Yuan Qing came back to his senses and looked at Zhu Ling'er. When their eyes met, his heart felt hot and he couldn't help but said: "Ling'er..."
The words came to his lips but he didn't know what to say, so he just stared at her blankly.
Seeing Yuan Qing's silly look, Zhu Ling'er couldn't help but chuckle and whispered "idiot" in a low voice. Then she deliberately cleared her throat and asked in a high tone: "Why do you call me fairy?"
Yuan Qing was speechless at once: "Ahem, um... it's raining, and I'm afraid you'll get sick from the cold in the rain. uh... why don't you go to my place and have a cup of tea to drive away the cold?"
Zhu Ling'er burst out laughing when she heard Yuan Qing speak, but she stopped it in a blink of an eye, and said with a look of reluctant agreement: "You have a filial piety," she immediately stepped forward, and after walking for a while, she turned around and saw Yuan Qing. Still standing there stupidly, he couldn't help shouting: "What are you doing standing still? Why don't you catch up quickly?"
After saying that, he turned around and couldn't help but burst into laughter after walking a few steps.
Yuan Qing scratched his head, wondering what was wrong with him, and then followed him, turning a deaf ear to the laughter like silver bells floating in the bamboo forest.
Back at Qingyuan Residence, the two of them skillfully brewed tea and sat in meditation while drinking it.
A moment later, Yuan Qing was about to say something, but he found Zhu Ling'er sitting opposite and staring straight at him. His face suddenly turned red. At this time, Zhu Ling'er blinked and asked, "Yuan Qing, do you feel anything strange?"
Yuan Qing was stunned for a moment, then closed his eyes and looked inside. The residual embryo in his dantian slowly rotated, and there was an extra sword energy unknowingly. When he was overjoyed, he suddenly discovered that there were four faint sword-shaped voids in the Niwan Palace. film. Four sword shadows stand at four corners, with the sword tips pointing downward. They seem to attract and repel each other. There is a little silver light in the middle, shaped like a lotus seed.
Yuan Qing opened his eyes and said: "There are four more true meanings of swordsmanship in my body at this moment. They are the 'movement' that can be understood in the Fufeng Sword; the 'quiet' that can be understood in the Linyuan Sword; the 'softness' that can be understood in the Taiyi Sword; And the 'hardness' that I just realized in the killing sword. In addition, there is an extra sword energy, what, is there anything wrong with it?"
Zhu Ling'er burst out laughing: "Yuan Qing, how do I know if it's okay or not? Have you made your brain stupid by practicing swordsmanship? I just feel that your spiritual pressure has increased again and your aura is sharp. I think your cultivation has improved again." , just asking casually."
After hearing this, Yuan Qing just scratched his head and thought to himself: Could it be that his cultivation has not calmed down and his breath has not calmed down, causing his mind to be unclear? No, he must adjust his breath well.
Seemingly seeing what Yuan Qing was thinking, Zhu Ling'er stood up and said, "Okay, I've drank the tea. You can adjust your breath well. I'm leaving."
Yuan Qing stood up to see each other off. After returning to the house, he went into meditation and looked inside. According to the Sword Classic, the way of swords lies in the complementation of righteousness and wonder, the harmony of movement and stillness, the harmony of hardness and softness, and the use of the method of yin and yang to refine the balance between movement and stillness, hardness and softness. The true meaning of swordsmanship, this true meaning is the foundation of future enlightenment and the source of swordsmanship.
Different from ordinary sword-controlling methods, all the excellent swordsmanship recorded in the Swordsmanship Chapter of the Sword Classic are all based on the intention to control the sword.
Generally, to control a magical weapon, you first attach your own magic power to the magical weapon, stimulate the power of the magical weapon, and then guide it with spiritual thoughts to fight against the enemy.
To wield a sword with one's mind is to combine one's own sword intention with the sword, condense the sharp energy of the sword body and one's own pure sword energy into a sharp sword light, and move the sword with thought, and can break all the world's laws with one sword at the deepest level.
Yuan Qing was immersed in the mystery of swordsmanship at this time. The sword shadows in the sea of consciousness danced one after another. During the collision, some crystal fragments fell. In an instant, they were absorbed by the silver light in the middle. The remaining embryos in the Qi Palace also slowly accelerated their rotation. The vitality of the surrounding heaven and earth is continuously being refined into pure sword energy.
As spring passes and autumn comes, the leaves outside the mountains turn yellow and turn green four times, but inside the mountains there is still a lush and lush scene. In the past four years, many disciples have failed to build the foundation and have passed the time limit. They have gone down the mountain to look for opportunities, and the mountain has become much deserted.
The remaining disciples went about their own business, either practicing or going to the Sutra Pavilion or Chuan Gong Pavilion to inquire about the Dharma every day. When they met each other, they simply waved their hands and said goodbye in a hurry. Occasionally, they would chat with acquaintances in their free time, and their lives were as ordinary as water.
After four years of hard training, Yuan Qing finally mastered the eleventh sword energy. His sharp energy gradually emerged, and the silver light in the sea of consciousness grew to the size of an inch. There were four small swords like star points surrounding it. It looked like Quite magical.
Zhu Ling'er didn't know why she stopped practicing two years ago. Every day she was either hanging out in the back mountain or practicing swordplay with Yuan Qing while drinking tea.
After the unremitting efforts of the two, the Xingshen Tea was finally finished a year ago.
However, Zhu Ling'er accidentally discovered a tea tree in the back mountain and immediately picked a lot of it. However, the tea tasted bitter and had no refreshing effect.
Yuan Qing woke up from his trance and looked at the sky. There was only a little afterglow left on the horizon. The bamboo forest seemed to be dyed a golden red. There were insects and birds chirping from time to time around him, as if they were whispers in the mountains. The quiet and peaceful atmosphere was soon broken by a sweet shout.
"Yuanqing, I caught a pheasant! There is roast chicken to eat!" I saw a young girl in her twenties walking briskly. She had starry eyes and white teeth. She did not apply any powder and her color was like the morning glow reflecting the snow. The hair is pulled back and the simple Taoist robe is more beautiful than the moonlight.
A blue ribbon floated in the air behind him, with a pheasant tied to it, and it screamed twice.
Yuan Qing stood up from the bluestone and walked up to him. He said as he walked: "Ling'er, the grains and birds contain a lot of mottled gases, which is not conducive to spiritual practice. Besides, you see that this chicken crows pitifully. Why don't you let him go today?" .”
As if two crescent moons had fallen into her eyes, Zhu Ling'er smiled and said in a sweet voice: "It's been two months since the last time I ate, and any impurities have been eliminated long ago. Go and bake it for me." Well."
Yuan Qing looked at her and smiled fondly and said, "Okay, then you take care of this chicken first, and I'll be right back." After a few words, he disappeared without a trace.
Zhu Ling'er smiled and said "Okay" and then started to process the ingredients. With just a flick of her finger, an ice thorn penetrated from the head of the chicken and came out from the back a moment later. Blood and water were mixed with internal organs fragments from the small hole. Then he stretched out his hand a little, and a stream of water penetrated the chicken body like a rope. In a few breaths, the chicken was cleaned. Then the fire came out, and in the blink of an eye, the chicken feathers were burned away, but the chicken skin was not burned at all. Mark of.
After doing all this, Zhu Ling'er sat on the bluestone and waited for Yuan Qing to come back, but there was always a hint of sadness between her eyebrows.
After a while Yuan Qing came back, holding a few unknown large leaves in his hand.
When Zhu Ling'er saw Yuan Qing coming back, she immediately smiled and pointed at a few leaves and asked, "What are you doing with these leaves? Do you want to make clothes for this chicken?"
Yuan Qing smiled mysteriously: "You will know later."
After speaking, he picked a relatively flat piece of ground, and with a flick of his finger, the sword energy blasted out a pit half a foot deep. Then his figure flashed, and when he came back, he raised his hand and pushed the chopped bamboo and rocks of different sizes. The block fell off.
Yuan Qing laid the stones flat on the bottom of the pit, then covered the stones with bamboos, and then said to Zhu Ling'er: "Trouble Fairy to light this pile of bamboos."
Zhu Ling'er didn't know why, but she still did as she was told.
At this time, Yuan Qing picked up the pheasant and walked to the pond. First, he wrapped it tightly with leaves. Without using magic, he dug out the mud from the pond with his bare hands and spread it layer by layer on the outside of the leaves. Finally, the whole chicken became a A ball of mud.
Then he took the mud ball into the pit that had been burned just now, covered it with a thick layer of bamboo, and asked Zhu Ling'er to light it. Then he washed off the dirt on his hands and sat side by side on the bluestone with Zhu Ling'er.
Half an hour later, Yuan Qing took out the burnt black mud ball and pressed it with his empty hand. The mud shell cracked, and the fragrance suddenly hit his nostrils. When he uncovered the leaves, they were covered with oil, which made people move their fingers.
Yuan Qing took off a chicken leg and handed it to Zhu Ling'er. He took a bite and left a sweet taste on his lips and teeth. The two men quickly swept away the entire chicken, and the broken bones were burned into dregs by a fireball.
"Does this recipe have a name?" Zhu Ling'er asked with satisfaction after eating.
"It's just a recipe that my grandpa told me when I was a kid, called 'Beggar's Chicken'. This is the first time I've tried it, and it's pretty good." Yuan Qing replied with a smile.
"Okay, now that you've eaten, it's time to move around. Come and let me see if you've made any progress?" He stood up, his blue silk ribbon spitting out a message like a poisonous snake, ready to move.
After Yuan Qing heard this, he stood up and ran away. He heard from a distance: "I remembered that there is something urgent in the house, so I said goodbye." He disappeared in a blink of an eye.
Zhu Ling'er just stood quietly watching Yuan Qing walk away, her brows and eyes filled with tenderness like water. But gradually, more and more heavy thoughts fell into the water, making ripples in circles.
In the seven days since she came down, Yuan Qing has not seen Zhu Ling'er again. When he went to her Lingshui Pavilion, he only saw that the formation was fully open, and there were waves of water mist inside, making it difficult to see clearly.
Seven days later, Yuan Qing was meditating when he suddenly felt a huge burst of spiritual pressure coming from Lingshui Pavilion. He hurriedly collected his skills and rushed over. When he arrived, he found that the water mist of the formation was still there, and then he seemed to have thought of something, but he was not sure, so he just waited nervously outside the formation.
Many people around were attracted by this spiritual pressure and came one after another, but they all remained silent as if they had a tacit understanding.
Half an hour later, dots of aqua blue light lit up around the bamboo house, disappearing in the blink of an eye. Then the spiritual pressure increased even further, far exceeding the upper limit of a Qi-training monk.
After an unknown amount of time, a green light appeared in front of Lingshui Pavilion, and Xu Jingtian, dressed in a black Taoist robe, appeared. He first returned the courtesy with the disciples around him, and then looked into the Zhu Room, with a faint green light in his eyes, and his face was full of approval. smile.
Zhu Ling'er was sitting quietly in the room at this time. The magic power throughout her body was surging but smooth and peaceful. It was running along the eight meridians of the great and small heavens. Her whole person fell into a mysterious state that seemed like a dream but not a dream, and seemed to be awake but not awake. It felt as if there was something inside her body. The layers of barriers are being opened. For the first time, I feel that my inner world is connected to the outside world. A large amount of water spiritual energy is continuously poured into my body. The originally perfect mana surges again and begins to widen the meridians and energy around my body. The impurities hidden in my body follow The flow of spiritual energy is constantly being flushed and washed.
At first, there was some numbness, soreness, and swelling. Later, I just felt like I was soaking in a hot spring. Every pore in my body was opened and I was breathing in the vitality of heaven and earth. My whole body was warm and comfortable.
Gradually, Zhu Ling'er's whole body gradually lit up with a light blue light, her complexion was as warm as jade, her hair was blowing in the wind, and her breath was slow and long. There were fewer and fewer light spots around him, but the radiance on his body became more and more abundant, dyeing the entire room a water-blue color.
After a long time, Zhu Ling'er slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes shone with divine light, covering a radius of hundreds of feet. With a sweep of her consciousness, whether it was water flowing in the bamboo forest, chirping of birds and insects, or seeds sprouting under the soil, the water droplets flowing on the leaves were all as clear as lines on the palm of a hand. Nothing was found.
The meridians in the body have been more than doubled, the Qi Palace has been enlarged more than five times, and the flow of mana has become more smooth and smooth.
A ball of water was gathered at random, and with a thought, the water flow turned into ropes, small arrows, shields, and even animals and birds. Finally, the water flow turned into a bead the size of a chicken, with electric arcs wrapped around it, exuding a powerful and dangerous aura. ; In another flash of thought, five identical beads floated in the air, and with a wave of Zhu Ling'er's hand, they dispersed into dots of spiritual light.
Zhu Linger closed her eyes and sat quietly for a moment, then got up and went out to remove the formation.
When Xu Jingtian saw Zhu Ling'er coming out, he first congratulated: "Congratulations to junior sister for establishing the foundation!" Then all the disciples also congratulated in unison: "Congratulations to senior sister for your success in establishing the foundation!"
Zhu Ling'er returned the gift respectively, and then, as if showing off, she walked up to Yuan Qing and said, "Yuan Qing, you see I succeeded in building the foundation!"
