Li Xiangru looked at Huang Xiaowei, who was sitting on the edge of the bed without moving, and suddenly felt a little bit like a dove occupying the magpie's nest. This third lady is planning to keep a night here, so it seems that he should leave. That's where the third lady is so powerful and arrogant, right?

Li Xiangru stood up helplessly, looked left and right, put the small world painting into his arms, hung the Baipi knife diagonally on his waist, picked up a felt and walked to the door to open the door, and said tentatively to Huang Xiaowei: "I'm next door, something to call me?"

Huang Xiaowei waved his hand irritably, signaling him to hurry up, Li Xiangru touched his nose stupidly, and was bored with himself. When he opened the door, he collided with a figure, and the shadow that bumped into him let out a wail, staggered a few steps, and almost fell. When he got to stand firm and saw the person who was hit, Li Xiangru's eyes widened and he said with a look of surprise: "Ugly girl?"

The ugly girl was stunned for a moment and then smiled, and said sweetly: "Brother Li." ”

"Why are you here?" Li Xiangru became happy when he saw the ugly girl, and the slightest unhappiness just now by Huang Xiaowei immediately disappeared, but this joy did not last long before it was extinguished by a cold voice from the house.

"The ugly lady is here, come in?"

"I ...... I...... I came here to bring happy clothes and a quilt to the third lady. The ugly lady said with an embarrassed face.

Only then did Li Xiangru notice that the ugly lady was holding a few beds of cotton wool and clothes, and then glared angrily at the room.

"Brother Li...... That one...... I'll put the quilt in first......" The ugly lady smiled apologetically at Li Xiangru.

Li Xiangru helplessly turned to the side, and asked softly without giving up, "Wait for you to come out to find me?"

The ugly lady blushed and nodded, but Huang Xiaowei heard this in his ears, Huang Xiaowei walked over and then was scolded, and whispered to the ugly girl: "Sister, I'm afraid that I won't be able to take care of it alone, so you will accompany me to guard here, right?"

The ugly lady looked at Li Xiangru who was still standing outside the door without moving her steps in embarrassment, smiled apologetically again, and then nodded at Huang Xiaowei, who grinned and gave Li Xiangru a smug look.

Li Xiangru felt very helpless about Huang Xiaowei's almost scoundrel behavior of deceiving sympathy, which was a very "shameless" behavior. He gently closed the door and sighed, "At this time, I am still in the mood to make some inappropriate little emotions...... Alas......"

Li Xiangru kept muttering and venting his dissatisfaction, but he didn't care too much in his heart.

Life is too miserable and dreary, and some spices are needed to alleviate these negative things. This is just like cooking, not only to grasp the heat and some skills, but also to oil and salt condiments are essential finishing touches.

It is not necessary to live a particularly meaningful life every day, and there is no need to spend all your energy every day, and of course you don't need to care about whether your life is valuable and creating value every day.

Perhaps this view is a negative attitude in the eyes of many people, but Li Xiangru will not feel so, and neither negative nor positive can accurately judge his view.

The blind master is a Taoist, and the Taoist advocates the rule of inaction, coldness, and indifference. Of course, it is undeniable that Mo Dawei's attitude towards Li Xiangru is excellent. Although he did not teach Li Xiangru much Taoist morality in words and deeds, he had a more or less subtle influence on his daily behavior to teach him his practice and attitude.

The sloppy and unkempt scoundrel and cheeky national teacher Chen Qingfeng, who belonged to the royal faction of the Yin and Yang family, or was not completely serving the royal family, served in the Qin Heavenly Prison, observing celestial phenomena, astrology and divination, and at the same time guarding the enchantment of the human race and maintaining the operation of the large position.

He didn't think Chen Qingfeng had taught him anything, warnings, threats, beatings, and injuries were all attached to him, and if there had to be, it would be whoever had a big fist would be able to speak in charge. In his eyes, Chen Qingfeng is more like a Taoist person, indifferent and ruthless!

The Confucian scriptures of Master Zhou are to introspect every day, slowly complete the personality of his whole person, and become a perfect saint himself. The Master taught him to be benevolent, to be loving, to edify, and to let go. But he was just an ordinary mortal. In a big world, he only has small dreams. He is not so broad-minded to forgive all the misfortunes and injustices in this world. There is not such a big heart of a saint who will shine love like a Buddha in the world, he feels that his life is too limited, and it is enough to exhaust the way to the future except to find a ray of justice in this world. In this strange and confused world, he once went to explore alone, left and right, uneasy, confused, and he lived this kind of life alone for a long time. Master Zhou appeared at this time and gave him a glimmer of hope in life, that is, if you don't love the world enough, then go and love only one woman. He always remembered that when Master Zhou said that, his eyes looked softly at the ugly girl who was busy cooking on the stove with her sleeves rolled up. Li Xiangru seemed to see a glimmer of light in his dark and silent long years, he searched for all the influence of the ugly girl in his memory, and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, feeling that falling in love with this woman was not too bad. So, when the heart is opened, a seed is planted there, which slowly takes root and sprouts. He has learned, or at least tried to learn, how to love someone.

Towering trees grow from the ground and are all seeds that endure loneliness and dampness in the soil. When it spreads its leaves, it slowly becomes a habitat for birds and a place for shade.

This is what the Master wants to tell him.

Love, then try to love, leave no regrets.

After entering the small room and closing the door, Li Xiangru laid out the felt and sat there. Slowly, he twisted a masking rune from his bosom, and with a wave of his hand, a faint barrier like light flashed around him.

Li Xiangru took out a white crystal ball from his arms again, the ball was like a treasure jade in the palm of his hand, and the lines and veins in the sphere formed a painting of their own, he slowly turned the sphere and observed it carefully, and when he looked down and pondered, he caught a glimpse of the Baipi knife beside him, and was stunned, and was shocked to find that the size of this crystal earth seemed to be able to fit into the hole where the blade and the handle of the knife meet?

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There is a little-known nameless mountain range in Qingzhou, the mountain range is towering into the clouds, in the early morning after the rain, the clouds and mist are shrouded, the birds and beasts in the mountains are singing, and there are countless strange flowers and beasts.

The mountain stream is quiet and faintly with the sound of flowing water, and the scenery of the mountains along the stream is extremely beautiful, and the breeze from the northwest intersperses the shrubs and trees, making a loud noise.

A gray robe, a long white beard quite fairy but a little sloppy old man sat there casually, there is a cemetery next to it, the tombstone next to the cemetery is clearly visible: the tomb of the teacher Mo Dawei, the disciple Xiaohu stands.

The font is delicate, and the force penetrates the stone.

The old man is Chen Qingfeng, the national teacher who used to be at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains.

Chen Qingfeng's face was slightly tired at this time, and after a long time, he seemed to feel a mysterious power from the Northeast, his eyes were slightly open, his fingers pinched, and after a little thought, he picked up the wine jug hanging on his waist and took a sip.

After he exhaled a breath of turbidity, he gently knocked on the tombstone with the delicate wine gourd, and said softly: "It's been a night, while the sky is not completely transparent, come out and breathe for a while, right?"

The cemetery was silent, and all that was answered was the clatter of the leaves of the mountain stream.

If there were foreign mortals here, hearing Chen Qingfeng's words, they would inevitably treat him as a madman. However, as a member of the Yin-Yang Sect and the Heart of the Guardian Terran Enchantment Formation, although his temperament was occasionally a little eccentric, he did not have the hobby of whispering to the air and the dead.

Perhaps he was too tired, perhaps out of drunkenness, or perhaps annoyed that his words were not being spoken, he vigorously tapped the stele with the gourd, and the stele shook, and the stone surface seemed to crack slightly.

The master muttered: "If you don't come out again, the old man will smash the cave that guards and nourishes your soul, and the only place for you to shrink your head and turtle breath will be gone." ”

"Old horseman!

A sound of indignation came from the tomb, and slowly a wisp of virtual image came out, rushing to Chen Qingfeng's side with a fierce momentum.

Chen Qingfeng laughed, ignored the illusory angry face, handed over the wine jug, and said: "Why don't you take a sip?" This is the wine brewed by your precious apprentice, it is said that it was sold in the capital just one day after it was launched......! Gee...... Oh, by the way, the old man forgot, you are no longer a human body, and you can't enjoy this earthly wine, haha...... Haha......"

Chen Qingfeng smacked his mouth, as if he was described by his own words, swallowed his saliva, and poured a few more mouthfuls directly into his mouth, and his Adam's apple squirmed when he looked up......

After death, there are three souls and seven spirits, and those who keep these three souls and seven spirits can have the opportunity to obtain the physical body and be reincarnated as a human if they are properly nourished by spiritual objects.

Mo Dawei once made a will before his death, and even the place where he should be buried and the things that accompany the burial were instructed in detail, and after his death, Li Xiangru was buried in accordance with his instructions before his death.

After Chen Qingfeng drank a few sips freely, he exhaled a big mouthful of turbidity, burped a wine contentedly, squinted his eyes at Mo Dawei's Yin Spirit, and said slowly: "Among the hundreds of sons, the Taoist family is the most ruthless, could it be that you are no exception?"

Mo Dawei showed anger on his face, snorted coldly, and let Chen Qingfeng mock and laugh and keep silent.

But Chen Qingfeng didn't seem to intend to let him go, and continued: "When the Taoist family was in a state of despair, it is said that there was a group of people from the Dragon and Tiger Shangqing faction who stepped forward, fused many Taoist classics, created the "Heavenly Dao Sutra" and used it as the foundation of cultivation. One of the strategies, "Taiyin True Scripture and Righteous News", has a method for the yin soul to nourish and seize the body and be reborn as a human being. You said...... Is that what you're for?"

Mo Dawei's face was still cold, his hands were in his sleeves, and the whites of his eyes, which still had no pupils, stared at Chen Qingfeng innorantly. After a long time, he laughed and said, "Guess?"

Chen Qingfeng tilted his neck, looking at this body that had no physical appearance but was still the great Yin Spirit, and sighed: "Actually...... I don't know!"

Mo Dawei is a Buddha sleeve, the yin wind is blowing, blowing Chen Qingfeng's white beard flying.