On the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival, three days after Qingying had an epiphany in front of the temple.
Black clouds were billowing on the top of Penglai, golden light filled the sky, and tribulation thunders fell.
The green dragon, which had been dormant in the East China Sea for thousands of years, transformed into a dragon one day, attracting thunder and lightning all over the sky, trying to break through the void and fly away.
Li Xiuyuan was holding a pot of spiritual tea, sitting alone in the pavilion, quietly looking at Qing Yingying who was sitting dozens of feet away, silent.
Logically speaking, the people who can overcome the tribulation here should be Xiaobao and Xiaoyue'er. Even Xiaoguang has not yet cultivated to the point of breaking through the void.
But he didn't expect that in the end, it was the Qingjiao's wife who was about to ascend before his eyes.
He could only lament that fate plays tricks on people, the world is so big, and there are all kinds of wonders.
For an entire hour, the calamity thunder struck Qingying's head like rain. If she hadn't been in the body of a dragon and drank a few glasses of the spiritual wine given to her by Li Xiuyuan, she might have been unable to hold on long ago.
The last tribulation thunder fell, but Qingying followed Li Xiuyuan's instructions and used a magic talisman to block the fatal tribulation thunder.
Seeing the black clouds in the sky gradually dispersing, a colorful divine light fell.
Li Xiuyuan waved his hand and sent out a space ring, heading towards the green shadow under the divine light.
He said quietly: "There are some spiritual stones here, which should be enough for you to use in the next few decades. When you get to the other world, you will have to rely on yourself..."
Bathed in the colorful divine light, Qingying reached out to take the space ring and put it on his hand casually.
He whispered softly: "Young master, I will repay you for your kindness in helping me when Qingying sets foot on the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths."
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and sighed: "Don't worry about it. After you leave, forget about this world. By the way, forget about me completely..."
Under the divine light, green shadows flow down
With two lines of tears, he waved his hand and a golden light flew towards Li Xiuyuan.
He said loudly: "Sir, this is a short sword that Qingying picked up at the bottom of the sea. It will not decay for thousands of years at the bottom of the sea. If I don't make good use of this thing, I will give it to you..."
Before she could finish her words, a golden light fell on her from the sky...
Under Li Xiuyuan's silent gaze, the green shadow transformed into a divine dragon slowly flew towards the nine heavens...
"Young Master, my name is Qingying. I haven't asked you for your name yet..."
"My name is Li Xiuyuan. Goodbye." Li Xiuyuan waved his hand, looked at the green shadow gradually disappearing into the sky and murmured: "Thank you."
"Buzz!" There was a roar between heaven and earth, and the last golden light disappeared above the clouds and disappeared in front of Li Xiuyuan's eyes.
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"Alas!" he sighed.
Li Xiuyuan didn't expect that at the last moment, Qingying, who transformed into a dragon, would give him the treasure he longed for.
Looking at the small sword about three inches long in his hand, even though it has been silent on the seabed for thousands of years, it still has a faint cold light.
The blade of the sword turned out to be the same as the spiritual sword he forged, shining with circles of cloud patterns.
I couldn't help but exclaim, this is really a sword.
For Qingying, such a short sword can only be used as a small knife, but it has extraordinary significance to him.
He had no intention of forging a sword at the moment, but he didn't expect Qingying to fly away and give him one.
In this way, in the following years and months, he can turn the piece of Ruoshui between his fingers and the piece of flying flower into this three-inch flying sword.
Looking up at the sky, he couldn't help but smile: "Senior, I'm afraid you wouldn't have thought that I had found a flying sword, right?"
The natal sword of the female saint Yun Tianhong is nurtured in the ice under the abyss.
And he actually got a flying sword that came from the East China Sea of the Tang Dynasty and had been cultivated on the seabed for thousands of years. This was really God's will.
As he waved his hand, a force like water appeared between his fingers.
"Whoosh!" With a wave of his hand, the three-inch flying sword disappeared in front of Li Xiuyuan's eyes...
A few dozen feet away, there was a soft click...
On top of that, the old Taoist priest looked at the scene in front of him and was speechless.
The old monk smiled faintly: "You wouldn't have thought that before you had time to teach him his skills, he had already learned almost as much from the female saint on Meishan Mountain."
The old Taoist priest shook his head: "I just didn't expect that he would be leaving now, and he could still fish a divine sword from the bottom of the sea? When did that world have a divine sword?"
The old monk chuckled: "The world is so big, anything is possible."
Before the two of them could finish speaking, Li Xiuyuan, who was holding a flying sword, said: "Senior, it's almost time. I'll have to trouble you to return it next spring..."
When the old Taoist priest heard this, he couldn't help but laugh: "Look, your trouble is coming."
The old monk sighed and looked at the wooden house in the mountain. He stroked his beard and smiled faintly: "Speaking of which, this matter is still yours. You let them see the world in the first place."
The old Taoist priest lowered his head and sighed: "How can they continue to practice if they don't taste the many sufferings in the world?"
The old monk smiled: "After all, I've been to that world the most."
Holding the flying sword in his hand, Li Xiuyuan's voice rang out from his mind.
Li Xiuyuan was startled when he heard this, and after a while he replied: "Let's wait until next year to talk about that matter. The love in this life,
Just end it in this life. "
The old monk didn't care and replied calmly: "That depends on yourself."
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The autumn wind, snow and moon were countless, and the days passed happily with flying swords flying between Li Xiuyuan's fingers.
He even forgot that his return date would be soon, instead he was immersed in Tripitaka's world of Buddhist scriptures and the surprise of flying swords cutting through the wind and snow again and again.
At the moment, he can't cut the snow with a single blow of the flying sword in his hand, but it also allows him to find the happiness he had on Tianshan Mountain.
The moment of success is not what he pursues, he wants the scenery on the road.
I originally thought that I had to meet Yun Tianhong again to ask for advice on how to cast a flying sword.
Unexpectedly, it took no effort at all.
This year was the first year of Baoying in the Tang Dynasty. On a bright spring day, Princess Yuzhen of the Tang Dynasty died of illness on the top of Xiangu Peak in Dongyuyang Mountain.
Li Bai at the foot of the mountain was sixty-one years old this year. It was night, and Li Bai, who had drunk a lot of wine, was looking at the moon on the river.
I don't know whether he thought of the recently deceased Princess Yuzhen on the mountain, or thought of his sister Li Yueyuan, but he jumped into the water with a splash and disappeared between heaven and earth.
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A spring breeze entered the palace, bringing Princess Yuzhen from the mountain and Li Bai who jumped into the water and drowned in front of others.
The difference is that the current Princess Yuzhen has fallen into a deep sleep.
I don't know if it's because of the loss of life, or if the old monk did it intentionally.
Li Bai, who was covered in water and had white hair, sat in front of Li Xiuyuan.
Looking at the vaguely acquaintance of the young man in front of him, Li Bai shook his head, looked at the old monk beside him and asked, "Senior, do I know you?"
The old monk shook his head and waved a golden light into Li Bai's mind.
Then looked at Li Xiu
Yuan said: "Your time has almost come."
Li Xiuyuan looked at the white-haired Li Bai in front of him, but what appeared in front of his eyes was the young man who learned swordsmanship with him at the North Gate.
He ignored the old monk's words, but grabbed Li Bai's hands that were gradually like dead branches.
He murmured to himself: "Xiao Hei, you must have suffered a lot these years...Xiao Jin left last year. Do you miss her?"
A ray of golden light entered his body, causing Li Bai to instantly recall all the past events. He thought of Li Xiuyuan who was on the snow-capped mountains and looked like this.
For a moment, the old man burst into tears and replied tremblingly: "It turns out that my brother went to the north gate to look for me. I thought I would never see him again in this life."
Li Xiuyuan nodded, looked at the old monk on the side and replied: "Senior, let's talk... You and Xiao Hei leave first, I will stay for a few more days."
After dealing with Li Bai's affairs in front of him, there was still Princess Yuzhen in the room.
The old monk also knew what Li Xiuyuan was thinking, so he just looked at him and said quietly: "Some things can never go as expected."
"I see."
Li Xiuyuan poured three glasses of spiritual wine into the wine glasses on the table.
He picked up a cup by himself, looked at Li Bai and smiled bitterly: "In your life, you have been crazy, you have been in love, you have suffered a lot, but in the end it is your sister who you are most sorry for."
"The full moon...my sister..."
Li Bai picked up the spirit wine in front of him and drank it all in one gulp, with tears streaming down his face, and murmured to himself: "Sir, my sister is gone, you have to help Xiao Hei..."
Gently patting Li Bai on the shoulder, Li Xiuyuan continued: "Yue Yuan is with Xiao Jin now. When you wake up, you should be able to see her."
Think about it
No, he continued: "As for whether you can remember all the memories in this life, I don't know. I'm afraid there's nothing you can do about it..."
The old monk laughed and said, "You idiot, it's not easy to come to the human world once, but why should I take away all your love and hatred?"
Li Bai reached out and hugged the wine jar in front of him, and poured himself another glass.
Looking at the two of them, he smiled bitterly and said, "I am greedy. Back then, under the snow-capped mountains, I just wanted to follow my brother. It would be great if I could become a human one day."
Li Xiuyuan took his hand and smiled: "I have been thinking that that fool left me overnight. I didn't expect that you were taken away by the seniors in the Reincarnation Tower."
Li Bai drank another glass of wine and said with a wry smile: "I have sorry for many people in this life, but the one I feel most sorry for is my sister. Since she is with Xiao Jin, I feel relieved."
Li Xiuyuan nodded and said seriously: "Logically, you and Xiao Jin are going to the six realms of reincarnation, but because of the compassion of Master and Senior, you can save yourself some trouble."
"In this way, no matter whether you can remember the full moon after you wake up, don't cling to this memory for the rest of your life."
Li Bai nodded, holding the wine jar and pouring another glass of spiritual wine.
After thinking for a while, he asked, "Brother, won't you go home with me?"
Li Xiuyuan sighed and said with a wry smile: "It's easy for you and Xiao Jin. You can just slap your butt and close your eyes and go home. My troubles haven't started yet."
The old monk sitting next to him smiled faintly and drank all the wine in his glass. Li Bai stood up and gave him a refill.
After thinking about it, the old monk smiled and said, "That sword is not bad, let me have a look."
Li Xiuyuan hey hey
He smiled, took out the flying sword and handed it to the old monk in front of him.
The old monk put it in his hand and stroked it gently. As his fingers moved, some rust stains on the flying sword instantly fell off, revealing the shining golden sword body.
Li Bai, who was watching on the side, was stunned and couldn't help shouting: "Sir, when will you forge a spiritual sword for me and Xiao Jin?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head: "I have no idea, and I have no materials. Go back and ask for it from my master. He will find a way to find a sword for you and Xiao Jin."
After speaking, Li Xiuyuan continued to pour a glass of spiritual wine into the old monk's cup.
Then he said quietly: "Senior, to the Tang Dynasty, this glass of wine is just a jar of apricot blossom spirit wine from the Qin Dynasty that has experienced thousands of years."
"Plop!" Before the old monk could reply, Li Bai fell to the ground.
Then a faint light shone, and while the old monk and Li Xiuyuan were stunned, Li Bai, who fell to the ground, was gradually enveloped in a light.
Gradually, in less than a quarter of an hour, a big silkworm cocoon appeared on the ground.
The old monk shook his head and put away the wine jar on the table.
He laughed loudly and said: "This fool, after thousands of years of drinking spiritual wine, he is just like drinking water. He didn't even say the last parting words to you."
Li Xiuyuan sighed: "As long as they are all well, this junior will just go into the fire again, so what?"
The old monk picked up the spiritual wine in front of him, drank it all in one gulp, and returned the flying sword in his hand to Li Xiuyuan.
Asked: "Is there anything else you want to say?"
Li Xiuyuan took a jar of apricot blossom wine brewed in the snow mountain, placed it on the table, and said quietly: "This was brewed in the snow mountain a few years ago, please give it to me, senior"
Mingzhu's mother. "
Now that Yelu Mingzhu has put down the hatred of the past, he, the godfather and master, has to follow his precious disciple.
The old monk nodded: "They know that you are a poor person now... I'm leaving. Don't keep coming to cause me trouble if you have nothing to do."
After saying that, a breeze blew up and Li Bai, who turned into a cocoon on the ground, flew out of the hall.
Li Xiuyuan walked out of the hall, looked at the two people who were transformed into the breeze, waved his hands and sighed: "Who said that the mirror in the high hall is sad and white-haired, you just passed by in the world of mortals."
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Even Li Xiuyuan didn't expect that Li Bai came and went in a hurry, and the two of them hadn't even exchanged a few words.
Before even asking this fool which poets of the Tang Dynasty he had interacted with, he turned into a cocoon.
It seems that this guy is really the same as Xiao Jin, with the same fate and future.
Three days later, Princess Yuzhen, who was lying in bed, woke up from her dream and searched all the way until she came to the main hall.
Looking at Li Xiuyuan who was sitting quietly in front of the palace, holding a scroll of Buddhist scriptures, Princess Yuzhen asked: "Master, where are you? Is it heaven or hell?"
Li Xiuyuan put away the Buddhist scriptures in his hand, looked at her and said with a smile: "This is the Tang Dynasty, Penglai Island in the East China Sea."
Princess Yuzhen heard Li Xiuyuan's voice and couldn't help asking: "Are you the gentleman from the snow mountain? Why are you here?"
Li Xiuyuan sighed, reached for the bronze mirror in front of him, and handed it to Princess Yuzhen who came over.
He said quietly: "Princess, you disappeared in Datang three days ago. This place is far away from the human world. It is a paradise and it can be regarded as the cause and effect of our acquaintance..."
Quietly, while boiling water, Li Xiuyuan explained what happened
Some things were explained to her.
Finally, he pointed to the main hall and said: "There is land on the mountains here, fish in the sea, tea trees in the mountains and countless flowers. From now on, they will all be yours..."
"One of my seniors gave you a chance of life when you were dying, allowing you to break through that insurmountable difficulty. In the days to come, you can practice quietly here..."
After hearing this, Princess Yuzhen finally understood that she had been reborn and could continue to practice.
After hearing this, he couldn't help but sigh quietly, looked at the unfamiliar face in the mirror, and said with a wry smile: "Thank you, sir, for bringing Yuzhen back to life."
Li Xiuyuan stretched out his hand to pour her a cup of spiritual tea, and picked up a cup himself.
Then he said seriously: "I don't quite understand the way you practice, but you have crossed this threshold. In the years to come, you will understand the way of heaven and earth and continue to practice."
In his opinion, the current Princess Yuzhen was already distracted by the second level of cultivation. Because of the old monk, she didn't have to go through the tribulation.
In the days to come, as long as she practices quietly here, she may not be able to break through to a higher realm.
After spending a while, Li Xiuyuan explained to her in detail Princess Yuzhen's current cultivation level and the state she would need to reach suddenly in the future.
Princess Yuzhen sighed and said with a wry smile: "Sir, are you going back to the snowy mountains in Chang'an? I can give you my villa."
Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan replied: "I will not go back, and you should not think about going back to the Tang Dynasty again. Remember, Princess Yuzhen died of illness yesterday at Xianguding in Dongyuyang Mountain."
Princess Yuzhen was startled when she heard this
He was stunned, and then said: "I think I am Gaozong's granddaughter, Ruizong's daughter, and Xuanzong's sister. Such an identity will still disappear in the long river of time..."
Li Xiuyuan sighed and said softly: "If you don't break through the confinement of this side of heaven, who would dare to talk about immortality?"
"So, sir, are you going to ascend and leave the Tang Dynasty?"
Princess Yuzhen came back to her senses and looked around the hall. Her consciousness went to Penglai Mountain. Sure enough, this place was a paradise, a fairyland on earth.
Just the place she dreamed of.
"I'm not ascending. For me, Datang is just a place to travel. I'm just a passerby. Can you understand this?"
Li Xiuyuan sighed quietly, took out two jars of spiritual wine and placed them on the table.
He murmured to himself: "I brewed this spiritual wine from the apricot blossoms on the snow-capped mountains. You also drank it back then. I will give you these two jars as a souvenir."
Princess Yuzhen looked at Li Xiuyuan who turned into a faint starlight, and couldn't help but reach out to say goodbye to him...
Unexpectedly, the starlight gradually faded, and finally flew out of the main hall.
Li Xiuyuan, who transformed into starlight, waved his hand and said: "The sky is high and the sky is far away. We are destined to meet again."
Li Bai had already left the Tang Dynasty, so even at the last moment, Li Xiuyuan did not mention this matter in front of Princess Yuzhen.
Now that we have left, let us completely forget each other between heaven and earth.
Princess Yuzhen chased out of the hall, looked at the gradually fading starlight, and shouted loudly: "Sir, can we meet again?"
Li Xiuyuan in the starlight thought for a while and replied: "If you can transform into starlight, one day we can meet again."
Princess Yuzhen waved her hands gently and looked at the stars disappearing into the sky.
murmur
He murmured: "Sir, go away, I will go find you..."
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All stories must have an ending, and the fourth volume is the most difficult one to write. Because it cannot be changed, many stories have been omitted. I hope you are smart enough to bear with me.
