He stopped making wine and stopped forging swords. Even when he occasionally practiced swordplay in the wind, Li Xiuyuan just held a bamboo sword.
The old monk came back and laughed at him, saying that this was just a sign of eating and waiting to die.
Li Xiuyuan did not express any objection. In his opinion, his return to Tianshan Mountain may have fulfilled what he said in the Great Buddhist Temple at the foot of the mountain.
What I said to the old master monk: "Life is like a summer flower, living towards death."
Not long after the old monk appeared in the Tianshan Temple, he ascended and left this world, and everyone witnessed the current moment for him.
Fortunately, most of spring has passed and summer has not come yet.
Although the flowers on the apricot trees have turned into soil, the branches are covered with green apricots of different sizes.
Fortunately, the old Taoist priest threw him a piece of wood and a piece of unicorn tendon.
It gave him more time to work on while he was waiting to die. Making bows and arrows was easy for him, but the piano platform stumped him.
This three-foot-six-inch piano stand was not as easy to produce as he thought. The wood given to him by the old Taoist priest was very tough and denser than the previous ten thousand-year-old iron wood.
Therefore, he had to start making a wooden bow first. Although the old Taoist priest said that this bow would be used in the future, he did not say that it was not allowed to appear in this world.
Perhaps, when his wooden bow is born, he can help those guys down the mountain a little.
After two days, Mu Mu and Nangong Ruyu gradually got used to living here.
Because the old Taoist priest told them that if they want to reach the same height as Li Xiuyuan, one day they will also face this day.
Therefore, from the perspective of the two girls, their brother and master were just digging the road for them first.
So, before the summer solstice, the two women picked green apricots that were not full in the Apricot Blossom Valley and let them turn into soil early.
Nangong Ruyu didn't understand how to do this, but Mu Mu told her brother that farming was the same, and you had to know how to be willing.
Sitting under the eaves of the temple, Li Xiuyuan was no longer looking at the spring breeze.
He no longer cares about whether the Shura Sword hidden in the cold pool has completed its final transformation and whether it has absorbed the spiritual energy of Tianshan Mountain.
He only had a simple-looking wooden bow in his hand, and a pot of charcoal fire was lit on the ground. From time to time, he had to bake the wooden bow in his hand on the fire to ensure that he could make a normal wooden bow.
The old Taoist priest thought he was clumsy and couldn't stand it anymore. He finally waved his hand and helped him take out the guqin's embryo. The rest was left to him to slowly polish.
Looking at the drifting clouds in the sky, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but ask: "Master, when will Nalan Yu wake up?"
At this moment, a pair of small hands behind him silently served the freshly brewed spring tea to the master and apprentice.
But Nangong Ruyu, who had been picking spring apricots for a while, came back and made a pot of spiritual tea.
Nangong Ruyu looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar master in front of her, and felt as if she had returned to the distant Nangong family.
So, she looked at Li Xiuyuan and said, "Master, I want to visit the Nangong Family."
Li Xiuyuan didn't say anything, he just glanced at the old Taoist priest silently.
The old Taoist priest smiled: "You can come down the mountain with me in a few days. I just want to see the old monk."
Nangong Ruyu sighed and said, "We are leaving, what will Master do?"
The old Taoist priest sighed and said, "He has his own way, and you can't help him."
Nangong Ruyu thought for a while and said, "I can help the master make tea, boil water, cook, and grow vegetables."
The old Taoist priest thought for a moment, looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked, "What were you doing before we came here?"
Li Xiuyuan smiled lightly: "As Yu'er said, make tea, boil water, grow vegetables, and cook."
The old Taoist priest was stunned and blurted out: "Where is your sword? Don't you need to practice sword practice?"
Li Xiuyuan sighed and replied quietly: "The Shura Sword has been integrated into the Tianshan Mountains. My disciple, I can't swing the sword anymore. At most, I can only swing it a few times with the bamboo sword."
The old Taoist priest nodded, seeming to appreciate his precious disciple's choice.
Mu Mu, who walked up the cliff step by step, frowned slightly, looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked, "Brother, do you want to turn this Tianshan Mountain into a sword in your hand?"
Li Xiuyuan was happy when he heard this, put down the knife in his hand, looked at her and smiled: "Even if I want to, he won't."
After speaking, he reached out and pointed towards the sky.
Mu Mu nodded and continued to ask: "Brother is now using the bamboo sword to chop down the snow. How many snow flakes can he chop down?"
Li Xiuyuan was stunned, lowered his head and thought for a long time, then murmured to himself: "It seems to be one flower, or two, right?"
Nangong Ruyu, who was sitting aside, quit. She didn't expect that the master was so old that he could only chop off one or two snowflakes.
The second is to reach out and touch Li Xiuyuan's sleeve and say softly: "Master, if you are not strong enough, stop practicing the sword and wait until you leave Tianshan."
Even Mu Mu frowned slightly, but her thoughts were different from Nangong Ruyu's.
The old Taoist priest gently shook his head with sympathy.
If one's mind is under the heaven's will, even a disciple who is stronger than one's own will eventually be unable to do what he wants.
Li Xiuyuan looked at the two women and smiled and said, "You are wrong. I was just bored, so I just changed my method."
Nangong Ruyu was stunned and couldn't help but ask: "What kind of cultivation method has Master changed so that he won't even lose the strength to Zhan Xue?"
Just after saying this, Lian Mumu nodded.
Li Xiuyuan didn't take it seriously, but said softly: "Speaking of which, you can wait until it snows to try and see if you can cut through the snow with one sword."
This time, it was the old Taoist priest's turn to look at his disciple in stunned silence. Even he did not understand what Li Xiuyuan wanted to express.
Because the two girls in front of him on the street spent their free time in Xinghua Valley slashing snow with their swords.
Li Xiuyuan sighed: "You might as well try cutting it into three or four petals with one sword..."
With a bang, this was the first time that the aging Li Xiuyuan sounded a thunder above the three of them.
Even the old Taoist priest who has practiced for countless years has never thought of cutting a snowflake into three or four petals.
Watching, watching, the old Taoist priest's eyes were filled with pity and a little more approval.
Between heaven and earth, only monks like Li Xiuyuan who have been making progress for a long time are qualified to become his disciples.
"Is it difficult?" Nangong Ruyu frowned slightly.
"Brother, do you want to give Mu Mu a try?" Mu Mu asked reluctantly.
Li Xiuyuan shook his head, looked at the two women and laughed: "If you two try it yourself, it will be much harder than cutting a pine needle into three pieces with one sword."
After thinking for a while, he looked at the old Taoist priest and said, "My disciple is incompetent. So far, he has only managed to learn how to cut a snowflake into four petals. As for the three-petal technique, he will probably have to practice hard for many years."
The old Taoist priest stroked his beard and laughed: "Snowflakes are so weak. Your ability to chop them into four petals is already a legend in the world."
Mu Mu stretched out her delicate little hand and made some gestures in the air, and finally shook her head, saying that this was an incredible thing.
Nangong Ruyugang rehearsed it countless times silently in his mind, and finally shouted like Mu Mu: "Master is so bad, he tried his best to torture us."
Li Xiuyuan's answer was simple: "You don't have to worry about it. It's not necessary to practice."
"Besides practicing swordsmanship, there are many other things you can do."
Li Xiuyuan said quietly: "My master is here. He has enough skills for you to learn for a lifetime. There is no need to be like me."
From Li Yuan's point of view, he simply thought of changing his training method when Zhan Xue had reached a certain level of cultivation and there was no longer any challenge for him.
And he didn't want his relatives or the two women in front of him to practice.
Just like when he didn't have the cultivation method in Phoenix Valley, it made sense for Nangong Ruyu to worship Song Tianyu as his teacher.
When it comes to teaching people, like my husband, I am not an excellent teacher.
Mu Mu looked at him and said, "Brother, did you chop off an extra flower last year?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said softly: "I'm afraid that for many years to come, I won't be able to count how many snowflakes I can kill with one sword."
Mu Mu refused to let him go and asked quietly, "I want to know why?"
Li Xiuyuan smiled lightly and said: "If you just chop off three or two snowflakes, it doesn't mean much to me."
Nangong Ruyu sighed: "Master wants to pursue a higher realm. I seem to understand."
Mu Mu glared at her and said, "Brother, this is a ghost. This is obviously impossible."
Li Xiuyuan shook his head, looked at the two of them and said, "Mumu, please accompany Yu'er to the Nangong Family in a few days. Master will also go down the mountain to see the old monk."
"Who is the old monk? Where is he? Why hasn't Mu Mu heard of it?" Mu Mu looked at his eyes shining.
"The old monk is the master of my disciple Mingzhu. He built a temple in the back of a small town on the Fuchun River... I also have a shop there..."
Li Xiuyuan looked at Mu Mu and smiled: "I said back then that if I had free time in the future, I would go to live in a small town for a few years and live a life of fireworks and life in the world."
Mu Mu nodded thoughtfully: "It seems that my brother has been to many places in the five regions over the years."
"That's not true. There are still many places I want to go that I haven't been able to go to..."
Li Xiuyuan thought about how after Yeluqi's death, he was only in a hurry on the grassland and didn't have time to appreciate it carefully.
Not to mention the islands in the North Sea and South China Sea.
Even the Tianshan Sword Sect, he was unable to visit again. Thinking about it, his original itinerary became messy due to Wu Xin and the civil strife in the dynasty.
The old Taoist priest shook his head and said quietly: "The old monk is your senior. He has some fate with me as a disciple, otherwise he would not come here."
With a wave of his hand, the old Taoist priest rushed the two women to make a fire and cook, and he also went for a walk in the spiritual field opened by Li Xiuyuan, holding his hands behind his back.
Cultivation is not easy, so he has to leave time for his disciples to polish the wooden bows and piano stands.
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Due to the remoteness of Southern Xinjiang, there are not many temples, let alone Nanyun City, a military powerhouse.
At most every spring and summer, the southern geese flying north pass through Nanyun City, circling here for several days, and the shadows of the geese are spectacular.
As a result, even Monk Minghui could only live in Hu Ge's small courtyard, which would provide peace of mind and prevent another assassination from happening again.
A great monk came to Nanyun City, but it did not cause any disturbance in the city, because when the Nanhai killer's den was besieged, Minghui, who was in the cave heaven realm, had no blood on his hands.
Later, Ouyang Dongli was ignored in many cases.
It took three days for Yang Kaiyi, Yelu Mingzhu and others, as well as the defenders of Nanyun City, to thoroughly search the city.
Finally, after some discussion with Ouyang Dongli, the monks who were in the Tribulation Realm were temporarily invited to stay in Tianfeng City temporarily, saying that they would come back after the war was over.
Ouyang Dongli concluded: "Even if they are not the killers of Feixian Island in the South China Sea, it is not a bad thing to take precautions before they happen."
Minghui didn't even raise her head and replied calmly: "The battle is going on ahead. I wonder when the general will wake up?"
Sitting aside, Hua Luoyu pinched the corner of her skirt and thought for a long time, but couldn't think of a good solution. After all, the most powerful guy was still on top of Tianshan Mountain.
Just when he was distressed, Nalan Ming walked into the living room with all his might, looked at Hua Luoyu and said with a smile: "Auntie, my dad is awake."
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