Picking up the tea cup in front of him, Ouyang Xuan tried to treat this cup of spiritual tea as a cup of elixir to break through the realm.
I took a small taste, but it was so painful that I couldn't speak. It was so painful that I felt deep in my heart...
He was smart, but he did not spit out the spiritual tea in his mouth, but showed an extremely uncomfortable expression.
Said: "This sip of tea makes me deeply feel your bitterness, the bitterness you endure in your heart...I told you the bitterness, but you actually swallowed it all in your stomach."
Li Xiuyuan patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Yes, that's the truth. After drinking three cups of tea, think about whether it was you who suffered when you fought hard with me or this cup of tea."
Hearing these words, Ouyang was stunned with shock. The images flashed before his eyes one by one, and he was completely speechless.
In the battle that year, life and death were unknown, and he ended up with a broken limb...just like when Li Xiuyuan heard Loulan's sudden change just now.
Suddenly, there was an inexplicable thunder falling from the sky.
But this guy has to use a cup of bitter tea in his hand to understand the sufferings he suffered in those years that were worse than death, as well as how he struggled under the calamity when he broke through.
Understanding what he was shocked about, Li Xiuyuan smiled and said: "I hear the Tao in the morning and enter the Tao in the evening. What do you think?"
Quietly, Ouyang Xuan did not answer, but took another sip of the spiritual tea in the cup.
Because, he found that there was a hint of sweetness in this deep bitterness, a taste that he couldn't describe.
By the time he finished drinking a cup of spiritual tea, a thin layer of sweat was already forming on his forehead, and then he felt a thin line of sweat pouring out from his back.
It was like, just like the first time he used the elixir to temper it when he was young, his body was expelling some impurities at this moment.
He didn't even take out a silk scarf to wipe the sweat on his face, nor did he try to resolve the turbulent emotions in his heart. Instead, he tried to think about whether it was late winter or early spring, or a hot summer.
Li Xiuyuan looked at Ouyang Xuan's appearance, holding the teapot and slowly adding spiritual tea into his cup.
He said softly: "In the life of a mayfly, even though it knows life and death, it still has to bloom with all its strength to complete the delay of life. Isn't it the same as a human monk?"
Ouyang Xuan, who was holding a cup of spiritual tea, was shocked when he heard this. What is the difference between the life of a mayfly and the life of a human being?
If they are different, it is just a difference in the length of life.
And do you want to hear the Tao in the morning and enter the Tao in the evening? Do you want to be like a mayfly, reaching a higher realm in a limited life cycle?
Instead of being like the master, who didn't think of going to heaven and earth to ask for a magical medicine to break through the hurdle until he couldn't overcome it?
If that's the case, how does the young man in front of him compare?
Is the young man a monk more terrifying than him and his master, or is he a legend who has practiced Buddhism?
Can Buddhism enable a monk to find the way to immortality?
Staring at the spiritual tea in his hands, Ouyang Xuan took another sip, and then said: "I don't want to wait until I grow old to regret it..."
Li Xiuyuan was silent for a moment, took a sip of the spirit tea from the cup and sighed.
Jingjing said: "Although breaking through is important, when you reach a certain height, you will find that your state of mind is unstable. At that time, who will save your life?"
Ouyang Xuan raised his head when he heard this, looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked, "In your opinion, I am a mentally unstable person?"
Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan said: "When you were young, your Tao was in the hands of your parents, and later it became the palm of your master's hands. Now the Tao is in your own heart..."
"If you don't have your own way, and you have always just obeyed the way of your parents, or your master... one day, when they decide on their own, what will you do?"
Looking at Ouyang Xuan who was gradually enlightened, Li Xiuyuan continued: "Those who learn from me will die, and those who learn the Tao will live. If you don't understand this truth, you are just the second Ouyang Chongming!"
"Boom!" A sound sounded like thunder in Ouyang Xuan's divine sea.
It was as if he was sitting in front of the Buddha and was given a slap in the face, allowing him to suddenly understand a truth that he had been pondering but could not figure out.
Do you want to be the next head of the Snowfield Holy Land like Father Du, or do you want to become the elder of the sect like your master?
Or, perhaps, find an unfathomable opportunity, hear the truth, and become a person like the master of Meishan?
But the blind boy gave him a blow in the head and told him not to be a master like his parents, nor to be like his master who would regret it one day and be controlled by others.
With a slight sigh, Ouyang Xuan said: "I see, I will definitely surpass them..."
Slowly raising his head, Li Xiuyuan looked at the light and darkness in the sky outside the living room, and at the sunshine covered by heavy dark clouds in the nine heavens, with a smile on his face.
He said softly: "Then from this moment on, you must not only practice, but also cultivate your mind."
After Ouyang Xuan finished his second cup of spiritual tea, Li Xiuyuan added another cup for him.
Then he said in his ear: "The truth I told you about buying you a drink is hidden in this small cup of tea. You need to find it by yourself. No one else can help you."
Nodding, Ouyang Xuan said sincerely: "I seem to see the truth in this cup..."
"What does it look like?" Li Xiuyuan asked.
Holding a cup of spiritual tea and taking a sip, looking at the swirling tea in the cup, Ouyang Xuan suppressed the astonishment in his heart. He thought for a moment and said, "It seems like two fishes."
"Yes, you are one of the fishes in the cup. Think about it, where does the fish want to go in the end?"
Ouyang Xuan ignored him because he only had fish in his eyes and could no longer hear Li Xiuyuan's voice.
...
With a sigh, Li Xiuyuan drank three cups of spiritual tea.
He said to himself: "It's a matter of grudges and fate. It depends on you whether you can realize the truth or how much you can understand. I'm not your master, nor am I a god in this world."
He reached out and put away the iron arrows on the table, then walked out of the living room and put away all the iron arrows on the ground.
Tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, he will no longer forge swords, but will continue to complete Xiaodie'er's spiritual sword.
Sitting under the eaves outside the living room, bathing in the last cold wind of Lantian Town.
Li Xiuyuan held a small knife and began to carve on the iron arrows. Each rune was a mark. He wanted to carve his thoughts about Xiaodie'er into the iron arrows.
He didn't know why his junior sister broke off Wang Qiang's engagement in the end. Although Wang Qiang sometimes seemed a bit dull, the guy had a kind heart like gold.
Otherwise, he would not have carried himself down Tianhuang Mountain with Ping An.
This has nothing to do with Wang Qiang being his savior, or whether Miss Chen is his junior sister.
It has something to do with that guy Gongye Wuji.
If there are people who still have difficulties in Xuanwu Continent and don't want to see each other again, apart from the elders and head of the Wang family, Gongye Wuji is definitely the first person.
However, such a guy who disgusted him lived in the apricot garden that he had spent a lot of effort to build.
You know, the furniture inside was bought by the little princess from Phoenix City.
He didn't want to disturb his master's peace because of this incident, but he would destroy this courtyard with his own hands on the first day he returned to Loulan City.
You can spend countless efforts to build it, and you can naturally smooth it over with a wave of your hand.
Even if the junior sister had 10,000 reasons, it was still a matter between the Chen family and Gongye Wuzhi, not something that Li Xiuyuan needed to consider.
Just like when he cured his junior sister's mother's hidden illness at Zhufeng, he was only fulfilling the agreement he made with the dead man on Tianhuang Mountain.
It has nothing to do with the master of the Chen family or the junior sister.
As for Ximen Wuhen and the current master and disciple, these two guys were a joke in his eyes back then, let alone today.
So what if you occupy Tiandao Peak?
What does it have to do with me? What happened to Guan Zhufeng? I am just the disciple of Master and Teacher, not a disciple of Tianyun Mountain.
If you want to take advantage of Yuwen Liuli, you should first ask my colleague if he agrees, and then ask the owner of Meishan if he agrees!
At the time of Nirvana, Yuwen Liuli died once. Now he can be said to be the princess of Phoenix City, or he can be said to be the ancient Luan Bird after resurrection.
The Luan bird has its own pride, so how could it be missed by a shameless villain?
The knife in his hand wandered over the iron arrow like a dragon or a snake, but he sighed again and again in his heart. It turned out that the God of Destiny had arranged his way to heaven here.
It's not much easier than the dangers Huangfu Qingmei and the others are facing.
This was just the trouble Ouyang Xuan told him. He knew there would be more trouble waiting for him, after all, the Wang family disappeared in Loulan.
The genius of the Wuji Holy Land back then, the Qiuyun Mountain behind Gongye Wuji, and more dangers that he didn't know about or hadn't emerged yet...
Under this, he couldn't help but sigh softly.
He said to himself coldly: "Come on, everyone. Anyway, there is no need to worry about the debt. Pay it back slowly."
Even if Ouyang Xuan in front of him breaks through the realm of Wen Dao with his help, even if he breaks through two realms in one day, so what?
Ever since he set foot in the heavens, he has never been afraid of his opponents, who would one day surpass him.
The bigger the storm got, the more interested he became.
...
Ouyang Xuan in Lantian Town was hearing about it, but there were people in Baixue City who wanted to come to Yinchuan City.
However, the ice floes on the Tongtian River have not yet melted, and the ferry cannot sail, so no one can cross the river. Even if Sima Jue has recovered his health, he cannot even think about returning to the sect.
Sima Jingyun was worried about his younger brother and insisted on going back to Yinchuan City with him.
She did not tell her brother the reason, but she told her parents, Sima Mingkong and her mother Yun Shuiyan.
He said that he would send his younger brother back to the sect first, and then go to Xuefeng Mountain to see Wang Qiang.
After the last misunderstanding, Sima Jingyun became more and more aware of her brother's immaturity. She wanted to go to Yinchuan City to discuss this matter with Ouyang Manxue.
If the elders of the Snowfield Holy Land cannot teach their younger brothers how to behave, they might as well stay at home and practice.
After listening to Sima Jingyun's words, Yun Shuiyan said solemnly: "That's right, it's not like you can't practice at home. Just like you, will you become stupid after leaving Tianyun Mountain?"
But Sima Jingyun also knew that his younger brother had his own reasons. After all, there were many boys and girls in the Holy Land, and there were not so many rules like at home.
Thinking of this, she looked at her parents and said, "Don't worry about it now, wait until I go to see Wang Qiang and see how he is practicing."
Thinking that in the autumn, even if the two could not get married, they would still have to set the last date of their marriage, she had some expectations and some joy in her heart.
On this day, she didn't expect it, but because of her junior sister's incident, she finally got an advantage.
At this moment, there was a burst of extremely annoyed shouting outside the living room: "Sister, I'm not a three-year-old child, do you have to send me back to the sect?"
Click, click, click, the soles of the shoes hit the bluestone ground, making an unpleasant sound.
Hearing this, even Sima Jingyun's father Sima Mingkong couldn't help but frowned. Is this his son?
Take a walk and look like a gangster in Snow White City.
He was so angry that he yelled: "Next time when I come back, if I can't even learn how to walk, I'll break my legs and stay at home to avoid being embarrassed when I go out."
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