There is still no way to break out of this wonderful state of being asleep but awake. Xie Jingsong is too lazy to struggle pointlessly, and simply sits cross-legged anywhere, holding a book and studying quietly.
What she didn't expect was that even if the spiritual root was special, the method of drawing Qi into the body was even more abstract.
"Take the moonlight as a thread, use the mountain spring as a shuttle, twist the true energy like a needle, and wait until there is something in your heart, that is the beginning of the path."
She could understand every word, paragraph or even a whole sentence, but how to make it obvious was another matter.
As the saying goes, a teacher preaches, teaches, and solves doubts. Even Shi Changqing, who had no moral integrity as a teacher, knew how to guide Ji Shi to get started. However, she, the master who came to her door by herself, had a beauty that didn't care about people's lives.
Works throughout the ages are inseparable from imagination, so there are many metaphors that use moonlight as silk thread, satin, etc., but they don't let you actually use moonlight as thread?
Imagination is imagination, reality is reality, if you treat imagination as reality...
She was suddenly stunned, and a mysterious feeling surged out of her heart, leaving her thoughts almost blank.
There was a warm current flowing through her limbs, wrapping her whole body with a comfortable feeling, and pushing her into a sea of sleep.
This time I actually fell asleep.
After an unknown length of silence, Xie Jingsong opened her eyes and gently raised her hand, her drooping eyes scanning the transparent fluorescent light condensed in her palm. Its edges were woven with a dazzling silver light, criss-crossing and looking like lace.
"I see."
The focus is not on any literal thing, but on the extremely hidden "imagination and reality". As long as you walk this distance...
She snapped her fingers casually, and saw a little stream of light stretching out a dream-like path under her feet. Pushing open the ancient stone door at the end, Xie Jingsong saw a modern Chinese dictionary lying quietly on the stone platform.
. . . . . .
Wait, what the hell?
She tried to hook her index finger, and as she wished, she saw the thick book being pulled into the air by an unknown force and then floating in front of her.
Xie Jingsong, who did not believe in evil, turned over it carefully, and the final choice was to walk over silently with a smile, put down the book and put down himself at the same time.
It’s really a modern Chinese dictionary.
How do you say this? My path is a dictionary? It can’t be that spiritual roots, cultivation methods, and paths are all abstractions without exception, right?
When it comes to writing-related cultivation methods, the first thing that Xie Jingsong thinks of is Yanling. But this thing is too powerful and uncontrollable, and she doesn't know how difficult the cultivation method is, so it is not her first choice at all.
So the question is, why does a... modern Chinese dictionary appear in this place where she can be regarded as a sea of knowledge?
Is it possible that the hidden part of her heart is deeply longing for the real life of middle school students? !
Xie Jingsong, with her hands clasped together, planned to die peacefully.
Secondly, closely related to writing is the cultivation of symbols.
In this world of cultivation where talents are abundant, the path can be said to be in full bloom, and each field of cultivation has its outstanding talents. Sword cultivator can defeat all kinds of magic with one sword, but sound cultivator can also cause physical and mental torture to people, and fu cultivator is the legend of King Gou.
Although some combat concepts are similar, Xie Jingsong himself does not like to recite runes: those strange lines that are winding and intertwined like countless curved needles are fatal just to look at them, let alone have to recite them. Draw it!
Damn it, my Xiaosong went in to draw the talisman and never came out again. When I touched it, I found that her body was stiff. It turned out that she fainted! I want to report to the sect to arrest you and draw eight hundred talismans!
In order to prevent the above scene from happening, Xie Jingsong resisted the path of Fu Xiu.
That’s strange. What other path can be related to words? Do you expect to transform into a quill that writes your destiny?
"..."
"I understand!!!"
Her sudden aura broke through the tiredness that had imprisoned her body, and when her eyes suddenly opened, a shout of enlightenment also rang out.
Xie Jingsong, who noticed that a circle of arms was wrapped around her waist and that its owner seemed very stiff, tilted her head and looked over: "What's wrong?"
The tearful Zhang Yunqing trembled with lips: "What else is going on? If you speak louder, I will faint you right now!"
"You're not afraid of heights, are you?" Xie Jingsong lowered her head and glanced at the greenery below, and asked casually, "Are you here yet?"
It's just going down the mountain, even if you take them two burdens with you, it won't be so slow, right?
The young disciple stepping on the flying sword in front said stubbornly: "Not yet!"
Some bad premonitions danced on her eyelids. Xie Jingsong poked Zhang Yunqing beside her, trying to eliminate them: "Hmm...how long have I been asleep?"
"...No, I don't know."
"Let me tell you," Xie Jingsong said quietly as her fingertips touched Zhang Yun's cold hand, "One of you is not a road addict and the other is afraid of heights, right?"
The young disciple who refused to look back stubbornly said: "No!"
Thinking about it, how unlucky it must be to encounter such a situation. Her luck has always been average but not to this extent.
...right?
"...You didn't lie to me, did you?"
"No!"
Until sunset, the three of them made an emergency landing in a strange forest. Mr. Wu, who had always wanted to be strong in his life, finally lowered his unyielding head.
Mr. Wu, whose eyebrows were drooping, was so aggrieved that he was about to cry: "When the company elder asked me to come over, I said I couldn't do it. She said I thought you could do it. I said you thought I could do it, but I really can't do it!"
Xie Jingsong, who was looking for small branches that were pleasing to the eye, nodded: "Well, keep talking, I'm listening."
"Then Elder Lian said he would draw me a defensive talisman as a reward..."
Zhang Yunqing, who listened carefully to the whole process, asked from his soul: "So you took on the mission for a defensive talisman?"
Mr. No hurriedly defended: "No!"
Just when Zhang Yunqing thought there was something hidden inside, Mr. No added an honest answer: "...There is still one more chance to touch the mascot Peiyun."
Xie Jingsong wanted to lift a branch and give him a stick, but after thinking about it, she held back: "By the way, what's your name?"
"You, you're not going to sue me, are you?"
The smiling Xie Jingsong bent down and said sincerely, "No."
After the three exchanged names, Zhang Yunqing looked around and asked, "What should we do now?"
Because she had the dangerous idea of not solving the problem but wanting to solve the person who created it, Xie Jingsong did not answer immediately. Instead, she gathered together the dead leaves and branches around her and looked at Jiang Yanxue: "Brother Stubborn, How to say?"
Jiang Yanxue quietly shrank back and said honestly: "We can just wait where we are for three or four days. My fellow disciples will find a way to find me if they find out that I'm missing."
Feeling strange about Xie Jingsong's inexplicable loving gaze, Jiang Yanxue asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"
Xie Jingsong, who was fiddling with the branches, smiled and looked away: "It's nothing, I just think it's not easy for you to live such a big life."
Jiang Yanxue, who didn't understand the meaning at all, was moved to tears: "Thank you for understanding me..."
He began to tearfully describe his tragic life, which had been inextricably linked to "lostness" since he started walking.
After describing how smart and smart the three-year-old Xiao Yanxue was in a long paragraph, he finally noticed the important point and went through the intervening years of lost life in one stroke, and began to talk about how he was so talented and how he battled wits and courage with being lost.
Bring the messenger talisman! Positioning mirror, bring it! I brought the wooden bed sheets and quilt cover with me! I brought all the pots, pans, firewood, rice, oil, and salt! I brought all the swords, guns, swords, clubs and axes!
Xie Jingsong asked politely: "So where are these things?"
Jiang Yanxue smiled coquettishly: "...hehe, it's all in the storage bag and I forgot to bring it...but what are you doing?"
Xie Jingsong gave up on being angry with the fool and said concisely: "Make a fire to keep warm, and see if we can attract rescuers."
Even if you get lost, you won't fly to a place far away from people with your sword. As long as there are people around, it's easy to talk about anything. She and Zhang Yunqing had just arrived, and the only local was still a stubborn road idiot. In this case, if they had to wait where they were, they could only use a primitive method: beacon fire.
...but it might attract more than just the people who save them, right? They are unaware of the current environment they are in. How will they escape if a beast attacks?
Zhang Yunqing thought a little uneasily, so he asked carefully.
Xie Jingsong kicked the long sword in front of him and pointed out something: "Isn't this our talented swordsman who is smart and talented? Can he still be unable to run away if he can't defeat him?"
The genius sword cultivator felt extremely guilty. He bent down and pushed the sword towards where they were: "After you kick it, you can't kick me anymore!"
The silent Zhang Yunqing pursed her lips, weighing the balance in her heart. In the end, she felt that Xie Jingsong's reliability had far surpassed Jiang Yanxue's unreliability, so she took the initiative to take over the job of lighting the fire: "Then... I have learned how to drill wood to make fire, let me do it!"
"No, I have something I want to try..."
Xie Jingsong held the branch and slowly drew the Chinese character "fire" on the ground.
"What's this……"
Before Zhang Yunqing finished speaking, a small spark of fire sprang up from the word. The tongue of fire jumped up and licked the dead leaves on the side, and soon a blazing bonfire was burning in front of her eyes.
"...?!"
Facing the shocked faces, Xie Jingsong smiled calmly and put her hands on the fire. Feeling that the excess emotions were being baked away, she lazily narrowed her eyes and began to enjoy.
Zhang Yunqing became anxious and started to use a desperate level of language again: "This, you, this, this, you, you, this, this, this..."
Xie Jingsong pointed to the fire helplessly: "As you can see, this is a small successful attempt."
Zhang Yunqing, who was so blessed that his soul was so blessed, said in surprise: "Could it be that... you have enlightened?"
She refers to her sudden drowsiness and "enlightenment" while sitting on the sword.
"Guessed it right."
"It turned out to be like this..."
Monk Jiang Yanxue, who felt that he had not blinked but slept all day, was confused and asked confusedly: "What attempt? What have you enlightened? What have you enlightened again? Aren't you all enlightened?" "
"Hmm...my path?"
Jiang Yanxue's face was filled with questions:? ? ?
No, what happened to this world? There must be something wrong with his ears, right? It must be, right?
