"This is also the Heart Sutra, but what I give you are the annotations that can help you practice to the realm of Qinsui. When you go to Jiangxi, study diligently and don't waste it. Next time we meet again, I will definitely take the exam Teach your cultivation."
Taking over the book "Heart Sutra" from Yue Buqi, Ye Wumian flipped through it roughly. The text was still consistent with what he had read before. There was no difference between it and the book.
The annotations have become a lot more obscure and difficult to understand. I couldn't understand them for a while, so I had to put them away.
Yue Buqi took out another pamphlet and threw it at him. Ye Wumian picked it up, it was a commentary on sword poems.
"I've heard that you are good at Du Shi's swordsmanship, and you often dress up as a woman -" Yue Buqi's voice became longer.
Ye Wumian's tender face turned red. Seeing his tone, she knew that he had seen through her disguise as a woman.
Yue Buqi said: "Since you are the 'Nv Jiao'e' who practices swordsmanship in Du's poems, how can you not learn "Watch Gongsun Da Niang's Sword Dance"? In this poem, unique moves are frequently used, and from then on, more methods are added. "
Ye Wumian took the booklet and flipped it back and forth. The explanation of this sword technique is not difficult. With his current understanding of the way of swordsmanship, even with a cursory glance, he has roughly understood the second form of the sword technique, "a sword dance moves the weapon in all directions."
He was overjoyed with his new acquisition. He read the booklet cover to cover and couldn't put it down. Then he saw a small red clay seal at the bottom of the title page, but it was a sinister seal. There were four words left, "Leopard Room Collection of Books" ".
"The books in the Leopard Room, what does this mean?" Ye Wumian murmured to himself, seemingly asking, but in fact he didn't expect Yue Buqi to answer.
Yue Buqi didn't intend to answer, but slowly raised his head, looked into the distance, and said lightly: "The Heart Sutra has been passed down, and the swordsmanship has been passed down. Your pine pattern sword was somewhat damaged after the battle that night. I have already Find a skilled craftsman to fix it for you, and put it under the bed in the other room next to yours. Go and find it yourself."
He turned around and used his inner strength to pick up the wine gourd that had fallen to the ground. He could not see his feet moving. The black figure was getting further and further away, but the lingering sound fell firmly on Ye Wumian's ears.
"Since you are a man, why do you need to cover up and pretend to be a woman? There are two sets of student robes beside the sword. You can go to Jiangxi and resume your male clothes... Without further ado, let's say goodbye. I'm in Chengdu, waiting. Your news."
Yue Buqi's figure gradually turned into a small black dot, lost in the white wind and snow, and was no longer visible.
The sky and the earth are freezing cold, and the fields are deserted. Only the occasional jackdaws and snowbirds chirp, and white foxes rustle across the snow in search of food.
Ye Wumian let out a long breath of white air, rubbed his fists together, and stamped his feet. After getting a little warmer, he used the light skill of "In the deep snow in the front village, a branch bloomed last night" and ran towards the house where he lived.
I didn't think of this light skill in the past, but once I used it in the snow, it was very mysterious.
Ye Wumian looked behind him. Wherever he passed, he only left a shallow layer of footprints on the snow, and the size was far smaller than normal footprints.
Needless to say, it is easy to overlook it if you look at it casually. Even if you look carefully, you may not recognize the footprints of a human being. You will probably think that they were stepped by some small animal.
"If you run for your life in the snow in the future, this Qinggong can be regarded as a way to save your life." Ye Wumian said secretly.
When he came outside the house where he had been staying for the past few days, he covered his mouth and nose to prevent himself from being smelled by the corpse smell. He walked into the next room and closed the door. The smell was almost cut off, so he could move around normally.
This room is very cramped, with only a bed and a table and nothing else.
Ye Wumian quickly found the pine pattern sword and a package under the bed.
"Tsk-"
Pulling the sword out of its sheath, the pine-patterned sword flashes with light and coldness.
Returning to the master's hands again, the sword made a faint sound, which seemed to be joyful but actually exciting. There was a hope of sealing one's throat and drinking blood, and there was a hope of killing the chieftain through meritorious deeds.
Holding the hilt of the sword in Ye Wumian, I also felt a sense of connectedness.
Thinking of the sword moves in the poem "Guan Jian", the sword's edge vibrated straight, and a "dance of the sword moved all directions" burst out, bringing the sword energy to kill.
With a "cross" sound, the table was divided into two halves, a crack was dented in the wall, dirt and dust were flying, and smoke was scattered.
"Shuangfeng's small test, the power is even greater!"
Ye Wumian praised the pine pattern sword and looked at the sword.
The pattern on the sword is no longer the same as before. I think some of the patterns were rubbed out of shape during the battle that night. The craftsmen repainted the patterns when they repaired it.
The thin serrations on the edge of the sword have changed from uniform and dense at first to regular changes in thickness. It can be seen that a lot of metal fell off the sword body that night. In order to make the new material welded on it not appear obtrusive, the craftsmen also made some designs on the saw teeth.
The current pine pattern sword is not straight, but has wavy and slightly undulating shapes. It looks a little weird at first, but it becomes more and more graceful when you look at it again. It is a hero who has gone through a fierce battle and protected his master with his whole body. It sways up and down and cannot be covered.
Ye Wumian became more and more happy as he looked at it, as if he had got a new sword. He played with it for a long time before putting the sword into its sheath and going to open the package.
In the package, in addition to two sets of clothes, there were also two books, a guide, and hundreds of taels of silver.
One book is "Record of Forgotten Things", and the other book is "Qi Men's Nine-Character Mantra for Hidden Weapons" that he snatched from Shen Tong on the night of the fierce battle in the palace.
Both books were carried in his arms. It was probably Yue Buqi or Yanzhao Sangu who wanted to bandage the wound on his back, so he took them out and put them into the package.
Road leads and money are all necessities for traveling in the world, needless to say.
He put everything away, repacked the parcels, held the pine-patterned sword at his waist, straightened himself up properly, picked up his clothes, and without looking back, left the house and threw himself into the snow.
Entering the snow, the scenery in front of you is full of auspicious flying gods and fairies painted with silver; and there are even roads under your feet, probably because of the measures taken by the later emperors and the mercury sprinkled by Zhen Yuanzi.
The light shines on people, chilling the skin!
I don’t know where the sun is hidden, how can I tell the difference between the north and the south! The flying particles and the blown crystals made the eyes blurry.
Although the world is big and the fields are vast, I can't sleep at night and I don't know where to go. My eyes are confused and my heart is even more confused.
Scattered smoke rose from the top of two thatches in the distance.
When I saw it all night, it was as if I had found the direction.
He thought to himself: Since there are fireworks, there must be people there. Why don't I go there? The first is to find someone to find out where this place is and determine the direction. The second is to beg for a meal and offer sacrifices to the five internal organs temple, so that I can't move on.
Thinking of this, he started walking.
Walking through snow fields and borders, jumping over clear ditches.
Deserted villages and wild bridges, cold willows and green smoke.
When we arrived in front of the two thatched huts, there were beads of sweat on our backs, and the warmth slowly began to build up, and the warmth dissipated, making me feel quite comfortable after a sleepless night.
Outside the big thatched house, a white-haired old woman sat cross-legged on a thick ball of hard linen, teasing the infant in her arms.
A bowl of rice food was placed at one end of the long bench. There were two pieces of fat meat, one large and one small. They were greasy, which made people look at them, but also gave them some appetite.
The chopsticks were set aside, and the rice grains were stained. It was obvious that the meal was not finished yet.
A broken porcelain bowl was placed on the ground where a piece of snow had melted. It was filled with water and dark water.
A big yellow dog with white and yellow fur turned its head from the bowl, licked its mouth, and looked at Ye Wumian. It made a growl in its throat and sniffed around with its nose, making tentative gestures. It had not yet barked when it saw a stranger. Be vigilant first.
