Li Xiuyuan took a deep breath, wrote the last word, and stopped writing.
This is an imperfect Buddhist scripture. The words in the first half of the volume are like an iron horse and a sword.
In the second half of the volume, the sword energy is restrained and there is no trace of anger.
If the fonts of the Buddhist scriptures were not of the same style, even the old man in the library at Tianyun Mountain would have mistakenly thought they were copied by two different people.
Gently dry the last page, take out the seal, cinnabar and other things, and print the traces of the Luoxia Immortal on the title page.
He doesn't plan to give this book away.
Even if you meet the monk Buli again someday, you can copy another volume and give it to him.
This volume of scripture records his journey of practice, the sword skills he learned between life and death, and the Buddhist principles he learned in reincarnation.
It can be regarded as a record of his understanding of Buddhism, his practice of swordsmanship, and the process of returning to a state of simplicity and authenticity.
He planned to give this scroll to his sister Li Xiaoxue, so that she could slowly understand the three mysteries of swordsmanship and Buddhism in the long years to come.
As long as it is given to my sister, my mother, husband, and teacher’s wife can all learn from and be inspired by it.
Even Mu Mu and Nangong Ruyu who were far away in the Phoenix Valley could see it.
He gently closed the scroll and put away the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table.
There was a sound of footsteps, and the man came in and asked him what he would eat for dinner.
Li Xiuyuan smiled and said: "Do you have a small pot or stove? Give me a few kilograms of mutton. I will cook the meat here tonight."
He was in a good mood and decided to comfort himself.
As soon as the waiter heard this, he immediately turned around and went to the inn's kitchen to organize some things. After all, there were not many guests as generous as Li Xiuyuan on weekdays.
"The Evil God"
With a wave of his hand, Li Xiuyuan began to prepare the hot pot ingredients.
It seems that the last time I had hot pot was on Luoxia Mountain. In the north where the spring rain is mixed with the chill, cooking a pot of mutton is just the right thing to ward off the cold.
He looked up at the foggy night sky and murmured to himself: "It's raining again. Is this June?"
Thinking that he was about to set off to the depths of the snow-capped mountains, he shook his head helplessly.
Looking at the man coming in with the brazier, he asked: "Brother, are there any good raincoats for sale in this town? Can you buy one for me? The kind that can protect against the spring rain."
"This is a simple matter. When will the guest leave? I will buy it for you tomorrow..." The boy looked at him and smiled.
"It will be tomorrow, I won't leave so soon."
Li Xiuyuan smiled and said, "I just thought that if you ride on a horse and get caught in the rain, it will not be a good thing after all."
After hearing this, the boy laughed and walked out of the yard.
Xin Dao thought that this guest really meant something. He was obviously a powerful monk, but he was afraid of the heavy spring rain.
He had never heard of monks being afraid of rain.
...
Spring rain is as precious as oil, which refers to the place south of Loulan.
There was a pot of charcoal fire under the eaves, and an iron pot was placed on the fire, with mutton cooking in the pot.
The strong aroma of meat mixed with the smell of spices and peppers passed through the drizzle over the small courtyard and spread around.
After opening a jar of bamboo leaf spirit wine, Li Xiuyuan poured himself a glass, held it in his hand and sent it to his relatives in the stars, and murmured: "I hope that my father, mother, sister, husband and wife will all be well..."
Thinking of Tang Qiuyu's little treasure, he thought that by the time he returned to Xinghua Valley, he would probably be a father.
As I thought about it, I couldn't help laughing.
Life is like a dream. The relatives and friends around me are just like passers-by. If you think about it carefully, they are even more passers-by than passers-by.
Passers-by still passed by their homes for a moment, but they were kicked out of the starry sky by their master at every turn.
Apart from his own master, it is impossible to even find his way home.
He picked up a piece of cooked mutton, blew gently, trembled his lips twice, and said, "I have spiced mutton and a hundred catties of fine wine? Why do I need to ask for it?"
He reached out and added two pieces of charcoal to the brazier, thinking that it would be great if the monk was still there.
The two of them had wine, meat and stories. In this spring rainy night, they would not sit alone looking at each other and sighing alone.
At this moment, the closed courtyard door banged again.
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said loudly: "Stop taking pictures when you are here. Why are you knocking on the door again..."
While shouting, he opened the wooden door of the yard, and then he was stunned.
I saw two teenagers, a boy and a girl, standing at the door. The boy was wearing yellow silk and satin, and the girl was wearing a goose-yellow skirt. I wonder if it was a foggy spring night, but the girl's face was red from the cold, and she looked very cute. .
"Who are you looking for?" Li Xiuyuan was stunned and asked in a daze.
"No...I'm sorry, my sister was attracted by the fragrance in your yard..." The young man seemed embarrassed to explain to Li Xiuyuan.
Li Xiuyuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "I'm eating... something, do you want to come in and join us?"
There were guests on a spring night, but they were attracted by the aroma of his hot pot. Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but feel proud secretly, and turned sideways to let the two of them enter the yard.
Then he shouted to the front yard: "Man, cut another pot of mutton over here.
Li Xiuyuan is not a person who can't bear loneliness, and he also doesn't care about being disturbed.
Just as he was thinking about leaving the monk, he was guarding a lone lamp and drinking a pot of mutton alone. Unexpectedly, the next moment someone who couldn't stand the temptation of the fragrance came to the door.
"Come, come, guest, wait a moment." The waiter's response came from the front yard.
"What kind of meat do you eat, and why do you know it's so fragrant?" the girl behind the boy asked softly.
Li Xiuyuan welcomed the two of them to the table outside the living room, looking at this person who was different from Murong Zhilan's playful and cute look, and also different from Yun Ziyi's mysterious veil with an impetuous heart.
There is a slight resemblance... It should be said that Ximen Yuyan is somewhat similar to the girl in front of her. If you want to find a word to describe it, it is a kind of quiet beauty.
After inviting the brother and sister to sit down, the waiter brought a pot of mutton, bowls, chopsticks, and wine glasses.
Li Xiuyuan poured the spirit wine for the two of them and said with a faint smile: "I'm worried about drinking wine alone... Come on, let's try the taste of my wine."
However, the young man did not pick up the wine glass in a hurry, but pointed to the quiet girl beside him and said: "This is my seventh sister, Yuwen Liuli, who is fifteen years old this year. I am his brother Yuwenjie, one year older than her."
When Li Xiuyuan heard this, he had no choice but to stand up and reply: "I am Shura, from Loulan City."
Yuwen Liuli, who was sitting and gently smelling the aroma of meat in the pot, smiled slightly: "We are from Phoenix City."
Li Xiuyuan looked at the two brothers and sister and said thoughtfully: "Yanqing glazed leaves, Fengya coral flowers... These names are very particular."
He laughed, picked up the cup and said with a smile: "It's better to meet by chance than to invite me. I will only drink three cups, you two are free to do as you like."
"The smoke is light and the glass leaves are fragrant, and the coral flowers are beautiful. What a poem. Sister, you have to write this sentence down." Yu Wenjie looked at his sister and laughed.
The brother and sister picked up the wine glass in front of them and sniffed it gently. Suddenly, their eyes lit up. Yu Wenjie drank up the spirit wine in the glass in one breath and laughed: "Good wine!"
Yuwen Liuli glared at her brother, took a brief sip, and then said with watery eyes: "It has the fragrance of bamboo leaves... Is this the newly brewed spiritual wine in spring?"
Li Xiuyuan picked up a piece of mutton, looked at the two of them and said with a smile: "Drink the spiritual wine made from my bamboo leaves, and try this mutton again..."
Yuwen Liuli looked at the boy in front of him who was younger than him, and there was something strange at the corner of his lips. He picked up a piece of mutton and put it into his mouth.
After just one bite, it was so spicy that I wanted to spit it out.
Li Xiuyuan smiled and said: "Bear it, after a while you will know what it feels like."
Yuwen Liuli nodded, gently covered his mouth with his little hand, and tried to bite it one bite at a time. A look of surprise gradually appeared on his face.
After finishing the meat in his mouth, he paused and smiled at Yujie: "Brother, hurry up and try it. It's so delicious. Liuli has never tried eating it this way."
Yu Wenjie nodded and smiled.
Then he said: "Is it that exaggerated?"
He reached out and picked up a piece of mutton, blew it gently, then stuffed it into his mouth, and then showed the same expression as Yuwen Liuli.
Then without saying anything, he picked up a few pieces one after another, put them into his mouth and chewed them loudly.
Then he took a sip of the spirit wine and said loudly: "Happy, this kind of bamboo leaf spirit wine, paired with this kind of mutton, it's really like a fairy..."
Li Xiuyuan looked at the two of them quietly and said calmly: "I have a friend who likes drinking. He just left yesterday and he hasn't eaten this meat yet..."
Thinking of Monk Buli's honest and honest appearance, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but sigh.
When Yu Wenjie heard this, he couldn't help but ask: "Where has your friend gone? Why did he abandon such a fine wine and leave you?"
Li Xiuyuan, who came back to his senses, laughed and replied: "He is a monk from Xuefeng Mountain. Due to various reasons, his senior brother took him back to his disciples..."
At this time, Li Xiuyuan was thinking that if that guy Yun Ziyi was still here, would he be like Yuwen Liuli in front of him, who was so hot that his face turned red and he was still screaming with pleasure.
Thinking of this, I thought to myself that if I wanted to make money, would opening a restaurant in Loulan City be the same as the Hongxiu Restaurant in Fengyun City?
"Brother, are you planning to go to Yinchuan City?"
Yu Wenjie, whose face was red from the heat, took another sip of spiritual wine, pointed at the wine in the glass and asked with a smile: "Did you make this wine from bamboo leaves? This is really good, I have never drunk it... ..."
Yuwen Liuli also nodded, but was so excited that he couldn't speak.
"Why are you going to Yinchuan City?" Li Xiuyuan poured spiritual wine for the two brothers and sisters, and then said: "Deep in the snow-capped mountains are Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, Meishan Mountain and Xuefeng Mountain. None of them is worse than Yinchuan City."
Li Xiuyuan, who was still hesitating between going and not going, saw that the two brothers and sisters in front of him were also heading to Yinchuan City, so he immediately made a decision to take a detour to Tag Snow Mountain.
A place with more people means a greater chance of encountering danger.
He has already formed a feud with Ouyang Xuan of the Snowfield Holy Land, not to mention the pursuit from the Loulan Wang family.
If the news accidentally leaks out again, he will face the pursuit of the killers of the Snowfield Holy Land again.
Yu Wenjie knew what Li Xiuyuan was thinking, so he frowned and said, "Can't this once-in-a-thousand-year expedition to the snow-capped mountain ruins attract you to Yinchuan City?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and considered his words for a long time before replying in a low voice: "I like quiet places. Are there too many people in Yinchuan City and are they too noisy? We might even run into trouble..."
"What trouble are you afraid of?" Yuwen Liuli glanced at Li Xiuyuan secretly and found that the young man's face was a little confused.
Then he continued: "You can come with us. With Fifth Brother here, no one in Yinchuan City will dare to bully you."
But Li Xiuyuan didn't think so.
After listening to the self-introductions of the two brothers and sisters, I knew that they came from the largest city in the Central Plains of Xuanwu Continent. It was estimated that they were at least disciples of a super family.
Maybe even Ouyang Chongming would have to buy the two brothers and sisters' favor. But in that case, wouldn't he become a debt of gratitude to the two brothers?
This was not the result he wanted. Just like the second form of Shenlong Sword Technique that he had not yet fully understood, what he needed was the freedom after cutting through the shackles.
Rather than finally breaking through one shackle, he turned around and put another, heavier cage on himself.
"Thank you both for your kindness." Li Xiuyuan smiled lightly and said, "I like freedom and quiet."
"You come with us and you don't dare to have anyone restrict your freedom?" Suddenly, Yuwen Liuli had an urge to reach out and take off the mask on the face of the young man in front of him.
In the Four Holy Lands and in the entire Xuanwu Continent, she had never met anyone who could refuse the sincere invitation of her brother and sister.
When she heard the word "freedom" come out of Li Xiuyuan's mouth, it would be as if someone suddenly gently plucked the strings on the piano stand that had not sounded for a long time in front of her.
What does that feel like? She suddenly felt confused.
