“...... Be. Fu Yunge thought back to the memory that sent chills down his spine just now, and bit his lip and nodded.

"Heal your wounds, wherever you go, come and go. Old Qiao looked into the distance, his eyes far away.

The two were silent again, holding each other's teacups, looking at the sky and the mountains in the distance.

After a while, Fu Yunge hesitated and asked, "Old Qiao, is that ...... Did you have such a demon in the past?"

His question made Qiao Lao turn his head. But almost without thinking about it, Qiao Lao replied: "No." ”

Looking at Fu Yunge's confused eyes, Qiao Lao couldn't help but put down the teacup. He stood up and paced around the small courtyard for two times before he looked at Fu Yunge: "As long as the heart is unhindered, it will blend in with nature and get rid of the turbid world." The demons will not haunt you. ”

"Heaven and earth are impermanent, and the world is turbid. Dye in it, not involved in the heart. Return to Dapu and fix yourself without limit. ”

Qiao Lao pointed into the distance, the wind blew through his bearded eyebrows, looking like a fairy, "You are nature, born in nature, and returned to nature." All things exist forever, and the chaos of the world is just a senseless dirt. Knowing the world with a detached heart, so that all kinds of things in the world pass through the body, but it cannot stay in your heart. ”

Qiao Lao's words were indeed a bit profound, but Fu Yunge roughly understood them. But it seems that he is too warm, and he can't do that in the face of calamity.

"You can't do it yet. But in the face of the past, I only hope that you can choose the benefits and disadvantages. Otherwise, the nightmare will become an obstacle to your progress, not a motivation. ”

Qiao Lao's gloomy eyes seemed to penetrate Fu Yunge's heart, and he said calmly.

"I see, that's ......," Fu Yunge realized.

Qiao Lao added: "The same can be said for practice. It's just that I haven't been involved in internal cultivation for many years, so you can comprehend it yourself. ”

"This ......" Fu Yunge suddenly found his doubts again, raised his head and asked, "Why can't you keep your face permanent, is it because of the stagnation of your internal strength?"

"You see that sign. "Old Qiao's expression is unpredictable, like chaotic clouds of different shapes in the sky.

"Yes. Even if Xuan Hui lifts the shackles of a hundred years old, the length of life and the appearance of the body still depend on the cultivation of the day after tomorrow. I've been out of the country for nearly 80 years, and I'm almost at the end of my life. ”

"But since all things are eternal, and the matter of life and death is only a trivial concern, why worry. He walked to the table, took the teapot to store water, and said leisurely as he walked, "The camp is just a handful of loess, so it is better to let nature go." ”

Fu Yunge turned his head and looked at Qiao Lao's back, admiring and surprised in his heart.

In his late years, this name really fits his personality, in the lonely evening scene of Sangyu, like a leisurely idle cloud.

In the evening, Fu Yunge helped with the cooking, and the smoke of the cooking stove in the twilight rose and blended into the colors of the distant mountains.

Fu Yunge also explained the current situation outside to Qiao Lao in detail, but Qiao Lao did not show any attitude. Maybe the matter of the Nine Shadows is just a touch of the turbidity of the world in his opinion.

Before going to bed at night, Fu Yunge tried to cultivate the lost vitality on the kang. All the things in his mind were what Qiao Lao said to himself in the afternoon, and Fu Yunge simply explored it slightly.

He emptied the remaining vitality of the sea of qi, and then stretched the meridians of his body, trying to experience the feeling that Qiao Lao said little by little.

After a while, wisps of cool air in the air rushed into the skin. Fu Yunge immediately removed the miscellaneous qi and gathered the available qi inside, and the new vitality flowed into the dantian qi sea like a hundred rivers converging into the sea.

Fu Yunge was pleasantly surprised, and repeated the process a few more times, but soon felt exhausted. I'm afraid that he has just recovered and his body is still unstable, so he quickly stopped the process.

In the early morning of the next day, Qiao Lao rarely went out. The two cooked mustard soup for breakfast, and Qiao Lao didn't say much in the process. Fu Yunge always felt a little weird, and he kept glancing at Qiao Lao from time to time out of the corner of his eye, wanting to see what he was planning.

After eating almost, Qiao Lao put down the bowl and said slowly to Fu Yunge:

"Last night's cultivation method can't be taken as a shortcut. Unless the meridians around the body are already strong enough to absorb half of the vital energy, it is too harmful. Up to three times a day as you can. ”

"Yes, yes. Fu Yunge heard his teachings, nodded again and again, and memorized them with his heart.

The cool wind outside the house blew in, and Fu Yunge looked out, only to find that the ground in the small courtyard outside the door was wet.

It seems that it rained last night, no wonder Qiao Lao didn't go out this morning. The rain has drenched the trees, and I am afraid that it is impossible to cut firewood now.

But when he turned around, he was surprised to find that Qiao Lao was still watching him.

"Old Qiao, what's the ...... What's wrong?" Fu Yunge asked a little uncomfortably.

Qiao Lao squinted, staring at him, and said in a calm voice, "You can't leave now." ”

"This ......" Fu Yunge was a little confused.

"Now that you've healed, you're ready to leave immediately, but no. Qiao Lao's pupils are like unfathomable pools of water, "If you want to fight for your life, you must at least have that ability." ”

Fu Yunge was a little dumbfounded: "Yesterday you said ......"

"Recuperating from injuries means the state after seven days. "The old man can't be ignored.

"Since I saved you, the old man can't watch you die again. ”

............

Fu Yunge has been watching Qiao Lao go out, and his rickety back gradually disappears among the trees. He wiped his eyes astringently, feeling a little unsure of what it was.

In the sky, the cloudy clouds are still drifting, drifting over the mountains.

Fu Yunge took a long breath, and a thin cool breeze soaked into his heart. He probably knew what Qiao Lao meant, and his heart was hot.

I won't be leaving yet. Fu Yunge said silently.

There was no shadow of Qiao Lao in the distance, so he turned around and went back to the room and helped Qiao Lao clean up with his heart.

At noon, Fu Yunge cooked the meal alone, but after waiting for a long time, he still didn't wait for Qiao Lao to come back, and he felt a little strange in his heart.

According to normal times, Qiao Lao should have returned. Fu Yunge thought to himself. He waited for a while, but still did not see any trace of Qiao Lao, and his heart gradually became uneasy.

Could it be the ...... of the Nine Thorough Shadows? Fu Yunge's heart was in turmoil, and the more he thought about it, the more wrong it became.

Fearing that the most feared thing would happen, he hurriedly locked the door and prepared to go out to look for it.

Just then, two footsteps came from behind the bushes outside the door. Fu Yunge's footsteps as he walked to the courtyard suddenly stopped, he was prepared for the worst in his heart, and he held his breath and concentrated on the figure that was about to appear.

One step, two steps...... Fu Yunge listened carefully to the sound of his steps, his eyes fixed on him. Not far from him was a shovel, and he was sure he could ......

As soon as I thought like this, my thoughts were not over, and suddenly I saw two people walking out of the opposite side of the bush one after the other.

The man in front of him was Qiao Lao. And when his gaze shifted to the person behind him, his eyes suddenly widened.

It's the familiar red plum sword - poinsettia plum, it's poinsettia plum that's coming!