From this moment on, Li Xiuyuan stopped copying Buddhist scriptures and handed over this task to Qingfeng.
Let him copy Buddhist scriptures for an hour every day, and let him arrange the rest of the time by himself, whether he practices sword practice or goes to the pavilion to read Buddhist scriptures.
The old man at the foot of the mountain, Gong Yangbo, was also happy for Li Xiuyuan. After all, the issue of the successor in the temple was resolved.
In the years and months to come, at least he would have the breeze to practice with him, and he could talk and make a pot of spiritual tea, which was also a beautiful thing.
In the old man's view, Qingfeng, him, and even Li Xiuyuan got what they wanted.
When I saw that all the peaches on the tree were about to be eaten.
Mao hour, the horizon
The door of the Tibetan Buddha Hall, which had been closed for many days, "squeaked!!", gently opened from the inside, and a golden light flowed out.
He walked around the temple twice, then escaped from the blockade and headed towards the woods in the mountains.
First, we walked around the pavilion on the hillside twice, and then like a ray of light flying down the waterfall in front of the mountain, we played in the Tao River for a while.
Finally, as the sky became brighter and brighter, a sound of "Whoosh!!" came from the river to the sky and returned to the towering ancient trees in the mountains.
I stared blankly at the few peach apricots on the tree. After thinking about it, I picked an apricot and took two bites.
With his hand, he picked another peach from another peach tree and started to nibble on it.
I don't know how many apricots and peaches I ate, then I touched my belly and stared at the breeze coming up step by step from the bottom of the mountain.
After thinking again and again, he finally returned to his original appearance as the golden light circulated.
Qingfeng went out a little early today, and the noodle stalls on the street were not open yet. He planned to let Jiao cook some more porridge and eat it on the mountain.
He would first recite sutras with his husband, then copy Buddhist scriptures for a while, and then go to the pavilion to look at swords in the afternoon.
He had never had such a life before. Whether he was in the Duanmu family or practicing with his master in the temple in Dongfang County, it seemed that he was not as fulfilled as he was now.
While he was thinking about it, a gust of wind blew up from the mountain, fluttering his monk's clothes, and a faint fruity fragrance came from the mountain.
Looking up, he didn't come back to his senses for a while, his mouth was open and he couldn't close it. After a while, he murmured with a smile: "Senior sister, why did you climb up the tree to play?"
I saw a girl in a red dress standing on the peach tree. She looked like a fairy, not like a mortal.
However, Xiao Longer, who had been sleeping for an unknown number of days, transformed into a dragon and left the Buddhist hall. After playing some games in the mountains, he filled his stomach and blocked the breeze on the mountain road.
"then!!"
Xiaodie'er threw the peach in her hand to Qingfeng and asked, "You guys have almost eaten all these peaches and Xing'er, and the master didn't wake me up. You are so shameless."
Qingfeng took the peach and sighed lightly: "Crow, Pepper, and I have always wanted to call Senior Sister, but Mr. He doesn't allow us to disturb your practice."
Xiao Die'er said "Oh!" and asked, "How long have I been sleeping? Is there anything interesting happening in the mountains these days?"
Qingfeng thought for a while and replied: "A group of bandits came and were wiped out by my husband. In one day, the mountain turned into a fairyland because of my husband's destruction."
Xiao Die'er exclaimed: "What should I say? I just slept for a while and woke up changed. It turns out it was my husband who broke through."
At this moment, a gentle voice sounded in their ears: "Qingfeng, do you also want to go up the tree and play? Xiaodie, have you had enough?"
"ah"
Xiao Die'er was startled suddenly and almost fell from the tree. She turned around and shouted: "Master, don't scare Xiao Die'er from behind, I'm coming."
After saying this, it was like a gust of wind, flying down from the tall peach tree and heading towards the mountain.
While shouting: "Qingfeng, if you are fine, go play in the tree."
In the early morning of this day, because Xiaodieer woke up, Li Xiuyuan did not go to the Buddha to chant sutras, but gave this task to Qingfeng.
After washing up, he took Xiao Die'er out of the gate and went for a walk in the mountains.
Xiaodie'er is his disciple, and like his daughter, he misses her very much after not seeing her for many days.
Holding the master's hand, Xiao Die'er still looked small and childish, and had not grown up after transforming into a dragon.
Stepping through the morning fog, Li Xiuyuan sighed softly.
He said to her seriously: "Xiaodie'er, before we leave this world, you are not allowed to leave my side or break through again. Do you understand?"
"Master, why?" Xiao Die'er was startled and her eyes suddenly rolled up.
"Don't think that you will be great after you break through."
Li Xiuyuan took her to the pavilion on the hillside and said, "If you want to become a female saint one day, and if you want to go back to the wilderness to see your grandmother, you can't break through the tribulations in this world."
"I am only saying this to you alone. I have not even said it to Crow and Pepper. Can you understand my painstaking efforts? I told you that you need to cultivate your mind now."
Looking at the Ikake Falls in front of him and the Peach River at the foot of the mountain, Li Xiuyuan continued: "Maybe we will leave here in winter."
Xiao Die'er was startled at first, and then a look of joy appeared on her face.
He nodded: "Xiaodie'er naturally wants to listen to the master's words. I'm just surprised that when I woke up, the Divine Dragon Tower was gone, and even the senior brothers and sisters in the tower were gone."
After chattering for a while, Xiaodieer told Li Xiuyuan her experience in the tower.
But no matter how smart Li Xiuyuan was, he never expected that Xiao Die'er could pass countless tests like this. Thinking about it, he couldn't help laughing.
In the sky and on earth, there is only one Xiao Die'er who can think of this weird method and fool several peerless experts.
In the end, he only had to slash out his sword, and he got the chance to transform into a dragon.
Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but look at her and admired: "Xiaodie'er, do you know how much hardship I suffered in order to transform into a dragon?"
Xiaodie'er nodded: "I know about this. My mother secretly told Xiaodie'er many times about my godfather."
"Her."
Li Xiuyuan shook his head: "Your mother and father only have a trace of dragon blood, but you have the purest dragon essence and blood. It's a pity that I'm gone now."
"Hehe, don't be afraid, godfather. When Xiaodie'er becomes more powerful in the future, I will protect you."
Xiao Die'er continued: "Daddy, Xiao Die'er has seven different kinds of dragon energy in my body. Senior sister said I am the most powerful divine dragon in the world."
Li Xiuyuan smiled faintly: "You have already transformed into a dragon without even entering the Dragon Transformation Pond. Naturally, you are the most magical little guy in the world."
After thinking about it, Li Xiuyuan touched her head and said, "You can let Wu Wu know about this. Junior Sister Jiao, don't tell her for the time being, let alone others."
A wry smile appeared on Xiao Die'er's face: "Then Xiao Die'er can't fly anymore."
"No, unless one day you step into the realm of mortal transformation, unless one day I find a saint for you to be your master."
Li Xiuyuan sighed and murmured, "Masters don't know how to teach. You need a saint to be your teacher."
Shaking his head: "Xiaodie is very satisfied if she has a master."
Li Xiuyuan smiled faintly: "I told you before, you have to understand the meaning of heaven and earth. There will be some rules tomorrow. Look at the sky, the earth, all living beings, and yourself."
After a pause, Li Xiuyuan continued to ask: "So, what did you see in Yunqi Temple?"
Xiao Die'er shook her head and said nothing.
Li Xiuyuan sighed and smiled bitterly: "If you can't do what I want you to do, you will eventually have to break through and become a monk like the old man at the foot of the mountain. Even if you become an immortal one day, you will not be able to become a saint. "
Xiao Die'er was startled, and then she said honestly: "Xiao Die'er knows that she was wrong and won't run around outside anymore."
Sighing three times in a row, Li Xiuyuan pointed to the iron pillar in front of him and said to Xiaodie'er: "Qingfeng and Princess, you can see two sword intentions in these words. Sit here and take a look."
After speaking, stand up
As he walked towards the temple, he said, "I'll ask Jiao to come and ask you to eat later."
Xiao Die'er said "Oh!" She didn't expect that just after she woke up, the master would take her to the pavilion to read Buddhist scriptures.
Aren’t there Buddhist scriptures carved everywhere in Xindao Temple? Even in his dream, he slept in a Buddhist hall filled with Buddhist scriptures.
However, when she took one look, she was stunned and speechless.
When he returned to the Buddhist hall, Qingfeng had just finished reciting a volume of Buddhist scriptures and returned to the living room, where he was boiling water to make tea.
Jiao and Helian Ruoxue have woken up and are preparing breakfast.
Qingfeng saw Li Xiuyuan coming back alone and couldn't help but ask: "Sir, where did Senior Sister go? Why didn't she come back with you?"
Li Xiuyuan pointed to the outside of the temple and replied: "Both you and the princess have seen the sword intention. I will let her sit there and watch for a while, and then call her back during dinner."
Qingfeng thought for a while and asked, "Qingfeng would like to ask Sir about the practice of sword intention."
"Tell me, it just so happens that everything will be fine."
Li Xiuyuan said while checking the teapot: "In my opinion, sword training is just a skilled job without much skill."
Qingfeng asked: "Excuse me, sir, if the starlight in the sky is compared to a rain of swords, how can I break it? With sword energy? Or with the body-protecting energy?"
Qingfeng knocked Li Xiuyuan down with just the simplest words.
Even though he had practiced swordsmanship since he was a child, and had already mastered the Zhanxue sword to the point where he could condense a trace of the power of law, he was still stumped by Qingfeng's question.
After thinking about it for a while, he had no choice but to smile bitterly and said, "Man will never be able to defeat God."
Qingfeng nodded, obviously agreeing with Li Xiuyuan's answer, and continued to ask: "If this is the case, why do we still practice so hard?"
Li Xiuyuan sighed. He thought of the Tianshan Mountains back then, and of that amazing sword strike that killed fifteen snowflakes for his husband.
Looking back on this journey, he always regarded his husband as his goal to surpass, until one day, he surpassed his husband.
So what happens next?
Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan did not discuss sword skills and sword intention with Qingfeng, but just replied in a solemn voice: "When you are weak, every opponent you encounter is your enemy!"
"If you want to survive, you can only try your best to surpass them. When you stand at a very high place and find it difficult to meet opponents around you, who is your opponent?"
"Everything in the world, even a powerful enemy you encounter, is just a light on your way forward. When one day, you yourself become that light, do you still want to practice?"
Qingfeng was stunned when he heard this and asked, "What does this have to do with sword intent?"
Li Xiuyuan looked at him and shook his head, and said: "Whether it's snow in the sky or stars in the sky, it's just a goal that makes you feel awe, but it doesn't ask you to defeat them."
"A piece of snow is very thin. When a snow mountain collapses, it can destroy you mercilessly. Before that, do you want to try to chop off a snowflake?"
"Even if you can cut countless snows with one sword, you still look so weak and powerless when faced with the flying snow and the collapse of a snow mountain. So, do you want to practice?"
When Helian Ruoxue heard this, she couldn't help but reply: "Sir, my aunt said that even if the sky falls, it can't stop us from practicing."
Qingfeng thought for a while and smiled bitterly: "I'm thinking too much. I'd better cultivate this wisp of flame into a sword energy first."
At that moment, Xiaodie'er's voice came from outside the temple: "Master, I'm hungry."
