167. Sword Dance

"The old man is in trouble, so he won't return home for the time being."

The ice-blue messenger flew away like light smoke, and Ye Qingyue felt a little weak in her heart.

"I'm just living outside for a while, and I don't have a red apricot out of the wall? Why should we have a weak heart? She smiled and didn't mention it.

Since she is going to live for a long time, she is not at ease with such an undefended cave.

"Mu Daoyou, I want to set up a defensive formation at the gate of the cave." Ye Qingyue said to Mu Sanniang.

Mu Sanniang smiled a little weakly: "This is the best!" Li Daoyou and I have also arranged it before, but unfortunately it was destroyed! ”

"Anyone else has been here?" Ye Qingyue asked in surprise.

Mu Sanniang said: "I came here once, because of the formation protection, they just attacked indiscriminately for a while and left. It's just that formation, but it can't be used! ”

Yes, this is a place where the strong are respected. Once someone is in trouble, how can they not fall into the well? Ye Qingyue felt even more sad in her heart, so she said: "In this case, I will spend more time on it." ”

Mu Sanniang and Li Cheng were healing in their respective caves, and Ye Qingyue also returned to her caves.

She set up a ban in the cave mansion and dodged into the Biluo space.

It was also daylight at this time in the Biluo space.

The light yellow rain flowers bloom and fall quietly, and the air is floating with the cold fragrance of Lingling, which makes people's hearts clear.

She took a deep breath, took out the Quanyin Sword, and sat cross-legged under the flower tree, the blue and blue Quanyin Sword resting horizontally on her lap.

As usual, the mental method of the foundation period of the "Biluo Heart Sutra" was operated.

The turquoise spiritual power starts from the dantian. It flows through the acupoints around the body in turn.

She calmed down and put all her mind into the blue and blue spiritual power. When the spiritual power was circulating, in the dantian, the ice-blue Heavenly Soul Flame, the colorful Phoenix True Flame and the Tianwen Sword were also slowly turning.

After a long time, when the spiritual power flowed back to the dantian, the size of the dantian was no longer enough to accommodate these spiritual powers.

It's time to hit the mid-stage of foundationalization! She could feel the barriers loosening from the early to the middle of the foundation.

This cultivation, for various reasons, she suppressed it for a long time. Now. Hit the barriers. It's not too difficult.

The speed of spiritual power suddenly accelerated, and if it was a calm river at first, it is now a raging torrent.

Pure wood spiritual power, seeping into the meridians from the side. Growing this torrent.

The speed at which spiritual power works is getting faster and faster. There are already whirlpools in the dantian.

She could feel it. The meridians and dantian were swollen and painful, and it seemed that as long as they had a little more spiritual power, they would be broken.

It's the most critical time. The circulating spiritual power accelerated again, and sharp pain spread from the dantian to all limbs.

Suddenly, the surging rapids slowed down. The river channel is widened and the riverbed is sunken, which is a sign of the success of the progression.

She continued to use her divine sense to drive her spiritual power to run for a few weeks, until her meridians were filled with these green liquids again, and Fang slowly exhaled a breath and closed her efforts.

Even if the foundation has been laid, this advancement, there are still black impurities coming out of the body.

Ye Qingyue cleaned up herself, changed her clothes, and walked out of the Biluo space.

It was already completely dark.

It seems that this time she advanced, she spent a whole day.

Walking out of the cave, there was no trace of destruction or invasion of the formation set up outside the cave. She examined it carefully, and then leapt up the hill with her sword in hand.

The moon is full on this night, and the clear moonlight is like water, spreading on every mountain top and cliff.

The cold wind of the Gobi night soaked in the moonlight and blew on the body, as if dipped in ice water, it was cold to the bone.

Before today, there was still one by his side not far away; Tonight, I walked alone in the cold wind under the moon.

The cold wind blew people awake, as if from the warm spring-like garden, suddenly came to the windy Gobi.

The feeling of loneliness, she remembers clearly. But at such a time, holding the cold Quanyin Sword, she felt more steady.

"Perhaps, the sword itself is cold and lonely, right?" She couldn't help but think so.

Sometimes, the human heart must be away from those warm lights and smiles in order to become sharp, transparent, and tough.

In the moonlight, the blue-black cliffs plunged straight into the clouds, and when she looked up, she could only see a black and charming sky.

Suddenly an impulse and pride surged in her heart, and she lifted her breath and climbed towards the highest point of the mountain.

The blue-black rocks were thrown behind him one by one, and the wind poured down from above, blowing the clothes and hunting.

Relying on her neat body, she flew vertically like an ape, enjoying the feeling of flying in mid-air.

As a person walking on the road, I have been longing for the sky since I knew that I was not a bird.

Why do you crave the sky?

She thought it was because when she was in the air: above, the sky was infinitely high; Below, the infinite land; Left and right, front and back, there are no barriers to get in the way.

When a person walks on the ground, you can't walk anywhere.

You can't go to a place where you have a house, a place where you have flowers and crops, and a lot of places where you have a master for all sorts of reasons. As a result, people invented roads, which made them convenient and restricted.

On the earth, only the place called the "way" is completely yours.

The sky is not.

There is no road in heaven!

You are free to go left and right, forward and backward.

When you are in heaven, you are completely free.

That's about the feeling of flying!

Hearty, but also dripping!

She stepped on a rock at the top.

The rock was no more than a step long and wide, and as she stood on it, she heard the wind pass by her ears like a bitter song.

The surrounding undulating mountains are in full view, and when you look up, the stars and moon in the sky are still unattainable.

But she must have gotten closer to them, right?

She sat down on the rock. It's a bit boring.

She didn't know how to explain her sudden impulse tonight, but when the impulse came, she didn't want to do it.

She willfully left a lot of things behind, or rather, left them at the bottom of the mountain.

At this moment, she is the only one here, accompanied by the mountain wind, the moonlight, the sparse stars and the sky.

When you're far away from something. You're close to something else. Isn't it?

She still has a sword in her hand! Cold, lonely, a sword that is not understood and does not want to be understood.

Sharp, belonging to ice and snow. A sword that belongs to blood and death.

Shine your sword in the moonlight.

She saw her face glint on the sword.

Quan Yinjian seemed to know her mind. There was a clear sound.

Her heart skipped a beat.

This moment. Is she like this sword? Cold, sober, lonely, bathed in the moonlight, facing the wind. Independent at the top of the mountain.

Perhaps, this is the real her?

Clear Moon.

Clear as the moon, the blue sky.

Even if she has the tenderness and gentleness of a girl, she is still like the moonlight, or the mountain wind.

That was the undertone of her life.

The way of nature, this is her Dao heart.

Nature, what is nature?

It's what it should be, it's what it is, that's nature!

She was worried about the dust in her heart because of her scarlet soft emotion, but in fact, it was because that soft and soft person didn't look like her anymore, right?

When she was closer to those warm lights and smiles, she was far away from the mountain breeze and the moonlight!

When she looked at him, she should have remembered that.

Empathetic.

That's because her heart is not firm enough, because she has forgotten what she is supposed to be.

Love, from the heart.

Only with a firm heart can there be firm loyalty.

Killing can refine the heart;

Long-term affection can wash sex.

This should be the love of a cultivator!

The so-called fur, the heart is the skin, the love word is the hair, the skin does not exist, the hair will be attached?

Having skin without hair is mutilated, and having hair without skin is chaos.

Her eyes gradually cleared, and she looked at them like the moonlight.

Qingqing reflects the sword light, and the dust is not stained.

There was a sonorous sound, piercing the clear moonlight.

Sword out.

The man in white was on the top of this mountain, dancing with his sword.

Suying and Ting, such as Chang'e.

The sword dance was gentle and slow, and the trajectory and posture of each sword were clearly visible.

It seems to be just some ordinary movements, but when combined, it has a little indescribable feeling.

It feels mysterious, and you can only describe it in vague and obscure words.

No matter how you describe it, you can't deny that it's a beautiful picture.

Ye Qingyue didn't think so much at this time, she felt that there were many emotions in her heart, and she couldn't understand them in words.

Only with a sword.

It is said that words are the voice of the heart, but sometimes, the roll of the tongue is far less hearty than the staggered loop of the sword.

For with every sword, you must use all your strength and spirit; Every sword can mean the destruction or rebirth of a soul.

The swordsman, the murder weapon also.

The one who wields the sword, and the one who kills it.

Is there anything more powerful than life or death?

On this night, the moonlight is faint, and the evening breeze hunts. Above the vast Gobi, the mountains are like the spine of a giant beast, craggy above the yellow sea of sand.

The white-clothed sword-dancing man is like a butterfly. Stop at the top of your spine and make a silent song with your sword.

At the foot of the mountain, there was also a person who looked up in surprise.

At just one glance, the shadow of that graceful was engraved in my heart and could no longer linger.

He flew up and stared not far from the top of the mountain.

That kind of sword, that kind of person, that kind of moonlight.

After a long time, the sword-dancing man finally stopped. The two looked at each other and smiled unconsciously.

Ye Qingyue saw that person clearly, it was Fang Jianyun. How did he get here?

Fang Jianyun couldn't tell what he felt in his heart, but Ye Qingyue's sword was indeed good.

Inside her sword, there is a kind of extreme purity and clarity, so beautiful that there is no trace of red dust and fireworks.

"I'm also using a sword, how about a game?" He said.

"I can't ask for it." She said. (To be continued......)