After working hard for two hours in the wind and snow, Li Xiuyuan brought back a bamboo basket of joy.
Instead of going to the main hall to see the saint, he returned to the wooden house and carefully cleaned up the petals he picked.
Thinking of the spring day in Lantian Town under the Tag Snow Mountain, he used the peach blossom petals that fell under the tree to rub a thick layer of ink, and decided to try the winter plum on the Meishan Mountain.
The spring breeze has not yet arrived, and it is the season when the winter plum blossoms are in full bloom.
Fu Li and Yun Ziyi have already prepared all the necessary items for wine making.
He was free to enjoy the winter scenery of Ichibanmei Mountain.
Sitting alone in front of the window, I crushed the selected petals into puree, squeezed out a plate of thick flower juice, mixed it with the resulting pine ink, and slowly ground it.
He took out a blank scripture scroll and placed it on the table, smelling the strong fragrance of flowers, and dropped a drop of ink on it.
The Buddhist scriptures copied by Winter Plum Blossoms were naturally given to the owner of Meishan.
After just copying two lines, the night fog gradually began to rise, and he had to light the oil lamp on the table.
Think about it carefully, whether it was Tianshan or Fangcun Mountain, when copying scriptures under the lamp, Mumu would lie quietly in front of her and fall into a dream.
Although he didn't buy tea and cut candles for himself, he has been by his side since he was on the Tianshan Mountain.
Until I went to an unknown place, until I transformed into a phoenix and flew away on the wind.
Holding the pen and stretching it towards the inkstone, I murmured in my heart: "How many flowers have fallen in my dreams..."
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Thinking that the spiritual tea would not use many plum blossoms, Li Xiuyuan got up early and took a walk in the Tianshan Mountains, silently taking out his purple bamboo sword.
Since he mastered the second form of Shenlong Sword Technique at the foot of Jade Dragon Snow Mountain last year and cut off the flow with one sword, he rarely practices sword practice anymore.
First, there were constant killings and robberies on the road. Later, after arriving in the prehistoric times, due to lack of vitality, I felt sleepy every day.
Later, some vitality was restored, but more troubles were encountered.
Looking back on the past, I have been on the road of fighting for my life along the way.
There is snow in Meishan and the petals leaving the branches fly to the young man who is like a plum tree with the snowflakes all over the sky.
However, Li Xiuyuan stood like a plum tree, and the bamboo sword in his hand seemed to have turned into a plum branch, standing quietly in the wind and snow, motionless.
Occasionally, a few snowflakes and plum blossoms fell off, and they trembled slightly like the wind blowing through the branches.
Gradually, the snowflakes falling from the sky fell on the bamboo sword and also on his black shirt.
He was piled into a snowman. The bamboo sword, which looked like a plum branch, was getting heavier and heavier, swaying gently in the wind, and seemed to be about to break in the next moment.
Yun Tianhong, who was sitting quietly in the main hall, couldn't help but frown. Even she didn't understand the intention of the young man in the snow?
Is this meditative? Still asleep?
In her opinion, unless you want to catch the birds on the branches, you will stand like a tree...
At present, Meishan is covered with snow, and even birds have hid in it early.
Looking up, where are the birds coming out to look for food?
Yun Ziyi was stunned when she saw her master's expression, and used her spiritual consciousness to explore the snow on the mountain behind the hall. After a while, she softly screamed.
He looked at Yun Tianhong and said, "Is he crazy? He is holding a bamboo sword in the snow and ice. Are you trying to trick the birds into pecking him? Hehe, I didn't expect that little thieves can also have fun."
Yun Tianhong withdrew his consciousness and looked at Yun Ziyi who looked surprised, but didn't know how to comment on the young man's behavior.
However, not long after, Yun Ziyi exclaimed: "Master, that guy is practicing his sword in the snow."
In the snow, Li Xiuyuan tried to imagine the feather-light snowflakes as a cold mountain pressing down on him.
Then use the power of a cold mountain to chop off the quietly falling snowflakes in the wind.
It wasn't until a thick layer of snow piled up on the bamboo sword that it was like pushing a mountain to fill the sea, and struck out a sword that was as light as heavy and inconspicuous in Yun Ziyi's eyes.
Yun Ziyi in the main hall was stunned and speechless, because in her opinion, the boy in the snow was no different from a playful boy.
In the wind and snow, Li Xiuyuan looked at the bamboo sword in his hand and was speechless.
From Tianshan Mountain to Meishan Mountain, I don’t know how many thousands of miles I have walked, how many heavens I have crossed, and how many black holes in time and space I have passed through.
I don’t even know how many springs, summers, autumns and winters he practiced hard in the wind and snow.
The moment his sword came out, the flying snow on the bamboo sword disappeared with the cold wind.
The mountain-like sword slashed out without a trace of fire energy, and only an invisible sword energy cut through the snow mist in front of him.
He lowered his head and stared blankly at the snowflakes on the bamboo sword, counting them silently, with a lingering loneliness in his eyes.
He was in a foreign land, on top of Meishan Mountain, in the wind and snow.
Cut off nineteen snowflakes with one sword.
...
Yun Tianhong looked at his disciple's dazed look, shook his head and said, "I have nothing to do. I'll play a piece of music in purple clothes and let the young man calm down."
After just a moment of hesitation, Yun Ziyi walked to the side of the piano table and sat down, gently lifting the blanket covering the guqin.
Yun Tianhong thought for a while and said quietly: "It's a bit dull today, let's play something lighter..."
In fact, what she wanted to say was that the boy in the snow was too bored.
Without being invited by his own master, this guy actually trapped himself in the wooden house and exiled himself in the mountains and forests.
Yun Ziyi took out a silk scarf and gently wiped the strings, then stroked the strings with both hands and tuned a tune that she liked.
He nodded and smiled with the master holding a cup of spiritual tea.
"Ding dong!" A soft chant echoed in the hall, flying towards the wind and snow outside the window.
Li Xiuyuan looked down at the bamboo sword in his hand and felt a little tired.
In order to turn the snow and wind on this mountain into a big mountain, a lot of effort was spent.
I have long forgotten that I stood in the wind and snow for several hours.
Take out a hand towel and gently wipe the snow stains on the bamboo sword.
He couldn't help but sigh: "The power of the sword has been completed, and the next step is to integrate the power of yin and yang, the sword energy of water and fire..."
He smiled faintly, put away his bamboo sword, and walked towards the wooden house where he was staying temporarily.
Before he stepped into the wooden house, there was a tinkling sound in the cold wind, and then there was a faint sound of a piano flowing in the wind.
On this winter day when the sky was full of wind, snow and clouds, it made his eyes bright.
He murmured to himself: "Sitting alone in the dark bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly... Holding the sword to cut through the wind and snow, the bright moon will shine on me."
Yun Tianhong, who was sitting quietly in the main hall, was stunned.
He murmured softly: "Holding a sword to cut through the wind and snow, the bright moon will shine upon you? What a man holding a sword to cut through the wind and snow, so you are not a fool, are you cutting the snow?"
After returning to the wooden house and sitting down by the window, Li Xiuyuan took a sip of the cold spiritual tea.
He shook his head and said, "It's Zhanxue, not Zhanxue."
The sound of the piano in the main hall was gentle, like the spring breeze blowing on Yun Tianhong's body, making her feel lazy.
Leaning on the chair, he asked softly: "What does it mean to be yes and no? Isn't this a contradiction?"
Putting down the cold tea cup in his hand, Li Xiuyuan quietly took out the iron piano, placed it on the table in front of the window, took out a handkerchief and wiped it carefully.
He murmured to himself: "Normally, when cutting snow, the sword should be light and agile, as fast as lightning, but my sword is as heavy as a mountain, cutting snow with a mountain..."
Yun Ziyi's Qin Tao was taught by Yun Tianhong. The seasonal rhythm of snow and fog in this place can make people clear their mind and the moonlight, and have the effect of calming the mind and helping them sleep.
Unexpectedly, the young man didn't react at all after hearing this, just like a passerby passing by on the street and turning a blind eye to the person playing the piano and performing the art.
There was no intention of stopping or listening.
Little did they know that after Li Xiuyuan crossed the Tongtian River with Monk Buli, he heard the sound of Yun Ziyi's piano on the roadside.
It was because of this clean sound that Li Xiuyuan let go of the unreasonable Yun Ziyi.
Otherwise, with his temper on the ferry, he would have been killed with one sword.
Yun Tianhong was stunned and said softly: "Using mountains to cut snow, what kind of artistic conception would that be?"
Li Xiuyuan in the wooden house laughed lightly, thinking that this was the sword intention that he had unintentionally realized.
But I couldn't find the simplest words to describe, how do you want me to reply to you?
After thinking for a long time, he found a similar sentence and said softly: "It should be regarded as a kind of heavy lifting, right?"
Yun Tianhong was stunned for a moment, thinking that he could use the mountain to cut the snow. What kind of sword intention was this?
It seems that I will have to discuss this principle carefully when I meet the old monk another day.
After all, along the way, she has been practicing swordsmanship that is as fast as lightning and indestructible.
Therefore, the requirements for his disciples are also to practice according to this requirement, so Yun Ziyi and others only know how to defeat their opponents.
We must be faster, more ruthless, and more ruthless towards our enemies.
Until today, in the wind and snow, the master and the apprentice saw the young man who had stood like a snowman in the wind like a fool, and it took him a long time to slash out a sword.
And the young man actually gave her a sentence that made it easier for her to take things lightly than to take things seriously.
At this time, Yun Ziyi had already been immersed in her own artistic conception. She felt that the wind and snow in the sky were gradually melting away. The spring breeze blew through the night, and the Meishan Mountain was full of vibrant green.
The cheerful sound of the piano flowed into Li Xiuyuan's wooden house like gurgling water in the mountains.
After not playing the harp for a long time, he suddenly remembered the unplayed harp music in the Yin-Yang Stone Tablet on the Tianshan Mountains.
That piece of music, like a Buddhist scripture, was deeply imprinted in my soul.
Requiem.
Different from the "Looking at the Spring Breeze" that Ouyang Xuan gave him, before the first note of this "Quiet" was struck, a heavy and sad meaning rose in his heart.
So much so that the ten fingers of his hands seemed to be holding ten different spiritual swords. Amidst the warm and bright spring breeze blowing in the wind, he seemed to be slashing hard at the strings in front of him.
The sound of "Cang!" sounded on the strings like a sword that cuts through the spring wind, time and space, and the soul.
It turned into the most unpleasant sword energy and spread towards the palace where the cold wind was whimpering.
Yun Tianhong, who was holding a cup of spiritual tea and indulging in the spring breeze, was awakened by the sudden sound of the piano.
Before she could recover, another even more unpleasant sound, like the sound of a rusty iron sword striking an iron plate, sounded in his ears.
In an instant, her pool of spring water was disturbed.
Even Yun Ziyi, who was sitting in front of the piano table, playing with the spring breeze with her delicate hands, couldn't help but open her eyes.
He looked at her blankly and asked: "Master, is this senior sister practicing sword practice?"
Yun Tianhong looked at her, shook his head, and said softly: "It's not the sword practice, it's Li Xiuyuan playing the piano in the room."
Li Xiuyuan, who was sitting alone in front of the wooden house window, seemed to have stepped into his own artistic conception.
On a quiet street late at night, there was an old man in black shirt, walking slowly forward with his hands behind his back and stepping on the fallen leaves on the ground.
The grace cannot be said to be unrestrained, but it gives people a dignified feeling.
He was even solemn and out of breath.
Even if there is no cold wind blowing, it still gives people a strong chill, as if they are in an ice pool, or in a night-like wind and snow.
In a desperate situation, there is no light in sight.
In the alley not far in front of the old man, dim lights lit up, like a beacon for desperate night walkers.
The young man playing the piano could not find the tune of "Quiet" no matter what.
Just like when he deliberately slowed down the "Looking at the Spring Breeze" given to him by Ouyang Xuan by half a beat that day on the high platform of Tianyun Mountain.
Even more messy and unorganized than that day.
Just as Yun Tianhong felt right now, Li Xiuyuan, who was sitting quietly in front of the window playing the piano, felt like he was slashing the rusty iron door with a rusty iron sword, making an unpleasant sound.
Looking at Yun Ziyi who stopped playing the piano, Yun Tianhong frowned slightly.
I couldn't help but say: "Are you playing the piano, or are you cutting the snow with a mountain?"
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