Next to the stream, the grass is still green.

Luo Mei and Zhao Jing chatted about small topics between women, and laughter was heard from time to time.

Since Zhao Jingzhi had an epiphany, he seems to have seen many things very clearly, so Lin Futian will occasionally come over to chat with Zhao Jingzhi, observe other people's ways, and look back at his own ways It will be clearer, but every time Lin Futian comes to chat with Zhao Jingzhi, he will be blinded by Luo Mei.

Luo Mei angrily held the bamboo sword, rolled her eyes, and then rubbed her eyes a little funny.

I guess I rolled my eyes too hard and cramped?Lin Futian thought to himself.

Lin Futian slowly walked to this shady stream, and a cool breeze blew in his face, instantly dissipating the heat brought by the changeable weather. His sleeves and trouser legs had been rolled up, and there were still some water stains on them—this was because Lin Futian often went to the river to fish in this paradise-like place, so the things that Luo Mei, Zhao Jingzhi, and Mo Yunfu had eaten in the past few days were all fish that Lin Futian had caught from the river.

I still remember the first time I came to this quiet stream, Lin Futian's expression of joy that could not be concealed was really like a ...... Children alike. For the first time, Luo Mei and the others felt that this young master of the Lin family, who didn't look like he was only seventeen years old, had some innocence that belonged to his age.

That day, he looked at the small fish swimming slowly in the river, and his eyes flashed, just like the stars that had fallen from the starry sky last night, gently fluttering, rippling slightly on the eye waves, rippling out a starry sky.

When Lin Futian fished for the first time, he was very embarrassed, and when he ran to the fish for the first time, he accidentally stepped on the moss on the stones at the bottom of the river, and then leaned back and slipped down. At that time, Lin Futian sat on the stones in the river, put his hands on the moss on the stones at the bottom of the river, laughed self-deprecatingly, and laughed very happily.

The water in the river is cool and cool, the moss on the stones at the bottom of the water is slippery and comfortable to the touch, and the water of the small river flows through your arms, and you can clearly feel the direction of the small river.

Gently, as if he was with Xiaohe, holding hands, gently swaying.

Then happily said: We are all good friends.

At that time, Lomme and the others saw the happiest and most comfortable forest burial day. He sat in the river and laughed happily just because of such a small thing as slipping.

Then, Lomé and the others laughed along.

Not sure why.

It's just that I feel very happy.

In the past few days, they have felt a little tired of eating fish and eating Luomei, every day is fish, and nothing else, but the three of them know a lot about the practice of fish: braised fish, boiled, steamed and so on. Or simply and rudely, directly pick up a few branches nearby and peel them, and then hollow out the internal organs of the fish, skewer them, and roast them on the bonfire.

Cultivators, in fact, don't have much interest in these worldly foods, even if they don't eat them, there is not much of a problem, the elements between heaven and earth are enough to fill their physical needs, so there is a saying that "they don't eat the fireworks of the world". The immortals on the mountain, no matter how high or low they cultivate, as long as they have stepped into the path of cultivation, they are already among my generation, and gradually, they are different from the people under the mountain.

As a cultivator of the mountain people, the attitude towards the people below the mountain has actually vaguely determined their height. Some mountain people look down on the world, regard those ordinary people who are unable to practice as ants, and they are arrogant, but in fact they cannot withstand scrutiny and beating. And some mountain people are playing the world, positioning themselves as a passer-by in the world to walk the rivers and lakes, and when the road is uneven, they draw their swords to help. Chivalrous spirit, magnificent and amazing.

Like Lin Futian, there are fewer and fewer cultivators who don't feel that they are mountain people at all, but have always regarded themselves as ordinary people.

The world is like this, the power of one person can't turn things around, but if there are more sparks like Lin Futian, is it like that raging fire, which has the potential to burn the prairies?

The answer needs to wait, wait a little longer.

"How do you feel now?" Lin Futian sat down and asked with a smile.

Zhao Jingzhi is now introverted, and his eyes now seem to be adapted to the state of the moon shadow and hiding his eyes, and they have always been faint silvery-white, but he doesn't feel strange when he gets used to it, but he will feel a mysterious beauty. She smiled, "I feel better now, my eyes are not as sore as they used to be." Lin Futian nodded, a little relieved.

In the past few days, Zhao Jingzhi would feel eye pain every night, especially after seeing the moonlight, it was even more out of control, she would wake up every night because of the pain in her eyes, curled up on the ground in pain, hugged tightly, gritted her teeth, and couldn't speak in pain.

This shows how much pain she must have.

Lin Futian and they were a little unbearable in their eyes, but Lin Futian said, this is a level that every person who has an epiphany must go through, Luo Mei They can't help, these pains can only be digested slowly by herself, and only by eating hard can she truly achieve the consummation of epiphany.

So in the past few days, Lin Futian and they still found a secluded place to settle down, waiting for Zhao Jingzhi to recover.

In the past few days, Zhao Jingzhi has actually not slept well. It was as if her body was deliberately working against her, and whenever she felt a little sleepy, the indescribable pain quickly welled up in her eyes, as if she wanted to gouge out her eyeballs.

After three days of sleeplessness, finally, Zhao Jingzhi slept a rare good night's sleep.

Zhao Jing pointed to the small river in the distance and asked, "What do you see?"

Lin Futian looked at it, there was a smile in the corner of his eyes, he had suffered a loss on that small river, and at that time, Luo Mei and they laughed mercilessly, and they all smiled and bent over. But later, after my skills gradually became proficient, fishing or something was no longer difficult. He was in that river, his steps were relaxed and calm, and as soon as he reached out and stretched out his hand, he was a fat river fish. Luo Mei is envious, and has been clamoring to learn this skill, so that she can be self-reliant in the future, and save some money by the way.

He smiled and said, "I saw a small river, and there were many fish in the small river, and they seemed to be tired of swimming, and now it is quite suitable to go down to the river to fish." ”

Lomé rolled her eyes, then shifted her body and craned her neck to look, in the distance, the river glowed with a little phosphorescence, layer by layer flowing in a certain direction, she pursed her lips, and felt that it was no different, "I see a river." Then she glanced at Lin Futian and suddenly changed her words: "A big river." ”

It seems that this is better than Lin Futian, and I have to say that she is also a little childish.

But she's so cute.

Lin Futian shook his head and asked with a smile, "What did you see?"

Zhao Jingzhi's eyes flickered, and he said softly: "I only saw a colorful lake rushing towards me, and there were many ...... in the air The shadow of the 'man'. ”

Lin Futian and Luo Mei didn't know what to say for a while, because the world in their eyes was fundamentally different.

The clouds and windows are quiet, the wind is clear, the clouds are clear, and the water is clear.

In the end, Lin Futian sighed with emotion: "When some realms are reached, temperament and charm will naturally be there." ”

Luo Mei got up and went to Mo Yunfu to pack up the parts of the camp.

It's time to go.

Zhao Jingzhi was silent for a while and asked, "I'm like this...... Isn't it abnormal?"

Lin Futian said with a smile: "Don't think about it, in a realm like yours, others can't ask for it, and there are some things that only you can do, and only you can do it." You just have to firmly believe that. ”

Zhao Jingzhi smiled and said softly, "Thank you." ”

Lin Futian stood up, moved his wrist, twisted his waist, and then smiled: "It's time to go." ”

Zhao Jing looked straight at Luo Mei and Mo Yunfu, who were busy not far away, and nodded, "Okay!"

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Far away [East China Sea].

In a mountain field, a man who is known as the "saint of books" in the world's mouth, with his big sleeves fluttering, walks crookedly. But if you look closely, he has been walking in a straight line, and he has an inexplicable "meaning" flowing all over his body.

His originally gray sideburns were quietly dyed black by him, so that someone would not be sad to see it, and he would be sad himself.

Nangong Qixi's eyes suddenly lit up and stopped his strange steps.

Not far away, a gray-haired old woman walked slowly, although she looked like she was already in her prime, her eyes were still bright, and her steps were vigorous.

This old woman's life can be said to be legendary.

When she was a teenager, she showed a so-called "poetic heart" that was different from her peers, with both compassion and wisdom. This is also due to her family education, and her uncle, who has a deep literary cultivation, is her poetry of enlightenment. Her uncle gave her a book on poetry and rhyme, and taught her many interesting things. When she was a teenager, her uncle asked her to compose poems. She couldn't remember all the details of the first poem she had written, but she remembered that it seemed to be a poem about the moon, in the rhyme of the Fourteen Colds.

A poet once had such a sentence: "Heaven achieves a man with a hundred evils." This old woman's life of suffering and success is perhaps the best commentary on this sentence.

Since she was a teenager, she has experienced the double changes of national enmity and family difficulties. She had few stable days in her life and experienced several major disasters. The loss of her mother at the age of sixteen made her understand what life and death mean earlier than her peers.

She had a happy marriage, but then her husband was inexplicably imprisoned, and then the news came that he died in prison. Grief-stricken, she took her daughter with her.

In those tumultuous days, she had no place to call home. At that time, she often had dreams about "can't go back", in which she returned to the familiar courtyard of her hometown, but all the doors and windows were closed, and she couldn't get in, so she could only linger outside the door for a long time, stunned, and finally lost in the high and dense jungle inexplicably.

In those dark days, it was a collection of poems that saved her, and there is a line in it: "All beings create evil, and there is also a chance to smoke." If she was drunk, she told herself, don't worry about it anymore.

In the midst of the wars and changes of the great era, sometimes it is really involuntarily, and it is not your choice to leave you wherever you go.

She was an extremely resilient person, and she once said, "Leave me where I am, and I will be there, doing what I have to do." ”

After her daughter died in an accident. After this round of suffering, she suddenly realized that she wanted to go back to her hometown to teach, and build everything on her small family and ego.

When she came out of her temporary home that day, there was still a remnant sun on the treetops, and when she walked back, it was completely dark. That evening, she had been thinking about what to do with the rest of the days.

"Wandering to the end of the world, where to cherish the rest of your life. She said.

The students in my hometown have a great passion for poetry that carries truth, goodness and beauty. Her teaching style is relatively unique, purely based on inspiration, relying on divine action, relying on empty space, focusing on sharing the feelings of the soul.

This is a teaching method that many students and teachers have never heard of, and it is full of new ideas. After class, many people wrote to her. There are also many people whose lives have changed completely after listening to her classes.

This may be her charm, the magical, beautiful blue after going through difficulties.

When she lectures, she does not regard poetry as an objective academic object, but integrates academics, poetry itself and her own life.

Today, students are her closest people, they walk with her in the evenings, and they take care of her in the hospital when she is sick.

As her student, there is no shortcut, and what she has always emphasized is the word "indisputable". So although there are not so many of her students, they are all people who can devote themselves to learning. Above the court, this old woman in her old age is also highly praised.

It has been more than 40 years since she returned to her hometown to teach, but she still feels that she has returned too late, and the reality reminds her that time is passing - when she returns to the old land one autumn, most of the lotus flowers in the lake have withered.

This made her sad for a long time.

She still has great expectations for today's young people, for fear that they will be ignorant of the beauty of poetry, "like entering Baoshan, returning empty-handed".

The last line of the poem comes from folklore, and according to legend, the pearl in the mussel shell in the East China Sea is round, and the moon in the sky is round. She extended its righteousness, saying that as long as the "pearl" in everyone's heart is round, then the moon in the sky is complete and does not lose.

I heard that two lotus seeds were dug up from the ancient tomb, and under careful cultivation, miraculously grew leaves and bloomed lotus flowers. The lotus flower falls into the lotus canopy, and the lotus pod has lotus seeds in it, and the lotus seed has a lotus heart in it, and the lotus heart is immortal. She was greatly encouraged by this incident and wrote a poem, in which she said: "Lianshi has a heart and should not die, life is easy to get old and dreams are easy to be foolish, and Qianchun is still waiting to be developed." ”

Since then, on many occasions and occasions, when people ask her views on the future inheritance of poetic culture, the gray-haired old woman always retells the story as an answer.

Nangong Qixi was very happy to see this famous old woman, and hurriedly ran towards the old woman.

Because she was, and was, his teacher for a while.

It's just that she didn't know at that time that the young man who was always the first to come to her lecture place to clean up and sit in class to listen attentively to her lecture was the Wensheng whose reputation shook the [East China Sea].

Nangong Qixi respects this teacher very much, because she can be regarded as saving herself once, just like those students she has taught, she is grateful.

Really.

Nangong Qixi ran towards the teacher, smiling brightly.

The old woman not far away stood in place, looked carefully at the somewhat familiar young man, and then smiled. She remembered who this young man was, that strange boy called "Nangong", every time there were countless questions waiting to ask her, if she hadn't read poetry books for a few years, and there was some ink in her stomach, otherwise she really couldn't answer this student's question, but she was very happy, and she didn't feel tired, only such a student exists, and as a teacher, she can continue to improve.

The old man put down the vegetable basket he was carrying, smiled and opened his arms, Nangong Qixi gave the teacher who had not seen him for many years a big hug, the old man stumbled a little, she smiled and gently patted the back of the young man who impressed her.

This kid is still so big and not small.

She smiled and said, "Nangong, I haven't seen you for so many years, why are you willing to come back to see me?" Nangong Qixi scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "Aren't I busy, you see, I don't come to you as soon as I am free?"

The old man smiled: "Flim tongue, there must be something that can't be solved again, so come back and hope I can give you some advice, right?"

Nangong Qixi smiled and helped the old man lift the vegetable basket and said, "No, no, I just want to miss you, teacher." ”

The old man smiled and took his arm, Nangong Qixi carried the vegetable basket, and the two walked slowly.

Let's make a delicious meal for today's meal. The old man thought to himself.

"Teacher, how are you doing?" asked Nangong Qixi softly.

The old man smiled kindly, and she glanced at the student, whom she hadn't seen in years. After so many years, he seems to have changed a lot, and he is much calmer than before.

I just don't know if that's good or bad?

Could it be that he has suffered a lot? The old man felt a little sad when he thought of this.

She smiled and said, "If you come to see me as a teacher, I won't be bad." ”

Nangong Qixi nodded, and after walking a few steps, he said, "That's good." He smiled brightly, showing his white teeth.

The old man looked at him trying his best to be happy, stretched out his old palm, gently touched Nangong Qixi's face, and said softly: "After so many years, I have worked hard for you." ”

Somehow, Nangong Qixi was obviously laughing, but the tears were already flowing uncontrollably. He shook his head, then leaned gently towards the old woman.

The old man patted him on the shoulder and smiled kindly.

It's all in plain sight.

As long as you come.

That's it.

In the dim sun, an old man and a young man, a teacher, a student, a man who shook Kyushu in the name of "the saint of books", a teacher who taught diligently but was also famous, and two seemingly unrelated people, holding hands, walked among the mountains sprinkled with the setting sun.

The shadows behind them were long, long, as if they had experienced the hardships of their lives, and they all became shadows behind them, and they were quietly held behind them.

Sunset.

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A "Sword Mountain" the size of a mountain peak blocked the view of Lin Futian and his party, Luo Mei raised his head, looked at the strangely shaped mountain, and frowned.

"What's that?" asked Lomé.

Lin Futian smiled: "Mountain." ”

Lomé rolled her eyes and said, "Nonsense, of course I know it's a mountain. ”

"Then you still ask?" Lin Futian said lightly.

“......”

After a while.

"Lin Futian, are you looking for a fight?!"