Finally, amidst Qin Xiangyu's exclamation, Li Xiuyuan took out his inscription sword and carved the word "Xiangyu" on the sword.
While the old man was stunned, he carved three prohibitions on the spirit sword.
Looking at the two-foot-eight-inch sword, Qin Xiangyu couldn't put it down, not to mention that Li Xiuyuan actually engraved her name on it.
After thinking for a while, he looked at the three flame-like runes on the sword hilt and asked, "What is this, little shopkeeper?"
Li Xiuyuan glanced at the old man and said quietly: "These are three restrictions. When your cultivation reaches the level of Jindan, Nascent Soul, and Distraction, the three restrictions will be released one by one."
The old man nodded and admired secretly in his heart. In this way, he was no longer afraid of others trying to take advantage of the sword.
Qin Xiangyu didn't expect that there were so many details about a sword. He just looked at the solemn look on his master's face and couldn't ask any more questions.
I thought I would ask again after spring, when I returned to the imperial city, and when the little shopkeeper was away.
In the days that followed, the old man took Qin Xiangyu to practice.
From the simplest way of meditating and moving Qi, to the highest level of cultivation in this world, as well as the most basic elements of swordsmanship.
Even when he was bored, Li Xiuyuan passed on his sword-drawing skills to her.
In his opinion, this kind of sword-drawing technique varies from person to person. As long as you are diligent and not afraid of hardship, even the most ordinary sword-drawing move can become your own trump card to save your life.
At least Xiao Hei and Xiao Hu have tried many times.
I guess Shuzi has tried it before. Now, he wants to teach this female shopkeeper who has to deal with people in the world.
He even had the urge to change the inn into a dragon gate.
In the Longmen Inn where dragons and tigers are hidden, who knew that the seemingly weak female shopkeeper turned out to be a master of martial arts?
In the end, this idea just flashed before his eyes and he was flatly rejected.
There are many grievances in the world, and Longmen is murderous, but the world of mortals is simpler.
On New Year's Eve this year, Li Xiuyuan didn't get the trip he wanted to wait for.
This New Year's Eve is Qin Xiangyu's happiest year.
On the morning of her thirties, after getting up, Qin Xiangyu felt that her strength had become stronger, so she asked her master to take a look.
Unexpectedly, the old man looked at her and said with a smile: "Congratulations, you only spent a few days of hard work to reach another level."
Qin Xiangyu chuckled: "Master, am I a monk on the second level of Qi-taking?"
The old man smiled and said: "Try to make another breakthrough before you return to the imperial city."
Qin Xiangyu nodded heavily and replied: "When we return to the imperial city, we have to have a big meal."
Li Xiuyuan, who was holding a volume of books in the room, shook his head and thought to himself that you are also an idiot. Just like Xiaohu, you want to eat meat and drink alcohol after breaking through.
After much deliberation, only Shuzi's practice has always been as gentle as jade and has never been ostentatious.
Even when she was breaking through the tribulation, she quietly asked herself to protect her.
Sure enough, every leaf in the world is different.
The impatient Qin Xiangyu took the old man to the intersection to set off fireworks before it got dark.
Sitting in the living room and looking at the happy expressions of the master and the disciple, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but mutter: "If you are so showy, you are not afraid of disturbing the Buddhas at the foot of the mountain. Be careful to bring down two thunders for you."
It was a long night, and Li Xiuyuan was rarely in a good mood.
He wrote a peace talisman for the old man and Qin Xiangyu, and wrote three more talismans and put them into the brocade bag.
Looking at the old man and Qin Xiangyu, he said: "It's too tacky to give you gold coins. Keep these three talismans and use them to save your life when you encounter difficult situations in the future."
When the old man saw it, he was overjoyed and quickly folded Qin Xiangyu's peace charm for her and carefully put it into the brocade bag.
He looked at her and said seriously: "Disciple, do you know that these three talismans... that is, your inn plus these two courtyards are much more valuable."
The old man did not expect that today Li Xiuyuan would be willing to write three talismans for Qin Xiangyu, a mortal.
This was something that had never happened before.
Li Xiuyuan looked at the two of them and smiled lightly: "It's not that scary, but when you break through the Nascent Soul and usher in a catastrophe, you can use a talisman to bear the last tribulation thunder for others."
The old man looked at the dumbfounded Qin Xiangyu and smiled: "Take it, so that you can practice well in the future."
Qin Xiangyu took a deep breath and carefully put the brocade bag away.
After thinking for a while, he looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked, "So, you are a Taoist priest?"
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and said with a smile: "It seems that it can only be regarded as half, because my master has not taught me how to practice many Taoist methods. I have to wait."
The old man glanced at Li Xiuyuan, thinking that the master was also interesting.
He obviously accepted Li Xiuyuan as his precious disciple, but he never taught him Taoism.
It was neither easy for him to ask the old Taoist priest nor Li Xiuyuan about this matter. He could only wait for the master and the disciple to suddenly figure it out one day.
On the table was a jar of wine, a pot of tea, melon seeds and peanuts that Qin Xiangyu had bought in advance at the market in the imperial city.
The master and the apprentice talked freely about whether the little girl would come to the imperial city to continue practicing after the spring, but Li Xiuyuan was thinking that after the first month, the Tang Dynasty would change its name.
I went to the west of Tripitaka to get Buddhist scriptures and it was a little closer.
After midnight, the wind and snow in the mountains gradually subsided, and a snowy moon rose into the sky.
The old man and Qin Xiangyu drank a few more glasses of wine and went back to their houses to rest.
Li Xiuyuan cleaned up the mess on the table and took down the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the bookshelf.
Sitting alone in the mountains, I was thinking about that New Year's Eve at Xuantian Temple, when my master Ouyang Dongli was still there, and Mu Mu, his husband and his wife were still there.
Thinking more about heaven and earth, I wonder if the parents in Xinghua Valley are also celebrating New Year’s Eve tonight?
Holding a pen is like the little tiger holding a mountain, unable to write the ink.
A touch of cold moonlight fell into the living room, causing the drop of thick ink on the tip of the pen to drip...
The year is about to end, and no one has returned from thousands of miles away.
Liao Luo is sad about the past, and laughs at this body.
With a sad face and faded temples, spring will come again tomorrow.
…
After thinking about it, he put down on paper the emotions he felt at Xuantian Temple, but he forgot one thing.
Princess Wutong back then had never been able to see the sword intention in his pen and ink. On the first day of the Lunar New Year of that year, her husband took a group of people to pay New Year's greetings to Taoist Master Qingxu.
Wutong sat alone in the living room, pondering the words written by Li Xiuyuan and thinking about the sword intention.
Finally, I saw the Ruoshui Sword Intent from the couplet on the doorpost.
Putting his pen and inkstone on the table, Li Xiuyuan left the living room.
I saw that the plum trees in the garden were covered with thick snowflakes, but it could not stop the budding winter plums on the branches.
A crescent moon hung in the sky, and a faint light reflected the silver light in the snow on the branches of the plum trees.
At this moment, the cold plum blossoms are like jade carved from ice, with a cold fragrance overflowing.
Looking back, it was Xiao Hei who brought back Qing Qing and Yan'er on the last New Year's Eve, as well as the old man in front of him, Shuzi Xiaohu.
There is also a strange old Taoist priest with his precious disciple...
There were more fireworks than tonight. It was a rare reunion that year.
What night is this night? What night is this night?
Returning to the wooden house, he lay quietly on the bed in a daze, closed the door with a wave of his hand, and pasted a rune on it.
The New Year had just passed and it was already the first day of the Lunar New Year. He wanted to look for his old friends in his dreams.
Old friends come into my dream, knowing that I remember each other forever...
Li Xiuyuan, who was half asleep under the starlight in the sky, had the illusion that he was falling into a place of endless darkness.
I muttered, "I have been to the Nine Netherworlds of My Heart, and I have practiced in the abyss for countless years. What kind of place can scare me?"
After walking in the darkness for an unknown amount of time, the gloomy and cold air around him gradually faded away. Despite this, he still felt lonely and desolate.
Gradually, a ray of skylight fell, allowing him to see clearly the situation ahead.
I couldn't help but murmured: "Above the Forgotten River, below the Sangzi. Half is light, half is shadow..."
At a glance, not far away was a three-foot-high earthen platform.
With his spiritual consciousness, he only saw a stone tablet under the earthen platform. On it were carved two simple and vicissitudes of life: "Wangxiang" characters.
"Who is on the high platform? Always remember Qiu Qingwang, the past has become empty, it is still like a dream..."
Step by step, Li Xiuyuan stepped onto the high platform.
I stretched out my hand to push away the heavy fog in front of my eyes, but I felt like a mud cow sinking into the sea, unable to push away the overlapping clouds in front of me.
After thinking about it for a long time, I still couldn't figure out the reason.
Since this is Wangxiangtai, why can’t I see the human world and the place where I was born?
At this time, everything around was silent, and a faint cry could be heard faintly in the heavy fog.
Looking down, I felt that everything around Wangxiang Terrace had become ferocious.
It seems that some people who have entered reincarnation are unwilling to move forward and want to stay here and go on stage over and over again to look around, just to take another look at the three-inch world of the past.
It seems that there are traces of evil coming out of the ground all around, as if something indescribable is rising from the ground.
"Woooooooo..."
At this time, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew around Wangxiang Terrace. For a moment, everything that came into view was filled with black fog, which seemed to swallow Li Xiuyuan on Wangxiang Terrace.
"Hey hey hey..."
Suddenly, bursts of eerie laughter sounded in the dark wind.
It was like there were pairs of terrifying eyes in the black fog staring at Li Xiuyuan on the gazebo, making a smug smile.
Looking at the heavy black mist that gradually filled the air, Li Xiuyuan said coldly: "Don't force me to take action. Once I take action, you will not even have the chance to enter reincarnation!"
At this time, Li Xiuyuan quietly took out his bamboo sword.
His fingers gently touched the two runes lying on the sword, with an indifferent look in his eyes.
He killed many of the disobedient guys on the Forgotten River Bridge and fell into the river, not to mention these things that didn't know whether to live or die.
"Hehehehe..." His response was still the sinister laughter, and then rustling footsteps sounded in the black mist.
The dark wind blew through and exposed the skeletons in the black mist. The dense skeletons emerged from nowhere and surrounded the three-foot-high Wangxiang Tower.
Perhaps in their eyes, anyone who goes to the Wangxiang Tower cannot be let go and must develop into one of them.
Looking at these guys in front of him, Li Xiuyuan glanced at the dark sky.
He said coldly: "Don't tell me that I hold a spiritual sword in my hand. If it is this season of snowflakes, it will break into pieces if I look at you."
His original intention was to die after just one look at you. Think about it, these guys have been dead for who knows how many years.
Right now, he can only transcend with one sword.
This is not an abyss, and he is no longer the Ksitigarbha who saved hundreds of thousands of resentful souls.
Just as he hesitated, several skeletons slowly climbed onto the Wangxiang Tower and came towards him step by step.
Voices came from not far away: "You can't escape, hurry up and join us."
"Hehe...hehe..."
A burst of cold laughter made people's hair stand on end, giving him the illusion that this was not the Wangxiang Tower, but the abyss hell under the jurisdiction of the Ten Palaces of Yama.
Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan looked at the sky where no snowflakes had fallen, and sighed softly.
While he was chanting the rebirth mantra, the bamboo sword in his hand suddenly heard a "boom!" and a fire of ignorance burned out.
The bamboo sword was originally only more than two feet long, but the moment the runes were activated, it gradually broke through three feet and went to four feet.
"Amitadu Pobi, Amitaduo..."
While chanting Buddhist sutras, the bamboo sword in Li Xiuyuan's hand produced an invisible sword energy and slashed at the skeletons that were rushing towards them.
