On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, we eat glutinous rice balls and celebrate reunion.
As soon as the afternoon arrived, the entire Chunyang Palace was decorated with lights and colors, showing a festive atmosphere.
As soon as Li Qiuran finished instructing Feng Xuanzhen on swordsmanship, a group of women gathered together and chatted.
"Qiu Ran, thank you so much. Without you, I don't know how long it would take to practice to reach this point."
Feng Xuanzhen panted slightly and said excitedly: "Under your teachings, I have been able to surpass my practice in the past three or four years in the past month or so."
There is no way, just like Dan Chenzi said, there are no masters in Chunyang Palace. If you want to give guidance to the disciples, they are still confused in their own training.
Although Feng Xuanzhen's talent is not as good as that of her junior brother Li Xuanzhen, it is not bad, and her martial arts is also one of the best among the inner disciples.
Li Qiuran smiled modestly and said: "I didn't do anything. Your progress mainly depends on yourself. Besides, I also want to thank you. Thank you, Brother Xuanzhen, for teaching me the truth of Taoism and allowing me to improve my martial arts."
"Don't be humble. Our Jiuhua Mountain Chunyang Palace has been weak in martial arts for thousands of years. If we can produce a grandmaster, it is already the master's manifestation."
"Well, the main reason is that the techniques left by Lu Zu are too difficult."
Li Qiuran had seen Chunyang Internal Kung Fu. The introductory skills practiced by outer disciples alone were extremely difficult, let alone the "Pure Yang Manual". It was as difficult as climbing to the sky to master it.
Everyone else nodded in agreement. They also practiced Chunyang Internal Skills. Ninety-five percent of the inner disciples in the entire Chunyang Palace were stuck on the first level of the Pure Yang Sutra and were unable to move forward.
"How could Patriarch Chunyang be famous forever? How could he be number one in the world if he didn't have the best talent in the world?"
Li Qiuran nodded, agreeing very much with her words.
But there was always a puzzle in her heart. She asked: "I saw in the Sutra Pavilion that all your martial arts of the Zhen Sect were placed in the most obvious places. Aren't you afraid of outsiders stealing their lessons?"
Although Li Qiuran has never visited other sects, she also knows that normal sects and gangs hide their secrets of the sect in places where outsiders cannot find them.
Just like the Shaolin Temple, there are monks guarding the outside of the Sutra Pavilion.
And she had been in Chunyang Palace for more than a month, and she could enter the Sutra Pavilion at will. Whether it was sutras or martial arts, she could read and learn at will.
The girls looked at each other and explained with a smile: "Qiu Ran, you may not know very well. Like our Taoist sect, some sects are not afraid of outsiders practicing. Just like Taiyin Palace and other Taoist sects, they are eager for others to practice."
"Why?"
"Because in their view, if someone secretly learns martial arts from their own sect, no matter where they go, they are considered Taiyin disciples and have inherited the Taiyin tradition."
Feng Xuanzhen also added: "Like Longhu Mountain and Taiyi Temple, their martial arts and even Taoist classics are relatively closed and do not allow outsiders to pry into them.
It's not that people are stingy, it's just that everyone has different theories. "
Li Qiuran nodded, thinking that was the case.
"As for our Chunyang Palace, our reasons for opening the Sutra Pavilion are different from theirs."
She smiled and said: "We are not afraid of others practicing martial arts. Over the past thousands of years, countless people have come to my Chunyang Palace to secretly learn martial arts.
But these people failed without exception. "
"All failed?"
"Yes, Patriarch Chunyang is such a genius, even our own disciples can't practice it, how can outsiders learn it.
If we can really practice our true meaning, not only will we not be angry, but we will also be happy. We would beg him to explain to us how he practiced it. "
Li Qiuran suddenly realized that this was the case.
Those who are really capable don't bother to secretly learn other people's martial arts. Those who are incompetent will not be able to do it even if they learn it secretly.
Just like Li Qiuran herself, when she taught Chunyang disciples, she only taught the basic theories of external skills. As for the inner skills and inner methods, she didn't understand them very well.
Zhang Qingyuan can understand it, but he is too lazy to practice, because even if he wants to practice to a great extent, it will take several decades.
Never underestimate local players. There are also experts among local players.
Li Qiuran finally understood it completely. After clearing up his doubts, he followed them to hang up the lanterns while talking and laughing.
She jumped up and reached the roof easily. Feng Xuanzhen threw the lantern to her. She stood on the roof and looked at the outer disciples who were still practicing swordsmanship hard in the martial arts field in the distance. She couldn't help but feel a little emotional in her heart.
Even though Chunyang Palace martial arts in Jiuhua Mountain has been in decline for many years, whenever Chunyang Palace recruits disciples, a large number of young people still come to learn from it.
Don’t they know that Chunyang martial arts is difficult to practice?
Of course they know,
But they all have a gambling-like thought in their hearts.
Although Chunyang martial arts is difficult to practice, what if I am that peerless genius? What if I am that young man whose talent matches Chunyang's unique skills?
In this case, wouldn't I be able to become the best player in the world?
If it were Zhang Qingyuan, he would definitely think of those lottery players in his previous life.
Although I have never seen anyone around me win a big prize, I still enjoy it and buy every issue.
Without exception, their ideas are all based on a sense of luck.
What if?
What if I am the lucky one...
After hanging up the lanterns, everyone came to the Chunyang Palace. Several people sat on the steps and watched the lights being lit one by one, illuminating the dim Chunyang Dao Palace.
During festivals, people are always happy.
The moon in the sky is very round, and the earth seems to be sprinkled with white frost.
There was also a snowman built by an unknown disciple standing on the square, and they all happily blessed each other.
"Eh?"
Feng Xuanzhen suddenly looked at Li Qiuran.
"Where has your true martial arts master gone?"
When it was suddenly mentioned, Li Qiuran felt empty in his heart.
He smiled and said, "I guess he's still in the Sutra Pavilion."
"It's true that he spent the Spring Festival in the Sutra Pavilion, and it's already the Lantern Festival, and he still hasn't come out." Several female disciples complained for her.
Li Qiuran just smiled. She didn't care about the reunion day. After all, she had lived alone for so many years.
In her heart, as long as the person is still there, it will be fine.
Phew—bang!
Boo hoo hoo...bang bang bang...
"Look, it's fireworks."
I don't know who shouted, and everyone looked up to the sky. Fireworks with red light flew into the sky, blooming in the dark night, adding instant destruction to the starry sky.
Everyone enjoys the fireworks show and enjoys the fireworks show.
Not far away, a Kongming lantern soared into the sky and slowly rose.
Then, another one, and one after another, countless Kongming lanterns were lit, gorgeous and colorful.
Someone with a keen eye looked at the Kongming Lantern rising into the sky and wondered: "There seems to be writing on the lantern."
"What did you write?"
Li Qiuran also saw the words on the Kongming Lantern. When she read it softly, she felt as if she had been hit hard by a heavy hammer deep in her heart.
Everyone also looked at her with envy in their eyes.
"Once you encounter Qiu Ran, your life will be ruined. From now on, all living beings will be passers-by."
"If you find a perfect method in this world, you will live up to your Taoist ancestors and your Majesty."
"For the rest of my life, the wind and snow will be you, the plainness will be you, and the poverty will be you..."
Love poems were written on the sky lanterns one after another. They were full of love words and expressed their feelings in a slightly tacky way on earth, but they left many ancient people stunned.
"It's so romantic..." The eyes of many female disciples were shining brightly.
He held his hands on his chest, making others envious.
As the protagonist in the love poem, Li Qiuran had already burst into tears, and even Feng Xuanzhen and the others were moved to tears together.
Li Qiuran bit his lip, as if there was a stone stuck in his throat.
Where is Zhang Qingyuan, where is that stinky man?
Her eyes searched everywhere, but she never saw that annoying guy.
"Qiu Ran, look at the sky!"
"Um?"
She looked up at the sky and saw the man she had been looking for for a long time stepping on a huge sky lantern.
Wearing a blue and white Taoist robe, and unexpectedly wearing a silver lotus crown on his head, Toshiro had a slight smile on his face.
The breeze blew up the robe at his feet, and behind him was a huge white jade plate.
He leaned forward slightly, took one step forward, stepped on those Kongming lanterns filled with love poems, and walked towards Li Qiuran step by step.
Immortals step on the moon and come down to earth to find beautiful women.
He used Qing Gong to the extreme. Every time he landed, he just tapped lightly on the sky lantern and landed in front of Li Qiuran like a feather in the breeze.
The girl was already overwhelmed by this scene and just stared at him blankly.
The two looked at each other, their eyes full of tenderness.
He stretched out his hand and took the girl's soft arms.
He said softly and slightly magnetically: "I promised you the day I first met you that I would come across the moon when we meet again. As a human being, you can't break your promise."
Tears rolled down Li Qiuran's face. When had she felt such warmth since her master's death?
He opened his mouth slightly, but didn't know what to say.
Zhang Qingyuan continued: "Fellow Taoist from the Tianyin Sect, I think Zhang Qingyuan is being polite.
for the rest of my life,
Please give me more advice..."
The girl instantly fell into his arms and hugged him tightly.
This heartwarming and touching scene between the two made countless female disciples melt in their hearts, but made the male Taoist priests on the side curse in their hearts.
Girls from our sect are originally difficult to chase, but after you made such a fuss, the difficulty has increased again.
What do you want us to do!
MMP…
