Murong Zhilan took Ximen Yuyan not far away when she met Baili Yunyan who was about to leave and was looking for her everywhere.
Baili Yunyan grabbed her sleeve and asked, "Junior sister, where have you taken Miss Yuyan to? Don't you know we are about to set off?"
Murong Zhi, who was angry, was stunned for a moment and blurted out: "Senior sister, that guy Shura lives in the inn in front, and he has a whole courtyard..."
Baili Yunyan was surprised and asked: "Why does he own a yard for himself? How much does it cost?"
Ximen Wuhen, who was holding the horse, raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Ximen Yuyan and asked, "Sister, do you know that young man too?"
Ximen Yuyan shook her head and said nothing.
Although she was also confused in her heart, she did not dare to identify the masked boy as Li Xiuyuan, a disciple of Zhufeng. She also did not want her brother to cause trouble for the boy.
Tantai Mingyue, a woman in white dress who was walking slowly, glanced at Murong Zhilan, frowned and said, "Don't run around in the future, so as not to make us worry about you!"
Murong Zhilan stepped forward and took her hand and said softly: "Senior sister, when you get to Yinchuan City, please go get another token with Elder Ouyang."
"What do you want to do? Do you think this is our Wuji Holy Land?" Tantai Mingyue glared at her, looked back at Feng Yun and others and said, "Let's speed up and try to reach Yinchuan City in two days."
Ouyang Xia Yun, who was going out to see everyone off, looked at everyone and said, "Yes, when we get to Yinchuan City, there will be senior brothers there who will arrange for everyone's food and accommodation."
Amid a burst of shouting, a group of people got on horseback and walked out of Niujiao Town in the spring breeze.
...
It was already past noon in the inn.
Under the peach tree in the yard, Li Xiuyuan stood like an old peach tree. There was no bright spring breeze in his eyes, and he didn't even pay attention to the petals that occasionally fell.
The bamboo sword in his hand became heavier and heavier. He held the sword like a pen and never dropped it, turning into a divine dragon sword.
He once slashed Shushan, but he was trapped in this cage-like sword move.
Just like when he was on Fangcun Mountain, his husband and the old monk set up a cage in his body, forcing him to always use his physical strength to handle the difficulties he encountered.
Unexpectedly, it turned a big circle and returned to the situation at that time.
However, this time the old Taoist priest was more ruthless and simply banned all his cultivation.
At this time, Li Xiuyuan was no longer the little monk on Fangcun Mountain in the Five Realms. He was not far away from the middle stage of transcendence, and the same was true for his swordsmanship.
The bamboo sword in his hand was as heavy as a mountain, and there was only a slight distance left between cutting off the cage on his body.
However, this seemingly small distance was like a chasm in his eyes.
This is also the reason why he has never practiced the second move of Shenlong Sword Technique.
It wasn't until I came to the Xuanwu Continent and had a battle with the zombies under the Bamboo Peak that I realized that Qianlongyuan with just one move was not enough.
He wanted to master the second sword technique as soon as possible, but he was just one step away, but he still couldn't take it. Even if he is in a watery state of mind, he will inevitably feel anxious.
It wasn't until he stood under the peach tree and swung his sword like a mountain that he realized that it was actually a ridiculous idea to think that he could master the second sword technique as long as he reached the realm of the cave.
Chi stood there for nearly two hours. With no results, he put away his sword and sat under the eaves making tea.
There was food on the table that the waiter had prepared long ago, but it was tasteless to him.
In spring in the far north, even the bright sunshine cannot hide the chill from the snow-capped mountains.
Sitting under the eaves, Li Xiuyuan looked at the old peach trees in the yard. The peach blossoms preserved under his sword were blooming tenaciously. He thought to himself that he was like this peach blossom that could not be killed, and it would bloom no matter how cold it was.
...
Not long after, it started to drizzle again.
Li Xiuyuan, who was sitting at the table and wanted to sharpen his ink, frowned.
It's not easy to travel in such weather, and Murong Zhilan and his party won't be able to reach Yinchuan City even if they spend three days.
Boom boom boom!
Before he could take out the inkstone, there was a knock on the door outside the hospital.
"Stop knocking, just come." Li Xiuyuan put down the tea cup in his hand and stood up to greet the door, wondering who else would come to him at this time of year.
"I'm here to sit down. I won't disturb you, right?" It was Ouyang Xiayun from the Snowfield Holy Land who came in.
"No, please come in and sit down." Li Xiuyuan looked a little strange and thought, "Why did you come to me?"
After the two of them sat down at the table, Ouyang Xiayun asked: "I thought you would follow the monk back to Xuefeng Mountain, but I didn't expect you to stay here..."
Li Xiuyuan looked at the increasingly dense rain and asked, "The disciples of Wuji Holy Land and Tianyun Holy Land are leaving today. I thought you would leave together."
Ouyang Xia Yun said in surprise: "The disciples from Tianlong Holy Land have not arrived yet. There are also some disciples from other sects and families. I am only responsible for receiving them here..."
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said, "I don't care about these things. What's wrong with you coming to see me?"
Ouyang Xiayun sighed and asked, "Would you like to go to Yinchuan City and have a look? I can write a letter to my sister and ask her to find a qualification for you."
"No, it's fine for me to stay here. No one will bother me... Also, when will you leave for the ruins deep in the snowy mountains."
In Li Xiuyuan's opinion, it won't be long before it's mid-spring in the Snowy Mountains.
He couldn't stay in this small Niujiao town forever. He would either go to Yinchuan City or take a detour to Tag Snow Mountain.
As long as you can reach the ruins before they open, that's enough.
Ouyang Xia Yun suddenly sighed and said: "I don't know what went wrong in Tianyun Mountain. Originally, the senior brother who was coming this time was the senior brother from Zhufeng, but I didn't expect that he ended up being the disciple of the law enforcement elder."
Speaking of this, Ouyang Xia Yun frowned slightly, as if he didn't like Ximen Wuhen.
Li Xiudi was stunned for a moment, then asked: "The girl in purple from Meishan went to the Dalu Inn. Didn't you see her? Did you have the impulse to lift her veil?"
In his opinion, only a simple and honest guy like Ouyang Xia Yun could stand a little witch like Yun Ziyi.
"You are joking, Meishan disciples are not easy to mess with."
Ouyang Xia said this, then took a sip of the spiritual tea handed over by Li Xiuyuan, and then laughed and said: "We disciples of the Snowfield Holy Land do not dare to provoke the women of Meishan."
When Li Xiuyuan heard this, he couldn't help laughing and said, "I thought you would give it a try that day, but it seems you are also a coward."
Unexpectedly, Ouyang Xiayun waved his hand and said: "You don't even dare to mess with the hornet's nest, let me poke it!"
"When will you leave Yinchuan City? You won't wait until April, right?" Li Xiuyuan asked, "Do you want to follow?"
"We will leave in ten days." Ouyang Xiayun smiled and said: "The ruins will be opened in mid-March, and it will not exceed two days..."
"How many days does it take to get from Yinchuan City?" Li Xiuyuan silently calculated the remaining distance in his heart. Said: "Do you elders know how long you will stay in the ruins?"
"It takes three to five days to get to Tag Snow Mountain from Yinchuan City." Ouyang Xia Yun said with a smile: "As I said, you go to Yinchuan City with me and let my sister think of a solution. With your relationship with Wuji Holy Land, there will definitely be no problem. ."
Li Xiuyuan was slightly startled and said: "Forget it, I can't owe them any favors. At worst, I'll find a way to buy a brand with someone..."
Ouyang Xiayun was startled, looked at him and smiled: "What do you mean, you still want to go to the ruins?"
Li Xiuyuan added some hot tea and said with a laugh: "In the spring season, idle time is also idle. If you have a chance, you might as well go and take a look."
After some consideration in my mind, if I didn't go to Yinchuan City and stayed for another two days, I could take a detour to Jade Dragon Snow Mountain.
Heading to the ruins of the volcanic eruption.
Ouyang Xiayun drank the tea in the cup and said with a smile: "I have to go back and see if anyone will come today."
With a wave of his hand, Li Xiuyuan sent away the genius of the Snowfield Holy Land, looked at him and said with a smile: "My bad things are not worth your attention."
...
Shenshi is coming to an end, and the misty spring rain gradually stops.
After sending Ouyang Xiayun away, Li Xiuyuan took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, spread it on the table, and poured some tea into the inkstone.
Holding a tube of pine ink is like holding a sword, slowly grinding it.
Half of the Buddhist scriptures on the desk have been copied, and the wolf hair in his hand is as heavy as a mountain, just like when he stood under the old peach tree in the yard and tried to cut off the heavy shackles on his body with the bamboo sword in his hand.
Thinking about the strokes in the Buddhist scriptures in my mind, I was like a dragon escaping from the abyss. When I saw the rain dripping from the eaves, it was like thousands of weak waters in the abyss.
Lifting the pen sinks into the wrist, and dropping the pen is like dropping a sword.
The ink-absorbed wolf hair is like the raindrop on the eaves that cannot be caught. The rainwater falls heavily on the bluestone along a certain trajectory.
The bluestone slab was so heavy that a shallow pit was carved out over the years.
The wolf hair fell heavily like a mountain, like a landslide, or like a mountain peak. When it fell heavily, it turned into an unsheathed sword and landed lightly on the snow-white scripture scroll.
When the wind rises, so does the sword!
When the rain falls, the sword falls!
Li Xiuyuan, who has achieved Phoenix Nirvana for the third time, can finally try to control the Ruoshui sword energy in his hand, or the flame sword energy that can penetrate the back of paper.
The power of the three thousand swords that slashed the sky and the earth turned into two different sword energies wrapped around the fingers, which were hidden in the lines of the Buddhist scriptures.
This is what I smell, this is what I smell...
At this moment, Li Xiuyuan was no longer thinking about releasing the sword energy in his chest between the lines. It’s about hiding it again, hiding it deeply, and being extremely restrained.
From then on, the Buddhist scriptures I copied were Buddhist scriptures, and they no longer had that stunning sword aura. The sword energy is hidden in my chest and between my fingers, but it is no longer hidden in the words.
Looking at the plain Buddhist scriptures on the white paper, Li Xiuyuan felt a sense of satisfaction after enlightenment.
Back then, when I was discussing Buddhism with an old monk in the Great Buddha Temple, the master and the disciple once talked about the three realms of Buddhism. This was also the realm that my husband talked about when he took him to Tianshan Mountain for the first time.
When you first go up the mountain, you will see the mountains as mountains and the water as water.
When I climb halfway up the mountain, my legs and feet feel weak, my head feels dizzy, and I start to see that the mountain is not a mountain, and that the water is not water.
After some persistence, I walked to the top of the mountain and found that the mountain was still the same mountain and the water was still the same water.
Just like when he was learning swordsmanship, his husband asked him to first learn to carve Buddhist scriptures on the stone wall, and use the iron sword in his hand to carve out strokes on the stone wall.
After a lot of wind and rain, I don’t know how much skin has been worn away, how much blood has been shed, and finally there is a hint of sword intention hidden between the lines.
For the young man from the Five Regions who first came to Tianshan, this was his greatest pride, and also his greatest pride.
This kind of pride followed him through wind and rain, traveling thousands of miles to Fangcun Mountain...and soared to the Shura Heaven Realm, and even to the Tianyu City above the nine heavens.
Finally, he cultivated a touch of sword intention into a sword force, and then the sword energy still appeared on the paper, like an unsheathed long sword, giving people a dangerous aura.
He ascended again, traveled through endless time and space, and arrived at Tianyun Mountain in the Xuanwu Continent. He was still in front of the Yaoguang Palace, and he inadvertently left behind a touch of sword energy.
Until this moment today, after a spring rain, a few peach blossoms withered and a few drops of rainwater dripped from the eaves.
After some spring breeze and rain, he understood that after taking off the cage, he was not going to show off his talents to the fullest, nor was he going to soar in the sky after cutting off the shackles.
Now that we have escaped from the abyss, why not hide in the abyss again?
If I can hide, I can hide for the long autumn and winter, waiting for the spring breeze to turn into rain, waiting for the dragon to remove its armor... a shocking blow!
