Chaoyang
The sword dance showed a cold light, and the river and sea condensed into a clear light. For a moment, Pei Ziyun stopped with his long sword, took a deep breath, and took out his flute to play.
The flute and the flute are connected, and there is no big problem in playing it. As Pei Ziyun plays, the flute sound is gentle and gentle, swimming in the quietness of the valley. The most peculiar thing is that the flute sound seems to be condensed, and the heart of the sword practice gradually subsides.
"Soldiers are weapons of murder."
Pei Ziyun was walking in the quiet path of the valley, wearing a small black wooden crown and a white gown, with fluttering sleeves and a crisp sound of clogs. It was already spring, and it must have been the imperial examination in the capital. A rain last night made the valley fresh, and the sun shone brightly. , the roadside is decorated with dendrobium, daylily, mulberry and other flowers, just like a picture.
At this time, he secretly thought: "No wonder there are so few people who are proficient in the art of swordsmanship. This art of killing also consumes oneself, hurts the body and the mind, and requires health care to comfort him. After Qingsong Taoist turned 30, he devoted his attention to the two arts of Xiao Hua, and gradually condensed and purified them, so that he could The swordsman goes one step further.”
"Taoist Qingsong started with killing, nourished by Xiao, condensed in painting, and entered Taoism with the sword. Xiao's painting and sword are inseparable, so I inherited these."
Thinking of this, I took a look.
"Xiao Yi: Mastery."
"Drawing: Mastery."
"Matsukaze Swordsmanship: Grandmaster (6.5%)"
"I have digested all the experience points of Taoist Qingsong, and that's only up to this point." Pei Ziyun sighed, returned to the room, took an inkstone and gently ground it. Calligraphy emphasizes patience and character. Grinding also calms the mind. After taking a I laid a blank and framed scroll on the floor, dipped some ink on it, and began to think about it.
After a while, I had a plan in my mind. I had once looked over the mountains and saw the whole city of Beijing. With this thought, I started to draw.
There is a flag on the city, a group of people driving an ox cart at the city gate, a few donkeys making a noise, people coming and going in the streets in the distance, an old man chasing a rooster on the street, a hawker carrying a load, the capital city is drawn like a scroll.
Longing, sustenance, and cohesion flowed through the painting as the painting scroll began, and the schematic map of the capital gradually took shape. I painted what I saw in the capital bit by bit, and Wan Yao came to life.
Pei Ziyun gradually became immersed, as if he had returned to the capital city again, strolling on the streets, and the surrounding streets and people gradually condensed into it.
The five-meter paper is extremely prosperous, with city walls, canals, docks, palaces, and even a small vendor selling goods. The flags on the shop are all accurate. Just by looking at them, you can feel the various things in the capital.
"Ziyun!" The door was not closed. Yu Yunjun called out from outside the door. When there was no answer, he looked inside and saw a handsome young man writing or drawing with a pen.
Yu Yunjun was a little curious, so he opened the door and came in. The room was also elegant. Behind Pei Ziyun was a bookcase with many Taoist scriptures on it. At this time, Yu Yunjun did not pay attention to these, but came closer to Pei Ziyun and looked at the table.
A map of the capital on the table gradually became more complete, broad, majestic, detailed, and vast. It painted a picture of a prosperous age, with prosperity rushing in. It only dazzled people. It seemed that they could see the capital when they saw it. Yu Yunjun couldn't help but hold his breath. , for fear of disturbing Pei Ziyun and ruining this painting.
Yu Yunjun was born in a noble family, and his family had heirlooms of poetry and calligraphy. It can be said that when he saw Pei Ziyun writing, Wan had been immersed in this art for decades, and he was shocked: "When did this disciple even have such an aura in painting?"
Looking closer, Pei Ziyun smelled a faint fragrance while he was painting. At this time, he did not move and continued holding the brush. Seeing this expression, Yu Yunjun looked at it intently and was in a trance.
As if he were upstairs, the indoor bronze lamp emitted a soft and hazy yellow light, and a rimmed reed mat was spread on the ground. The young man was sitting due north, with a wooden case in front of him. At this time, he was writing with a pen, and he was kneeling on one side. , just looking at it intently, it seems that I am already happy, already joyful, and my mind is at peace.
"Yu Lang!"
Yu Yunjun almost shouted. At this time, Pei Ziyun hooked up the last corner with one stroke and turned around. She came back to her senses. He was no longer the same person as before. The deceased could never be found again. Even if he was reincarnated, he would not have the ability to remember. , a feeling of confusion suddenly came to her mind, she calmed down, and then she exclaimed: "What a painting, is this a painting in the capital?"
Pei Ziyun put the pen aside, hung the picture, and saluted: "Yes, Master, this is indeed what I wrote after seeing the prosperity of the capital."
Hearing this, Mr. Yu Yun smiled: "Zi Yun, I have always known that you are a great talent. I have seen many amazing things about you. Today, I don't want you to show off your painting skills again. This painting is really wonderful."
After listening to Mr. Yu Yun's words, Pei Ziyun also laughed: "Master, this is related to my practice of swordsmanship. Refining the sword, nourishing it, and condensing it in painting. I have understood the Samadhi during this trip. Painting is to condense the sword's intention. How deep the painting is, how solid the sword is."
Pei Ziyun said in detail at this time: "My painting is not very strong. It can only be regarded as a master's degree, but it is not yet perfect."
Lord Yu Yun listened to Pei Ziyun's words and clapped his hands: "Ziyun, you already have the foundation to enter the Tao with the sword. Even if you don't practice Taoism, you can still enter the Tao. But why have so few Taoists in the past used this method to enter the Tao?"
"It's because this way of swordsmanship is a way of killing. Excessive qi will harm your life. Even if you develop a foundation in cooperation, you may not be able to live long. Do you know that according to records, very few swordsmen live past seventy?"
"That's why."
"Originally, I wanted to remind you that now that you have cultivated Xiao and concentrated on painting, your achievements in the future will be limitless. You have already discovered this shortcoming by yourself."
Just as Pei Ziyun was about to speak, Lord Yu Yun said sternly: "The way of Yin Shen is still cultivating the body. This is the right way. Your master is more inclined to Taoism. I have nothing to teach you about swordsmanship. But don't delay Taoism and start practicing." It’s serious to get Tianmen.”
After listening to Yu Yunjun's words, Pei Ziyun thought for a while and smiled: "Thank you Master for your guidance. I understand that cultivation is the foundation."
"Swordsmanship is the foundation for protecting the Tao, while Taoism, Dharma, and wisdom are the foundation for longevity. Both are indispensable. Only by working together can one live a long life and avoid disasters."
"It's really teachable. Both are fundamental, but how many practitioners can't see through it? Either you only practice one end, seeking spiritual swordsmanship, and immortality without inner breath will inevitably turn into ashes. If you only practice Taoism, spiritual wisdom, When faced with a human disaster, if you don’t have a foundation to protect your way, you will inevitably turn into a handful of loess.”
Pei Ziyun listened to Yu Yunjun's words and felt the same. In his previous life, he was proficient in the stock market. This was seeking the Dao. Obtaining a large amount of wealth from the stock market was the Dao. However, without the foundation to protect the Dao, he ended up becoming a trader of a large organization and serving as a wedding dress. , it is so similar to practicing Taoism, I feel emotional.
After a while, I remembered Song Zhi. In the memory of the original owner, no matter how many things happened, the leader was always partial. At this time, he thought about it and hesitated.
When Yu Yunjun saw it, he asked, "What else are you worried about now? You might as well tell me."
"Master, I dare to ask, what is the relationship between Song Zhi and the leader? Although they are master and apprentice, I can see that these two people seem to have something special!" Pei Ziyun asked with a solemn expression.
After listening to these words, Yu Yunjun took a few steps and then sighed: "You can see it too. Although their relationship is only master and apprentice now, the matter can be traced back to decades ago."
"The leader was young and lonely. It was the first elder of the sect who took him in. He was both a teacher and a father. He raised him up, and finally he excelled and became the leader."
"This elder reluctantly cultivated the Yinshen Tao, but he had no chance to pass it on directly, so he chose to be reincarnated and was found by the leader. He is now Song Zhi."
"The leader personally went out to find Song Zhi, verified that it was correct, and included him in the sect."
"It's just that although Song Zhi confirmed it, he can't become a yin god without breaking through the Tianmen. His memory has not been restored, and his temperament is different from before. The leader Nianqing just wants to return his kindness to him."
"You were my father in my previous life, and I am my teacher in this life. This happens a lot in immortal sects. This is not uncommon. If I am reincarnated in the future, I will need you to protect me." Yu Yunjun said seriously.
Pei Ziyun is the one with the clear enlightenment. Master and disciple of the Immortal Sect are more closely related. No one can guarantee enlightenment in one lifetime. The master and disciple are closely related in Qi and are entangled in each other. He immediately bowed his head and said: "If master is in trouble in the future, disciple will definitely protect him. Lead the master to enter the Tao."
Listening to Pei Ziyun's words, Yu Yunjun nodded. Who can guarantee that he will never fall? If you have an apprentice, you will receive more care in the next life.
Pei Ziyun stood up and realized that the leader and Song Zhi had such hidden secrets. No wonder the leader had fully supported Song Zhi in his previous life until the end.
This is not only the respect and love for Master's upbringing, but also the father's love for raising a child to grow up. With such complex emotions and constant separation, no wonder it happens like this.
There is no need to mention this topic, but Yu Yunjun snorted coldly: "Even so, but Song Zhicheng's direct descendant, you can't do it. The leader has gone too far. Even if he has an affair, he can't cross the red line. I have reported this to the ancestor. , but we also have to strive for success. If you open the Heavenly Gate as soon as possible, the leader will no longer be able to stop you from becoming the direct heir."
"Humph, the leader's original branch was just ordinary elders, not direct descendants. If he had followed his current behavior, he would not have been the leader back then." Yu Yunjun said, feeling resentful towards the leader.
Upon hearing this, Pei Ziyun burst out laughing and said to Mr. Yu Yun: "So there is this inside story. I want to quickly break through the Tianmen and achieve the Yin God. I will live up to Master's wishes and compete with Song Zhi."
As soon as Pei Ziyun finished speaking, a plum blossom appeared in front of him, and it quickly enlarged into a translucent information frame, with a line of red letters emerging.
"Mission: Break through the Tianmen and achieve direct succession."
Yu Yunjun applauded after hearing this: "You have such thoughts, I am very satisfied as a teacher. I hope you can break through the Tianmen one day. You are my only disciple, and the resources of my lineage will be tilted towards you."
"Just don't be careless. In fact, according to the sect's Taoism and step by step, most of them can cultivate to the eighth or ninth level. But breaking through the Tianmen is not a matter of course. In fact, most of the disciples have been wandering outside the Tianmen for more than ten years, or even their entire lives. Even the master myself. It’s only been a few years since the breakthrough.”
With the memory of the original owner, after listening to Yu Yunjun's words, Pei Ziyun thought for a while and smiled: "Master, I understand, but I will live up to expectations."
"Believe me, this gate of heaven is not a problem for me."
(End of chapter)