That night, the four masters and apprentices drank two jars of wine, and Li Xiuyuan played the piano three times until Haishi.
Xiaobai and Xiaohei, who were drunk and unconscious, were carried into the house to rest by Li Xiuyuan.
Long Qingfeng, who was half drunk, also entered the depths of the hall. He made an appointment with Li Xiuyuan to have breakfast tomorrow, and then went to take a look at the Hualong Pond.
After all, this is his precious disciple's concern.
Sitting alone in the main hall, Li Xiuyuan felt a deep sense of reluctance, just like he did in Loulan Apricot Garden.
He finally met Ping'an and Wang Qiang in Xuanwu Continent. Later, he became a disciple of Meng Shentong and was accepted as a disciple by the Jade Lord Nalan Ruoyu.
So much so that he got acquainted with the female saint Yun Tianhong and the old monk deep in the snow-capped mountains.
I wonder if Monk Buli and Yuwen Liuli realized what it means to be a mortal by the Tongtian River?
Did your master get the secret of becoming a saint from the master of Meishan?
Before he could figure it out, he was kicked by the old Taoist priest to the Shenlong Continent.
By some mistake, he followed Xiao Hei to the River Styx, where the gods are buried, and sleepwalked for thousands of years.
Time has no end. He tried it before when he transformed into Po Meng on the Wangchuan Bridge.
However, even though he had been experiencing wind and rain for hundreds of years on the Wangchuan Bridge, he still did not feel what it means that time has no end.
Only this time, in the divine ship above the River Styx, he actually lost his mortal body.
It took a thousand years to be reborn with the help of the sacred water of the Styx and the seeds of Qinglian.
This time is not the rebirth of the Phoenix Nirvana before, but even the Phoenix Nirvana also has the annual rings of life and the six paths of reincarnation that cannot be washed away.
The thousand years on the River Styx not only reunited his physical body, but Qiu also washed away thousands of years of reincarnation and countless mortal growth rings.
Before he could figure it out, he and Xiao Hei took the divine spring and the divine stone and flew to the Divine Dragon Valley while lying in the three coffins.
I met the master and Xiaobai whom I longed for... in a hurry, too hastily.
Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but take back his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and spread out the pale yellow Hu Xuan on the long table.
The remaining spiritual wine in the cup dripped into the inkstone.
The wrist holding the wolf hair was gently turned, and the ink fell onto the paper like flowing clouds and flowing water.
...It's too hurried, but the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening.
Shenlong's tears make us drunk, how long will it last? Naturally, life grows and hates water.
Putting the pen and inkstone on the table, he drank the remaining half glass of spirit wine in one gulp.
The long night has passed, will I face the great elder of Shenlong Valley tomorrow at the Hualong Pond?
Could that frightening old man in the legend smell the scent of Long Taiping in him?
Revenge is like the weeds under Tagge Snow Mountain. As long as the spring breeze blows, it will grow crazily.
Only by killing your opponent or being killed by your own enemy can you gain true relief.
Long Yu, the great elder in Shenlong Valley, can’t wait!
Li Xiuyuan, a mortal with no cultivation, can't wait any longer!
After finishing the incident in Shenlong Valley, he went back to see those guys and see if that guy Chu Feng had married the princess of Silver Moon Kingdom.
Look, that idiot Hua Tianyu has found that tigress Chu Feiyan as his wife?
Look at the childhood sweetheart by chance, look at Ximen Xiaoyu, look at his little apprentice... the Ximen Mengdie who was obsessed with butterflies in Zhuang Shengxiao's dream.
Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but push open the back door of the hall and stared at the stars in the sky, speechless.
The wind stops and the snow stops.
The seven stars in the sky quietly shine on the earth, and also on themselves.
Empty all your thoughts and try to let your soul fly to the sky, to the bright and twinkling shaking star in the vast sea of stars.
This time the shaking star did not fly away, but was watching him silently.
Just like the eyes of the female saint Yun Tianhong of Meishan, she looked quietly at the body in front of her that had shed its mortal body and washed away the starry body that had been reincarnated for thousands of years. Li Xiuyuan felt that his chest was quietly shining with bright starlight, and there was a faint starlight flowing among the limbs.
Looking at the starry sky in front of me, I couldn't help but murmur softly: "Is this the body of the stars?"
…
While Li Xiuyuan was still struggling with what was the mortal body, the immortal body, and the star body, the long night had passed quietly.
The stars faded, snowflakes began to fall in the sky, and the cold wind came again.
What he didn't understand was that starting from the Bamboo Peak of Tianyun Mountain, on a snowy winter day, the sky would be full of stars from time to time, as bright as a summer night.
The old Taoist priest didn't tell him why, and he never asked the master.
Xiaobai and Xiaohei cooked a pot of porridge, but failed to wait until they were hungover.
Long Qingfeng, who got up early, had breakfast quietly accompanied by his eldest disciple, and the master and disciple drank two more cups of spiritual tea.
After closing the heavy door, the master and apprentice walked out of the valley.
At the moment he turned back, Li Xiuyuan saw clearly for the first time the words on the master's hall: "Fantasy Hall."
"Fanchen Palace?" Li Xiuyuan whispered: "Is it the stars falling into the mortal world? Or is the dragon resting on the shoal?"
Looking at Long Qingyun, whose white hair gradually turned black, Li Xiuyuan asked quietly, thinking in his heart that the divine spring was indeed magical.
He and Xiao Hei are both reborn bodies, so naturally they cannot feel the magic of the divine spring.
Only that idiot Xiao Hei drank a lot from the divine spring until he couldn't drink any more.
Long Qingfeng looked at the falling snowflakes in the sky and said calmly: "The mortal world is the mortal world. Only compete with heaven and not with others. This is the principle of practicing as a teacher."
"Only contend with heaven and not with humans?"
Li Xiuyuan replied thoughtfully: "Master, are you fighting for your way to heaven instead of competing for power with others?"
Long Qingfeng nodded, looked at him and said seriously: "Even if I compete for the Valley Master of the Divine Dragon Valley, in the end it will still be nothing more than a handful of loess? Does it mean that if I become the Valley Master, I don't have to practice hard?"
Li Xiuyuan nodded, then shook his head.
Thinking about the collections I was looking at in my husband's bookshelf, and thinking about some interactions with the owner of Meishan and the old monk, I couldn't help but sigh.
What is the heart of a saint?
Could it be that someone hiding in the mountains is a saint? If you can't realize the heavenly mind, and the water in the world below is deep and hot, how can you be a saint?
It was on this snowy winter morning, during a casual conversation between him and the old man.
Let the young man who has been washed away from the thousand years of reincarnation seriously think about the question of what a saint is for the first time.
Before this, he always thought that saints were too far away from him, even though in the end he sat in front of Yun Tianhong and made tea and discussed Taoism with the old monk who was a holy monk.
He had never asked these two saints for advice on such a profound question.
It wasn't until this moment that he remembered what it meant to be a saint? Is it possible to be a saint by being alone, living in seclusion, and not hearing about the world's affairs?
Is it a saint to roam the nine heavens like an old Taoist priest and never interfere in the chaos of Mount Sumeru?
It is still like what Mr. Wang said in his books: if you live high in a temple, you will worry about the people; if you live far away from the rivers and lakes, you will worry about the king.
Is that kind of sentiment that does not take pleasure in things and does not take sorrow in oneself the true saint?
The old Taoist priest has not yet started the way of sainthood for his youngest disciple. On a winter morning, Li Xiuyuan, walking in the wind and snow, has already begun his own enlightenment as a saint.
Long Qingfeng, who was walking in the wind and snow, didn't know that his precious disciple was enlightening the way of a saint.
Above the nine heavens, the old Taoist priest making tea under a pear tree in a high mountain somewhere also had no idea that his disciple was already comprehending his own way of becoming a saint.
Every saint has his own way of being a saint.
Similarly, the old Taoist priest did not want to point out the path to sainthood for his disciples. He and the old monk hoped that Li Xiuyuan would find his own path.
A journey through nine heavens and ten earths, a saint's path that is different from other people's. However, neither the old Taoist priest nor the old monk expected that Li Xiuyuan would start seriously thinking about what a saint is at such a young age.
There is a sequence for hearing the Tao, but there is no fixed time for realizing the Tao.
Li Xiuyuan, who was reborn in Qinglian, was as clean as a piece of white paper, without a trace of murderous intent, and his hands were not stained with a drop of worldly blood.
It was such a clean and transparent state of mind that gave him the opportunity to think of the way of a saint.
Looking at the windy and snowy Shenlong Valley, Li Xiuyuan took a deep breath and said quietly: "Master, this disciple is going to die today."
…
Long Qingfeng led Li Xiuyuan through the wind and snow to a valley filled with wind and snow.
The master and apprentice walked around several stone houses and came to a high platform.
Pointing to a pool in front that was covered by a stone wall and filled with white mist, Long Qingfeng looked at Li Xiuyuan and said, "This is the Hualong Pool of Shenlong Valley."
Looking at the inconspicuous Hualong Pond in front of him, Li Xiuyuan thought of Wolong Mountain outside Ding'an City in the wild that year.
Thinking of Hualongchi who was absorbed by him, Xiaobai, and Xiaohei, he looked confused for a moment.
He was stunned and speechless.
The old man continued: "In addition to the treasures of heaven and earth accumulated over thousands of years, this is also due to the dragon veins in the Divine Dragon Valley and the divine spring poured into it before the valley owner left..."
"I've been looking forward to it for so many years, but Xiao Hei and I no longer need it."
Squatting beside the pond, Li Xiuyuan gently poured a handful of water from the Hualong Pond.
Looking at the old man behind him, he murmured: "All expectations are just a passing cloud."
The old man nodded, looked at the hazy sky, and said quietly: "Go and think about it. Get rid of all your thoughts here today."
At this time, the Hualong Pond and the gray sky blended into one color, giving Li Xiuyuan the illusion that he had returned to Wolong Mountain outside Ding'an City.
The same Hualong Pond, but the difference is that there are several elders stationed here in the Hualong Pond in Shenlong Valley.
Without the consent of the great elder, no one can enter the pool to refine the dragon's body.
Today, Long Qingfeng just told the elder guarding him to come and visit, otherwise no one else would be allowed to enter.
Seeing Li Xiuyuan's confused look, Long Qingfeng sighed.
Said: "The Hualong Pond here is only open to the disciples of the clan for one day every day on the summer solstice."
"Why?"
Li Xiuyuan quietly looked at the Hualong Pond in front of him, sprinkled the water in his hand, then raised his head, looked at his master, and asked in confusion.
Long Qingfeng said slowly: "Because the summer solstice is full of yang energy and the temperature is not too hot, the time and place are suitable for entering the pond to experience dragon transformation."
Li Xiuyuan nodded, thinking that maybe it was only on the summer solstice that the dragon energy in the dragon's veins would rise to the pool on the ground, right?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh quietly and asked: "I don't know when Xiaobai will be able to practice to the eighth level of the divine dragon body, and then enter here to complete the ninth level of practice."
After hearing these words, Long Qingfeng slowly turned around, shook his head gently, and said, "Maybe he can't wait any longer."
Having said this, the old man couldn't help but let out a long sigh. Xindao waited for Li Xiuyuan and Xiao Hei to leave, maybe he should take Xiao Bai to Shenlong Island.
Li Xiuyuan was startled when he heard this and couldn't help but lower his head, thinking about when he, Xiao Hei and the old Taoist priest would come and take him away.
"Master, if nothing happens, please take Xiaobai and leave here."
After thinking for a while, Li Xiuyuan said softly: "You and Xiaobai need a quiet place to complete his final training."
Long Qingfeng shook his head and looked somewhere expressionlessly.
"If others don't know, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave the Dragon Valley."
At this moment, a cold voice came from behind the two of them...
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