Xiang Wan felt unwell, so he pushed aside the thick snow in the vegetable garden, and Li Xiuyuan dug out a pickle and a radish.
Looking up to the higher snow-capped mountains, he saw a vast mist of snow and fog, unable to see the place he wanted to see. In such weather, it would be good to be able to see clearly three feet in front of him.
Waving my hands, the old friend buried in the snow-capped mountains seems like yesterday.
The Master is also there, as well as Zhang Liang, who is carrying the coffin step by step...
It was all because of Gao Jianli, the piano master of Yan State who was about to die. The strings of the piano were not broken, but he had passed away. Seven hundred years had passed in the world of Qin in the blink of an eye...
The past is like smoke, for Li Xiuyuan, it is just a snap of his fingers.
In the eyes of the old Taoist priest, it was a huge improvement for Li Xiuyuan to keep that piece of snowflake between his fingers and turn it into a sword.
But he didn't know that in Li Xiuyuan's own opinion, only if he tried to turn the power of the Buddhist body into a force like water could he cross the natural chasm in an instant.
In the past, when he was unable to break through, he had tried to refine a huge amount of spiritual energy into his body.
For this reason, he taught this method to every friend around him.
Especially in the prehistoric world, when Yuwen Liuli ate the meat of alien beasts and did not dare to break through the realm, he used this method to dissolve the torrential spiritual power into his own flesh and bones.
Even in his wildest dreams, he never imagined that one day he would lose all his cultivation.
He actually had to go back and practice again. For this reason, he was unprecedented and unprecedented.
Worth three drinks and getting drunk.
Unfortunately, I don’t know which temple Monk Sanzang has gone to these days. The old man is looking at the courtyard in the imperial city, and it is even more impossible for the old Taoist priest to come and have a drink with him because of such a trivial matter.
For a moment, there was a feeling of walking in brocade clothes at night.
If one day I could wield a sword miles away like the female saint, wouldn't I be able to pick the stars with one hand?
After some wild thinking, I was afraid that I would have to start casting a dagger first.
The winter solstice has passed, and seeing that there are not many days left with the continuous snow, I thought about polishing this snowflake, maybe it will have to wait until next year.
Radish cooked a bowl of soup, fried a plate of green vegetables, and filled a bowl of rice cooked with spiritual rice.
After thinking about it, he took two more wine glasses and put them on the table, pouring two glasses of wine into them.
Raise a glass to invite old friends, who have entered reincarnation.
That night, Li Xiuyuan, who drank more than three glasses of wine, wanted to play a piece of music to his close friend who was buried on the top of the snow-capped mountains. However, he was so drunk that he ended up unconscious.
There is only this small world that belongs to you.
Only then would he get drunk regardless of it.
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The snow is falling, and Li Xiuyuan, who is hungover on the mountain, has not yet woken up.
The monks in the monastery at the foot of the mountain were doing morning prayers in the main hall despite the wind and snow. The sound of chanting sutras was slow and steady. Even the young monks were sitting cross-legged behind a group of senior brothers.
The Buddhist sutras he recited in his mouth were in harmony with the voices of the brothers, but his eyes were silently watching the Buddhas on the altar.
The old monk in the Buddhist hall looked at the Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar and sighed.
I couldn't help but ask: "Does it have to be like this?"
Stepping on the snowy sky, the old monk has left the snow-capped mountains and the Buddhist temple, and is standing on the roadside waiting for the carriage.
Silently looking at his wrapped right arm, he gently hid it in the cloak inside the raincoat. A bamboo hat covered his face, making it impossible to see his expression.
Looking at the void, he sighed and replied: "I have been sitting in the temple for ten years and still can't find the slightest opportunity. It's time to go out for a walk..."
In the battle with Li Xiuyuan, although the old monk lost his palm, it allowed him to see a higher way of heaven.
Understand that in this world, he is not a god yet.
Therefore, he wanted to see more of the world. Even the snow and wind could not stop his determination to break through.
The old monk in the temple gently turned the beads in his hand and murmured: "It's windy and rainy outside, how can it be quiet in the temple?"
The old monk in the wind and snow raised his hand with the slowly approaching carriage and replied: "I was so comfortable in the temple that I forgot that I am not a god or Buddha in this world."
"So...where do you want to go?" the old monk in the Buddhist hall asked again.
"Go forward, to the imperial city."
After getting on the carriage, the old monk pointed out the direction to the coachman, and then quietly replied: "I want to go to the desert and go to the Western Regions. It is said that there are true scriptures there."
"How good..." The old monk in the Buddhist hall was silent for a moment.
It is admirable and gratifying to know shame and then be brave, but the old monk has traveled thousands of miles, and he is afraid that this farewell will mean goodbye forever.
Turning the Buddha beads, he recited: "All dharmas come from their original state and will always cease to exist. If a Buddha walks the path, he will become a Buddha in the next life."
It was about to end the morning classes in the main hall, and all the monks chanted in unison: "All members of the assembly will resume their worship..."
The Buddha said that cause and effect never fails. The old monk walked among Buddha and demons in one day, heard the Tao in one night, and disappeared in the imperial city of Tang Dynasty.
That day, the wind and snow that had been raging for an unknown amount of time stopped, and a rare winter sun appeared in the sky.
It shines quietly on the carriage driving slowly in the snow, and also shines on the golden roof of the Buddhist temple under the snow-capped mountains.
The little monk looked up at the Buddha and saw the Buddhas lowering their eyebrows and a faint golden light from the corners of their mouths.
After the morning class, the young monk quickly ran to the old monk's Buddhist hall.
The Buddhas of the mind have appeared.
Li Xiuyuan, who got up late, stood quietly on the mountain and looked at the imperial city.
The snow gradually stopped, and a ray of golden light fell from the sky, shining on his snow-like clothes, reflecting a faint golden light.
I picked a piece of purple bamboo and tried to use my consciousness to control it like snowflakes spinning slowly between my fingers.
The imperial city in the distance was still shrouded in snow and fog, but the Buddhist temple at the foot of the mountain reflected a golden light under the winter sun.
It seems to be showing the world that this is the world of Buddhas.
The bamboo leaves between his fingers and the pine needles in the mountains were the things that Li Xiuyuan used to practice swordplay with Mu Mu on Tianshan Mountain, but he never expected that one day snowflakes would also wrap around his fingers.
Looking at the silver all over the mountains and plains, I suddenly thought of Yun Tianhong sitting in the palace, who could cut down the cedar trees in the back mountain with his sword with just a wave of his hand.
Thinking of the starry sky that night, if one day I could cultivate the power of the stars, I would be able to kill the imperial city with my sword even in the snow-capped mountains.
When I think of this, I suddenly feel that there is a long way to go.
I thought I had seen the end of the sword, but compared with the female saint, it turned out that I had not yet started.
What about the old Taoist priest who is his master?
No wonder the master never talked about swordsmanship in front of him. Could it be that he was afraid of hurting himself?
However, he believed that he did not lack the perseverance to endure hardships.
Cultivation is a rough and difficult road for him. He has cultivated to the power of the divine dragon's nine turns after almost death. Unexpectedly, Wanli River Styx and his party...
I just slept for a while, and when I woke up, I said it was gone, and it was gone.
This was not enough. He never thought in his dreams that he would go back to Wanli Youhe River with Xiao Ling'er and others. This time, even the Phoenix body disappeared.
Looking at the purple bamboo spinning slowly between his fingers, like the sword of reincarnation wrapped in purple lightning during a catastrophe, I couldn't help but sigh quietly.
With a wave of his hand, the bamboo leaves turned into swords and slashed into the vast snow and fog.
The problems and troubles he encountered now were no less than the difficulties he encountered when he was learning runes from his teacher Gui Guzi.
At that time, he could go days and nights without eating or drinking, just to understand a seemingly simple truth.
At the moment, it is obviously impossible for him to solve the problem through hard thinking.
Just like in Tianshan, it can only be achieved through hard training for many years.
Perhaps one day, when you can cut off a big tree with a piece of snow like the female saint of Meishan, you can consider forging a short sword.
Thinking of the dagger, Li Xiuyuan inadvertently thought of Xia Wutong.
The Dragon Tooth Dagger that was forged when she lost her memory in Tianyu City was handed over to her by her master's wife, Li Hongxiu.
Unexpectedly, the princess of the dynasty ended up using this dragon tooth dagger to cut off the last bit of love.
Xiao Hei's heart was still good, so he went to the secret realm to slay the dragon and left the dragon's teeth to himself.
As long as you are in a good mood, you can forge a real dragon tooth dagger. After all, the one in Tianyu City back then was just a dragon.
And Xiao Hei is a black dragon from the fairy world.
A dragon that has survived the catastrophe.
While I was thinking about it from Wangshan Mountain, a gust of wind passed by, bringing a faint cold fragrance. Looking back, I saw a warm winter sun shining through, causing a few winter plum blossoms to bloom on the branches.
The same goes for several winter plum trees at the intersection. The branches are swaying slightly, but little petals are blooming.
The bamboo basket has been prepared in the imperial city for a long time. Just wait for the winter plum blossoms in the wind to bloom one after another, and then you can pick some and put them back to dry until the arrival of spring.
But picking spiritual tea is extremely familiar to him.
Yesterday's battle and a night of reflection allowed him to find the direction of his practice, and he didn't have to be impatient next time.
Spring is approaching, and the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty is about to change his country's name. It seems that the day for Sanzang's journey to the west is not far away.
After eating the spring apricots from this mountain, he would first go to the desert to see the monk Huiming in the grotto, and then meet Sanzang in the desert to go to the Western Regions together.
Time passed by while he was refining his sword with plum blossoms every day, and it was New Year's Eve in a blink of an eye.
News came from the old people in the imperial city at the foot of the mountain that they were coming to the mountain to enjoy the plum blossoms and celebrate the New Year on the mountain.
Li Xiuyuan didn't care. If the old man didn't come, he went down the mountain to the imperial city.
At noon that day, Li Xiuyuan dug a few fat winter bamboo shoots in the mountains and walked back when he saw two figures slowly walking through the snow on the mountain road.
Li Xiuyuan, who was standing at the intersection, smiled lightly and thought that it was windy and snowy, but Qin Xiangyu, who was just a mortal, didn't mind it.
He actually followed the old man and walked up the snow-capped mountains step by step.
Fortunately, Li Xiuyuan was in a good mood at this time. Looking at the two people who were talking in a low voice, he smiled and said, "Shopkeeper Qin really wants to change himself."
The old man said several times that Qin Xiangyu also wanted to practice...
And Li Xiuyuan thought about it, and couldn't find such a big shot in the history of the Tang Dynasty. As the old man said, everyone has the right to choose to practice.
Qin Xiangyu looked over from a distance, looking at the young man standing at the intersection, and felt that everything had changed in just the blink of an eye.
He took a deep breath and said calmly: "Look, I only have half my life left when I climb this snow-capped mountain."
Li Xiuyuan shook his head, held the winter bamboo shoots in his hand, turned and walked towards the wooden house, while saying, "How can you prove your determination to practice without suffering some hardships."
The old man looked at Li Xiuyuan who turned to leave, pointed to the winter plum blossoms blooming on the roadside and said, "I didn't expect that these flowers really bloomed."
Qin Xiangyu stepped on the snow and carefully stepped forward to pinch the plum tree and smell it for a moment.
Looking at the old man, he said harmoniously: "It is said that walking in the snow to look for plum blossoms is a beautiful thing, but I don't know that if you are not careful, you will lose half your life."
The old man smiled and said: "That's not true. As long as you are not afraid of the cold, you can move a stool and sit under the eaves to watch the snow and plum blossoms. There is..."
Qin Xiangyu's face showed a touch of surprise and said: "No wonder the little shopkeeper would rather stay on the mountain to practice alone. It turns out that this place is really a paradise."
The old man looked back at the Imperial City shrouded in snow and fog, and said, "Look, from here, the Imperial City has different scenery in four seasons."
Qin Xiangyu sighed and said quietly: "No matter how beautiful the scenery is, if you look at it for a long time, you will probably get bored over time, right?"
The two of them turned around and walked into the garden shaded by purple bamboo. The old man pushed aside the bamboo fence and walked inside.
After washing up, Li Xiuyuan stood under the eaves and said with a smile: "Shopkeeper Qin wants to eat radishes? Or green vegetables."
