131. The Queen Mother (15 more)
The Imperial Study.
Although the concubine with an excellent temperament and a petite figure has become the queen mother, she still has a gentle expression, took a few steps forward, and said, "Uncle, in fact, there is a secret to this dish, let me show you." ”
Xia Guang got out of the way.
The queen mother of the girl's appearance is the lotus step lightly, accompanied by a faint fragrance of osmanthus flowers, the fragrance of the flowers is elegant, which makes people feel refreshed in the summer, her slender jade hand picked up the long chopsticks, and gently stabbed the duck that seemed to be full in the soup.
There was a soft sound, and suddenly a milky white soup gushed out of the duck's belly, which was fragrant and appetizing.
"Uncle try again. ”
The Queen Mother tilted her head and smiled sweetly, but she didn't let go, and she looked like she was sticking to King Shenwu.
Xia Guang took a symbolic sip, and it was really delicious, making people feel that "there is such a delicious thing in the world", and it was thought that it could only be made by those imperial chefs at the level of kitchen gods in the palace.
"Thank you, sister-in-law. Xia Guang said thanks, but he showed a gloomy look, "It's late at night, you can go back." ”
The Queen Mother bit her lip and said: "Uncle has remembered something, if it is hidden in his heart, it will eventually become a knot in his heart, if he talks to the concubine, it can also be relieved." ”
Xia Guang smiled: "Go back." ”
The Queen Mother was unwilling, and her voice was a little delicate, "Uncle." ”
"Go back!"
Xia Guang's expression was a little cold.
The Queen Mother lowered her head, and said "Farewell to the concubine" without seeing joy and sorrow on her face, and then slowly retreated.
When she was a dancer before, including practicing art since she was a child, she ate too many grievances, but her voice was a little thicker, so she wouldn't take it to heart.
So when she was about to go out, she turned her head again, and said gently and with concern: "Uncle, the autumn evening is cold, take care of your body." ”
The door slowly closed, Xia Guang pushed aside the extremely delicious medicinal duck soup, didn't take a sip again, and then lowered his head to correct the recital, the candle flame went out, and pasted his shadow on the wall of the imperial study.
Alone.
Put down the pen, the moonlight is bright outside the door.
Xia Guang glanced down at his left hand, the Buddha fire on it was still burning quietly, but if he didn't look closely, he thought it was the color of his skin.
"Burning out the five senses? ”
Seeing this kind of thing, Xia Guang only felt that he instinctively gave birth to a self-evident impulse that was completely fine as long as he ate it, he naturally knew the strength of his stomach, the first time he digested half of the sheep boulder island that was said to be the edge of the world, and the second time he ate almost the entire mezzanine space.
He lowered his head, put his lips close to the golden Buddha fire, and sucked all the Buddha fire into his stomach with one breath.
But the strange thing is that this breath was not inhaled, and the Buddha fire became a golden stream, Xia Guang felt fine, and even had a pleasure of eating, thinking that it was the credit of the sparrow apprentice who had not seen him for a long time before.
He quickly inhaled the Buddha fire, the flame burned quietly, and it did not become faster with the increase of his strength, it seemed that it would always be like that, it took him two sticks of incense to suck it all up, and then hit a set of punches and kicks, and found that there was no big problem.
After trying Jiuyang Xuangong again, the scorching true qi of the ninth layer made the bottom of the skin surge with a stream of red flow, Xia Guang's heart moved, but it was a pale golden flame mixed into this red stream.
He swallowed this Buddha fire, and he was able to use the Buddha fire.
If this kind of Buddha fire is not for the blessing of his own disciples, he does not know how to eliminate it, and if he uses this kind of Buddha fire when attacking those higher beings, it will also give them a headache.
And if it is, and then use this Jiuyang Xuanjing with the Buddha fire stored in the state of mind, what will happen?
Xia Guang looked up at the fallen leaves that were drifting in this autumn day, and his palm was urging, and the withered and falling leaves were stirred up and flew into the sky.
King Shenwu meditated, with a leisurely expression, and walked into the middle of the flying leaves.
"My heart is like water. ”
The fallen leaves suddenly floated in mid-air.
"Burn. ”
With a low snort, the scorching Nine Yang Qi that was originally only circulating in the human body was all covered by the fallen leaves that were still in the air.
"The five senses burn the Buddha's fire. ”
The python-robed regent smiled as he looked at the fallen leaves stained with dark golden flames in the sky.
He didn't look at it anymore, and strode out along the white main road outside the imperial study, the dark golden flames returning to his body from the fallen leaves, like countless brilliant long tails dragged out by the phoenix.
The so-called mind is to infect a space with one's own thoughts.
The so-called Gangqi is a kind of power given by heaven and earth after the unity of heaven and man, which is biased towards natural destructive power.
The so-called Buddha light is the power given by Zenna, which is biased towards purification and burning the spirit.
Demon body, immortal.
Ghost qi is related to the long river of dreams.
Xia Guang probably figured out the five branches after breaking through the barrier of the Red Dust Realm.
The only regret is that the nameless exercises synthesized by these three divine beads have not been promoted to a higher level because of the imperfection of the "human heart".
In the dark, the connection between Ukiyo Tianluo and Gu Xuansuding is still too weak.
The main emotions are: love, hate, loneliness, anger, and absolation.
Hatred and anger are born from this general transition, especially the hatred of Dhyana.
Despair is the pride of fighting alone in the midst of thousands of hosts as a mere human being, and finally becoming the pride of the last battle.
The same is true of loneliness, Xiaolou listens to the spring rain overnight.
Love, is for the third dream, although it is a bit far-fetched at first, but the love is truly unforgettable, and Xia Guang has always led himself in this direction in order to maintain this layer of connection.
And now, more than two months have passed since that war, and King Shenwu has been fishing for more than two months in order to comprehend the ninetieth layer realm of this nameless exercise, and the rules of life are very good, either to review and fold, or to fish, accompany relatives during the period, and then inquire about the whereabouts of Xiaoyuxue, and manipulate the rivers and lakes behind the scenes through the wind factory and the government, just waiting for the right time, to implement the plan of "Jianghu Supervision Envoy".
In order not to affect the progress of his comprehension, it was inconvenient for him to leave the capital.
The lakeside is bleak, autumn is full of joy, and the willow trees are bare.
"Lord, the Queen Mother is invited, saying that the Mid-Autumn Festival is the roundest, and I don't want you to spend it alone, so I invited a famous opera troupe to sing and sing small songs to relieve boredom. ”
The voice of the little palace maid came from behind him.
"Thank you Queen Mother for your kindness, but no, I still have a lot of things to deal with at night. ”
King Shenwu, who was fishing in civilian clothes, said lightly.
Seeing that the little palace maid was a little embarrassed, he said again: "Go down." ”
The palace maid sent by the Queen Mother did not dare to disobey it, so she hurriedly said "yes", and then hurried down.
Xia Guang naturally didn't want to have some scandals with the Queen Mother as a sister-in-law, not because he was afraid of people's words, but because he didn't like it, as for worrying about offending people or something, the higher he stood, the clearer he could see, without power, everything was just a mirror.