"Without swordsmanship, who can still create their own skills? Even if they do, I'm afraid they will die of old age!"

"It stands to reason that the master of the sect has expressly forbidden the cultivation of this scripture, but there is nothing wrong with passing it on to one or two. ”

Zhao Zihan stood still respectfully, with the voice of his senior sister in his ears.

But listening to her continue: "Few people in the sect have cultivated the contents of these two books, especially the Meridian Sutra, which has been ignored for more than two hundred years. ”

"Although you are talented and rare in the world, it is not necessary to read two books at once. ”

Looking at Senior Sister Lanyue in a bland tone, but smiling and saying such teasing words, Zhao Zihan said: The human race really hides a knife in his smile.

"I'll give you a copy of the Tao Te Ching when I come in the afternoon, and it's not too late for you to read the Meridian Sutra when you open the pulse. ”

Zhao Zihan was dumbfounded: Why is it still like this? But there is nothing to be done, okay, then so be it.

Lan Yue looked at his stupid stupid appearance, and suddenly realized in her heart: he is like this, needless to say, he didn't fix that Raushzi "Quick", but he didn't even mess with "Lang Qing Concubine's Mind Method"!

......

Qingyang Mountain is deep and lofty, the forest is verdant, and the clouds and mist are shrouded. There are many sycamores, apricot trees, pine maples, waterfalls and flowing springs, and hundreds of birds singing.

On the Qingyang Ridge, there is a large meadow, the east, south and north sides of the meadow, the forest is luxuriant, and the strange rocks are sagging. The west side of the meadow is an upright cliff, cutting the wall for thousands of miles, and under the cliff, it is the back mountain of Qingyang Mountain.

The back mountain is unknowable and unknowable, and it is rumored in the world that it is the most mysterious place in Qingyangmen. Qingyangmen has been inherited for more than 3,000 years, is there no heritage?

The back mountain is mysterious or not, Zhao Zihan didn't care about it at all, not to mention that entering the back mountain requires a pass token that elite disciples have, and such a high cliff can't easily go down.

He likes to practice his sword on the meadow.

After a period of time, he seemed to have achieved some fame in sword practice, and his fellow disciples on the mountain were surprised to find that the sky of Qingyang Mountain was suddenly quieter.

Senior Sister Lanyue specially examined the wounds on the crow's body, and then she said: Someone is practicing the Qingyang Nine Changes.

Zhao Zihan was sitting comfortably on the meadow on the top of the mountain at the moment, facing the Baizhang high cliff going to the back mountain, holding an old book that had been turned over very casually.

He didn't practice swords today as he did in the past, but looked at a few fallen leaves on the meadow, and stood still, I don't know if he was lamenting the change of seasons, the loss of time, or the shortness of time?

...... This "Tao Te Ching" says that the truth of heaven and earth and the poor changes are endless, but the essence of it has been spread throughout the world for thousands of years.

Although the demon race and the human race are on the same page, they are of the same origin in terms of their ancient cultural heritage. Sentences like "Tao is Tao, very Tao" are actually almost familiar to humans and demons, but in terms of understanding, they will always be very different.

Zhao Zihan has been thinking hard for the past half a month: I thought that this scripture was so profound, who would have thought that the sentences in it would be calloused.

Hundreds of millions of people have studied this book exhaustively, but where can I see a new name now?

"Taoism is natural", who doesn't know, but how to Taoism and nature?

For example, I am a demon in the demon clan, and when I am in the human race, I will be a man? When I arrive in Zhaojiabao, I am the same Zhao Zihan? His father is my father, his mother is my mother, and his sister is also my sister?

But this is not the way of cultivation.

Or is it that if I fall into the river, I will be a fish, if I run into the air, if I am a bird, and when I enter the sea, I will turn into a dragon?

But I'm not a fish, I'm not a bird, I'm not a dragon, I'm not magic!

Hehe, hehehehe......

Thinking of this, Zhao Zihan couldn't help but laugh at his innocent thoughts, and suddenly remembered a joke Yan Mu'er said.

At that time, Yan Meier had just turned fifteen years old, and she always liked to hold a mirror in her hand, look left and right, and sometimes reach out and pinch her face to pinch it, comparing and ......

Yan Mu'er then said: There is a joke about a Terran beauty, who is free of illness and pain, but one day she died inexplicably with a mirror in her hand.

Guess how she died? Yan Mu'er asked Zhao Zihan with a wink.

At that time, I deliberately said: Didn't you say it, she died inexplicably, isn't that inexplicably dead!

I know that Yan Mu'er wants to sell Guanzi, but I just don't cooperate with him, heh... Yan Mu'er was bored, and she was very helpless, so she had to look at Yan Mei'er and replied to herself: She looked in the mirror by herself, and she ended up being beautiful to death!

Haha, hahaha......

Seeing Yan Mei'er's angry face flushed, she also howled a few times with Yan Mu'er like a wolf.

suddenly made a straight face, gritted his teeth and said to Yan Mu'er: The ghost only believes you, you beware of being laughed to death by the jokes you tell!

......

Yan Mu'er tells jokes, no matter how funny a joke comes out of his mouth, it won't be funny.

However, he always managed to tell what was originally funny and not funny at all, and now that I think about it, it was a joke......

Zhao Zihan read the book and looked distracted, remembering the past, his mood became a little happy, looking at the beautiful mountains of Qingyang Mountain, the green grass on the meadow like a blanket, and couldn't help but start running on the green meadow.

At this time, an old song flashed in his mind, so he divided his hands and stroked his two arms at his sides, imitating the wings of a bird to fly, and sang in his mouth:

I'm a little bird...... I want to fly, I want to fly, but I can't fly......

A miracle happens!

It was, really, like a bird.

Zhao Zihan felt like a bird flying more than two feet high, and his body was as light as catkins, floating in the air......

It was a lot of fun for a while, and he unconsciously stopped in the air for a while, but it didn't fall. Curious, his hands fluttered wildly, his feet kicked open, he wanted to turn the direction, and tried to fly freely like a bird.

Unexpectedly, after such a toss, his body suddenly stagnated, but he fell to the ground with a "bang".

He fell on the meadow, gnawed a mouthful of green grass in his mouth, was very frustrated, and a little unwilling, hurriedly got up, recalled the action just now, and sang: I am a little bird......

I fly!

The body slammed forward......

Fly a fart, didn't fly, just ran two feet forward, and came again... Didn't fly. Again... Didn't fly......

I tried I don't know how many times, but I couldn't fly again, and finally sat on the meadow disappointed, feeling extremely depressed.

After a while, he sadly sang another old song and walked slowly down the mountain.

"I don't have to ...... that feeling anymore"

This time, he did not take the usual path up the mountain, but chose a secluded path to walk.

Halfway up the mountain, there is a waterfall that rushes down from the cliff.

On the side of the waterfall, the bluestone is a path, the pavilion is like a pavilion, the pavilion is scattered, the corridor is tortuous, there are flowers full of paths, the old willow hangs low, the swallow murmurs, and the little bee buzzes over.

Oh, this is the Banshan Pavilion! Since I'm here, let's go see Senior Sister Blue Moon, and ask about that by the way......

On the edge of the neat small stone path, flowers are in full bloom, the mountain stream water turns here, and a large stone pool is formed on the edge of the pavilions.

The pond is watery and blue, there are lotus flowers, and the red water is half a pool.

Some brothers and sisters sat on the jasper terrace in the middle of the pool, reading leisurely. There are also two senior sisters in pink dresses, rowing a small boat, slanting their incense sleeves, and picking lotuses in the pool.

This place is like heaven and earth! Zhao Zihan admired in his heart, and his frustration was relaxed.

In the corridor, a blue-clothed senior brother who was walking slowly with an ancient scroll looked at Zhao Zihan in surprise and asked, "You don't practice hard at the bottom of the mountain, but why are you here?"

Hearing the senior brother's slightly reproachful tone, Zhao Zihan was startled: Oh, I forgot! Here, the low-level disciples under the mountain can't come for no reason......

"I... I... I'm here to find Senior Sister Blue Moon for something. Zhao Zihan snorted.

The senior brother in blue seemed to glance at Zhao Zihan, and he didn't bother to take care of him anymore.

Zhao Zihan didn't know where Senior Sister Lanyue lived, and if she broke into a mess, she would always seem rude, and she would suddenly be in a dilemma.

But since they've all broken in, it's sneaky to go back......

Just as he was hesitating, he saw Senior Sister Lanyue take an old book, flash it from the shade of the tree, and said, "You come to me, then follow me into the house for a cup of tea." ”

...... It's clear that I didn't see her just now, she shouldn't be near the left, but listen to what she means, I just talked to Senior Brother in Blue, and she heard it?

If this is the case, then her "half-hearted" internal strength method is afraid that it will be extraordinary!

Zhao Zihan secretly admired in his heart, but replied gently: "There is Senior Sister Lao." ”

Following behind the senior sister's buttocks, Zhao Zihan glanced at the roundness under the senior sister's waist as if intentionally and unintentionally.

Senior sister is wearing a short light gray cotton skirt today, and the pale yellow linen shirt is tied in the skirt, showing a thin waist and two long legs, which is quite refreshing and beautiful.

A pair of high-heeled clogs are pedaled under her feet, which sets off her graceful figure, and swaying when she walks.

Zhao Zihan thought sullenly: Senior Sister Lanyue, she is still very beautiful.

Along the winding stone path, I walked to the residence of the blue moon, but saw that it was an independent courtyard.

The courtyard is surrounded by neat wooden stakes, and sparse pothos climbs on the stakes. The wooden house is not very large, and it smells of flowers everywhere.

Zhao Zihan followed his senior sister into the cottage and sat in her elegantly decorated small living room.

Seeing that the senior sister seemed to have a clay pot to make tea with her own hands, her eyes couldn't help but start looking around.

Well, the furnishings in the house are elaborate, but also simple: the chair is the stump of the tree in the mountain, the table is also dead wood on the roadside, and a small hanging chair is clearly the most ordinary rattan on Qingyang Mountain.

Blue Moon seems to be quite particular about making tea, holding a small jar for a while, and a small jar for a while, I don't know what to add to the clay pot.

Seeing Zhao Zihan sitting silently, Lan Yue smiled slightly:

"It will take a moment and a half for this tea to be brewed, so you might as well take a look around in the humble house. ”

"As for Senior Sister's bedroom, although you are still young, you are always a man, so you can be spared!"

Zhao Zihan was also not polite, got up according to his words, and said: "Senior sister has a way of self-cultivation, I will take a look casually, or if there is a lesson, it will be disturbed." ”

There is a hidden fragrance of her daughter in the east, which should be her boudoir, and she should not be seen if she is incivil, and she should not enter.

The small door in the west was half-hidden, and under his spiritual awareness, he felt that it was a small study, Zhao Zihan pushed the bamboo door and walked in.

On the four walls of the study, a few dead trees were carefully trimmed, and bookshelves were made against the wooden walls, and large and small wire-bound books lay on the branches of the dead trees.

A three-foot-square, five-foot-long slab of dead trees, with the rot removed from it, looks pitted, but it goes with the flow.

The four thick stumps are legs, supported in all directions, and they are also stable.

Senior sister, this desk, that is the supreme realm of Taoism and nature! Zhao Zihan sighed in his heart.