In the gentle evening breeze of Changchun Peak, Meng Xueli led two apprentices to choose a place to live.
The eldest disciple Ji Xiao lived in the yard next to him, only separated by a wall. Meng Xueli thought with relief, the child is quite clingy, and it seems that he has already admitted and accepted me.
On the other hand, I feel a little embarrassed, or else set up a blocking formation between the two houses? Practitioners have sensitive five senses, and they can know each other a little bit of movement, which is embarrassing.
I don't care, I haven't seen anything in the world, I'm just afraid that the child is thin-skinned.
The second disciple, Yu Qishu, lived in a small attic in Linxi, outside Taolin.
He heard Meng Xueli say that this place was the closest to the quiet room where Jian Zun meditated and retreated, and he hoped to get some immortal energy.
It was a day of ups and downs, and it was indeed a little exhausting. The shadows of the trees swayed in front of the west window, and he fell asleep with the melting moonlight and the sound of the gurgling stream.
I don't know how long I slept, when a rustling sound suddenly sounded in my ears. Yu Qishu opened her eyes ignorantly, only to feel a slight itching around her neck, and subconsciously reached out to scratch, but caught something fluffy.
He woke up with a shock.
The palm of the hand is actually a money rat, the size of a tea cup, a light and soft mass, the fur is soft and smooth, the lines are gray and white, and the round black eyes are small.
One person and one mouse stared at each other.
The money rat was raised by Meng Xueli in the peach blossom forest, with a litter of seven. They feed on fallen trees and flowers. They are very human, gentle and clean.
Yu Qishu thought, maybe she came to the stream with her to comb and wash her hair. This one fell behind, and somehow got into his bed. Fortunately, he slept properly and did not have the habit of turning over.
Yu Qishu raised the mouse: "You are so beautiful, you are white."
The money rat fluttered in panic: "Squeak?"
Yu Qishu glanced at the bright light and smiled, "I see, you are here to wake me up."
The climate of Hanshan is dry and cold, and the quilt is warm and comfortable, and it is all about explosiveness to get up. He was sleepy in the morning when he was studying the Dharma hall, so he often read in the morning.
Unexpectedly, the first morning when I came to Changchun Peak, it seemed that I had returned to my homeland in the south, and I woke up before 90.
The morning sun has not yet risen, the dark blue sky and the moon shadow hang in the west, the white morning mist floats in the mountains and forests, and Yu Qishu climbs the stairs.
The roads of Changchun Peak are like this. Although they are tortuous but not steep, the scenery is changed every step of the way, as if they were carefully designed and in line with the beauty of nature.
The mouse stuck its head out of his chest, squinting slightly, enjoying the morning breeze. When passing through Taolin, Yu Qishu put down the money mouse: "Go home."
The mouse rubbed his fingertips, turned his head and ran into the sea of flowers, disappearing in a blink of an eye.
The viewing platform is at the top of the mountain. The highest point of Changchun Peak is high but not cold.
When he ascended the last stone steps, the unobstructed sky suddenly burst into view. He saw a faint halo above his head, like an upside-down colored glass bowl, the shimmer of light when the 'Eternal Changchun Array' was running.
The sea of clouds surging, the peaks of the cold mountains are covered with snow, and the peaks are hidden and appear, like a sword with a scabbard, and the cold light is piercing.
Looking down at the sky and the earth, everything suddenly becomes clear.
The so-called 'observation deck' is not a stone platform, or a pavilion facing the sea of clouds.
The entire top of Changchun Peak is a very open and flat meadow. Yu Qishu estimated that it was big enough to run a horse.
"You're here." Meng Xueli was sitting on the soft meadow, eating snacks with a cloth bag in hand, damp mist in her hair.
Only then did Yu Qishu come back to her senses, and she said in shock, "Aren't you? It's so early in the morning, and the wind is dew in the middle of the night?"
"Is it early? It's just nine hours." Meng Xueli gave him a piece of peach cake.
Yu Qishu thought while eating, and said that she was in class to watch the sunrise.
"It's not called an observation deck, is it?"
Meng Xueli said vaguely: "It's called the viewing platform. My Taoist companion did it. He slashed a sword."
Yu Qishu closed her eyes and imagined the picture. There was a sword light in the sea of clouds, the ground shook and the mountains shook, the boulders collapsed, and the top of the mountain was leveled. I couldn't help shivering.
The day Ji Xiao took Meng Xueli back to Changchun Peak, Meng Xueli saw that the trees in the mountains were tall, with lush branches and leaves, and his sight was always blocked.
He likes shade, but wants a small platform with a full, vast starry sky. Feeling that he had to go further, he said in a low voice, "If it's troublesome, you don't need it. The roof is pretty good too."
Ji Xiao thought about it and said, "No trouble."
Meng Xueli bowed down gratefully: "Thank you, Zhenren!"
Meng Xueli sighed slightly as he recalled the old events. Immediately stood up and took two steps back: "Don't eat too much, draw your sword."
Yu Qishu was taken aback: "Really?"
He knew that Meng Xueli had the ability because he had witnessed the opponent defeat Zhou Wu with his own eyes, but he didn't have a clear idea of the extent of his ability.
Suddenly seeing Meng Xueli's posture, he couldn't help but be curious. So he slapped the storage bag and brought out the 'Linchi Willow'.
The soft sword was unsheathed, and the thin and flexible blade swayed in the morning wind.
Yu Qishu asked, "Where's your sword?"
Meng Xueli smiled: "No need. You and I don't move the real essence, just like mortal warriors, only dismantling moves."
Yu Qishu nodded and said with a smile, "That's okay, you can't just rely on your higher realm than me to bully me with your true essence. I used to practice basic swordsmanship, big and small grappling hands, and twenty-four ways at home. Fist... Master, be careful!"
Before he could finish his words, his sword shadow had already stabbed out, and he wanted to take advantage of Meng Xueli's unpreparedness to be caught off guard, but he was afraid that he would really hurt his friend, so he kept a third of his strength.
Yu Qishu saw that Meng Xueli was motionless, her forehead was lifted by the wind of the sword, her heart was not good, the sword was pierced, and it was difficult to close the water, but suddenly a flower appeared in front of her eyes, and the right wrist holding the sword was sore for a moment.
A low voice sounded in my ear: "Be serious!"
Yu Qishu spun around quickly, and looked again, Meng Xueli already had a copy of the sword in his hand, it was Linchi Liu.
Meng Xueli threw the sword to him: "Come again."
Yu Qishu returned to the original place in shock, and regained his energy. The soft sword in his right hand flickered, and the silver light flickered and crackled. He stabbed directly at Meng Xue's inner door, but he swayed his sword, and at the same time, he punched out with a punch from his left arm. , the fist wind is like thunder. Unexpectedly, the punch missed, and the right arm was in severe pain, as if a weak acupoint in the right wrist was hitting Meng Xueli's palm.
That white tender, slender palm was tightly clamped like iron pliers.
He thought badly, and sure enough, he was empty-handed, and 'Linchi Liu' was in the other's hands again.
At this moment, Yu Qishu understood why Meng Xueli said there was no need, as long as they fought, his sword would become Meng Xueli's sword. Perhaps the gap between the two is far beyond his original imagination.
But his youthful disposition was aroused stubbornly: "Come again!"
…
The faint moon shadow in the western sky gradually subsided, and at the end of the eastern horizon, a line of orange-gold clouds quietly lit up.
Yu Qi was paralyzed on the ground, the meadow under her body was like soft cotton, making people want to sink in: "My right hand is about to break..."
He turned his head with difficulty, and not far away, Meng Xueli stood with his hands folded in the dim morning light, with a sea of clouds surging behind him. Thin, yet inexplicably tall.
From the first battle to the present, Meng Xueli stood on the spot without moving a single step, and just by turning, sideways, and turning around, he was unable to fight back.
"Why are you faster than me every step?" Yu Qishu couldn't explain the feeling, "I haven't made a move yet, and your next move is already there waiting for me."
Meng Xueli pulled him up and said, "It's very simple, just by looking at the changes in your eyes and expression, I know whether you are going to hit the left or the right. As soon as you raise your hand, I know whether you are going to punch or slap. I will fight back first, so faster than you."
Yu Qishu collapsed: "Where is it simple?!"
Meng Xueli: "When you practice your moves, you don't need to think about it. It's all about your body's reaction. It'll be easy."
"What's the name of your move just now?" He saw Meng Xueli's dazed expression, "It's just the move to grab my sword without turning back!"
Meng Xueli: "I don't have a name, just call me."
Yu Qishu thought to herself, her terrifying battle instinct: "I want to learn!"
Meng Xueli smiled: "Want to learn? After that, you can't go to bed early."
Yu Qishu was about to cry: "Whoever stays in bed is a dog!"
"Okay! If you don't use a trace of true essence, run through the peach forest, and the peach blossoms don't stick to your body, then you will practice the movement technique. When the wind blows, use the sword to stab the falling flowers, and if you want to stab the stamens, you will not stab the petals, and you will practice accurately. In addition to condensing the operation of the true essence, you can beat the barrier-breaking stage in the refining period, and the Hinayana in the barrier-breaking stage." Meng Xueli said with a smile, "As a teacher, there is no shortcut, and it all depends on hard work. Are you willing to practice? ?"
Yu Qishu said: "I practice!"
He thought to himself that Meng Xueli was only one year older than himself, and even if he was extremely talented and worked hard in beating his mother, he wouldn't be afraid. Heng Xia Xin has practiced it for 20 years, and after 20 years, I dare not say that it surpasses Meng Xueli, at least it can be at the same level as the latter. The road is long, counted in a hundred years, and it will not be lost in twenty years.
Yu Qishu asked: "You just said that breaking obstacles can beat Theravada, what about after Theravada?"
Meng Xueli pondered: "The battle after Theravada is the battle of Taoism and Taoism. I don't know how to tell you yet... In short, the higher the opponent's realm, the more tasteless the combat skills will be. If you meet my Taoist companion, it will be like that , A strong saint in the realm, he doesn't even need to shoot, just a little movement of his mind will transform thousands of sword shadows, my fighting skills are naturally useless."
The demon clan relies on the talent of blood, absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth faster than the human clan, and does not talk about 'Dao method' and 'Dao Xin'. Meng Xueli, who has become a new person, has only vague feelings about this at present, and he does not dare to teach him lightly, so as not to mislead his children.
"Saint realm? That's too far away." Yu Qishu sighed after listening, "If I practice your close combat skills and train all the way to advance, wouldn't I walk sideways in Theravada realm and be invincible?"
Meng Xueli was stunned for a moment, and her voice was slightly deep:
"How can there be a master who is truly invincible? Even if you are invincible in the world, there will be times when the gutter capsizes. It is easy to hide with open spears, and difficult to defend against dark arrows. You have a sword in your hand, and others have a net. You must not lose your vigilance if you rely on your own strength. Heart."
Yu Qishu struggled to stand up and saluted: "Master!"
Meng Xueli smiled: "Okay. There's too much to talk about today, go back to sleep and think about it..."
He stood up and patted Yu Qishu's shoulder, but his eyes fell on the young man not far away, "Tingyun is here. It's not even 10 hours, so it's quite early."
"I can't sleep, so I'll think about it slowly here." Yu Qishu shook her head.
The young man approached Chenfeng: "What did Elder Meng say?"
Meng Xueli frowned, "If you don't call Master what elder, or you can just follow Xiao Yu and call me Brother Meng." In front of outsiders, you can't let someone call him 'Daddy'.
Ji Xiao: "..."
Ji Xiao whispered: "Xueli."
Meng Xueli was stunned: "Alright."
He thought about it, Xiao Tingyun is Ji Xiao's parent after all, maybe the real person taught him.
Meng Xueli: "Tingyun, what do you think is the battle of Taoism and Taoism?"
Ji Xiao raised his eyebrows slightly, not knowing where to start.
Meng Xueli thought he was nervous: "I was chatting with Xiao Yu just now, and I just happened to be chatting. You can take the real person Ji Xiao as an example, just say whatever you want."
It's about 'talking about Taoism'. Although Ji Xiao felt that the little Taoist companion had an awkward attitude, he still answered seriously:
"When fighting against people above the realm of saints, firmness of mind is the first, magical means second, and weapons and instruments are the last..."
Yu Qishu was puzzled: "How can the weapon be the last time, 'Jixiao is in the cold mountain, three feet three away from the sky', because the beginning of the sky is just three feet and three, people often say that the beginning of the sky is boundless, all the swords bow their heads , is it a lie?"
Ji Xiao smiled and said: "It's not a lie. But 'the swords bow their heads' does not rely on the power of the gods themselves. The enemy's swords are only contending in their sheaths, but they don't obey orders and dare not draw them out, because their swords are more honest than people. To subdue the soldiers without fighting is the battle of the heart of the Tao.
"You are fighting against Ji Xiao. Your sword is also Ji Xiao's sword. If he wants to borrow a sword from heaven and earth, it will be Ji Xiao's sword thousands of miles away."
Yu Qishu stood in a trance, as if she understood, but at the same time as if she didn't understand at all.
For a moment, I recalled the countless battles just now, and for a moment imagined countless swords traversing thousands of miles and covering the sky.
He vaguely felt that he had touched something beyond his cognition, and the sky above his head was suddenly larger and wider.
It seems that the past ten years of life have just been spinning around in the maze, stumbling and groping for a way out. Suddenly, two wings were born, flying over the labyrinth, looking down at the past self.
Meng Xueli sighed: "It's good to be a first-timer."
"Don't disturb him, let's go down the mountain." Ji Xiao said.
Meng Xueli smiled: "You are also very good." In the future, he will inherit your father's mantle.
Ji Xiao saw Xiaodaolu's silly happiness, and smiled: "Master taught well."
Meng Xueli: "Let's go, Master will show you the baby!"
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The city at the foot of Hanshan Mountain, known as 'Hanmen City', where mortals and practitioners coexist.
A long time ago, there were only more than ten families here. Because the Hanshan Sword Sect was established and its reputation spread far and wide, it gradually grew, and the village became a town, and the town became a city.
Young people who come from thousands of miles to learn from their teachers and seek Taoism are full of dust and dust.
Backed by a big tree to enjoy the cool, the Hanshan Sword Sect sits in town and issued a ban on martial arts, prohibiting swords from being used in the city, and Hanmen City is naturally more peaceful than other places.
The northern scattered cultivators meet here to trade, and auction houses and pawn shops specializing in cultivators’ business have also opened one after another. There is no need to worry about encountering madmen who kill people and steal treasures, and the business will naturally grow bigger and bigger.
Meng Xueli hasn't been out of Hanshan for three years, and this is the first time he has come to Hanmen City.
Ji Xiao was afraid that he would bump into him, so he protected him and walked forward: "Festivals in the world, the first day of the new year."
Meng Xueli: "You don't know, the Lunfa Hall was closed for a day, and Xiaoyu asked me to go to the city for a drink. What about the Hongyun Building? Why didn't I come at that time?"
"Rangrang below, let's shoot!"
The crowd in the street dispersed with laughter, Meng Xueli looked up, and the windows on the second floor were wide open, with slender bamboo poles sticking out of the windows, carrying long strings of red firecrackers on the poles.
There was a loud crackling sound above his head, and Meng Xueli pulled Ji Xiao up, laughing, and running around with the crowd.
Ji Xiao thought that you are a cultivator, but you didn't break free. Let Meng Xueli pull him to run wildly, running out of gunpowder and red all the way.
Meng Xueli saw that everything was fresh, she wanted to eat and buy things, but she still remembered the business.
He took Ji Xiao to the main street, and the first house was a striking pawn shop, with black plaques and gold lacquer, and four big characters 'Hengtong Juyuan'.
There is a couplet outside the door, "The business is booming and the money is coming to all directions", and the handwriting can be seen by the same person.
The largest pawn shop in Hanmen City, 'Hengtong Juyuan', is indeed very famous.
When he was young, the owner of the Tianhu Great Realm was short on money and had a lot of expenses. He often came here to sell magic tools, medicinal pills, and exchange some spiritual stone flowers. In recent years, Jing Di, the eldest disciple of Mingyue Lake, who is in the limelight, also bought wine here as a sword.
Before the fall of Sword Sovereign, in the auction held at the top level of the bank regularly, there would always be one or two pieces of 'suspected Sword Sovereign ink treasures' that came out, and they were often sold at high prices.
Meng Xueli said happily: "It's really easy to find, this is the one."
Ji Xiao looked at the door plaque, thinking that more than 100 years later, it still hasn't been replaced.
Meng Xueli stepped over the high threshold and looked back to see the child stunned in place, and hurriedly explained, "I'm not trying to sell you! I can't sell you!"
Ji Xiao was at a loss: "Huh?"
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