Li Xiuyuan was shocked and his voice rose twice.
Ping An was not verbose, and said with a smile: "Grandpa said that my brother should pay more attention to weapon refining... In the future, when my brother finds fire, he can learn weapon refining from him..."
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while, looked at him and replied: "Do you want to go reading with me? The best place outside of practice is of course reading and writing. At your age, you should learn more about this."
"Actually, I also want to go to the library and learn something. Senior brother says I'm lazy every day."
Pingan recalled what Yuan Zun said to him and chuckled: "I'll go and play with my brother when I have nothing to do. The mountain will be lively in a few days. Would you like to go and have a look, brother?"
"I won't go... I don't want to become a disciple. I just have books to read!" Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and said quietly.
He didn't know how long he could stay in this world, and he didn't want to get involved in any more worries that he couldn't get rid of.
Ping An chuckled and said: "Senior Brother said that after this competition between the sects, he will be Ping An's master, and Ping An will also be a disciple of Tianyun Mountain."
"Ping'an, why don't you become Yuan Zun's disciple?" Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and asked.
"Giggle, Pingan, don't be Grandpa Yuan's disciple. He will burn Pingan with fire every day, and even ask Pingan to go refine weapons with him. He thinks I live too leisurely!"
Ping An looked at Li Xiuyuan and couldn't help laughing. After laughing, he took a sip of tea from the cup.
"After I go to the library with my brother safely tomorrow, I'm going to help my senior brother prepare for the martial arts competition."
After saying these words, Ping An yawned, ran to the recliner and rolled himself up into a kitten, and soon began to snore.
"So you're afraid of suffering..." Li Xiuyuan poured himself a cup of tea. Looking at Ping An's appearance, he thought to himself, how could he ever spend his childhood as happily as this guy?
After thinking about it, it seems that before he met the princess of the General's Mansion, that is, before he became his teacher, he played in the mud with Tang Chao, Xiaoju and Hu Ge's group of children.
Time flies, and decades pass in the blink of an eye.
Those carefree days will never come back.
...
In the afternoon of the next day, when Li Xiuyuan was leaning on a chair in a daze with a book in his arms, a cry of peace came from outside the yard.
"Brother, follow me!" After saying that, he dragged his hand and walked out, while saying: "Ping An will take you to the library. I won't be able to accompany you tomorrow. I will come after the competition is over."
Li Xiuyuan was startled when he heard this and then smiled: "Thank you so much."
The two of them walked out of the bamboo house and walked around the mountain forest located under the headmaster Tiandao Peak. They arrived outside the library in less than a quarter of an hour.
Different from the library in Li Xiuyuan's "Miss You", the library in Tianyun Mountain is a three-story pavilion made of black stone. From a distance, it doesn't look like the Sutra Pavilion in Prajna Temple at all.
There was no monk guarding the door, but there was a wooden table across the door. Behind the table, there was an old man in black clothes, half leaning on a recliner to relax.
It seems that the disciples of the sect are all busy with martial arts competitions, so the library that houses the library seems unusually deserted today.
"Grandpa Meng, my brother wants to come here to read, don't be harsh on him!"
Ping An ran into the door, grabbed the old man's beard and started yelling, but his little hand pointed at Li Xiuyuan who was standing outside the door.
The old man was a little confused by Ping An's words. He scratched his head and said nothing for a long time.
Li Xiuyuan thought for a moment, then stepped forward and bowed his hands in greeting, and introduced himself: "Hello, senior, I am Li Xiuyuan, a handyman disciple of the sect..."
Li Xiu looked at the old man in front of him and felt that he was about the same age as the old monk from the Sutra Collection Building of Prajna Temple, but with an extra mysterious aura.
"Oh, you are the little handyman who saved Wang Qiang. Yes...come in!"
The old man seemed to have known about Li Xiuyuan's existence for a long time. He nodded to him and said with a smile.
Li Xiuyuan followed Ping An into the library. He couldn't help but be stunned when he saw "The Way of Refining Weapons" that the old man put on the table. He didn't expect that the old man had already found the book he wanted.
"There are many people in this world who can practice cultivation, but not many who like to read. I never expected that this little guy is a rare and wonderful person..."
The old man lying aside looked at Li Xiuyuan and laughed.
Li Xiuyuan picked up the book the old man put on the table and read it carefully. After a while, he asked: "Senior, can I read this book?"
The old man sighed, touched Ping An's head and smiled: "You can sit by the window. This book cannot be taken away from the library. I will sleep in this building. You can watch it for as long as you like... ..."
Li Xiuyuan laughed when he heard it, raised his chin slightly, looked at the old man and replied: "Thank you so much, senior. I will read it carefully and not disturb your Qingxiu."
The old man glanced at him and said with emotion: "It doesn't matter if you come, I guess no one will come to accompany the old man these days."
When Li Xiuyuan heard this, he laughed: "As long as you don't mind me, senior, I will come with you after sweeping the floor every day...cook a cup of tea and drink two glasses of wine..."
When the old man heard this, he couldn't help laughing and said: "Little guy, what do you mean by this? Do you know how to make tea? Don't read in a hurry. Make me a spiritual tea..."
Ping An looked at the appearance of the two of them, shook his head and said, "Ping An is going to accompany senior brother!"
The peace that has gone through the Shanmen Rebellion is still lovely, and the sadness of a child is like a fish, only three days.
As time passed, it gradually went away with the mountain wind.
Li Xiuyuan looked at the little guy jumping away and sighed silently in his heart without saying anything.
The old man stood up and pointed to the tea table not far away and said: "Hurry up and boil the water. As long as the tea you make is delicious, you can read as many books as you like in this building."
In the eyes of the old man, this was an interesting little handyman who didn't have a trace of vitality, but he didn't bother to come to the library to look for opportunities.
Cultivation is to go against the will of heaven and compete with heaven for fate. He also likes young men like Li Xiuyuan who do not bow to adversity.
Li Xiuyuan stepped forward and lit the small stove on the table, poured spring water and placed it on it.
He looked at the old man and said with a smile: "I have traveled a long way, now I need to calm down and read more books. I really want to thank my senior for helping me."
The old man couldn't help laughing when he heard this: "I like to hear this. There are not many disciples here in the sect. It's a pity that you don't have immortal roots. Otherwise, with your character, you would be able to catch up with Wang Qiang in a few years." ."
Li Xiuyuan smiled and said nothing, but quietly waited for the water to boil, scald the pot and wash the cup into which the spiritual tea was poured. When the fragrance of tea arose, he poured half a cup of spiritual tea for the old man and himself.
He said calmly: "Please try it!"
The old man looked at Li Xiuyuan's every move. This was not the state of mind that a twelve-year-old boy could have. This was clearly the kind of thoughtfulness that could only be achieved by an old demon who had practiced for thousands of years.
Instead of picking up the tea cup in front of him, the old man grabbed Li Xiuyuan's little hand like lightning and began to investigate deeply.
It wasn't until a while later that he sighed softly.
He shook his head and said, "It's strange. You are obviously only twelve years old, but your mind is like an old goblin who has been practicing for a hundred or even a thousand years!"
"Is it possible that you are the reincarnation of a great immortal?" The unwilling old man looked at him and asked.
Li Xiuyuan was stunned, thinking that if he could be considered as entering the Tower of Reincarnation and standing on the Forgotten Bridge during the hundreds of years of wind and rain, saying that he had practiced cultivation for a hundred years would be quite correct.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but reply softly: "Juniors just suffered more than others, walked more roads, and got rained a few more times, it's nothing!"
Thinking that he was in heaven and on earth, he was almost going to go under the Nine Netherworld to find the other side flower that the Phoenix Spirit Song Tianyu needed.
Thousands of miles? I have not just traveled a hundred thousand miles!
When the old man heard what he said, he couldn't help laughing and said: "People say that it is better to travel thousands of miles to read thousands of books. You have traveled enough, and now I am hiding here to study..."
