Yu Yao calmed down a little, pushed him away with a blushing face, stood up and straightened her clothes. The heat left in her body gradually faded, and her hands and feet became cold again. She frowned, troubled and helpless. Being a woman is really troublesome.
The two lit up the fire sickle and walked around. They found that they were in a natural cave. They could see stone pillars, stalagmites, mantles and stone flowers everywhere. Such a magnificent paradise is breathtaking.
Yu Yao had no intention of admiring the scenery of the cave. She had already discovered that there were three thick stone pillars not far from the underground river. They stood in the shape of a Chinese glyph, which was suitable for meditation practice. She informed Wei Shiqi, sat down among them, took out the Qiankun Yiqi Pill, and used her fingernails to Cut off a fifth and swallow it, and keep the rest in the jade box.
Wei Shiqi did not disturb her breathing exercises, found a secluded corner, leaned against the stone wall, closed her eyes and rested, and fell asleep unconsciously.
Regardless of the day in the heart of the mountain, when he woke up, he was full of energy. Wei Shiqi stretched his muscles and felt that his physical strength and energy had returned to their peak.
He walked to the three stone pillars and looked around. Yu Yao was still meditating, her eyes were lowered and her breath was long, like a clay sculpture. Her eyes adapted to the dim light. Wei Shiqi looked at her smooth and delicate neck, licked his lips, and walked quietly open.
He went to the dark river to drink some water, took out the Hidden Snow Sword from the sword pouch, flew up the sword, and used the sword as a pen to carve words on the stone pillars to hone the words "accurate" and "steady". He turned over and over and wrote only four sentences - a moment is worth a thousand pieces of gold, and he knew he had to do it. The waiter helped her weakly, and Jiangzhou Sima's green shirt was wet.
At first, it was like a child grasping a pen, with the Hidden Snow Sword twisting and turning uncontrollably. The words were as big as a palm, crooked and shapeless. Wei Shiqi was not discouraged. He filled a stone pillar with his words, then chipped off a layer and continued practicing.
Yu Yao concentrated on recuperating from her injuries, and Wei Shiqi concentrated on practicing calligraphy. After about half a month of practice, Yu Yao put away her skills, slowly opened her eyes, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and stood up holding on to the stone pillar. The soles of her feet were as light as stepping on a pile of cotton.
Yue Xin has passed, and the cold air in the body has been driven away, but the Tao fetus has withered and has not fully recovered. She is close to fire in the Five Elements, and the sword techniques she practices are the Burning Heart Technique of the Goujian Sect, and the Kunlun Fire Sword Technique. The Red Lotus Technique is the first. Both the Earth Fire Technique and the Burning Heart Technique of the Goujian Sect have their own unique features. The sword seed condensed in the Burning Heart Art and the Tao embryo are one and the same. You can control the flying sword like an arm and your fingers, and you can do whatever you want. However, those who accept its advantages will suffer its disadvantages. Once the sword seed is destroyed, the damage to the Tao embryo will be difficult to heal. .
This is the dilemma Yu Yao faces. Secondly, the golden phoenix sickle was destroyed. She also had a short-handled wild goose sickle, which was a relic of an ancient monk. Although it was incomplete, its power could not be underestimated. However, before her Dao embryo was restored, she could not condense the sword seed. The wild goose sickle is useless in hand.
Warming and nourishing the Tao fetus does not happen overnight. The Qi of Guishui in the belly of the mountain is abundant, and the five elements are in conflict with each other, which is extremely unfavorable to her practice. She is troubled both internally and externally, and she is worried and unable to relax.
Wei Shiqi worked tirelessly to control the flying sword and made great progress. The handwriting was as big as a wine cup, with neat strokes and a slight hint of pause. When he saw Yu Yao approaching, he put the snow sword away and asked: " How about it?"
Yu Yao glanced at the handwriting on the stone pillar for a few times, then flatly said: "The handwriting is very bad, the poem is not bad, the meaning is a bit vulgar - these four lines are not the same, they are just thrown together at random!"
Wei Shiqi asked with a smile: "Have you ever studied poetry?"
Yu Yao was touched by her thoughts, and sighed quietly, saying: "When I was a child, I knew a few words and liked to read poems. At that time, there were plum blossoms growing outside the window. On moonlight or snowy days, I would sit in front of the window, drink a cup of hot tea, and read A collection of predecessors, a moment seems like several years have passed. That was all a long time ago. If you don't mention it, I will almost forget it." She rarely showed the look of a little woman, and under Wei Shiqi's In my mind, this sentiment is called "petty bourgeoisie."
After a while, she said again: "These four sentences of yours are very good when broken down. Do you like poetry?"
Wei Shiqi shook his head and said: "I am a rough man, I only like to eat meat, and I don't know anything about poetry, lyrics, and music."
"Who taught you these four lines of poetry?"
"... When I was a kid, I went to town to sell animal skins and bones. I met a down-and-out scholar whose luggage was stolen. My father took pity on him and asked me to give him two steamed buns, and he taught me this."
"Haha..." Yu Yao didn't believe what he said, "You speak elegantly and are not a rough person. Those four lines of poetry were deliberately put together to make people disgusting, right?"
"Are you disgusted?"
"A little."
Yu Yao suppressed the smile at the corner of her mouth and stared blankly at the stone pillar. She stretched out her fingers and traced the poor handwriting stroke by stroke. Her eyes gradually filled with tears. Qizhen Mountain, small building, plum blossoms, moonlight, snowy night, hot tea, poems, and the memories of the past appeared before my eyes one after another. She was just a sentimental girl, with no obsession with monasticism. She just wanted to spend her life in peace. She had longed for elegant scholars, longed for reciting poems and painting, longed for washing hands and making soup, and longed for having children. But fate pushed her to the other side. Overnight, she was thousands of miles away. Overnight, Qizhen Mountain turned into a Shura field. Now she worships the Kunlun sect, flies with a sword, travels thousands of miles a day, and is comparable to a land fairy, but she would rather not have these, let everything go back to the past, and stay by the side of her parents and brothers.
She let tears flow down her face and asked in a daze, "You said you wanted me?"
"Yeah." Wei Shiqi didn't know what she was thinking.
"You read a poem to me, and if I think it's good, I'll agree to it."
