Deep in the snowy mountains, because of Li Xiuyuan's arrival, it was rare to have a night full of stars and a snowy moon.
That night, both the disciples on Meishan Mountain and the monks in Yinchuan City couldn't help but come out to admire the moon.
One night the sky was filled with stars, and the other night there were whispers.
When Li Xiuyuan was sitting quietly in the main hall boiling a pot of snow water, the old monk from Xuefeng Mountain had turned into a breeze and sat quietly in front of him.
The old monk smiled lightly and asked, "Tell me, what did you see last night?"
The snowman was motionless and stood on the vast snowy field for most of the night. Lao Shang believed that Li Xiuyuan could not be asleep.
Li Xiuyuan stood up, clasped his hands and saluted, and replied: "I have seen the holy monk. The junior came in a hurry, but there was no gift to offer. Wan Wang Haihan."
"As for what happened yesterday... I didn't learn Senior Yun's sword-controlling technique. Instead, I accidentally realized the Starlight Sword. That is also the sword technique that I will practice one day in the future."
Li Xiuyuan replied while pouring the spirit tea into the pot.
The old monk nodded and said, "If you can learn the swordsmanship of the female saint in one day, then you will scare me."
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and asked: "Senior Yun used his spiritual consciousness to control the sword and cut through the cedars in the mountains several miles away. Is this the power of Buddhist telepathy or the power of spiritual consciousness of us cultivators?"
The old monk thought for a while and replied: "Both statements are correct, but not entirely true."
"The correct statement should be the power of the combination of two forces. If you have studied Buddhism, you should know how much power space there is between one thought."
"If you combine the power of this thought with your powerful spiritual power, and use your thoughts to control the spiritual sword in your hand, you can do what you can do like shooting an arrow..."
"Can you understand what I say?"
The old monk showed mercy and continued to ask: "You should have something else to ask me, right?"
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and analyzed seriously: "Senior Yun has not cultivated Buddhism. I'm afraid he has never thought about the power of one thought to arise and one thought to destroy. This junior seems to have some understanding."
"The junior encountered some troubles, but they came from Buddhism. I couldn't get the result after a lot of trouble, so I wanted to ask the senior for advice."
After spending a while, Li Xiuyuan told the story that happened on the Snow Mountain of Datang, inside and outside the wooden house where he lived, and the incident of the monk practicing Buddhism at the foot of the mountain.
Then he asked quietly: "I told the Bodhisattva that if the intention is not correct, it is okay for the Buddha not to practice."
The old monk was speechless for a moment.
After a while, he sighed and said: "As a matter of fact, if someone wants to occupy my snowy mountain to cultivate Buddhism at this time, what do you think I should do?"
Nodding, Li Xiuyuan smiled lightly.
Hehe smiled and said: "I seem to understand a little bit. It seems that I did not do anything wrong. After all, I was there when the wooden house came from Da Qin."
Lao Shang gently knocked on the table and said, "It's time to make tea and entertain the guests."
Before Li Xiuyuan could reply, a cold fragrance floated in the hall, but it was the female saint who heard the sound and came.
Putting the freshly made pastries on the table, Yun Tianhong smiled: "Senior brother, it's too early for you. What time is it?"
The old monk smiled and said, "I'm afraid this little guy will disappear suddenly."
While Li Xiuyuan served the two saints with spiritual tea, he laughed at himself: "In the eyes of the monks at the foot of the mountain, this junior is the devil who is entrenched in the middle of the mountain and refuses to give an inch."
Yun Tianhong couldn't help laughing when he heard the words: "If you are afraid of being scolded, just return to Xuanwu Continent and become my and senior brother's disciples. We will give you two snow-capped mountains."
"No, I'm not that greedy."
Li Xiuyuan smiled lightly and said: "I thought about it all night yesterday, but I still didn't understand how to practice how my predecessor turned the snowflakes into swords."
Yun Tianhong looked at him and sighed and said, "I've told you the truth. As for how to practice, it's your own business."
The old monk also said: "You can even cut out the starlight with one sword, how can you be stumped by a snowflake?"
At this time, even Li Xiuyuan was stunned and speechless.
He quietly drank three courses of spiritual tea with the two of them, and gave the two saints the spiritual tea and wine they requested.
He also gave the items given to Monk Buli, Yuwen Liuli, and the two masters of Tianyun Holy Land to Yun Tianhong.
After thinking for a while, he said to Yun Tianhong: "This junior has to go to the snowfield to gain some more insights while he is still here."
Yun Tianhong waved his hand: "Go ahead, I also want to see how much enlightenment you can achieve?"
Looking at the young man walking towards the snowfield in the back mountain, the old monk smiled and said, "With this spiritual tea, spiritual wine, those little kids, and my disciple, we should be able to break through to another level, right?"
"Oh, I actually forgot about this."
Yun Tianhong smiled and said: "Zi Yi and the boy from the Ouyang family went to Yinchuan City. They may not be able to meet Li Xiuyuan this time. The two guys by the Tongtian River may not be able to come back until spring."
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Above the snowfield, the scope of the pressure was constantly shrinking, from dozens of feet to less than seven feet, and more and more snowflakes were carried in the cold wind.
Li Xiuyuan, who was concentrating, saw the snowflake in the abyss under the snowfield, intentionally or unintentionally.
However, this time he didn't dare to look more.
Because he was afraid that the female saint sitting in the palace would strike at him with a sword in the snow.
As the night passed, Li Xiuyuan, who was bathed in the starlight, felt that the speed of his sword draw was much faster.
The snowflakes that turned into sharp swords and the biting cold wind in the wind also moved a little faster.
There is no doubt that the wind and snow in this world are getting stronger and stronger, giving Li Xiuyuan no chance to breathe.
He even had an illusion that this was obviously a small snowfield on the top of Meishan Mountain, but in an instant it turned into a place more terrifying than the Wind Valley in the Asura Heaven Realm.
The snow all over the sky turned into a force in the wind at this moment, attacking Li Xiuyuan mercilessly!
It was when he drew his sword like lightning that his hands, face, and whole body were struck by countless sharp swords, which made him feel powerless.
At this moment, he was the most pitiful ant in this small world.
The sound of sword swinging sounded in the wind: "Chong!"
Then came the sound of "ding ding!!!" like rain hitting banana trees.
Yun Tianhong's voice came from the wind: "Is it possible that you have never practiced a sword in a storm before?"
While Li Xiuyuan drew his sword like lightning, he smiled bitterly and said: "At that time, I just thought about how much stronger I was than that storm, and I could use my body to defeat it!"
"How stupid!"
Yun Tianhong looked at the old monk and replied with an angry smile: "Since you regard Fengxue as an enemy and cannot defeat it, won't you hide?"
Lao Shang smiled lightly, thinking that this child's thoughts were really cute.
He would rather carry it with his body than lie down, probably because he was afraid that his junior sister would be angry.
Li Xiuyuan was stunned and blurted out: "I can still hide here. Where can I hide? The sky is full of wind and snow."
Yun Tianhong replied quietly: "Then you should find a way to turn yourself into Fengxue."
Hearing this, Li Xiuyuan was stunned again, and merged himself with these wind and snow? How can this be?
Hoo ho ho!
After circling the snowy field several times, Li Xiuyuan, unable to turn, finally stopped.
In a relaxed mood, try to stand like a snowman, a cedar not far away.
Quietly, his consciousness stared at the snowflake under the abyss, and saw that the chaotic abyss gradually came to life, and the slowly rotating snowflake instantly resembled a peerless sword.
He hasn't flown out of the abyss yet, but he has already colored the sky and the earth.
At this moment, Li Xiuyuan had the illusion that he was the rotating snowflake under the abyss.
So, he stretched out his hand that was colder than ice.
As a result, the two saints holding a cup of Tianshan spiritual tea in the main hall saw the most magical scene in their eyes.
The boy who turned himself into a snowman looked like a god on a Buddhist altar smiling and holding flowers.
A snowflake comparable to the wings of a cicada fell on the young man's hand. The young man tried to let her take off slowly, and then slowly fall again.
Time stopped at this moment!
If it were a snowfield with cold winds like lightning and snowflakes like swords, the young man would not be able to do this no matter what.
However, time stopped at this moment.
Even the hands of the two saints stopped quietly on their chests, and the faint vapor of the spiritual tea in their hands also condensed...
The world on Meishan stopped at this moment.
Like Yun Tianhong in the hall, Li Xiuyuan tried to use his telepathy and powerful spiritual consciousness to quietly stare at the snowflakes in his hand.
I want you to turn into a three-foot green front!
As if he understood Li Xiuyuan's thoughts, snowflakes slowly rose from his palm like flying flowers.
It only rose less than three inches, and then fell feebly, returning to the young man's hand again.
So the young man once again tried to communicate with this snowflake and this world...
It was like a whirlwind blowing from the young man's palm.
The snowflakes rise, fall... rise again, fall again... and so on countless times.
As soon as the young man sighed, the snowflakes turned into a sword that cut through the wind and snow, and flew towards the pine forest not far away...
"Hoo ho ho!"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Time resumed its movement, the cold wind remained the same, the snow remained the same, and the two saints sitting quietly in the hall were stunned and speechless for a while.
This is the power of law!
This is the power of the avenue!
How can a young man realize the power of the law of time when he has not yet completed the five tribulations of the decline of heaven and man? How can we use the power of law?
Let the world stop in an instant?
In Yun Tianhong's view, although Li Xiuyuan was still far from being able to control the sword, he had already realized the smallest step.
How can you reach a thousand miles without taking small steps?
Looking at the old monk in front of him, Yun Tianhong felt helpless and sighed softly.
He smiled bitterly and said: "If your disciple sees his brother return to his youth again and use the power of a mortal to slash out a saint's sword, will it break his rock-like Taoist heart?"
The old monk shook his head and said: "To be close to a saint, to be close to the Tao. This was originally a legend, but I didn't expect that I would have a junior sister here to witness it with my own eyes. It's so good, so gratifying and congratulatory."
"Forget it, you can't compare the young monk, Liu Li and others with Li Xiuyuan. He is the most incredible monster in the world. I really admire him."
Yun Tianhong took a sip of the spiritual tea and said with a wry smile: "I originally thought that only after others returned to their own world and practiced hard for several years could they come across this opportunity..."
The old monk didn't think so.
He put down the tea cup in his hand and corrected: "Junior sister, you can't say that. After all, he will bring you surprises every time he comes to see you."
Yun Tianhong shook his head: "I'm okay. I pointed out a direction for him to practice. What about you, senior brother? What surprise did you give him?"
The old monk shook his head and replied quietly: "I gave him a peaceful heart, so that he can practice calmly in that world without being flattered."
Yun Tianhong wanted to correct Shan Yan, but when he thought about it carefully, he couldn't help but be speechless.
What is more important to Li Xiuyuan right now is a peaceful and unruffled heart.
Thinking about it, he couldn't help but smile softly: "Think about what my senior brother said. This guy finally got what he wanted during this trip."
While they were talking, Li Xiuyuan's voice came to their ears.
"Senior, why did I see a divine sword in the abyss under the snowfield?"
