"Don't go!"
Li Xiuyuan replied calmly: "It is said that neither Xuefeng Mountain nor Meishan will send disciples to enter the ruins deep in the snow mountains. I wonder if the disciples of Jade Dragon Snow Mountain will go."
As for Li Xiuyuan, it doesn't matter who goes or doesn't go, as long as Yun Ziyi doesn't go.
Compared with Yun Ziyi, Ximen Yuyan from Tianyun Mountain is an obedient cat.
Monk Buli didn't expect Li Xiuyuan to reject him outright, so he couldn't help but sigh and said: "Come with me to see the master, I don't know if he will be happy..."
"Stop it, Master Meishan also said this, remember: after leaving Tianyun Mountain, I will not go to any holy land in the future."
Having said this, Li Xiuyuan took three jars of spiritual wine and placed them on the table. He looked at Monk Buli and laughed.
He said: "We got to know each other. This wine is brewed by me from the young leaves of purple bamboo in Zhufeng in the spring. One jar will be given to your master. The other jar will be given to the master of Meishan for me. The remaining jar will be given to you... .”
After much deliberation, I realized that I had nothing to gain but wine as a gift.
However, Monk Buli didn't buy it. He looked at him and said with a smile, "Do you have any more? Give me a few more jars."
"Want it?"
Li Xiuyuan looked at him and smiled: "When I come out of the ruins, I should return to Loulan City. If you want to drink, come to me."
Monk Buli sighed and carefully put away the wine on the table.
He shook his head and sighed: "I'd like to thank you on behalf of the master. I guess I can go to Meishan for you and gain a good reputation among the female saints."
Li Xiuyuan poured spiritual tea into the cup and said with a smile: "It seems that your reputation in Meishan was not very good in the past?"
"Monk, I drink, eat meat and love to fight. In the eyes of the female saint, I am a devil... Haha, I wonder if she will scold me if I go here this time?"
When Monk Buli thought of the appearance of Master Meishan, he felt a little panicked.
"Probably not. I told her a little bit about your situation. It's not certain that the saint will be happy and give you a reward this time."
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while, looked at him and said: "Monk, you are already a great monk in the Fusion Realm. From now on, you should practice hard on the mountain and try to spend hundreds of years..."
In his opinion, the monk Buli in front of him was a monk who had the hope of becoming a Buddha, not because the monk had a master from a holy monk, but because he did not have as many troubles in front of him as he faced.
It would be easy if he could let go of everything.
The problem is that not to mention his parents, he can't let go of his brothers and friends who stayed in the five realms. If he can't go back and recite it, this will become a demon in his mind in the future.
Monk Buli took a deep breath, took a sip of spiritual tea and said, "Monk owes you too much, so I won't say thank you. If you have anything to do in the future, come to me. Monk in the water and in the fire will be with you!"
Li Xiudi shook his head, stared into his eyes and said, "Monk, listen up, you and Snowfield Holy Land have already gone to recite, and I am a fate, not a cause and effect."
After thinking for a while, he continued: "You are on your way. No one in this world is worth your life to repay. Don't be like the village girl on the ferry..."
In his opinion, the village girl on Tongtian River would not come to assassinate him if she did not owe the Loulan Wang family a favor.
Not to mention that the monk Buli in front of him was the two teachers on Tianyun Mountain, and he did not want to involve them in the cause and effect between himself and the Wang family.
This is his own path of cultivation and has nothing to do with anyone else.
Monk Buli was startled, looked at him and laughed and said, "As far as Buddhism is concerned, you can be the monk's master."
While the two were chatting happily, the innkeeper came in, looked at Monk Buli and said, "Master, someone outside the door invites you to come out..."
Before he could speak, Yun Ziyi, dressed in purple gauze, floated into the living room, glared at Li Xiuyuan and shouted: "Young thief, you actually cut off my senior sister's arm! Wait until I return to the mountain and let the master come to trouble you."
Li Xiuyuan looked at her and said calmly: "I met Master Meishan last night, and what she said was different from you..."
"You are dreaming, my master will come to see you
you? Yun Ziyi took a step forward, looked at him and said, "Just wait for me!" "
Monk Buli shook his head, pointed to the red clay stove on the table and said, "Junior sister Yun, look at these objects, do they look familiar?"
Even Monk Buli did not expect that the master of Meishan would give his favorite tea set to me, Li Xiuyuan.
You must know that in the past, he occasionally went to Meishan to deliver things to his master, but the master of Meishan never gave him a good look.
Yun Ziyi took a step forward, looked at the tea set on the table and exclaimed: "Little thief, you actually stole the master's things?"
"Think about it carefully. I slept under the eaves last night. If you don't believe me, ask the monk."
After saying this, Li Xiuyuan stood up and said, "Monk, I'll see you off."
Monk Buli looked at Yun Ziyi and shook his head: "Go back and ask your master. I guess you will have to be grounded for a long time this time."
After saying that, he followed Li Xiuyuan and walked out. He had been out for so long and saw that he had broken through. He missed his master a little.
"Oh wait for me!"
Yun Ziyi was startled when she heard Monk Buli's words. She didn't care about the tea set on the table and ran out of the living room.
The master came to Niujiao Town, but neither she nor her senior sister knew it. She finally knew that she had caused trouble.
She was very familiar with the small stove on the table. She didn't know how many times she had used the purple sand for making tea... She didn't even have to think about it. Unless the master gave it to the thief, who could steal it? ?
The thought of being grounded when returning home made even Yun Ziyi, who was fearless, feel worried.
Outside the inn, Monk Buli had already led his horse to join the young monk and the woman in white dress who had broken an arm from last night.
The young monk bowed his hands to Li Xiuyuan and said, "We say goodbye today. I hope the donor can visit Xuefeng Mountain one day."
The woman in the white dress looked at the young man in front of her but was speechless. If the monk hadn't arrived in time yesterday, she might have become the dead soul of the young man like her senior sister.
Li Xiuyuan returned the gift, looked at the monk Buli who was holding the horse and said: "Go and stop thinking, so that you can practice well."
After saying that, without waiting for the four of them to mount their horses, they waved and turned around and entered the inn.
"Go and stop thinking?"
The young monk was stunned, looked at the monk Buli in front of him, and said, "Senior brother, is this young man also a member of the Buddhist sect? I'm afraid only the master can tell the meaning of Zen in these words, right?"
Monk Buli looked at Li Xiuyuan who had disappeared outside the inn door, sighed and said: "Let's go back."
Yun Ziyi stepped forward and looked at the woman in the white dress and whispered: "Senior sister, the master seems to have been here last night..."
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The woman in the white dress was stunned, looked at Monk Buli and frowned, thought for a while and said, "Let's go back quickly, and we won't talk until we see the master."
When I went out, I lost one of my hands. I originally wanted to go back to the mountain to cry to my master, but now it’s better, there’s not even a place to cry.
Just as Yun Ziyi thought, the master came here, went to see the little thief but did not see the two of them, which explained a lot of things.
The young monk looked at the three of them and said calmly: "If you have anything to say, let's talk about it when we get back."
Suddenly, the four horses kicked off their hooves and galloped forward.
...
Sitting blankly in the living room, Li Xiuyuan looked at the empty tables and chairs. He didn't expect that the separation would come so quickly.
It seemed that one moment, the two of them were sitting by the Tongtian River, drinking and talking, and the next moment they were going their separate ways.
Even Yun Ziyi, who gave him a lot of headaches, also followed him back to Meishan.
This time, he finally calmed down and could think about his own affairs.
At least before he left the Snow Mountain Ruins, no wind or rain from Meishan Mountain or Xuefeng Mountain could blow on him.
Now only Ximen Yuyan from Tianyun Mountain and a group of disciples from Snowfield Holy Land are left.
In their eyes, Ximen Yuyan was just a cute baby. As long as Ouyang Xuan didn't come, there wouldn't be much conflict with him as a disciple of the Snowfield Holy Land.
After much deliberation, he was worried that the killers from Loulan City would continue to come looking for Ma.
bother.
Then they are all crazy, and they will do anything for a little reward.
Once he calmed down, he thought about his own practice.
After leaving Zhufeng, there is no way to go to the abyss to fight zombies, and I guess my Phoenix Nirvana will have to be postponed.
Introducing stars into the body is still on the way of exploration, so there is no point in worrying.
After much deliberation, I can only continue to practice the Shenlong Sword Technique... As for the Star Sword Technique, I guess the teacher will teach it to me only after I successfully introduce the stars into my body, right?
Go and read, go and read.
After going to Tianyun Mountain, Nian turned himself into a lone ranger. Even the Buli monk in Xuefeng Mountain was waved back by him.
Without the monk and Yun Ziyi, he would have to consider whether to go to Yinchuan City to see it or whether to take a detour and go directly to Tag Snow Mountain to wait for the ruins to be opened.
After closing the door of the small courtyard, he quietly took out the purple bamboo sword and stood under the peach blossom tree, thinking about the second form of Shenlong Sword Technique that he had not yet understood: seeing the dragon and removing his armor.
With the bamboo sword in his hand, his movements were gentle and calm. In fact, he was thinking about the scene on the wild Wolong Mountain that year, and the shocking sword used by his master Long Qingfeng.
Let the power in your hand slowly converge on the bamboo sword, and let this faint sword energy pass through the peach blossom tree above your head and rush into the sky above the small courtyard.
Experience the joy and freedom of the divine dragon escaping from the abyss, taking off the chains of his cage, and finally being able to swim in the sky.
If we say that the hidden dragon is in the abyss, it means that the divine dragon is wearing heavy shackles and escaping from the abyss.
So when the dragon takes off its armor, it is a shocking moment when the dragon throws off all its shackles and gains freedom.
He held the sword like a pen, but his wrist was frozen in mid-air, unable to bring it down.
Frowning slightly, he looked at a dark cloud floating in the sky, feeling that the sudden dark cloud was like the shackles of a dragon, covering his head.
However, for some reason, the sword strike could not break the heavy cage.
The bamboo sword trembled slightly, and just as he was about to pick up the pen and put down the ink, suddenly a huge mountain pressed down from the sky.
It made him clearly feel that although he felt the shackles on Shenlong's body and the artistic conception of yearning for freedom, he still could not easily get rid of the cage on his body.
Unable to allow himself to be completely free, and connecting with the sword intention of the bamboo sword in his hand, he was just a little short of it.
A gust of wind passed by, and misty spring rain floated in the sky.
Unlike Tianyun Mountain in winter, he could stand like a snowman.
The spring rain at the moment was as pervasive as ox hair. He was the phoenix in Nirvana, but he did not condense a flame protection around his body.
Li Xiuyuan in the yard looked at the drizzle falling all over the sky, his body stiffened, and his right hand holding the sword trembled slightly.
I kept this posture for nearly an hour, looking at the dark clouds turning into spring rain in the sky, still unable to let go of this heavy stroke.
The rain keeps falling, neither urgent nor slow.
Gradually, the coarse cloth gown he was wearing got wet, and then soaked through. Slowly, a light linen gown turned into a heavy armor under the moistening of the spring rain.
Another hour passed, and the spring rain was still falling. The armor on my body became heavier and heavier, and gradually I felt like I was in a cage.
The rain is falling, the cage is gradually forming, but a light has been lit up in the dull heart.
Not long after Monk Buli and his group left, Li Xiuyuan stood in the yard, holding his sword as if he were holding a pen. It was past noon...until you hour, when the rain in the sky became gentle, he still maintained the posture of holding his sword and about to write. .
It wasn't until the inn's waiter knocked on the door and asked if he wanted to bring food in that Li Xiuyuan woke up from the artistic conception of a tree.
Shaking his head, he opened the courtyard door and asked the waiter to boil water and bring food.
With the hot towel covering his face, Li Xiuyuan woke up from his selfless state of mind.
Leaning into the surging water, I realized that my whole body ached, as if I had been trapped in the abyss for three lifetimes.
He rubbed his face vigorously with hot water, thinking that after dinner he would make a pot of spiritual tea to ward off the cold, and then grind ink to copy scriptures.
Since the beginning of his practice in Tianshan Mountain, his teacher's guidance was that if he wanted to practice swordsmanship, he should first carve scriptures on the stone wall.
