Xiao Yan did not leave Tianmu Mountain.

She didn't go to see Shen Qingyi.

She understood where her heart for Shen Qingyi came from.

After understanding, he fell in love with Shen Qingyi.

However, to love together is to draw the ground as a prison and trap the heart in the heart. ――If Tian does not come out, how can he be free?

How does Tian get ahead? How can the heart be set free?

……

She swept in the mountain wind, letting the mountain wind wash her heart.

She galloped in the Tianmu Mountain, sometimes stopping and staying, or standing there quietly, or sitting there quietly, with her eyes and body and mind, as if she was sitting and forgetting to look at it: this kind of scenery is a frame of living pictures, it is the natural magic of heaven and earth, they are magnificent, or beautiful, or enchanting, or fresh, or magnificent, or strange...... The poet can only sleepwalk in the poem and imagine the heavenly grandmother, and he will not be able to really reach this "fairy mountain" and the holy land of Daomen in his life, and he can only express his feelings by pretending to be the mountain range of the same name. No matter how much ordinary people love the landscape, those most secluded and beautiful scenery are separated from them by the moat, only the warrior keeps forging ahead, in order to enjoy the beauty that ordinary people can not see on the higher and farther road, that is can not be described in words, can not be depicted with the brush of the strange beauty, gorgeous, magnificent, and vast, vast.

Her heart beats soothingly and naturally, every time Zhang Chi has strength, the blood is surging silently in the veins, it is the admiration of the earth, the yearning for the sky, the desire to climb the peak: it is like that, deep and real!

If she traps her heart in love, will it hinder her from making progress on the road? Will it prevent her from flying higher?

She thought to herself: This is not right.

That's not true.

Then let go of your love for Shen Qingyi?

As soon as the thought came to her, her heart ached.

Sadness surged up and spread from the bottom of my heart, and the magnificent scenery in front of me suddenly lost its color, and the world was silent.

Xiao Yan was sad in his heart, swept up, galloped like lightning, the wind whistling past his ears, but he couldn't scrape away the sadness in his heart, as if it was the whining and sorrowful cry of broken strings when the piano and the strings were ringing. She sped forward and jumped off the cliff, letting the fierce wind pour into her chest and lungs, but she could not suppress the excitement of sadness. She fell into a deep valley, where the sun was covered by trees, the boulders were jagged, the ravines were steep, and the rapids were mighty, as if her heart was stirring in the river of feelings. She landed on the stream and let out a long roar, and the scenes of getting along with Shen Qingyi flashed in her mind, her smile, her voice, her words, her gentleness, her lovesickness, her forbearance and restraint, her silent gaze, shallow but rippling eyes, veined eyes, soft eyes like water, lingering eyes, gentle and affectionate eyes, blazing eyes, autumn water knife cut a knife with affection, a knife with a hundred turns, a gentle and bright knife, a blazing knife, The four knives drew a "heart" in the air, and the torrent of the mighty stream broke off in an instant, as if the heart was hollowed out, revealing a red chest, no, red soil, that is the riverbed at the bottom of the stream.

The knife intent remained in the stream for a long time, and the stream was agitated and roared, but it never rushed into the "hollowed-out" place, like erecting an invisible wall, separating the torrent outside.

These are the last four knives of the "Nian" character knife technique.

Xiao Yan came out with four knives, and the turbulent feelings were vented, and his mood calmed down.

She frowned, not satisfied with the four knives.

…… I only realized the skin of these four knives.

Her eyes narrowed.

Feelings are born from the heart, and thoughts are born from the heart.

There is an unforgettable love, and only then can there be a thought.

Thoughts, thoughts are like flowing water, and Yingying pulses.

She stood on the reef.

Thinking about Shen Qingyi.

She wants to love her and make her life painless.

She wanted to take her shoulders lightly and shelter her from the wind and rain.

She wants to hold her hand and give her a good life.

She wants to cook tea with her to discuss history and enjoy characters.

She wanted to be in harmony with her voice, and the piano was in harmony.

She wants to watch the falling flowers with her and watch the clouds rise.

She wanted to pick hibiscus in her pool and fight each other's sideburns.

She wants to draw the west of the bridge with her wind and snow, and look for plum blossoms and frost branches.

She wanted to sit with her to cook tea and listen to the rain.

She wants to travel with her.

A strong tenderness stirred through her body.

The stream is mighty and rushing, just like the affection rushing in the river of her feelings.

Xiao Yan took out the knife again.

The knife intent is as gentle as water, dense and mellow, and has the joy of germination; When it is hot, it is like fire, magma bursts out, blazing unstoppable, the stream is boiling, and the vitality of heaven and earth seems to be burning; When the knife intent is turbulent, the torrent is mighty, the rocks pierce the air, the waves crash on the shore, and a thousand waves are rolled up, such as the fury of the river and the sea; When the knife intent lingers, it is sympathetic, like a thousand threads entwining the heart, tangled, troubled, sad, gloomy, and sad.

Compared with the sword intent of the four knives before, it is stronger by more than one or two points.

But Xiao Yan still frowned.

She sometimes stands still in the stream, sometimes wielding a knife. The sun was setting, reflecting her shadow in the stream, and there was confusion. Her knife intent, tenderness is like water with blur, blazing like fire with blur, like silk affection, entangled in the knife light, blurred from the sunset, gentle eyebrows and bent heart.

Xiao Yan put away the knife, smiled softly, and sighed softly and stood by the stream.

Reading is a thousand thoughts, and it is also a thought.

She had realized the four knives of "today" with the affection of her relatives and friends, and now she realized the four knives of "heart" with her affection for Shen Qingyi, but she couldn't swing a coherent knife that came to mind.

A thousand thoughts are combined into one thought, which is the strongest thought.

Eight knives are combined into one knife, which is the strongest knife of affection.

It's like her Void Knife Technique.

And at this time, she has love in her heart, and she can't swing the wordless knife.

Nothingness is nothingness.

If there is affection in the heart, how can there be nothingness?

……

Summer in the mountains, roses fiery red.

Seeing it from a distance, Xiao Yan couldn't help but skim over, if he was in the sea of red, white, pink, yellow and purple flowers, he reached out and picked the reddest and most colorful flower in his heart, and subconsciously said goodbye to the placket, and suddenly remembered that he was wearing a crewneck shirt, where did the placket come from? couldn't help but laugh dumbly, looking at the rose, my heart was soft, I stood for a moment, sighed again, and walked away with the flower.

Suddenly, more than ten days have passed, Tianmu Mountain has entered the middle of summer, the mountain is lush and green, more lush, and the summer flowers are also more hot and brighter. A string of red strings is red all over the mountain, the stars are red all over the mountain like stars, and the phoenix flowers are red like a red bird from the fire......

Xiao Yan walked and walked, and the red was charming.

The roses have been thanked, the pomegranate flowers are still blooming brightly, the petals are as red as rouge, and they are becoming more and more like fire under the scorching sun, which reminds her of Shen Qingyi's eyes and her love.

Xiao Yan stood silently in the rain.

There is intention in the heart, and there is affection in the knife.

Shen Qingyi has already entered her heart.

How can this be dissipated?

She reached out to catch a few tears and stared silently.

Think of yourself and say: How can I make you sad.

How could she make her sad?

How can you be willing to make her sad?

……

Entering July, Xiao Yan is still in the mountains.

Her heart is still confused, not confused, but confused about how to do both.

Remembering what she said to Shen Qingyi when she left, "It may be a few days, or it may be a month or two", now that it has been two months, she hasn't thought it through, and she is worried that Shen Qingyi will think too much, so she couldn't help but go back to Emerald Lake, write a letter, and ask the Taoist attendant of Chunyangju to take it to Yuanheting, and there is only one sentence in the letter: "I am open to the sun in the mountains." ”

With the letter, she brought the sunflower she picked in the mountains, golden and bright as a bowl, like a smiling face blooming in the sun.

Half an hour later, the waiter came back with a reply letter from Shen Qingyi, and the letter was also very short with only one line of words: "Xiangyang flowers are always Xiangyang." ”

Xiao Yan smiled and stood stunned.

What she meant by sending flowers was that the flowers were warm and full of life, and she hoped that you would be as vibrant as the flowers.

Shen Qingyi's reply means that my heart that loves you will never change like a sunflower to the sun.

Xiao Yan stood for a while, solemnly put this letterhead into the red sandalwood letterbox, carrying her baby Xingzhen, sitting alone on the trestle bridge in the lake, laughing and thinking, suddenly happy, sitting for a long time and then carrying the line to sit under the ginkgo tree, nesting in the rattan chair, taking out the red sandalwood letterbox, and reading the lovesick poems one by one, the mood is different from before, soft and warm and affectionate, every word of lovesickness makes her happy and smirk, my sister loves me like this, the wisps are soaked in honey, so sweet that she looks at the clouds in the sky are marshmallows.

When the affection surged, she just wanted to run to Shen Qingyi's side immediately, hold her hand and say, "Qin Se is in the palace, don't be quiet", but finally sighed abruptly, lay down on the rattan chair, frowning bitterly...... This time, how did you get it?

She sighed and frowned, getting up and sitting, walking and standing, as if she was trapped by love.

Daoyangzi came back from outside, smiled slightly when he saw it, and said in his heart, this kid's comprehension is really very high, his body is not in the red dust, his heart is in the red dust, his body is not in the desire, his heart is in the desire, and he has gone deep into the realm so quickly.

Xiao Yan doesn't value flesh and desire, only emotion can really enter her lust world.

Lust and desire, sound and flesh are only the surface, what really makes people fall into it is love and attachment. How many Cave True Realm Grandmasters stop at the innate and are trapped in the demons. People have weaknesses, they have no affection and persistence, they can't figure it out, they can't understand it, they become demons when they are promoted, the light ones fail to be promoted, and the heavy ones die in demons.

Xiao Yan is now trapped in attachment, she is unwilling to let go, so she becomes obsessed.

Daoyangzi walked over in a white robe, sat on the rattan chair on the other side with a wave of his sleeves, and said with a smile: "Jiang Taigong fishes, and those who wish to take the bait." Congratulations, you've taken the bait. ”

The thing about love is that you love me, those who don't want to take the bait, and those who are willing will bite the silk will also get on it.

Xiao Yan will be sad and entangled, and he can't help laughing.

stepped forward and saluted Daojun, and respectfully asked: "I don't have any thoughts to confuse my feelings, I don't know how to be free, and I ask Daojun for advice." ”

Daoyangzi waved his hand to let the Taoist waiter serve the tea, and said, "The clouds are in the blue sky and the water is in the bottle." ”

Xiao Yan looked at the sky, looked at the water, looked at the bottle...... Uh, no bottle, it's a glass...... Dao Yangzi waved his sleeves and drank her: "What are you doing standing here?" Look at the water! ”

Xiao Yan blinked, stayed for a while, saluted Daojun, obediently went to the lake to look at the water, looked at the clear water in the lake where you could see swimming fish, and thought silently.

She asked, Jun, how to go through the world of desire? Daojun said: "Look at the flowers!" ”

She asked, Jun, how to break the color | Daojun said: "Look at the water!" ”

Of course, looking at flowers is not looking at flowers, and looking at water is not looking at water.

"Looking at flowers" is to enter the flowers and see your own feelings and desires.

What does "looking at water" mean?

Water...... Is it clear, quiet?

***

There are 10,000 horses crossing in Tianmu Mountain, and there is Lingtan Cliff on 10,000 horses.

Xiao Yan sat on the top of the Lingtan Cliff, looking at the various sandalwood trees on the cliff wall. These are thousand-year-old ancient sandalwood, rooted in the stone, some of which have been peeled off the heart, or the torso is open, but they are still lush; Some only have wizened and crooked trunks, but they send out new branches; Some tree trunks are densely packed with galls like diseased bodies, but they are hideous in appearance but still have vitality. No matter what kind of posture, there is a quality, that is, to fight with the sky, with the earth, and with the stone.

There are seven clumsy words engraved on the cliff: the true soul is planted on the immortal stone.

True Soul ...... What is True Soul?

Because of this true soul, can you plant it in the Immortal Stone and gain immortality?

She remembered what her mother said: Cultivation is cultivation of truth.

What is cultivation?

Removing the false and preserving the true is the true way.

Cultivation is the cultivation of one's own body, and the cultivation of the "true self".

To see the true self is to see the true self and recognize oneself.

Without insight into the true self, how can we return to colorlessness? Born is a piece of purity, which is naturally in line with the way of heaven - the road is simple; But the red dust of the world is a big dye vat, dyeing the true nature of people, and wrapping them layer by layer, people rise and fall in the red dust, how to see their true nature?

Xiao Yan quietly stared at these thousand-year-old sandalwoods, and thought to herself, she is also a seed between heaven and earth, slowly germinating, drawing, growing leaves, flowering, fruiting, going through the years, and becoming a big tree. …… And what did she get in these formative years? What was lost? What's more? What's missing? Which ones deviated from her true nature?

These sandalwood trees were born in heaven and earth, experienced wind and rain, experienced lightning strikes and electric splits, and have no spiritual intelligence, and their only desire is to survive. This is their true heart, their true soul: the idea of survival. The true soul is immortal, and it can survive forever regardless of the wind and rain outside.

She wants to find her true soul, but the true soul is not limited to the body, not to the heart, not to the seven emotions and six desires.

Man is the soul of all things, but there are no plants and trees that can stick to their hearts.

Just because people are too clever and cunning, without these plants and trees are single and simple, how can they see the truth?

Look at the water!

……

She sat on the cliff for seven days and seven nights, and the heavy rain fell and hit the ancient sandalwood.

Ten thousand horses under the cliff is a deep stream, the stream is full of round and slippery stones, 100 catties and tens of thousands of catties, tens of thousands of mighty and mighty, from the valley from top to bottom, continuous four or five miles. After a while of the heavy rain falling, I heard the roaring sound, only to see the mountain torrent rushing, impacting the boulder, the white waves splashing, the sound is like the shout of a thousand troops, the shape is like ten thousand horses galloping. Xiao Yan was not shocked by this majestic momentum, nor was he amazed by this majestic magnificence, but looked at the white waves splashing on the boulder, which was so clean and unclean. The water galloping of ten thousand horses, no matter what posture or shape, is still water...... Just water.

Mother said, "Light is light, water is water."

You have to be clear about who you are.

Xiao Yan thought to himself.

She was conceived from the mother's womb, fell to the ground with innate purity, and then became a child with seven emotions and six desires, became a teenager with a goal and worked hard, and then became a half-adult who experienced family separation, tasted the complexity of life, tasted friendship and love entanglement, and then became a calm and rational adult who was not afraid of hardships - her heart became mature, her will became strong, her mind became wise, so does she still remember her beginning: Who am I? What do I want?

What am I practicing for?

When she was a child, she practiced martial arts in order to be strong, to have power, to protect her mother, which was her love for her mother.

Later, I learned the truth, it turned out that my mother was so powerful, and she didn't need to protect herself, what was the purpose of cultivating martial arts by herself at that time? That is to be on a par with my mother, to walk with my mother, not to let my mother walk alone on the avenue, this is still my love for my mother.

With the improvement of her martial arts, she likes more and more the magnificence of climbing dangerous peaks to see the scenery, the freedom of eagles striking the sky, and the joy of seeking rules and comprehending the nature of heaven and earth, this is her love and desire.

How can there be no emotion and no desire?

She practiced martial arts, not for immortality. If you attain enlightenment, you will be able to live forever. Her way is to live with affection and righteousness. Love the people she loves, and protect the people she wants to protect.

Life should be free and joyful. The heart is free, and everything you do is what the heart wants to do, and of course you are sincerely happy.

So love is not trapped in her heart, this is what her heart wants.

The clouds are in the blue sky and the water is in the bottle.

The water in the bottle, just like the human heart, as long as it remains pure and unstained, no matter what bottle it is in, it can be round with the square, it can be rigid and soft, it can be big and small, just like the white clouds in the blue sky, free and easy.

As long as the mind is free, how can it be trapped?

Draw the ground as a prison, and guard it is love.

Because this love can only be given to this one person, and it can only be guarded for her. Love is in the heart of the square inch, this square inch is "my heart is a stone, can not be turned also". This square inch is a strong causeway, like a big river, and it flows only for you, and will not overflow outward.

Her heart is still soaring freely, and where her heart desires is the way, then she will do the way; If the heart desires to love, then love as much as possible; If the heart desires to be righteous, then do the righteous.

Live up to her love and righteousness, this is her way.

Xiao Yan stood up, roared, stepped out, and fell into the deep stream of thousands of horses, the autumn water knife knife was straight, each knife fell, and the round boulder was cut into horizontal and vertical tofu squares, falling in the rushing torrent, because of "integrity", it was more stable than the round one, and it was difficult to be washed away by the water when it sank to the bottom of the water. Integrity and integrity, this is what she is after. Honest and honest.

The heavy rain came and went quickly, and soon the rain collected and the dark clouds dispersed, and the golden light was ten thousand ways, and the blue sky was clear and transparent.

Xiao Yan let out a long laugh, rose up, climbed to the top of Ling Tian Peak, and looked at it: at the end of the heavy mountains, the fertile fields are yellow with rice, the green willows and red peaches cover the villages, the sound of chickens and dogs can be faintly heard, the gentle slope fields, and the misty cloud peaks in the distance. Her heart was transparent, and she smiled, "There is a world in the fairy mountain, and the world is also in the red dust." ”

The body is in the red dust, the love is in the world, and the heart is outside the object.

Then the Tao and the love are both.

She smiled and went down the mountain, and went to the Emerald Lake first, thanking Lu Daojun for his guidance.

Dao Yangzi laughed, "Although it is not out of bounds, the heart has been opened, and the road is not far away." - Go! ”

Xiao Yan kowtowed three times and retreated.

When she went up to Shennong Peak again, she was calm and happy in her heart.

It's like "returning home from afar".