There is no distinction between day and night in the divine realm, but people have their own schedules for work and rest.
Mu Xue entered a state of tranquility in the house, observing her mind and stopping her thoughts, calming her spirit and guarding her acupoints, seizing the time to consolidate the new realm she had realized when crossing the sea of desire.
In the Huangting, the universe was just beginning to separate, the sky was filled with rolling clouds of fire, and there was a faint sound of dragons. The earth was covered with still water, crystal clear like a mirror, and you could see the bottom clearly.
Mu Xue opened her inner eyes and suddenly felt that she was within herself. She saw her own soul sitting on the edge of the water mirror.
A fierce tiger jumped out from the bottom of the clear water.
What was different from the past was that the tiger shook its wet hair, walked around Mu Xue half a circle, and crawled down beside her.
Mu Xue looked sideways in surprise, only to see that the tiger had transformed into a soaked man crawling on the ground.
On the man's smooth back, beautiful shoulder blades moved, water droplets slid down his skin, and a pair of strong arms supported his body. He reached out and grabbed his wet hair back, squinting at Mu Xue.
There were still crystal clear drops of water hanging on the eyelashes, revealing that breathtaking face.
Mu Xue had seen this face not long ago. He was wielding a sword and laughing wildly in the sea of desire full of phantoms, his jade-like face stained with blood, and he was crossing the sea in a boat.
After thousands of ships have passed, there are no young people left.
The little boy back then has now grown into a grown man. When he looked up, a drop of water slid down his neck, rolled over his round shoulders, and rolled all the way down.
Cen Qianshan approached Mu Xue, his eyes like the sea before a storm.
"Master, you don't recognize me?"
My hill is not like this.
When this thought flashed through Mu Xue's mind, Cen Qianshan's face changed. His facial features were still the same, but without the gloomy and decadent look of adulthood.
She began to become gentle and bright, with the soft grass in the autumn pond in her eyes, and she became what she was when she was eighteen years old.
He stretched out his wet hand, resting it on Mu Xue's knees, tilting his neck back, revealing the marks of spring on his body, his eyes were charming,
"Master, you've done this to Xiaoshan, why don't you want me?"
Mu Xue could no longer maintain her concentration and came out of her visualization.
When I opened my eyes, I saw a dimly lit house in front of me and the sunset outside the window that never sets.
She tried hard to calm the chaotic true energy in her body.
What happened? Has he entered a demonic realm
Mu Xue quietly looked at the corner of the book sticking out from under the bed, kicked it further inside, adjusted her breathing, and sat down to meditate again.
Sometimes, once this delusion arises, it is like a bright red spring flower blooming in the snow. The more you try not to look at it, the more it attracts your attention.
No matter how Mu Xue tried to calm her mind, the water tiger in the Huangting would always transform into the appearance of Cen Qianshan at the most inappropriate time.
He emerged from the depths of the clear water, with long flowing hair and moist skin, and lay on the edge of the pool with his long arms stretched out.
Sometimes he looks depressed and unhappy. Sometimes he looks bright and youthful.
Sometimes he held Mu Xue's hand and smiled shyly, and sometimes he spoke the obscene words from the book without any scruples.
Mu Xue, who was in great distress, suddenly remembered what Senior Brother Yang Jun said to them in the noodle shop.
"When you get down the mountain, you will meet a handsome young man. You will naturally see his face when you meditate, and you will also see his face when you enter a state of tranquility."
Mu Xue covered her face and had to go to her senior sisters and brothers for advice.
Senior Brother Fu had already woken up and was sitting at the head of the bed, wearing a coat. He took the bowl of porridge handed to him by Miao Honger and said politely but distantly, "Thank you for your help."
Miao Honger thought, as expected, once he wakes up, it won't be easy to hear him call her "senior sister".
She straightened her clothes and sat down at the end of Fu Yun's bed.
"In my opinion, you and Xiaoxue should rest here first, and I will go ahead to explore the way."
"No, I'm fine. I can leave tomorrow." Fu Yun interrupted her calmly.
Just at this moment, Mu Xue poked her head in from outside the door.
Miao Honger waved at her as soon as she saw her, and took out a paper bag of sugar snowballs covered with white frost: "I exchanged fresh food with those people from Fuwang City in the Demonic Realm. Xiaoxue must have never eaten it. Ah, open your mouth."
Mu Xue opened her mouth and took it. The red fruit was sour and crisp, and the syrup was sweet.
Such nostalgic food, this is the snack she has been eating since she was a child.
"I want to ask my senior sisters and brothers. What if something goes wrong with the water tiger when the dragon and the tiger meet?" She asked vaguely while eating a sugar snowball with her cheeks puffed up.
Fu Yunqi asked, "How about Shuihu?"
Miao Honger: "What happened to Shuihu?"
No matter how thick-skinned Mu Xue was, she was too embarrassed to confess that she had read erotic novels and transformed the water tiger, which represented the essence of Taiyin, into her own little disciple.
He could only answer vaguely, "It's just that... he's not very quiet. He doesn't do what he's supposed to do and runs around everywhere."
Fu Yun sat up straight: "The black lead water tiger is the root of the growth of heaven and earth. Its shape is rampant and needs to be tamed and adjusted before it can produce the innate essence and obtain the golden elixir."
Mu Xue stammered, "How, how to tame it?"
Fu Yun said: "The saint once said that to subdue a dragon is to refine oneself, and to subdue a tiger is to control the mind. My master once taught me a sentence about subduing a tiger, and today I will pass it on to you."
Mu Xue hurriedly sat up straight and listened to the incantation.
I only heard my brother chanting: "I went to Tiger Creek while collecting herbs and searching for the truth. There was a fierce tiger in the creek. I subdued it and brought it back to my house. I will ride on it whenever I go out."
"Sit... Ride on a horse?" Mu Xue was stunned. She remembered Cen Qianshan's soaking wet appearance and could not dare to imagine that scene.
Miao Honger found her stunned expression funny.
"Your cultivation is different from your senior brother's. I'm afraid you can't practice according to his method. Do you want another one? Ah, open your mouth." She stuffed another sugar snowball into Mu Xue's mouth, "Xiaoxue, did you see something else?"
Mu Xue puffed out her cheeks and made a creaking sound: "Ah. Is there anything else that can be held back... held back?"
"It's not strange to see something else." Miao Honger raised a finger, "The Book of Changes says: Heaven and earth are filled with mist, and all things are transformed. Men and women form essence, and all things come into being.
Therefore, the interaction of yin and yang between heaven and earth gave birth to all things. For you and me who practice cultivation, the interaction of yin and yang also gave birth to the great medicine.
When we talk about the dragon and tiger interacting, it means promoting yin and yang, combining life and nature, and interacting with the spirit. Although Taoism talks about dragons and tigers, in fact it could be any form. "
Mu Xue thought for a long time and muttered quietly: "But Li is a dragon and Kan is a tiger. Li is Yang and Kan is Yin. I thought the water tiger must at least be... female."
Qiankun, dragon and tiger, yin and yang intersecting, fire dragon and water tiger, the water tiger can't be a man at least, let alone have a face like a mountain. How can I continue to practice this
"That's not the case," Fu Yun said. "Although Li is Yang, it is Yang on the outside and Yin on the inside. Kan is Yin, but it is Yin on the outside and Yang on the inside. Therefore, Kan paired with Toad Palace is a male."
He took out a thin silk book and flipped through an exquisitely drawn picture to show Mu Xue. In the picture, there was a tripod furnace, a white-faced man on a tiger on the left, and a woman in red on a dragon on the right.
There is also a written comment: The white-faced man rides a water tiger, and the red-dressed woman rides a fire dragon. After meeting at the lead-mercury cauldron, they were locked in it for a while.
The fair-faced man in the picture had long hair and eyebrows, and he rode a tiger out of the water. Mu Xue looked at him for a long time, and she seemed to understand something, but also seemed to be more confused.
At dinner time, because there was not much furniture here, Mu Xue and Miao Hong'er could only squat in the yard with a bowl of mutton soup each to eat.
"Xiaoxue is still very young. If there is something you don't understand, don't force yourself to think about it. Take your time. There is no need to rush. Many people will have some things they can't figure out when they first enter the realm." Miao Hong'er's mouth was covered with red oil from eating. She raised her head and asked Mu Xue, "Is it delicious? I feel that the food from the Demon Spirit Realm tastes particularly good. I'll go find them and buy some later."
"Ah, so delicious." Mu Xue's mouth was full of oil as she ate. "What did Senior Sister see when she first entered the Dragon Tiger Realm?"
"As for me, I don't need to say anything." Miao Hong'er held the bowl and smiled shyly, "At the time, I saw a double-flavored pot, with red oil and white soup bubbling and bubbling, filling the room with fragrance. I'm still drooling when I think about it now."
Mu Xue laughed along, and her heart, which had become anxious due to the demonic obstacle, finally relaxed.
The afterglow of the setting sun shines into the dilapidated courtyard.
Two figures, one big and one small, sat under the eaves holding steaming bowls of soup.
"So Senior Sister agreed to take me with you?"
"Well, if Xiaoxue wants to go, then let's go together. After all, you are also a member of Xiaoyao Peak. As long as I, your senior sister, am still standing and not falling down on this road, I will definitely protect you."
Desolate earth, eternal dusk.
The pale setting sun hangs low in the sky, and the end of the earth is covered with smoke and yellow sand, changing at will.
I don't know who is playing the strings of the huqin, the sound is so sad, and it disappears into the clouds thousands of miles away.
On a high part of a ruined wall, a figure sat alone for a long time, gazing into the sky. On the broken wall beside him, a small, simple tin man lay.
"Who is that person? He has been sitting there for a long time." A passing demon cultivator asked her companion.
Her companion looked up at the black figure sitting on the top of the broken wall and was startled. He quickly pulled her back to the dark side of the alley.
After a moment, he poked his head out to make sure that the figure up high had not discovered them, then he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Who, who is it? Why are you so nervous?"
"You don't even know him?" The companion whispered, "It's him, the one who has been guarding the cold kiln for 180 years."
"Master Cen? So it's him. Why are you so afraid of him?" The young female cultivator stretched her head to look at the handsome face under the setting sun and exclaimed softly, "He is indeed as handsome as described in the book."
"You are still young and have not experienced his crazy times." The companion shook his head and pulled her back. "It was just an evil ghost. You can't imagine how desperate and crazy he could be. I saw with my own eyes that half of his body had turned into bones, but he was still standing among the dead and smiling. I still get chills when I think about it."
The man sitting on the broken wall ignored the rumors below the roof.
He had been sitting there alone for a long time, doing nothing but watching the smoke and clouds rolling across the sky.
The yellow sands were like a dream, vaguely transforming into a familiar voice and smile, as if the person you love in your life is hidden in the clouds that can never be touched.
Thin spiritual power flowed out from his body, spread along the slope, and penetrated into the tiny tin man. The simple tin man was then controlled by the spiritual power, slowly swinging his stiff limbs and standing up little by little.
It made a subtle sound of grunting, and walked back and forth around the man on the broken roof, finally making his side seem less lonely.
In the alley far away, voices gradually came closer.
Cen Qianshan withdrew his gaze from the horizon and saw the small figure passing through the eaves.
"Brother, do you really not need to rest for another day? We are going to the Road of the Dead. I heard that it is where the undead appear and the road is not easy to walk on." The little girl said as she walked.
Her senior brother in white walked in front without saying a word, expressing his attitude with silence.
Miao Hong'er held Mu Xue's hand and shook her head at her, "It's useless, he won't listen. I've known him for a long time and I know what kind of person our Yun Zhongjun is."
The so-called flower on the mountain top, noble and cold, is just a shell. The person is actually like the white jade meatballs just out of the pot, with the cold skin filled with hot filling.
She whispered in Mu Xue's ear, "When Xiao Ye first came up the mountain, he was beaten down by Yang Jun from Tiezhu Peak. It was you, Senior Brother Fu, who found fault with him and blocked him for three days at the foot of Tiezhu Peak. As a result, Yang Jun and his group didn't dare to play without Xiao Ye."
Mu Xue laughed out loud: "Haha, no wonder Senior Brother Yang and Senior Brother Ye are so close."
The three of them chatted and laughed as they walked towards the depths of the dimness.
High up, the little tin man lost power and collapsed, then was picked up by a bandaged arm and held in the arms.
The lonely figure on the ruins stood up, attracted by the cheerful voices and the bustle of life in the alley, and followed from a distance as if possessed by a ghost.