On this day, it wasn't until half past Xu's hour that Jiao helped Helian Ruoxue back from the pavilion.
Back in the house and lying on the bed, Helian Ruoxue's face gradually gained some vitality. She closed her eyes and was still gesticulating and mumbling with her hands.
Because sometimes it was too long to sit in the pavilion, so she squatted on the ground and touched the scriptures on the iron pillars. The energy and blood in her body became blocked somewhere.
When Zai Jiao helped her up, she was shaking all the way and almost fell to the ground.
But the current Qingfeng was different. Qingfeng had already meditated in the pavilion and could not see the situation of Helian Ruoxue. All he could see was the Buddhist scriptures on the iron pillars and the sword energy.
In this case, Jiao could only let him meditate in the pavilion. After all, she couldn't help Qingfeng, and her husband didn't ask her to help.
The old man had already had dinner, drank two cups of tea, and then went down the mountain.
He said that if Qingfeng wakes up, he will naturally know the way home, and there is no need for Jiao to worry about him.
Jiao looked at Helian Ruoxue's appearance and ignored her. After a tiring day, she went off to dream.
Now that Jiao Zi has returned from Tianshui, she is very satisfied. She is almost a completely different person from the one she was last year.
Not to mention that she also got the opportunity of Old Turtle of the East China Sea in Fushan.
She believed that as long as she followed her husband, she would one day see that sword intent, because her husband told her today that even after leaving the town and without the iron pillar, he could still copy a volume of Buddhist scriptures.
Let Jiao and Crow read between the lines of the Buddhist scriptures, gain insights, and find their own sword meaning.
Jiao couldn't help but ask: "Sir, will senior sister wake up and see the sword intention between the lines like the princess?"
Li Xiuyuan's answer was the same as the crow's: "I don't know."
At this time, she believed what the crow said, if you can see it, it is yours, if you can't see it, just wait a little longer.
The days were long, so she decided to wait a little longer.
There is a strange law in spiritual practice: if you can see something, you can see it; if you can't see it, you can't see it no matter how anxious you are.
This is a nonsense-like truth. It is similar to the saying in Buddhism that seeing is possession.
If Xiao Die'er wakes up at this time, she will tell Jiao Jiandao that the Tao of the Qin is like the Tao of the Qin, and the audible things have the same artistic conception as the sound of the Qin.
Just like the master played her a piece of yellow to watch the spring breeze, and she listened to it like a blanket of winter snow, it was not much different from playing the piano to a cow.
I don't know when Li Xiuyuan had learned to hide the sword, or he had already reached the state where he could send and receive it freely.
You can reveal your sword energy between the lines, or you can hide it as much as possible without leaking a trace of sword energy.
When he left the Buddhist scriptures and sword energy on the iron pillars of the pavilion, he did not know that there would be a breeze and a princess from the imperial city would come here to sit in the pavilion, meditate on the characters and learn the sword.
What he told the old man Gong Yangbo was that since he passed through this world, he had to leave some footprints.
Do something for future generations, even if it is something trivial.
Just like the iron pillars in the pavilion, if it were him who would express those sword intentions on the corridors of the temple.
I'm afraid that in less than ten or eight years, the last trace of sword will will be rubbed away by the hands of idiots like Qingfeng and Helian Ruoxue.
So he chose to make it from iron. The pavilion can protect the iron pillars from wind and rain for hundreds of years, and the sword meaning between the lines can exist in this world for hundreds of years, or even longer.
Whether a monk can see the sword's intention is entirely a matter of chance.
Just like when he was on Tianshan Mountain, Tang Qiuyu saw the Buddhist scriptures carved on the stone wall and saw the sword intent, but Li Hongxiu couldn't see it, and neither could Princess Xia Wutong.
It wasn't until one day when the two of them went to Fangcun Mountain that New Year's morning that Princess Wutong saw the sword intention carved on both sides of the gate.
Half asleep and half awake, Helian Ruoxue's hands trembled slightly, and she felt a breeze lingering between her fingers, ready to come out, just like the sword her aunt taught her to slash in the palace.
He murmured in his mouth, feeling happy in his heart, knowing that what he felt was not a breeze, but something different.
She wanted to share the current moment with Jiao out loud, but she felt that her eyelids were like a mountain, so heavy that no matter how much strength she exerted, she could not open her eyes.
In her dream, she could only sigh quietly.
At this time, the breeze is bathing in the starlight all over the sky, just like facing the rain of swords in the sky, every starlight shining is like a flame across the sky.
Of course, this is not a real flame, it is just Qingfeng's feeling at the moment, because he has not yet touched the faint wisp of flame.
The flames are in the night sky, just like the faint sword energy in the lines on the iron pillar.
He could only think about it with all his strength, thinking about it, and thinking about it. Without forgetting it, he wanted to keep this faint flame of the moment.
Melt him into the flesh and blood of your body, into your meridians, and into your fingers.
After sitting for a day, the breeze of the moment is still tireless, and the sea of spirits is as clear as the spring breeze blowing in February.
He had only one idea, to keep the wisp of flame streaking across the horizon in his fingers and turn it into his spiritual sword. Even though he has been practicing for decades, he has never been as happy as he is now.
The Duanmu family can be considered a big family, but the disciples in the family are all competing to practice hard and break through.
Who has ever really cared about comprehending that glimmer of sword intent that can only be encountered but cannot be sought?
It's like riding a horse all the way in the vast wilderness, but no one is willing to step off the horse's back, lower their head, turn over the tall green grass, and touch the wild hidden in the grass.
At the moment, he wanted to transform from a monk in a hurry to a horse herder.
Stop at this moment, lie down on the boundless grass, and feel the slow flow of breath between heaven and earth, just like him
I feel a ray of tenacious vitality, from the petals, from the green grass, from the white clouds floating in the sky.
Gently, try to touch the fire of life, without shaking your fingers into an afterimage, and try to carefully bring this wisp of flame from the sky back to the world.
Pass this tenacious life force from the valve to the flesh and blood of your body.
The light and shadow flowed, and the stars were like rain. Qingfeng, who was meditating, held a sword and stood under the starry sky. He tried to use the sword in his hand to cut down the rain of stars in the sky.
With all his thoughts in vain, he struck out like a meteor with one sword, but the meteor in the sky was faster than his sword.
Stick to your heart, hold the spiritual sword and try to block the stars that are falling like rain in the sky.
At this moment, he even stopped breathing and breathed together with the sky, earth and stars, just to block the rain of light in the sky.
However, even if he swings his sword like lightning, he is still no match for the light rain denser than snow in the starry sky, even if he borrows a faint flame between the lines on the stone pillar.
But it is still no match for the stars in the sky that turn into rain, and the rain becomes a sword
In the end, the unwilling Qingfeng roared and fell to the ground, just like a general on the battlefield who had drained the last drop of blood. He fell heavily and then lost consciousness.
Amidst the sound of morning bells, Li Xiuyuan went to the main hall to chant sutras in front of the Buddhas. This was his current practice.
After getting up early, Jiao washed herself, went to the yard to practice sword practice for half an hour, and then went to wash pots and cook porridge. This was her spiritual practice.
Crow rarely wakes up so early, but today he stayed beside the master and chanted sutras together in front of the Third Buddha.
The green grass in the mountains stretches quietly, and the apricots and peaches on the branches are about to ripen, exuding a faint fruity fragrance. As a gust of mountain wind blows into the Buddhist hall, it also blows into Jiao's room.
Slowly opening his eyes, Helian Ruoxue silently felt the current moment.
She didn't know what words to use to describe the current moment. After thinking about it, she could only try to compare herself to a clear spring in the mountains, quietly flowing towards the waterfall.
The winding and joyful road descended into the mountains, splashing thousands of piles of snow. In the end, I just wanted to embrace the spring water of the river.
At this moment, she wanted to go to the hillside to see if Qingfeng was still in a daze in the pavilion.
After realizing the power of a drop of water, she felt that she had returned to her childhood, lying on the small bridge in the palace garden.
On the edge, look at the free fish swimming around in her eyes.
She didn't even know what she had realized from the lines of the Buddhist scriptures?
All I know is that there are some differences between her today and Ruoxue yesterday. From today on, she will usher in a brand new beginning.
Just like my childhood aunt,
Lazily, she sighed softly and decided to go see the gentleman in the living room after washing up.
At Chenshi, Crow, who had finished reciting the Buddhist scriptures after his master, thought for a while and asked: "Master, do you think senior sister can see the sword intention?"
Li Xiuyuan smiled lightly and said, "When she wakes up in two days, you can ask her yourself."
In his opinion, in the wine shop in Ding'an City, Ximen Xiaoyu saw the sword intention from the spiritual sword, but he had forgotten whether Xiaodie'er also saw it with his aunt?
Time flies, and he can no longer remember all the past events. He feels that he is forgetting.
In front of time, it is like standing under the stars in the sky. Even today, I still look so small and ignorant.
Wu Wu knew some of Li Xiuyuan's past, and when he lowered his head and thought about it, he couldn't help but scream.
Bo murmured to himself: "If it were me, I would have completely forgotten about the Great Demon King!"
The crow didn't know how to describe his feelings at the moment, so he had to use the incident of the big devil to express his current shock.
Li Xiuyuan walked out of the hall with Crow in his arms and said with a smile: "Actually, being able to completely forget the past is sometimes a blessing. You won't even have any thoughts in your dreams, and naturally you won't have any worries."
"It seems that Master has a lot of troubles. I won't cause any trouble to you in the future."
Crow looked at Helian Ruoxue who was sitting in the corridor in a daze, and said softly: "Could this guy be Qingfeng's trouble? When I picked up Qingfeng, I also picked her up."
Li Xiuyuan looked at Helian Ruoxue's appearance and said softly: "Didn't I teach you that sometimes worries can turn into enlightenment?"
A trace of confusion flashed in Crow's eyes, and he frowned and replied, "I haven't started practicing Buddhism yet, so I don't want to think about these principles now."
Li Xiuyuan ignored him and just said to Helian Ruoxue: "You have been thinking about it in that pavilion all day. Do you want to go have a cup of tea now?"
Helian Ruoxue was just thinking about whether to go and see Qingfeng first, when she suddenly heard Li Xiuyuan's voice and couldn't help but smile.
He pointed to the pavilion not far away and smiled: "Qingfeng was in a daze in the pavilion last night. Sir, would you like to ask?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and smiled: "If he doesn't understand, it's useless for me to go; if he understands, he will naturally come back like you, let's go."
After saying that, he led Crow into the living room, followed Jiao who came out of the kitchen and shouted: "Jiao will make a bowl of porridge for that idiot."
"Don't worry, sir, I'll remember it." Jiao replied with a smile.
Helian Ruoxue sighed and waved to Jiao: "No need to bother sister, let me go." After saying that, he stood up and walked to the living room.
Jiao looked at her back, thought for a while and said: "The princess is just feeling bored. You can go to the town at the foot of the mountain for a walk. I can accompany you."
"No, I'm going to the pavilion to read Buddhist scriptures later."
Helian Ruoxue, who had not yet stepped into the living room, replied, thinking how could she want to go shopping now? ?
