Looking at the place where the rain has stopped and the clouds have broken down, I quietly watch the autumn light. The desolate evening scene makes Song Yu feel desolate. The water is gentle and the wind is gentle, the apple blossoms are getting older, the moon is cold and the dew is cold, and the phoenix leaves are turning yellow. Feeling sad. Where is the old friend? The smoke and water are vast.
Unforgettable, the wine party during the period, a few lonely romantic days, many times changing into stars and frost. The sea is vast and the mountains are far away, and it is unknown where Xiaoxiang is. Thinking of the two swallows, it is difficult to rely on distant faith, pointing to the dusk sky and empty consciousness to return home. Looking at each other sadly. In the sound of broken Hong, the setting sun rises.
----"Jade butterfly"
The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the sky red, and there was a small boat floating on the clear lake. There were two people standing on each boat: an old man in his sixties and a little girl in her teens...
I saw the old man closing the net and putting the caught fish into the bamboo basket. The girl watched the fish jumping happily and danced with joy: "Uncle Cheng, look at the many fish. They are so cute. .”
"Well, we have gained a lot today, Xue'er, please sit tight, let's go home and eat fish!" The old man rowed the oar hard with both hands and sailed towards the shore. When the boat docked, the girl jumped out of the boat and gently He said: "Uncle Cheng, you said that my father must be very happy to see so many fishes!" The old man nodded to her and said: "Yes, Xue'er, but we have to go home early, and you have to study in the evening Woolen cloth!"
"Well! Don't worry, I've already memorized this book and won't forget it."
"Oh, really?" the two said as they walked...
This girl is Lu Xue, Lu Xiang’s daughter, whom Lin Feng has been looking for. The old man is Lu Xiang’s good friend Cheng Zhen!
After walking for about half an hour, the two of them entered a bronze-colored courtyard. They saw blooming flowers and towering ancient trees. A row of red-painted gates had a golden nanmu plaque hanging on it, with four large characters inscribed on it: "Red Flower Courtyard", look at the plaques on the left and right sides, there is a couplet written on it, which is: The forest of books is full of fragrance, the wind is clear and true!
After putting down the fish basket, Lu Xue went to the study in the inner courtyard. In the dim light, she could only hear: "Unnamed, the beginning of heaven and earth, named, the mother of all things...
Therefore, always have no desire in order to observe its wonderfulness; always have desire in order to observe its pleasure..."
"Xue'er, you must always observe and understand the mystery of Tao from nothingness; observe and understand the clues of Tao from existence. Nothingness and existence have the same origin but different names. They can both be called mysterious and profound. This is the general door to the mysteries of the universe, heaven and earth, and you have to understand it alone!"
In the courtyard, an old man slowly said that he was Lu Xueer's mentor - Zhan Qiao! "Thank you Master for your teaching, Xueer will definitely remember it in my heart!"
"Well, okay, you go and have a rest!"
"Yes, Master!"
A breeze blew by, and the maple leaves in the courtyard fell one after another...
"Master, look at these maple leaves, they are so beautiful. If all the maple leaves on the trees have fallen, will it start snowing? Xueer likes the snowflakes all over the sky!" Zhan Qiao looked up at the flying leaves in the sky and said with moist eyes. : "Yes, the leaves have all fallen, but he hasn't come back yet!"
"Master, who is he?"
"He is your father's best friend!" "Oh, Xueer knows, you are talking about Brother Lin, right?"
"Yes, it's him!" Zhan Qiao looked at Xue'er seriously and said:
"Xue'er, let Master see if your swordsmanship has improved?"
"Okay, Master!"
Xueer jumped up and flew up like a swallow!
"Xue'er, take the sword!"
A long sword came through the air, and she saw her body sinking suddenly. She stretched her right foot back, then lifted it up slightly, and the long sword was hooked into her hand. She held the hilt and started spinning, the sword spinning faster and faster. With a "Woo" sound, the maple leaves on the ground were rolled up one after another, spinning a few times along the sword wind, and slowly landed on the ground. She became even more excited for a moment, and danced with the sword, and saw her agile body dancing gracefully in the air. Leap, black hair flying with the sword energy, it is really like a shadow, like an illusion, like a poem, like a dream!
"Master, how are you doing with Xue'er's sword skills?"
"Well, there's been a lot of progress!"
"Xue'er still needs to study hard and practice hard, please rest assured, Master!"
"Haha, daughter, come here quickly!" As the laughter fell, an old man with long hair slowly walked out of the backyard. Xueer's eyes lit up: "Father, why are you here?" Then she ran to meet him.
"I just heard the sound of sword practice, so I wanted to come out and have a look!" "Hehehe, you must be missing Xue'er!"
Xueer smiled heartily and narrowed her eyes!
When it comes to love in the world, it must be the deep love between father and daughter!
"Father, when are you going to teach me Mo Xue's swordsmanship? My daughter really wants to learn it!"
"Well, the sword is born from the heart, there is no end to learning, it is due to nature, and it is self-made without practice, Xue'er, everything has a cause and effect, if you practice the sword for the sake of the sword, haste makes waste!"
Xue'er said: "What my father said is absolutely true. Xue'er understands that the sword is practiced with the visible and emerges from the invisible. Only when there is no sword in the hand but the sword is tied to the heart can one be able to move with ease and change freely!"
Lu Xiang nodded. He touched Xue'er's head with his hand and gently leaned her against his chest: "Xue'er, learning is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. You have to be sensitive and eager to learn in order to achieve success. event!"
"Brother Lu, I wonder if there is any news about Lin Feng and Bauhinia Box recently?" Zhan Qiao took a step forward and asked.
"At the end of last month, I sent four masters from the temple, Qi, Zhao, Qin, and Ming, to find out the news. Tomorrow is the first day of the lunar calendar, and the people sent should be back soon!"
"I heard that on the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar next month, the wind-riding magic demon will attack the Orchid Valley, and another martial arts catastrophe will occur..."
This is something to talk about later, let’s not mention it for now…
We are young and deeply in love, but we are already old
Childhood hair loss outside Spring and Autumn Period
How much do you know about the past?
Who laments that the flowers fade away in the wind?
In the attic, the concubine whispers and laughs in front of the court.
How nice is it to pour a cup into a pot, Mr.
In the blink of an eye, the beauty dances lightly
What dynasty is tonight
Dreaming back to life, floating around
I just want to be alone all my life
Give you a happy life
——"Drunken Years"
Thousands of feet of cliffs, with jade peaks piercing the clouds. On the huge bluestone, a purple-red small building is very eye-catching. In the small building, a man in white is sitting upright. His face is covered by messy hair and his expression cannot be seen clearly. It's just the exposed A pair of cold and desolate eyes were closed tightly, and his white clothes were soaked in blood... A thin green mist filled the air, covering the vast world. The man in white was like a Buddha statue, sitting quietly and dignifiedly between heaven and earth!
"We've been separated for seven years, and we haven't seen you again today, but your soul is broken! Twenty years ago, if you hadn't helped me, I, Ye Rumeng, would have been no longer in this world. I am by no means a ruthless person, but the world has changed. Confused by my eyes, I will bury you on the top of this green peak and keep you in dust for thousands of years..."
On a cliff not far away, a woman in black stood facing the wind. The autumn wind was blowing away the dust, and the smoke was lingering in silence. The woman in black gently flicked out a silver needle with her delicate fingers, and hit the boulder directly. The small building in front of her. It fell instantly, and the dust stirred up fell on the man in white. When the smoke dissipated, the bluestone was empty of people!
The woman in black roared and jumped a thousand feet...
