After thinking for a while, the old man couldn't help but ask: "You no longer practice sword practice?"
Since coming down from the snow mountain, the old man has not seen Li Xiuyuan holding a bamboo sword to chop the spring breeze.
Li Xiuyuan smiled faintly: "I won't practice for the time being. When I practice this sword technique to a certain level, I will have to hide the sword... I changed my method."
Li Xiuyuan replied quietly, then stretched out his hand to catch a petal that was blown down by the wind, picked up the flower casually, and watched the petals jump between his fingers.
The old man looked at the smile on Li Xiuyuan's face and the cheerful petals, but in front of him was the sword in the rain that day.
So I couldn't help but ask: "There is one thing I haven't been able to figure out."
Slightly startled, Li Xiuyuan frowned and asked, "What's the matter?"
The old man said: "You clearly have no spiritual power at the moment. How on earth did you turn that thin petal into the spiritual sword that cuts through the spring breeze?"
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and then said: "It's useless to tell you, because you and I practice different methods."
The old man has a high level of cultivation, but he has never practiced the Buddhist method of physical body. There is no comparison between the two.
Why would the old man spend his wasted time practicing Buddhism when he could clearly kill the enemy with one sword with his own peerless strength?
Moreover, the old man has been with the old Taoist priest all year round. If he wanted to practice Buddhism, he would have consulted the old monk long ago.
The old man sighed and asked: "You said that day that it was the sword of a saint. I wonder where you became associated with the saint? And you also practiced the swordsmanship of the saint?"
Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan replied: "How is it possible? This is just a sword intention, not a true saint's sword technique."
The old man didn't understand and had to sigh.
Li Xiuyuan continued: "I just want to use these thin petals to practice my mind power, and wait for one day to turn the petals into a flying sword..."
The old man was shocked when he heard this and said with a wry smile: "If that's the case, how many years of hard work will it take to practice?"
With a faint smile, Li Xiuyuan replied: "You only need to look at the true sword of a saint and you will die."
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Chang'an City was wrapped in the spring breeze. The emperor had not yet decided whether to conquer the Turks, so the entire imperial city was enveloped in a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.
Li Xiuyuan, who was sitting in the courtyard of No. 47, thought that this was the beginning of the prosperous age.
Qin Xiangyu, who had disappeared for a few days, came back quietly, but told the old man that she had gone to order the furniture and a set of bowls and chopsticks needed for the inn.
Even when I come back, I rarely come over to have two cups of tea in one day.
At the moment, all her thoughts were on the inn, so the old man didn't mention the future to her.
Just when Li Xiuyuan was thinking about whether to go back to the snow mountain to see what the vegetables he had grown turned out to be like.
Xiao Juier, escorted by her father and maid, came to see the master.
After walking around on the street, Li Xiuyuan, who was walking back all the way, heard a tinkling sound of a piano in the backyard before he stepped into the door of the wine shop.
Hearing this, he couldn't help but chuckle, thinking that this little guy was a bit more interesting than Qin Xiangyu.
The old man guarding the counter smiled and said, "I put Juier and the maid in the yard next door. His father only drank two courses of tea and left in a hurry."
Li Xiuyuan responded: "This is not the first time she has come back, and she is accompanied by a maid, so there is no need to worry too much."
The spring breeze came slowly, ruffling the tops of the apricot trees in the backyard and ruffling the black hair of the girl playing the piano under the tree. A sweet smile instantly appeared on her face, like spring flowers blooming in February.
He held back his little hand playing the piano and shouted in joy.
Like a breeze, it swept towards the shop in front.
Li Xiuyuan placed the snacks he had just bought on the table and showed them to the little girl who ran out.
Little Duo'er rushed over like a gust of wind, stood in front of Li Xiuyuan, and said with a crisp smile: "Brother, does the piano played by Duo'er sound good?"
Li Xiuyuan picked up a piece of cake and stuffed it into her little mouth, and smiled lightly: "Of course it sounds good."
It's just that after a winter, the little girl's piano sound is no longer as dry as before.
There was already a trace of spiritual charm under the flick of the fingers.
After hearing Li Xiuyuan's words, Juier couldn't help but giggle.
The moment she smiled, countless scenes appeared in front of Li Xiuyuan's eyes...
On the high platform in the snowy sky, Ouyang Xuan of the Snowfield Holy Land gave him "Looking at the Spring Breeze" written on a silk scarf.
In desperation, he had to slow down the music by half a beat, which beat Ouyang Manxue's Phoenix in the Snow.
It was also the season when snowflakes were falling, and under the warmth of a pot of charcoal fire, the little girl played the piano alone at home, playing it over and over again.
Under the moonlight and in the spring breeze, the little girl never stopped playing.
Until she turned Li Xiuyuan's half-beat-slowed-out Wangfengchun into a day when peach blossoms were in full bloom, and turned it into a touch of scenery between her fingers.
On the carriage coming to the imperial city, the girl kept playing, just to show her most beautiful voice to her elder brother who gave her the guqin in the first place.
With a sigh, Li Xiuyuan squeezed Jue'er's small hands and looked at the fingers that were no longer red, swollen and bleeding and had a layer of calluses.
Countless images flashed before his eyes in an instant.
The sound of the piano on the snowy mountain last year turned into a sword mark, and finally fell on the girl's fingertips, on the snowflakes flying in the sky, and on her flesh and blood memory.
Just like Li Xiuyuan's Zhan Xue on Tianshan Mountain, it turned into his own flesh and blood memory.
He seemed to see a girl slashing out with her sword one day, and the whole world was shocked.
It was this girl who seemed a little weak in front of her who became a legend in the Tang Dynasty.
In his opinion, perhaps Jue'er's journey to becoming an emperor began with the song "Looking at the Spring Breeze", and finally turned into "My Flowers Bloom and Hundreds of Flowers Kill".
No one dares to compete with him.
Looking at Juier's pretty, bright eyes without a trace of dust, a cloud suddenly filled my heart... Why? Only men can inherit the history of emperors and generals?
The rise of this thought was like a thunder in his divine sea, and even the old man in front of him felt his intention of moving the clouds out of the dust.
Above the nine heavens, the old Taoist priest sighed softly.
Looking at the old monk in front of him, he said: "As soon as I think about it, I am afraid that my disciple will cause trouble for you again."
The old monk laughed: "Didn't he say that if you have more debt, you won't have to worry about it?"
"What do you think he is thinking?" The master and the disciple had a heart-to-heart, and as soon as Li Xiuyuan thought of it, the old Taoist priest above the nine heavens had already felt his thoughts.
The old monk came closer and asked, "Tell me about it?"
The old Taoist priest smiled: "It is said that the female doll of the Tang Dynasty will one day proclaim herself a saint... When he thought about it, he actually thought about the little turtle..."
When the old monk heard this, he couldn't help but smile: "Everyone can become a Buddha, and everyone can become a saint, as long as she is willing to change herself..."
The old Taoist shook his head, took out the spiritual tea that Li Xiuyuan had just baked, and handed it to the old monk.
He looked at the old monk and smiled mysteriously: "My disciple gave this to you. It's unique in the world. It's just a small bottle. You can cherish it."
In the view of the old Taoist priest, Li Xiuyuan would not have such an opportunity in hundreds or even thousands of years.
The old monk didn't believe it. He pointed to the empty stove in front of him and said, "Boil a pot of water and let's try it."
Upon hearing this, the old monk quickly sent a message to Yelu Mingzhu and Shuzi: "Come here quickly, the old monk is going to make spiritual tea."
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On the 47th, the old man had already closed the door of the shop.
The young and old returned to the living room in the backyard, and Juo'er went to pack her guqin.
Li Xiuyuan looked at the old man and smiled and said: "It's okay to let a sheep go. Let's just let one more go. Wait until she gets into trouble in the Tang Dynasty and you can pick her up again."
The old man's hand holding the cup trembled slightly, and he thought for a moment and replied, "If I leave, I'm afraid I'll never come back."
Li Xiuyuan said calmly: "Look for my master."
The old man shook his head and said with a wry smile: "You said that if we break the rules of this world, I am afraid that the master will not be able to change what has happened in the long river of time."
Li Xiuyuan replied calmly: "Didn't I say it? When all her dust has settled, she will be in the past in this world. Let's talk about it then..."
The old man trembled again when he heard this, and quickly asked: "Then, should we step up her practice from now on?"
"Absolutely not."
Li Xiuyuan replied quietly: "Everything in the Tang Dynasty is up to her. You can't interfere, not even when it comes to life and death. Everything is determined by God's will."
While the two were talking in low voices, there was a knock on the front door.
If you listen carefully, it's Qin Xiangyu's loud voice.
Before Li Xiuyuan walked out of the living room, Xiao Juier had already run forward with a "whoosh!"
The little girl asked through the door: "Who are you and who are you looking for?"
Qin Xiangyu, who was carrying a big food box outside the door, couldn't help laughing when he heard this: "Senior sister, hurry up and open the door. I am your junior sister, no, I am your sister."
When Jue'er heard this, she couldn't help but turned around and shouted: "Master, can you open the door?"
The old man quickly replied: "Your junior sister is outside the door."
Juier said "Oh!" and then opened the door. Looking at Qin Xiangyu who was smiling outside the door, she asked, "So you are the junior sister that the master mentioned?"
Qin Xiangyu was so angry that she came in and closed the door, holding her hand and walking to the backyard.
As he walked, he shouted: "Master, this is too inconvenient. Why don't you open this door, otherwise I have to shout outside every day."
The old man sitting in the living room glanced at Li Xiuyuan. He really couldn't make up his mind on this matter.
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and said quietly: "You can decide this matter yourself after I leave the imperial city."
Jue'er was surprised when she heard this and asked: "Is the eldest brother leaving the imperial city?"
Sighing, Li Xiuyuan looked at her and said with a smile: "When the Xing'er on the mountain is ready to eat, I will go to the desert and see the scenery there."
Duo'er said oh, and then asked: "Can I take Duo'er with me to see it?"
Qin Xiangyu glared at her and said, "He doesn't even take me with him, let alone you need a maid to serve him now."
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said seriously: "The hardship of life in the desert cannot be compared to the imperial city, let alone Juier's home. You have to stay here to practice."
Qin Xiangyu shook his head as he looked at the two of them, and took out the meals he brought from the food box one by one and placed them on the table.
Looking at the old man, he asked: "Master, do you want a drink? Little senior sister, can you drink?"
Jue'er nodded and said with a smile, "You can drink half a cup."
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and looked at the scene in front of him, thinking that he could enjoy the moment quietly. For example, if the emperor held a spring banquet for him, he might not have that intention.
The dynasty of young and arrogant people has, after all, turned into smoke of the past.
After thinking for a while, he looked at the two girls and said, "In a few days, when the Xing'er on the mountain is about to mature, let your master take her up to the mountain and live there for a few days."
Once he leaves, he may not be able to return to the imperial city within three to five years.
Come back again, will the girl in front of you have entered the palace and face the ups and downs of the Dayong Dynasty alone?
When Jui'er heard this, she clapped her little hands and said with a smile: "There are so many Xing'er, we can't seem to finish them all?"
Li Xiuyuan pointed at Qin Xiangyu and said with a smile: "After I leave, everything up and down this mountain will be left to you, master and disciple."
Qin Xiangyu was stunned when he heard this, and couldn't help but ask: "Are you going to be gone for a long time?"
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I came here gently, just a passerby, nothing can be changed.
I came gently, turned into a drop in the ocean, and quietly changed a lot.
It turns out that if you don’t change, you can change inadvertently. I like the bright moon of Qin Dynasty, the beacon fire of Zhou Dynasty, and the empress of Tang Dynasty...
