For Chong Deng, he rarely teaches the art of swordsmanship, because he knows that his three disciples are all top swordsmanship wizards, and they will have their own understanding and creation of swords in the future.
"In addition to one's own talent, what is more important in the journey of practice is the state of mind. To practice, you must first cultivate the mind. Only when the state of mind is repaired, can the cultivation be unimpeded. Luck is in the inner palace, in harmony with the heaven and earth, and comprehends nature. The great road is inactive, and the great road is unimpeded. But don’t do it.”
"We walk in this world of mountains and seas, and spend our whole lives just seeking peace of mind. No matter how high our cultivation level is, one day the army will be defeated and the Tao will disappear. The power will be supreme, and there will also be a day when the soul will return to the dust. The prosperity of the world is just a passing cloud. Floating clouds."
"But I am not telling you this to let you see through this world, but I hope you know this and can sincerely go on a good journey. This is why I want to see you have your own stories and lives in the future. ."
Several people were young at the time and could only remember what Chong Deng said, but they did not understand the specific meaning of what the master said.
"My story is that there is a master, a senior brother and a senior sister, and there is Changliu." Miao Keke hugged the sky with both hands and laughed loudly.
Wu Jinghong scoffed and remained silent.
Luo Chengdong nodded truthfully and said, "Me too."
At that moment, Wu Jinghong looked at Luo Chengdong. He didn't know when, but under Chong Deng's subtle influence, except for his still quiet personality, his words and deeds became more and more similar to his master.
Between his eyebrows and his eyes, between talking and laughing, everything is calm and leisurely.
Chong Deng looked at the three disciples under his knees, his face softened.
The years are just right, time never gets old, and everyone will never go away.
"You are still young, and the young eagles have to grow by leaps and bounds before they spread their wings. When you grow up, you have to go down the mountain to experience, and you have to solve problems for the master. How can you stick to the master like you do now?" Chong Deng pretended to be serious, and he was an immortal master. Feng Feng said.
"Then Master, can you keep me from growing up?" Miao Keke asked innocently.
"Can't."
"Then can we go down the mountain to practice with the master?" Luo Chengdong thought of the key.
As soon as he said this, even Wu Jinghong couldn't help but cast a somewhat hopeful look.
Chong Deng nodded, thought about it seriously, and said, "This is a good idea. Why didn't I think of it?"
The three of them were overjoyed. They had been up the mountain for several years. Except for visiting more than 70 mountains around Changliu Mountain, they had never been down the mountain before.
For the three children who have grown up in the human world since childhood, they still can't help but feel a little concerned about them.
Chong Deng glanced at the three of them one by one and said seriously, "Then it's time for my teacher to test you. If your practice is not up to standard, my teacher can't agree to it."
The three of them knelt and sat on one side, looking at Chong Deng honestly, as if they were ready.
In the end, even Chong Deng didn't expect the accident to come so suddenly.
Among the three disciples, Miao Keke, who is only seven years old, is already in the Qi Transformation state.
Luochengdong is eight years old and in the Qi Transformation Realm.
The twelve dances startle the dragon, and the state of Qi transformation is complete.
It had only been a few years since they had climbed the mountain, which shows how terrifying the talents of the three of them were.
In the new year, the osmanthus stamens hang high on the branches, and the fragrance is overflowing. The bamboo dew is slightly dew, and a man in white clothes floats away with three disciples.
In the alleys of the world, three people were playing and chasing each other, holding various antiques in their hands as they walked through the streets.
With a sad look on his face, Chong Deng ran to the east alley to catch Miao Keke, and then ran to the west alley to catch Luo Chengdong. The two children were still in love, and they were even more at home in the mortal world, so happy.
When the three masters and apprentices finally got together, they suddenly discovered that Wu Jinghong was missing. Chong Deng looked helpless and had no choice but to hold his two beloved disciples tightly and search the streets for their senior sister.
In front of a rouge stall, Wu Jinghong was dressing up in the mirror and was concentrating on choosing various kinds of rouge and gouache. Little did she know that her master, junior brothers and sisters were standing behind and looking at her curiously.
Red pink and jade, she was stunned by the dance. The boss on the side had a keen eye and saw that she was not like an ordinary child. She was rich and noble, so he worked hard to encourage sales on one side.
In the end, Wu Jinghong had something she liked. Just when she was about to buy it and settle the bill, she discovered that she didn't have any money with her.
"Xiao Wu looks like a fairy without any red makeup. With all this rouge, she looks really good." Behind him, Chong Deng looked at her for a while and said with his tongue.
This sound startled Wu Jinghong. When she came to her senses, she immediately realized her shyness and wanted to reach out and wipe away the traces on her face.
Chong Deng stretched out his hand to stop her and said, "It's taken me so long to put on the makeup, but I can't mess around with the flowers. We have to go to the market to admire the lanterns later in the evening."
Wu Jinghong blushed. At this moment, her little daughter's family attitude was clearly on display.
"Yes, senior sister, she really looks pretty with the red makeup, as pretty as the fairy in the book." Luo Chengdong said softly from the side.
Wu Jinghong glanced over. Her youthful face was already somewhat charming. She said suspiciously, "You have never seen the fairy in the book. How could you say that I look like her?".net
Luo Chengdong frowned and thought carefully, then replied, "But the book says that fairies are all alone in the world, not stained by dust. They have long heads and eyebrows, and are slim and graceful. I think the way my senior sister looks is what the book says." .Although I haven’t seen it, it should be right.”
Wu Jinghong looked at Luo Chengdong's serious expression and felt ashamed for a moment.
Chong Deng was in a good mood. He put the two of them on the ground, turned back to the stall owner and said, "My daughter helped me put the rouge she picked out earlier. We bought them all."
Wu Jinghong said hurriedly, "Master, if not this much, just a few boxes will be enough."
Chong Deng blinked, pointed at the short Miao Keke, and said, "You have to do it, little junior sister."
Miao Keke kept grinning, nodded and said, "Yes, I also want to be like my senior sister, put on makeup and be a fairy."
Wu Jinghong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and was about to say something, but the hawker had already quick eyes and quick hands, sorting and packaging all the rouge that Wu Jinghong had tried before. After Chong Deng settled the bill, he did not forget to raise the delicate package in his hand to her.
The word "rouge" was originally meant for the women in this world.
How can a woman not love beauty? A woman puts on makeup and rouge on her face, just like the scenic scenery of a famous river, and she cannot let go of it.
As autumn turns to winter, white snow is flying outside the door of a small courtyard, and the world is completely white and covered in silver.
As soon as Chong Deng opened the door of the small courtyard, he saw three senior sisters and brothers building a snowman in the courtyard. The snowman was exquisite, and in the center was a slender statue. The facial features and expression were exactly the same as Chong Deng's, lifelike.
Chong Deng's eyes were bright, and he walked straight to the snowman, looked up and down, and after a long while, he said softly, "Who built this?"
Miao Keke came running up holding an armful of heavy snow and shouted, "It's the three of us. I'm responsible for shoveling the snow. The younger brother masters the gestures for the elder sister, and then the elder sister draws it herself. Master, do you think it looks like you?" Similar?"
Chong Deng leaned over and picked up Miao Keke, pointed towards the statue with one hand, and asked puzzledly, "Then why is Master's face yellow?"
Miao Keke blushed and whispered, "I accidentally fell down when I was holding the snow, and the white snow was dirty when it fell to the ground. I originally wanted to shovel it again, but the senior sister said that the master will be back soon, so there can be no delay. So I can only use it like this for now.”
Chong Deng had a dark face and looked at Wu Jinghong and Luo Chengdong who were holding back smiles.
"You did this on purpose, right?"
"Master, I want to give you a surprise. I really didn't mean it."
"Yes, besides, the master is an enlightened immortal. It doesn't matter if his face turns yellow when he enters the mortal world. This is called doing as the Romans do." Luo Chengdong agreed.
Chong Deng was thoughtful, nodded for a moment, and said, "You are still thoughtful for me, not bad."
Wu Jinghong turned his head and saw Luo Chengdong smiling at him. The two looked at each other and felt happy.
The ground was covered with heavy snow in winter, and the warm sun hung in the sky during the day. Chong Deng walked to the snowman as tall as himself, then smiled at his three apprentices and said, "Compared with this statue, my teacher, who do you like more?" ah?"
The three of them didn't hesitate, they all pointed to Chong Deng and said, "I like the real master."
Chong Deng was very happy. He smiled and said, "What about this snowman master? It doesn't have its own apprentice."
Miao Keke tugged on Chongdeng's collar and muttered, "That won't work, this snowman master also needs to have apprentices."
So, on that warm afternoon, the four people in the small courtyard cheered and laughed with each other, stepping on the white snow and running in the light of the snow. Looking around, one person always has a lingering smile on his face, and the reflection in his eyes is his three beloved disciples.
On the snow, next to the slender snowman, there are three small snowmen. They are nestling next to them, looking at the snowman above.
Chong Deng has always known that although the three people have different life experiences and personalities, they have always had one thing in common, which is isolation and rejection of the world.
The three of them are all lonely, but they are very stubborn and arrogant. In their own world, even in a small corner, they can still live out their strength.
Until one day, when they were huddled and shivering in their respective corners of the world, at the end of darkness and loneliness, unwilling to accept everything from the outside world, a person came with light and warmed their young hearts.
What the three of them heard the most was what Chong Deng kept saying.
"It doesn't matter. The darker the sky, the brighter the stars will be."
He has been an encouragement and companion to fill the void and loneliness that began in the three's childhood.
Some people are lucky, but luck is not always there. In the years when they lost Chongdeng, the three of them had their own opportunities and experiences, but their sincere and flawless hearts were influenced by Chongdeng, and their swordsmanship improved by leaps and bounds.
Unfortunately, the wind picked up later, and some people lit cigarettes against the wind, some watched the sea at night, and some fell in love with someone.
The outside world is still too confusing, and lonely people may not be able to escape their fate after all. The moment of happiness only lasts for a moment, and in the end they are still alone.
The mountains, rivers, lakes and seas were all strange and strange. The best master took them to many places in the mountains and seas. A gentle man in green clothes, accompanied by three children, walked through the four seasons and mountains and rivers scene after scene, singing and laughing through the years.
The children also turned into teenagers, the fire was like song and the sun was like fire.
The years are not absurd, absurdity is our growth. We always think that the future will be long, but the ending is that things have changed and people have changed.
