Yanhui Peak, Bamboo Building.
The endless sea of flowers is splendid and fragrant, illuminated by the sun. A winding path crosses the sea of flowers to the front of the bamboo building.
Someone walks on it.
Maybe it shouldn't be human.
That thing looked like an upright shadow, barely in the shape of a human figure, and the shape seemed to be very unstable. When the wind blew, there were fluffy shadows flying behind it. Two blood-red lights dotted what might be called the "face", and the color was scary red, like the two red lanterns hanging in front of the gate of Yama.
It came to the door.
But as if hesitating, he didn't knock on the door for a long time.
The jet-black palm with sharp nails covered its face, the shadow swayed violently, and a low growl came out of its throat.
Suddenly, the wind blows again.
The wind chimes on the door made a crisp sound of jingle bells.
The shadow slowly stopped shaking, but instead condensed into a youth with a clear shape.
The young man was wearing a strong black suit, with a handsome face and a ponytail tied behind his head, as if he was no different from when he left half a month ago.
He slowly raised his hand and knocked on the door of the bamboo building.
"Master, I'm back."
His voice was awkwardly dry, it was clearly a joyful tone, but it was a little hoarse. He bent the corners of his mouth again, wanting to raise a smile, but he somewhat forgot, what an ordinary person's laughter should look like. So the smile seemed a little stiff.
There was no response from Bamboo House.
He stood alone in front of the bamboo building and waited for a while, until his patience was finally exhausted, and he reached out and pushed open the door of the bamboo building.
The door was empty.
The sun shines into the house from outside the window coffin, and the air is dense with floating dust. The inner room was silent, and there was no trace of popularity at all.
The slightly stiff smile on his face slowly disappeared, and his face became expressionless and ghostly.
Stepping into the house, everything in it is still the same as before.
It's just that there is no one in the study.
In the bedroom? No one was there either.
Bamboo forest is empty. There is no one in the sea of flowers.
On the wooden shelves in the kitchen in the backyard, dishes and cakes that have been well preserved by the array are neatly placed.
Except for the one plate on the far left, the position was vacant, and the rest of the ingredients were not too much or not, and the positions remained the same.
He walked back to the study.
Then I saw a letter pressed by the inkstone.
He opened the letter.
Then I saw Ye Yunlan's Qing Jun Shu Han font.
Shen Shu, the words are like meeting.
When you read this letter, your teacher has already gone to Huangquan.
If I want to teach you not to worry about it, I also think about the promise I made with you, but it was a missed appointment for the teacher. This is the fault of the teacher.
After careful calculation, you and I have been mentoring and apprentice for six years. When I saw you in the Helan Zeyuan, you were not tall enough to be a teacher's shoulders, but now, you have grown up, your cultivation realm, and you have made great progress.
Your aptitude is very good. You have only seen kendo talent as a teacher for many years. You have practiced swords for six years, and you already have Theravada. With time, you should be able to see the extreme realm of kendo. It's just the practice of the Dao, which is more valuable than the word "persistence". As a teacher, when you are old, you can swing your sword ten thousand times a day without feeling tired. I hope that when the teacher is not there in the future, you can also diligently yourself and practice hard. Be proud of your talent, don't slack off because of laziness. In this way, if you persist for a hundred years, the road will definitely be expected.
Practitioners need to enter the world and be born, and understand the various states of the human world, so that they can achieve a perfect state of mind and cannot be confined to one corner. The puppet seal on your body has been removed, the world is vast, you should go for a walk and take a look. There are Penglai Xianshan and Feixian Islands in the border area of East Continent, Guangmingye and Sunyue Lake in West Continent, Qianzhang Feiyun Pass and Wanzhang Ziliu Waterfall in the south, and Holy Snow Mountain and Ancient Icefield in the North. In the place where the five continents meet, many anecdotes originate from here. Five continents and four seas all have different scenery and different experiences. It's not a bad thing that you can gain a lot of knowledge.
If you are tired, you can return to the sect. This bamboo building will be owned by you alone when the teacher is away. There are twelve handwritten notes on the bookshelf, which are the master's experience in kendo over the years, which has been described. There are several jars of aged wine buried under the peach trees in front of the courtyard, which were brewed by the master six years ago. I originally wanted to treat you as a gift for the crown, and then take it out. Now that you are away from the teacher, you can drink it at will, pick the morning nectar, and brew it with peach blossoms in spring. It should be sweet and mellow, and you can still eat it.
For the teacher to know that you have supernatural powers, but remember that supernatural powers cannot be relied upon, and must not be used unless absolutely necessary. Two hundred years from now, there will be a catastrophe in this world. If you are in the middle of it and there is no way to avoid it, you can go to the end of the East China Sea and find the Floating Sky Temple. On the bookshelf is a letter left by the master. You can entrust this letter to the master in charge of the temple, so that you can temporarily escape from disaster.
Yesterday was my teacher's birthday. You made a bowl of longevity noodles for my teacher. My teacher liked it very much. Your cooking skills have improved again. If you want to take care of yourself in the future, don’t act like a child and cry at will.
After writing this letter, I want to put my pen down and look at the windowsill.
The noon sun outside the window is just right, and the flowers are in full bloom.
It is spring.
May you practice smoothly in the future, be free from illness and have no worries, and hope for an immortal path. The prospect is so bright.
Ye Yunlan is absolutely brilliant.