The year is coming to an end.

On December 29, Xiao Yan and Murong Jue's injuries finally healed.

Both of them were seriously injured this time, one was the Dao intention of annihilation, the other was the Dao intention of life, two diametrically opposed and fundamentally conflicting Dao intents, evenly matched, and the battle produced a huge destructive force, and the breath of the other party's Dao Yi invaded their bodies, colliding with each other in the body, and inevitably caused serious injuries. Moreover, the remaining will of the other party's Dao will also affects the recovery of their injuries, just as there is always a wisp of retrograde breath in the ascending meridian breath, and the restless pounding in the meridians, the two must first suppress the other party's residual Dao intent if they want to adjust their internal breath.

But this is not easy, because the wisdom of the other party's Dao realm is on par with one's own, and the comprehension of the Heavenly Dao will of birth or death has also touched the eternal realm, and even if the eternal will is weak, it is difficult to extinguish. When it was difficult for repression to eliminate this conflicting Dao intent, both thought of assimilation. This is even more difficult, so the two of them have been recuperating for more than half a month this time, and it took seventeen or eighteen days to fully recover.

But the harvest is also very large, because the tempering of the other party's Taoism in the internal breath makes the two of them more harmonious, and they also have some understanding of each other's Taoism, which in turn promotes a deeper level of comprehension of their own Taoism, which can be described as opposing but also complementary. Of course, being able to comprehend is also based on their previous battles, and the breakthrough of the comprehension of the Dao realm between the two in the battle is the biggest benefit, otherwise how can it be said that the battle is mutually beneficial?

After Xiao Yan recovered from his injuries, he went to Shenhu to paint.

She likes to think by the lake, although it only snowed heavily two days ago, but the grass here is still green, like a natural green carpet, walking on it has a soft feeling, of course, what she likes the most is the most peaceful when staying by the lake.

This is the calmest place in Mount Kinabalu.

The whole sacred mountain is like a giant dragon across the land of Oghuz, but it is not a dragon like a tyrant, but has the same deep calm as the earth, silently embracing all things. However, everything is not peaceful, because grass is growing, insects are grazing, trees are competing for sunlight, and animals are preying or being preyed...... Both living and non-living things are consciously or unconsciously fighting for survival, but death is inevitable. Life and death are the eternity of this world. They seek eternity, but eternity is not desire. Hope, but the realm, is the deepest peace, only when the heart is silent, the soul is the deepest tranquility, can there be the possibility of touching the edge of the heaven and earth.

Xiao Yan's eyes were quiet, and there was a piece of green sandalwood rice paper suspended in front of him, and there was vitality when the pen fell, but people couldn't feel the tip moving, as if it was hanging quietly on the Tan Xuan, frozen because of the calm of the sacred mountain.

Xiao Yan is painting the sacred mountain.

Under her brushstrokes, there is life and death, and life and death are intertwined, as if in the world, drawing a crossroads.

The cross is two paths that are far from each other.

But they also had crossovers.

Xiao Yan is thinking about this intersection at the moment, that point is the coexistence and transformation point of these two Dao meanings.

Life and death, death and life......

Xiao Yan's sea of knowledge kept replaying the battle with Murong Jue.

When she calmed down, she was thinking about the battle.

Some things are understood, and some things are still blurry, as if I saw the light and shadow under the lake, which was never clear enough.

These realizations cannot be expressed in words, and she likes to express them in paintings, expressing those vague and esoteric ideas through tangible lines - of course, those that are not enough look like graffiti. The "calm of the sacred mountain" she will draw is a mess of lines, if the metaphor is more accurate, it is a mess of cramps, it is estimated that An Yexi will roll her eyes again when she sees it, "Mountain-what?" ”

Xiao Yan smiled, but the wolf in his hand paused there, unable to fall for a long time.

The most critical point, she still hasn't figured it out.

Her calm eyes looked at the Divine Lake, the Divine Lake is always so calm, the lake is like a mirror without ripples, she smiled, her mood is as calm as the lake, and she does not force herself to comprehend, she has to put the pen away.

A hand stretched out, white as snow, transparent as ice, as if the flesh and muscles between the palms and fingers had turned into ice, ice as muscles as ice as bones. That hand was held in Xiao Yan's hand, cold as ice, just touching the extreme cold like a glacier for thousands of years, the breath penetrated into the phalanges, and the cold also penetrated into the phalanges, but when I tasted it carefully, I felt that there was a trace of moisturizing in the extremely cold pith, just like the lotus flower on the snow peak, the green in the cold.

Xiao Yan was stunned for a moment.

This was the first time the two had skin-to-skin contact after scuffling in the snow in the cliff valley.

A little moisturizing in this extreme cold......

Xiao Yan's heart moved, a little spiritual light flashed in the sea of consciousness, and he couldn't help but immerse himself in it.

Murong Jue's snowy fingers held her hand, constant as if holding a sword, and drew four strokes on the suspended rice paper.

One word, to be exact.

Mountain.

Horizontal and vertical, just like Murong Jue's sword, straight.

Each stroke is not up and down, horizontal and horizontal, straight and straight, one horizontal and one vertical are very clean.

Xiao Yan's eyes gathered, and when he saw this word, he laughed.

She couldn't find a mountain in her paintings, so Murong Jue gave her a "mountain".

"Senior, you're really direct."

Continue.

"A gift for you." Murong Jue said, his voice cold and emotionless.

Her hand was still on the back of her hand and did not let go.

Xiao Yan's eyes were slightly closed, his eyes were condensed, and he carefully tasted a little moisture in the extreme cold, and the spiritual light that had flashed away in the sea of consciousness flowed out of the light and shadow on the glass-like lotus petals.

After a long time, Xiao Yan's eyebrows were raised, his heavy wrist fell, and his brushwork was swayed, and there was an extra cramping line on the painting. As soon as the line went up, the "mountain" was gone. But when I looked at it with my sense, I saw a mountain in the fog, the mountain was too calm, as if all things were extinguished, but when it was contaminated with the wetness of the fog, there was a little green, followed by thousands of greens, vigorous and silent, vitality and silence, and this mountain was derived.

What Murong Jue gave her was a piece of Taoism, integrated into the "mountain", but the real mystery was not in that word, but in her flesh and bones, and that grip was the essence of Taoism.

"What kind of gift is this?" Xiao Yan looked back at her and asked with a smile.

This is certainly not a gift to thank her for sharpening her sword.

They don't have to say thank you, they don't need to say thank you.

Everything is done with the heart, from the heart.

"New Year's gift." Murong Jue said, with the natural cold of ice and snow in his voice, and he couldn't hear the emotion, but Xiao Yan could hear the laughter in it.

She laughed and said, "Then I'm going to invite you to drink." ”

The next day was Chinese New Year's Eve, the bonfire was raging at night, the two sat by the sacred lake to drink, Xiao Yan set up an iron pot on the bonfire to cook fish, added a lot of mushrooms, and told Murong Jue that the first time she came to the sacred lake, she was kicked into the lake by the young god and made a boiled fish. Squeezed his eyes and smiled at Murong again. She was sure that she wrote a letter to encourage Murong Jue, and Murong Jue must have jumped into the Divine Lake, and that kind of taste was not enjoyed by her alone.

Murong Jue glanced at her lightly, and suddenly reached out and took the porcelain wine jar beside her, and poured a drop of the ice pith wine inside into his parrot cup.

"Hey!" Xiao Yan glared, "That's my wine." ”

Ten pounds of wine, four jars for one person.

Shao Shensi was so stingy that she jumped into the sacred lake to "pay" to buy these four jars of wine.

But the wine is indeed good wine, and it is worth her jumping into the lake.

"If you are full of water, you will be drunk if you are affectionate, and you don't need to drink." Murong Jue said, sitting by the bonfire in white, the natural cold bonfire could not be dispersed, a sip of wine and a mouthful of fish, his expression was light, but he revealed a pure ease.

Xiao Yan was aroused by her words, and couldn't help but lie down with her head up, her hands on the back of her head, looking at the starry blinking sky, as if telling her lover's nickname, and her expression revealed longing and melancholy.

On the New Year's Reunion Festival, not by the side of relatives and lovers, it is indeed melancholy.

"I need to write a love letter," she says. ”

Convey her deep feelings.

She knew that Shen Qingyi must be thinking about her too.

That kind of soul-entwined thoughts, across thousands of mountains and rivers, can also sense each other.

"Well, let's just say that on Chinese New Year's Eve, you and I are together, cooking fish and drinking, looking at beauty, and happy." Murong Jue took a bite of fish, took a sip of wine, and told the truth in a cold tone, the smile without half a laugh, maybe only Xiao Yan could hear it.

Xiao Yan rolled her eyes at her ridicule and said, "If I write like this, I will definitely be hacked." ”

You can't write the truth like that.

When she was recuperating from her injuries, she wrote a letter to Shen Qingyi, saying that she had another fight with Murong Jue, fell to the snow in the cliff valley, rubbed blood on Murong Jue's extremely clean white clothes, and spit blood on Murong Jue's face...... Ahaha, she was extremely proud, she smiled and wanted to laugh when she thought of Murong Jue's face, and after writing it, she asked someone to send a letter, and when she turned around, she suddenly felt that she was about, shouldn't she write this plot?

Shen Qingyi was jealous when he read the letter, pinched Xiao Yan again and again in his heart, and spit blood on his face...... Hehe, the key is that person is Murong Jue, who has loved Xiao Yan and kissed Xiao Yan. As soon as Shen Qingyi thought about it, he felt sour in his heart to his teeth, and he gnashed his teeth and bit people. At midnight, the three hundred and sixty bells rang one after another, and her wish was that Xiao Yan was safe, and by the way, her "old lovers" were all rolling to the edge of the sky, and it was best to never see her, thousands of miles away.

In Chang'an, Li Yuzhen spent Chinese New Year's Eve with his parents and brothers in the Qingning Hall of the Imperial Palace, returned to the East Palace and paid homage to the pavilion master and the two uncles, and returned to the Guangtian Hall when he was about to be ugly, sitting on the bed there is a kind of loneliness, no matter how respectful the master is, no matter how close the relatives, there will eventually be a time to leave, and she can accompany her forever, always only herself.

She casually took out the seal that Xiao Yan gave her from under the pillow, the small seal of the Qinglong Niu Shoushan Stone, engraved with "Xuji Jingdu".

To the extreme, keep quiet.

Keeping quiet is a kind of realm.

The avenue is lonely, and the only one who can accompany him to eternity is himself.

Just like heaven and earth, looking at each other may not stay together; Companionship is not necessarily companionship; Peering may not be permanent.

I always have to go on my own.

Only by bearing loneliness can we go a long way.

It's quiet, tuk.

In the loneliness in her heart, there was a kind of peace.

Lose in hake, but gain in herring.

Can't be with her, Li Yuzhen felt pain and loneliness. And in the midst of this pain and loneliness, she finally understood that the path forward for a cultivator was always her own avenue. No matter how far we walk together, for example, the stars in the universe will eventually separate, the stars will fall, and the universe will still be so quiet. Only by bearing loneliness can there be such eternity.

Li Yuzhen put down the seal, took a cardigan and put it on, and walked out barefoot.

The soft carpet slid past the soles of her feet, and she could feel the subtle and smooth weaves, the coldness of the smooth floor tiles under the carpet, the deep and moist earth under the tiles, the depths of the earth were moist and silent, but it was the brewing and pulsating of life......

Walking to the outer hall, Guan Xia and Qin Xin followed silently.

Li Yuzhen walked out of the main hall all the way and walked along the corridor to a two-story open pavilion behind the main hall, which was the silent night platform. The emperors of the Tang Dynasty like to watch the stars, and the princes of the Tang Dynasty like to watch the night, the starry sky is high, and the night is calm, which is exactly the position of the emperor and the prince: one needs to stand tall, and the other needs to be calm in his heart. Of course, Li Yuzhen does not need to use calm to restrain his desire for imperial power. Hopefully, she doesn't have this desire. Hopefully, there is no need for restraint. Her calm comes from the deeper skies and not from lust. Restraint of hope. Restraint is not true calm.

She casually lay on the soft rattan recliner that Guan Xia moved out, barefoot on the soft rattan table, as clean as white jade, even if she walked here, she was not contaminated with half a cent of dust. She held a tall white jade cup in her hand, and inside was amber golden wave jade liquor, and she was also comfortable drinking under the night sky, stars, and the lights of Chang'an that would not be extinguished on Chinese New Year's Eve.

The master said that life is quiet and peaceful, and drunk in the meantime.

In the past, Li Yuzhen couldn't understand that her life was too bright, too gorgeous, full of jumping and passion, her sword was sharp and full of tension, and she couldn't experience this kind of tranquility.

But she has experienced the love that can make her burn her life, and the deepest love is the most painful loss, from the brightest to the warmest fall to the coldest to the coldest abyss, the ups and downs of the state of mind, can be said to be from the sky to the ground, but this kind of ups and downs, but this kind of ups and downs made her experience the loneliness after the deep pain, in that deep loneliness, she touched the eternal ......

It was the trembling of the divine soul in the deepest calm, like a distant starlight falling on the divine soul in the endless universe, calm, peaceful, joyful.

Li Yuzhen took a sip of wine and raised his glass to the quiet night sky.

The peace of mind allowed her to merge with the earth in the dark night without her divine sense, as if it was an extension of her life, and the pulse of the entire Chang'an was in her breath, which was an incomparably mysterious feeling.

Her heart was calm, and it seemed to exist and seemed to be in the void, the night was her eyes, and the earth was her ears...... Seeing everything, hearing everything.

Intoxicating.

This is what the master said about the quietest, and the drunkenness in the meantime.

……

The edge of the lake was so calm that there was not even the sound of insects, only the beeping of the bonfire.

Xiao Yan lay barefoot on the felt carpet on the grass, his trouser legs rolled several times, revealing his calves as smooth as jade, feeling the night breeze happily passing over them, and also enjoying the freedom and happiness of the wind. She felt a kind of quiet joy in her heart, and suddenly jumped out and grabbed Murong Jue's wine jar, poured herself a glass of wine, raised it towards the night sky, and said loudly: "For this quiet night sky." ”

Friendship is like the stars in the night sky, as long as our lives exist, they will shine forever in this night sky.

For our deepest eternity.

"Forward!"

She raised her glass to Murong Jue, then turned her head to raise her glass to the night sky in the south, and laughed:

"Drink to win!"

……

"Drink to win!"

Under the same starry sky, Li Yuzhen said with a slight squint.