There will definitely be a light rain in the Qingming of Donglai Mountain. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This year's Qingming is no exception.

Su Changbai has always worn a white robe, this dress matches him very well, he has never worn this dress once on Qingming Day, as if it was to commemorate something. But anyone who has seen Su Changbai like this, it is difficult to forget it, no matter what he wears in the future, he will feel that he is still white, a kind of white that belongs to him.

Su Changbai was playing the flute, a flute that had been used for a long time, and there were already cracks on it, but fortunately, the sound of the flute was still crisp, and the feeling of blowing it was as green as a freshly sprouted willow leaf.

The rain during the Qingming Dynasty can always make the verdant more charming, saying that it is rain but also like fog, a hazy piece, but through the green mountains in the distance. Occasionally, when the breeze comes, the rain slopes, the fog disperses, and another scene is conjured, and the scenery is constantly changing in the rain and fog, like an infinite landscape painting slowly unfolding.

The sound of the flute can be heard far away in this ethereal landscape painting.

Wang Shi still got up very early and washed himself from top to bottom with clear well water. Before it was time to eat, he walked on the mountain road with a book in his hand, which was already his habit. The sound of the flute drifted over with the drizzle, and Wang Shi was fascinated, and couldn't help but put down the book in his hand and stop to listen.

Zhao Wenqi, who has always slept until the sun is three poles, also got up very early today, and he was also listening to the flute.

Both the senior brother and the fourth senior sister were also listening to the flute, and they listened very carefully.

It's as if all this has stopped, only the rain and fog are still changing, the sound of the flute is still ethereal, and everything is intoxicated.

......

"Big brother, is Shizun playing the flute this morning?" Wang Shi asked after meeting Zhao Wenqi.

"How do you know?" said Zhao Wenqi with a surprised expression.

"Guess. ”

"You guessed it. How's that, that's good, isn't it?"

"I don't know the rhythm, but I think it's nice. ”

"It's good to listen to, and you don't understand the rhythm, as if you don't understand the sound of the flute?"

"Nice, nice. Wang Shi had to say helplessly.

"Every time Master Qingming comes, he plays the flute, and I don't know why. ”

"Then you didn't ask Shizun?"

"Ask what? Master has his reasons for doing everything. What is it that one of your disciples asks nonsense? Zhao Wenqi had a disdainful expression on his face.

Sometimes Wang Shi really wanted to pull out the firewood knife on his waist and slash Zhao Wenqi.

......

Su Changbai stood on the top of the mountain, bowing his head and stroking the smooth flute, as if he was caressing his hometown.

The breeze from the top of the mountain caressed his face with a drizzle, which was supposed to be a pleasant thing, but he didn't feel the slightest comfort, not even the flute in his hand.

Su Changbai always looked expressionless, even after blowing the tune and thinking about the past, his face did not change in the slightest. It's like a woodcut face, never changing, without the slightest anger.

The more people who understand the rhythm of music, the richer their feelings will be, Su Changbai understands the rhythm very well, but his face does not allow him to reveal any emotion. Su Changbai's face was already dead, not only his face, but even his two hands and his entire body were dead, and he couldn't command them very smoothly, so he couldn't feel anything.

Su Changbai is like a soul in a puppet, and he can only control his body through threads.

......

"Little junior brother, how is the induction technique you just learned?" Zhao Wenqi asked.

"I can already sense the aura of heaven and earth. Wang Shi stretched his hand out of the eaves and accepted the drizzle, as if he was touching something. Since coming to Qingyun Mountain that day, Shizun began to teach Wang Shi to practice.

The most basic thing in cultivation is the technique of sensing, allowing yourself to sense the aura between heaven and earth as much as possible, and to attract the aura, which is the most basic thing. Only if you can attract the aura and introduce the aura into the body can you practice the exercises, and after practicing the exercises, you can keep the aura in the body and transform it into spiritual power, so that you can enter the realm of condensing qi.

"So fast?" Zhao Wenqi asked in surprise.

Actually, the first time Master taught me, I could sense the aura. Wang Shi carefully put his hand in front of Zhao Wenqi as if he had grasped something.

"It's only been three days, you've been able to grab the aura?" Zhao Wenqi grew his mouth in surprise, big enough to stuff an apple.

"So I'm very talented in cultivation? By the way, how long did it take my eldest brother?"

"Ahem, how can you compare to me? It only took me one day to grab the aura. Zhao Wenqi's face was not red at all, let alone sweating.

"Oh, yes, it looks like I still need to work on it. ”

Zhao Wenqi felt a pang of pity in his heart. How did this kid learn so quickly? It only took three days to grasp the aura, and it took him a whole month to do so! Could it be that this kid has amazing wisdom? I said that the master must have taken him as an apprentice after meeting him back then! In this way, the master must have ulterior motives for letting this kid go to chop wood, and there is also that nameless book......

The more Zhao Wenqi thought about it, the more outrageous it became, and in the end he even felt incredible. In the end, he made up his mind, that is, he must borrow the book of the little junior brother to take a look, maybe he didn't find anything back then, otherwise how could the little junior brother practice so quickly.

The so-called grasping of the aura means that the practitioner is able to grasp the aura between heaven and earth in his hands.

You must know that the aura between heaven and earth is as unpredictable as a stream of water, and it will dissipate when you touch it, let alone grasp it. The first thing a practitioner has to sense the aura between heaven and earth, let himself attract the aura between heaven and earth like a magnet, and control this attraction before he can grasp the aura between heaven and earth, otherwise he will only grasp the aura, and only after being able to grasp the aura can he absorb the aura into the body and then transform it into spiritual power.

Being able to grasp the aura means that it is not far from the realm of condensation, and after this level, there is no need to practice the induction technique, and you can directly practice the exercises.

The so-called Huigen is more precisely called the spiritual root, and the Huigen is nothing more than a secular name. Spiritual root refers to a person's innate affinity for spiritual energy, generally speaking, very few people have spiritual root, even senior brother Shen An does not have spiritual root.

The higher the level of the spiritual root, the faster the absorption of the spiritual energy, and the faster the speed of cultivation. An ordinary human-level spiritual root can ensure that a person can smoothly reach the Qi Sea Realm, not to mention the higher earth-level and heaven-level spiritual roots. There are only a few two or three people in the huge Donglai Mountain who possess spiritual roots, and spiritual roots are a talent that all cultivators dream of.

"Big brother, how many stages of Qi have you been in the Qi Condensation Realm?"

"Eight sections of qi. ”

"Why is it only eight stages of qi? Six years ago, wasn't it six stages of qi? Isn't it a great gain to retreat for three years? How is it that there are only eight stages of qi now?"

Zhao Wen knocked Wang Shi's head with force, and said disdainfully: "Do you think you can enter the next realm casually? Do you know how many years Senior Brother has been stuck in the Eighth Rank Qi? Seven years! Senior Brother didn't enter the Ninth Rank Qi until last year, or by chance! Senior Brother's qualifications are not good? Even Senior Brother's cultivation speed is so slow, let alone me?"

"You mean you're not as good as Big Brother?"

"That's not either, I just want to say that your eldest brother, my cultivation speed is the fastest among the disciples of Qingyun Mountain. Zhao Wenqi said proudly.

"Shameless and unashamed. ”

"It's not that I'm being brazen, it's true. Zhao Wenqi said seriously.

What Zhao Wenqi said was indeed the truth, in fact, if he had worked harder, he would at least be the ninth stage of the Qi Condensation Realm now. Even if Zhao Wenqi spends most of his time sleeping and playing, he is also the person with the fastest cultivation speed in Qingyun Mountain, even in Donglai Mountain.

Zhao Wen reached the eighth stage of Qi Condensation Realm after ten years, but the time it took for Senior Brother Shen An to reach the eighth stage of Qi was fifteen years, and the second senior brother Chen Mingdao was still a seventh-stage Qi now, which was why Chen Mingdao didn't wait to see Wang Shi and Zhao Wenqi that day.

"Cultivation is so difficult?" Wang Shi couldn't help but be surprised by the time it took to practice, if it was really the same as what his eldest brother said, he would probably have gray temples by the time he was successful in cultivation.

"It's as difficult as the sky!And the higher the realm, the more difficult it is for people to go further!" Zhao Wenqi sighed.

"What realm is the master?" Wang Shi couldn't help but wonder.

"Qi Sea Realm, but Shizun is not an ordinary Qi Sea Realm powerhouse! You should worry about yourself! I don't know when I entered a period of qi! When I was as old as you, I was already a fifth-stage qi. ”

"I'll outdo you. Wang Shi said disdainfully.

"I'll have to wait until I'm dead. Zhao Wenqi said with a smile.

"No, I don't. ”

"And how long do you think it will take?"

"Three years!"

Zhao Wenqi suddenly burst out laughing.

"Do you dare to bet?"

"Bet on what?"

"If I surpass you, you call me big brother!"

"Okay!" Zhao Wenqi agreed happily.

"That's good, I can surpass you now, I will be the person with the fastest cultivation speed in Qingyun Mountain. I've asked Fourth Senior Sister, it took you a month to capture the aura!" After speaking, Wang Shi laughed.

......

The rain has been falling, and it has not stopped, nor has it become heavier, and there is no sound on the roof tiles.

There is rain in Qingming, but there is no wine.

Wang Shi wanted to drink very much, although he didn't know the taste of wine, and vaguely remembered that when he was a child, his father used to dip his chopsticks in wine for himself, and he was in tears at that time. Wang Shi wants to drink because the book says that wine can make people forget the taste of sorrow, whether it is homesickness, lovesickness, loneliness, disambition or other troubles, they will forget after drinking.

Wang Shi misses his parents very much. Qingming is the season of tomb sweeping, when he was a child, the sky was not bright, Wang Shi followed his father to sweep the tomb, his father taught himself not to forget the ancestors, without the ancestors there is no current self, to always remember the shadow of the ancestors, the words of the father can still be clearly remembered. And Wang Shi's parents didn't even have a tomb, everything was burned out in the fire, and now there is no place to pay their respects.

How long has Wang Shi been out? He wandered with Erya for a year, spent a year looking for Donglai Mountain alone, and lived alone in Donglai Mountain for six years of studying and chopping wood. Now that I am sixteen years old, I know people who have come to pass, but I can't count the loneliness and pain I have endured. Thinking about his experience, he couldn't help but feel lonely.

It's good that you don't think about loneliness, but the more you think about it, the more lonely you become.

Wang Shi was eager for wine.

The door opened, and the wind blew in with a little rain in, and there was another person who came in, a tall man, who was the master.

"Master. Wang Shi hurriedly stood up and saluted.

"Sit. Shizun said lightly.

Wang Shi waited for the master to sit down before he sat down, not daring to speak, because the master did not speak. The longer Wang Shi reads the book, the more he feels his ignorance, and the more he feels that he should respect the person who solves his doubts. After only three days of study, Wang Shi had a lot of respect for his master, and although he had never been exposed to cultivation, he could feel that his master taught him very well. The master seems to be able to see through himself, teach completely according to his own ideas, and be able to answer all his confusions.

A conscientious and responsible teacher does not mean that he is a good teacher, only a teacher who can understand his students and explain the knowledge clearly according to the habits of the students is a good teacher.

Shizun opened the teapot, put in the tea leaves, stretched out his hand, and a piece of rain fell into the teapot, and after the teapot lid was closed, it was already hot tea that was poured out.

"Drink tea. Shizun raised a cup of tea and said.

"Master Xie. Wang Shi waited for the master to drink tea before drinking.

The tea was hot and steaming. The hot air with the fragrance of tea wafted in the cool air, making this slightly cool night a little warmer.

The tea is very bitter, so bitter that Wang Shi wants to vomit, the tea is not very fragrant, and the aroma is so light that it tastes like rain. Wang Shi didn't know how to drink tea, and felt that such a bitter thing was not delicious at all, but he could only swallow it.

Time passed very slowly, Shizun just drank tea quietly and did not speak, and Wang Shi only drank tea quietly.

Wang Shi gradually forgot the existence of his master, and the sound of rain gradually sounded in his ears. At this time, the fragrance of tea wafted out of my heart, like this rain.

"Good tea. Wang Shi couldn't help but say it, because the aroma of this tea was very reassuring.

Su Changbai wanted to laugh, but he couldn't, but his voice was much more cheerful, and he said: "You can drink tea at a young age?" ”

"Isn't it delicious?" replied Wang Shi.

"It's not all right, good taste does not mean good tea, tea that is beneficial to people is called good tea. ”

Wang Shi obviously felt that the master smiled.

"I let you go to the barren mountains to chop firewood for six years, do you hate me?"

"I don't hold grudges. ”

"And are you grateful to me?"

"Not grateful. ”

"Why?"

"Because those six years have passed. ”

Shizun smiled, his eyes smiling happily. He was satisfied with Wang Shi's answer, and Wang Shi's six years in Lujiao Mountain had already met his expectations.

"I'm leaving, you can practice hard from now on. ”

"Master......" Wang Shi wanted to ask Shizun some questions.

"Don't ask, I'm just here today because I suddenly remembered you and invited you to a cup of tea. After Su Changbai finished speaking, he got up and walked out.

The master did not have an umbrella, so he let the light rain fall on his body, and disappeared into the rainy night step by step.

Wang Shi looked at the free and easy back of his master, and a kind of lonely joy overflowed the night. Wang Shi looked at it for a long time until the tea was completely cold.

Why did the Master invite me to tea?

Wang Shi thought for a while and didn't understand the purpose of the master's doing. Since you can't figure it out, don't think about it, just write it down, just like the previous endorsement, some things you don't understand will be understood one day.

Wang Shi stretched, yawned, and surprisingly went to bed early.

Wang Shi figured it out the next day.

That cup of tea is very soothing, if it weren't for the tea, Wang Shi didn't know how many times he would have to be tormented by loneliness, I am afraid it would be difficult to fall asleep all night, and this tea made him sleep very full.