Zhao Hu stayed in Tianshui Town for three days under the hospitality of Duanmu Qingyun. When he heard that there was a ship going to Haiyun, he hurriedly said goodbye.
Right now, Dao's heart is strong and determined, and there is only the East China Sea in his heart.
And what he thought was different from what Duanmu Qingyun thought, even if the young man from Furong Town was not spiritual and had only practiced some spells, he would not set foot on Wengu Continent again.
After he went to the East China Sea, the East China Sea was his home, and the prosperity and wealth of the Meng family had nothing to do with him.
With his heart as clear as a mirror, he admired the young man from Furong Town even more than the master of Meng Mansion, and Helian Mingyue from the Imperial City. ap.
It can be said that Li Xiuyuan is the only person he has admired since he started practicing.
He could have killed him with a sword, but the young man let him go because he wanted to send a message to the Meng Mansion in the imperial city.
If it were him, he would have to eradicate it no matter what, so how could he let his enemy go? For Na Hua Yiyi's sister, he can be regarded as the murderer of Hua Yiyi.
Even so, the young man still waved his hand and let him live.
That is to tell everyone in the Meng family that I am in Furong Town, waiting for you to come and seek revenge on me.
In Zhao Hu's opinion, this is what a true gentleman is. He is not afraid that you will find out that I killed him, so come here and seek revenge from me!
Duanmu Qingyun walked all the way to the dock. Zhao Hu thought for a while and looked at him and said: "Brother, listen to me and don't go into the muddy waters of Meng Mansion."
Duanmu Qingyun waved his hand: "I want to visit the Imperial City. When things get better here, I will go to the East China Sea to find your happiness."
Zhao Hu shook his head, jumped on the merchant ship heading for Haiya, turned around and shouted: "I treat you as a brother, so I advise you not to go to Furong Town."
Duanmu Qingyun thought for a while and replied, "Take care along the way. I'll think about it again."
The merchant ship went down the river towards the East China Sea, but Duanmu Qingyun, who was standing on the dock, was thinking, I have been lonely in Tianshui Town for ten years and have not made a name for myself.
Seeing an opportunity coming to the Imperial City, how could it be missed?
The winter solstice has passed, and it won’t be long before the New Year.
Huajiao took Crow Crow and Ximen Mengdie to the old house that was burned to ruins several times, and pulled out some memories of her and her brother, as well as some insignificant items that were not burned.
When she appeared again on the small streets of Furong Town, no one dared to point fingers behind her back.
In the eyes of these people, Huajiao is the person chosen by God.
Otherwise, that day, the girl's roar and curse would not have turned the five acres of farmland into stone mountains in an instant.
Afterwards, someone with good intentions went to take a closer look, only to find that the rocky mountains emerging from the ground, no more, no less, happened to be in the Hua family's fields, and there was no mention of other families' fields.
In this way, this is even more terrifying. All living beings believe that this is God's punishment for them.
While it was snowing, Li Xiuyuan began to let Huajiao practice sword practice with Ximen Mengdie in the snow.
It is said that when the two of them let go of the past and can calm down, they can start practicing sword practice.
The only difference was that this time Li Xiuyuan did not cut a wooden sword for them, but asked them to directly hold the sword and cut the snow in the wind.
This kind of swordsmanship has been imprinted in Ximen Mengdie's flesh and blood memory many years ago, but later she let it go and was lazy.
Now, starting from scratch, she will take her junior sister to practice this swordsmanship that is familiar yet unfamiliar to her.
A sword shadow slashed across.
A snowflake floating in the wind was cut into two pieces by Ximen Mengdie, who was stunned when he looked at Zanthoxylum bungeanum.
Ximen Mengdie held his sword and observed carefully.
He told Huajiao, "My master taught me this a long time ago, but then I got lazy... At that time, I had already practiced to the point where I could chop off three snowflakes with one sword."
Ximen Mengdie sighed and said quietly: "Junior sister, look, I can only chop off one flower now. If the master finds out, he will definitely scold me."
Ximen Mengdie explained the principles of cutting snow to Huajiao, and she also asked her husband if she didn't understand.
After carefully understanding the senior sister's mood, Huajiao began to be confused.
Practice swordplay with your eyes open.
It is better to say that she is practicing swordsmanship, but it is better to say that she is looking at the world attentively. As Xiao Die'er said, she explained to her husband that she must first observe the traces of falling snowflakes.
She had to look at the snowflakes carefully and try to see through them.
Then before the beginning of spring, when the last snow falls, try to cut the snow with one sword.
She saw snowflakes in front of the main hall, snowflakes in front of her husband's living room, snowflakes in front of the Bell and Drum Tower where she was already practicing, and snowflakes in front of the graves of her younger brother and Wen Ziwei.
Now Huajiao can already run around in the mountains blindfolded, and can walk from her husband's living room to her younger brother's grave blindfolded.
And even Ximen Mengdie himself has not achieved this yet.
The senior sister in Crow's Eyes practices sword practice from time to time, while the junior sister is swinging the sword crazily and constantly, often standing in a daze in the wind and snow for half an hour.
The speed at which Huajiao drew her sword was also accelerating. It looked like lightning in the crow's eyes. Steam began to rise from the top of Junior Sister's head in the wind and snow. It felt like this was not winter, but summer.
Sitting in the living room, Li Xiuyuan silently watched every move of Zanthoxylum bungeanum in the wind and snow. He thought to himself that when he had Tianshan, why was it not like this?
Huajiao is even crazier now than he was back then.
Back then, Li Xiuyuan only spent an hour practicing swordplay, and the rest of the time was spent reading Buddhist scriptures, missing his husband up the mountain, his mother down the mountain, and playing with Mumu.
And the current Huajiao is many times better than the young Qiangzi back then. She often swings the sword for two hours, tirelessly swinging the sword.
Until she no longer had any strength and was completely paralyzed when she returned to the house, but she did not dare to sleep because she still had to read Buddhist scriptures, which was also her homework.
Seeing the appearance of Huajiao, Li Xiuyuan said to Crow: "Your junior sister is so hard-working. When you transform in the future, you will not even be as good as your junior sister. Aren't you embarrassed?"
Crow shook his head and said with a smile: "I am also very powerful now, my wings are a pair of spiritual swords."
Li Xiuyuan sighed and said, "Then do you want to become a human? Do you want to be like Senior Sister Ren and try to be an ordinary crow in the world?"
Crow shook his head: "No."
Unlike the two girls and the crow, when the old man was bored these days, he would either sit in the living room of Yunqi Temple and watch Furong Town, or sit at home and watch the back mountains.
Look at the not-so-splendid temple on the mountain. One of the temples was given an interesting name by a young man.
In his opinion, the small temple that was about to disappear in the long river of time has come back to life this winter.
Watching, watching, the old man became more and more confused.
Suddenly, at a glance, the corner of the temple that the old man saw appeared in his eyes, and even the entire mountaintop was within the scope of his spiritual consciousness.
But when he looked carefully, the low courtyard wall in the mountains, the main hall, and the newly repaired drum tower all became blurry in an instant.
It was like there was a layer of fog in front of me, and it seemed like I couldn't see anything.
However, the old man was very familiar with the plants and trees in the mountains, so he took out a silk scarf and gently wiped his eyes.
However, the moment he put down the silk scarf, the temple on the mountain became clear again.
After repeating this process over and over again, the old man finally let out a long sigh and closed his eyes. He thought about the two killers walking up the mountain in the dark that night.
He was thinking, why did Li Xiuyuan on the mountain have such strong self-confidence and not be afraid of the anger from the Meng Mansion in the imperial city and Helian Mingyue?
Could it be that he couldn't understand it, or that he couldn't look at the temple for a long time?
What if after spring, another gate tower and a long stone step up the mountain were built?
Not to mention, Li Xiuyuan also wanted to build a pavilion on the top of the mountain above the waterfall.
Thinking of this, the old man got up to sharpen his ink, took paper and pen, and traced on the paper along the beginning of the small street, all the way up to the foot of the temple.
Then we walked up the winding path to the mountain gate.
Go through the gate from the mountain gate to the main hall of the temple, go around in a circle and come out, one side is connected to the solitary tomb and the place where the pavilion will be built.
Resting his pen and inkstone on the table, the old man looked at the figures on the paper blankly, then closed his eyes, imagining the starry sky in the summer night, thinking about the seven bright stars...
With a sound of "Hoo!", the old man took a long breath and murmured to himself: "So, is this the way of heaven?"
He did not regard Li Xiuyuan's unintentional design as a peerless formation, but connected the formation on the ground with the seven stars in the sky.
Heaven and earth have a way, kings have a way, and people in the world should also have a way.
Then, how many people know the way and stick to it? How many lovers are there who truly respect God and Tao? Who else can abandon morality and justice for the sake of selfishness?
The old man has lived for countless years and has seen the Taoism of the world clearly and thoroughly.
And it wasn't until he watched it for countless days and nights, with tears streaming down his face, and almost going crazy, that he finally saw clearly the way of a corner of the sky.
It turns out that the way on earth is so close to the way of heaven.
As for the old man now, it was the most recent moment he had understood the truth of heaven and earth since his practice. Inexplicably, the old man shed two lines of tears.
I sighed again and again in my heart, it turned out that I had underestimated the young man on the mountain.
After sitting there for a long time, the old man sent a message to Li Xiuyuan on the mountain and said, "I watched for countless days and nights, and finally saw the array of seven stars in the sky..."
Li Xiuyuan was stunned. He didn't understand what the old man meant. It wasn't until he suddenly saw Huajiao standing on the top of the mountain, looking up at the sky to see the traces of snowflakes, that he finally understood.
He smiled and said, "Originally, I wanted to wait until the beginning of spring... Since senior has already seen it, please go up the mountain and let me help you see the starry sky."
The old man was overjoyed when he heard this and replied, "I'll go right away."
Full of joy, the old man walked through the snow on the street and bought a bag of roasted sweet potatoes, which both the little butterfly and the crow liked to eat.
Unknowingly, the old man regarded the two little guys as his juniors.
Although the lover who left him did not give birth to a boy or a girl in this life, the two stayed together for the rest of their lives and regarded every lovely child in Furong Town as their own.
The lover who failed to cross that threshold may be like Nangong Ruyu's mother who only stayed with Wuxin for a few short years.
The old man's lover only wanted to repay his love for three lifetimes in this life.
When leaving, he once asked the old man if he had any regrets. Holding a bag of hot roasted sweet potatoes, the old man recalled the scene on the day his lover left.
The old man burst into tears and murmured: "In this life, with you by my side, I have no regrets."
Li Xiuyuan, who was lighting a fire and boiling water in the living room on the mountain, stared blankly at the small red mud stove with red charcoal fire, listened to the old man's murmur, and thought about the road he had traveled along the way...
Thinking back to when he asked Wuxin and Jasmine in Kangchuan City, a place where sewage flowed, did they have any regrets?
Thinking about Dongfang Ruyu who has disappeared with the master, I would like to ask if you have any regrets after leaving Fengyun City?
I sighed secretly in my heart, thinking that only a person as open-minded and innocent as the old man can say that he has no regrets in his life, right?
He had never thought about this problem, and he didn't dare to think about it now.
Looking back on my journey, nothing was inevitable, everything seemed to be accidental.
Even the path designed by Master for himself may be taken by others first...
Just like that volume of "Nirvana Sutra" was clearly his future, but inadvertently, it became the future of a woman in Tianluo City.
