Back home, Yang Si Si folded the peach tree branches in the yard that had just been recruited, and followed the moves of "Tongmai Sword" up and down.

When I first practiced, my pace was unsteady, and my posture of dancing the sword was also extremely awkward, just like an earthworm twisted in the rain.

After pondering repeatedly without eating or drinking for two hours, he improved a little, and barely practiced the momentum in the sword spectrum and the unsheathed sword in one go, except for the lack of a little bit of the contemptible charm of the sword in the book.

"There is a saying in the book that practicing swords to the best can break ten thousand laws with one sword, I don't have that ability, but if I can also practice a half catty and eight taels, or can I also do things like moving mountains and rivers? Immortals or so chic. ”

Yang Si Si was hungry and staggered towards the stove in the house step by step.

The kitchen racks in the stove were covered with dust, and the wooden bowls inside were stained with a dark black stain. On top of the wooden bowl was a stiffened white steamed bun - this was Yang's fourth year's dry food tonight.

Maybe he needs to think of some ways to earn some entanglement, otherwise there will be a big cold for half a month in the future, and it will inevitably be unbearable to suffer from the cold on a snowy day, and he will be infected with a strange disease.

He sat quietly on a wooden bench with a bowl full of cold water on the ground, pinched a steamed bun in one hand and nibbled it with relish, sometimes dipping it in cold water to quench his thirst, and sometimes reading the account book he found during the investigation in the snow that day.

Yang Si Si was thoughtful, these days, one thing after another has been manipulated by the imperial court, and even his father's cemetery is not peaceful. To this day, he still does not know where his father's body was moved.

He remembered Wang Huai's anxious appearance at the beginning, and roughly deduced that they had not found his father's body, so according to his inference, there must have been a third party breaking in. Linked to the day when the flying knife passed the book, but knew that unknown words, this person is probably a relative and friend of his father, or a very close person.

But what does it mean to lure yourself to die?

He couldn't figure it out, could it be that Wang Huai set up this game of chess? It doesn't make sense, my father has never had much contact with this county magistrate, so how can there be such a thing?

Between the doubts, Yang Sinian couldn't help choking on steamed buns, and his thoughts were interrupted instantly.

"Sir!" He suddenly exclaimed, as far as he knew, the only person who could deduce the country here should be his own master, if it was the master's operation, would it be able to explain it?

He immediately shook his head, no way! If he is a master, why should he save himself······ To gain your trust?

So why did he steal his father's body······· For the sake of keeping the secret of his father from outsiders?

However, why did the master hand over the half-body Dao luck to himself······ Maybe it's to seize more opportunities one day?

"No, it can't be! The master has no reason to do these things, he can turn everything around with the snap of his fingers, why bother? Yang Sisi immediately denied his previous thoughts, and secretly ridiculed himself for doubting the master, which was really disrespectful.

"Well, who did it?" He reluctantly drank the last sip of cold water, packed up the dishes and went back to his room to rest.

Early the next morning, Yang Sinian walked to the palace according to his usual practice.

The weather is getting cold, the water surface has frozen, and the surface of the Luoyan Lake has probably been frozen by frost, only a shallow layer of looming water surface, there are a few fish moving at the bottom, and the figures quickly scatter and flee without a trace.

"Why does this winter seem to be colder than before?" Yang didn't think much about it for four years, and slowly walked into the school palace.

Senior brother Lin Jiangbei was studying the Confucian script in the inner courtyard at the moment, and although his face was still haggard, his general spirit had recovered. After taking the medicine given by his husband for a long time, his legs were gradually able to walk, and he could barely walk for half an hour every day.

"Senior brother, early. Are you alright? Yang Si Si habitually said hello.

Lin Jiang put down the book, nodded and smiled, and replied, "Well, it's already fine." The master checked my pulse earlier, saying that it was a blessing in disguise, and my cultivation had also risen. ”

"By the way, I sent someone to investigate the cause of your father's death during this time, and I got the news early in the morning, do you want to hear it?"

A light flashed in Yang Sinian's pupils, and he suddenly looked up at him: "Really! I hope my brother will tell me! ”

"However, I told you that you can, but don't be impulsive, with your current ability to cultivate, it is completely useless, can you do it?"

"yes, okay."

Lin Jiang didn't support the armrests on both sides of the wheelchair, took off the crutches from the wall, exerted his arms with his waist, and slowly stood still with his legs.

"This news came from Gyeonggi, saying that your father's Langya wood from Guanzhou appeared in an earlier transaction, and was identified by the government as colluding with foreign countries, so he was ordered to die by the people above. However, there is a problem with this, so my informant inquired deeply and found that it should be your father who had a deal with Wang Xianzhi, the secretary of the Criminal Department, and it is rumored that there should indeed be that Langya wood in it. In order to clear the suspicion, Wang Xianzhi sent someone to assassinate him, and there was no proof of his death. Including the snow farm, because it was related to it, it was wiped out together. ”

"However, I always feel that there is something else in it, and it is difficult to assert the truth of the matter, after all, from these clues, it is still impossible to explain many things. Like your father's body······ Of course, if you can inquire about this, you and I should also have points in our hearts, there are a lot of things involved behind this matter, and at present, we can't do anything. ”

Lin Jiangbie's face was gloomy, but Yang Sisi looked quite calm, as if he had expected it.

"Well, at least there are more clues, and one day I'm going to go to Gyeonggi to find out. But now, Senior Brother, please give me more guidance on how to practice. Of course, Yang Si Si knows the truth of staying in the green mountains, thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, and waiting for the opportunity to avenge his father.

What's more, now that he has mastered most of the clues, it is only one step away to find the truth, so he needs to accumulate steadily, wait for the flowers to bloom, and ask the prince with a sword.

"Senior brother, do you know how high the master's realm is?" Yang Sisi inquired with interest, stretched out his hand to help Lin Jiangbie, who was standing on the side, and led him to walk step by step.

Lin Jiangbei accepted it gladly, but this is not difficult in itself, it is only in the spring that he can recover as before, and his legs will be paralyzed in the winter, not that he will not be able to walk: "The master has great powers, and his realm should be early in the eleventh into the Holy Mirror." It's a pity that you and I have passed on the luck of the Great Dao, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to enter the fairy realm in the future, and become an immortal. ”

"Then Senior Brother, what about your realm? When I played against the master, he said I can't catch his chess, but you can catch it, and the realm of the senior brother should be much different, right? ”

Lin Jiangbei smiled slightly, pressed Yang Sisi's arm, and said: "You can think too much about this, although I have studied Confucianism with my master for 12 years, I have never stepped into real practice, and I can play against my master purely because my state of mind is relatively clear and not hindered by external forces, so I can block the invasion of my master's majestic qi and be able to catch it." As for my realm, I will only enter the initial realm, the embryonic realm. ”

According to Lin Jiangbei's statement, the cultivation of the monks here can be roughly divided into twelve realms, with word clouds: one embryo, two skin phases, three bone phases, four lock spirits, five seas, six celestial phenomena, seven divine tours, eight leisurely paths, nine peeps into the Dao, ten into the Dao, eleven into the sacred, and twelve into the immortals.

The realm of Mr. is rare in the world, and there are only a few people in the entire Central Continent who have stepped into the eleventh holy realm. If Mr. is willing, he is free to turn over the clouds and rain, and he can do whatever he wants, and it is easy to cover the sky with a flick of his fingers.

"Then our Zhongzhou has the power to enter the immortals?"

"Into the immortals? Zhongzhou has never heard of such a person, let alone the neighboring Guanzhou, not even the richest Yunzhou today. The so-called Twelve Immortal Realms are actually just those monks who have entered the Eleventh Immortal Realm today, saying that they faintly feel that they can make some progress, cross the shackles, and climb to another level of peaks, so they named the Twelve Realms Immortals. ”

"However, you and I have good qualifications, if you practice properly one day, you may also try to climb to the top and ask for a great avenue."

Yang Si Si repeatedly chanted the three words "fast meaning", as if, the mystery of this period is full of heart, a good happy meaning, if the avenue can be climbed to seek fast meaning, why not give it a try?

"Then senior brother, do you want to ask for that pleasure?" Yang Si Si changed his words, and this question suddenly made Lin Jiang don't be stunned, dumbfounded, and waited for a long time before replying: "I am willing to be like the master, and ask for the world to be one." ”

"The world is one? But how difficult this is, the master has not done it, senior brother, I am afraid that this is the cause and effect of a lifetime. Yang Sinian looked at the senior brother in front of him in a daze, and suddenly felt that he was unprecedentedly tall, and he walked towards the master step by step, getting closer and closer. And he gradually became estranged, contrary to the two of them.

"Maybe the master also has this intention, pass on my Confucian skills, and teach you little magical powers. Do you know, your little supernatural power is not from Confucianism, but follows the will of Taoism, and what you seek is the intention of pleasure. Lin Jiangbei exhaled slowly, froze in the cold wind, turned into a cloud of fog, and scattered away without a trace.

"Hurry······ Meaning, the master has such expectations for me? Alas, perhaps in the eyes of the master, it is enough for the people who help the world to have you, and I only care about the happiness of the rivers and lakes······"

"Four years, don't think nonsense, the master's intention is never to favor one over the other, he should feel that this world should be left to those of us who have long been on the road, as a latecomer, you should enjoy the peace that belongs to the world to you."

There are snowflakes falling, white and flawless, they gradually fall into Lin Jiangbei's hands, and after being soaked in a warm breath, they return to nature, as if they have never been to this world.

If Mr. wants to help the world, I am afraid that the future will be this snowflake, no one will remember, and finally be forgotten by the world, becoming an ancient myth, accompanied by eternal memory, disappearing, hidden.

"Senior brother's path is too wide, I really can't walk, and the long road of happiness may not be as unbearable as I expected. If there is really the day when the avenue envisioned by you and the master will be unified, and the world will be the same, that good story will be passed on to me, the prodigal son of the rivers and lakes. I will never forget the history that belongs to you and my master. Yang is determined for four years that he will remember it for the rest of his life.

Lin Jiangbei sighed, pursed his mouth, exhaled a sigh of relaxation, and said with a smile: "This world is huge, my generation is not for fame, not for Mu Li, I just want to be the first guest here, and leave a hundred blessings for the world." Four years, let's make an agreement, in the future, if anyone deviates on the road, regardless of the reason, a sword will be killed, and there will be no complaints. Of course, I hope that no matter who it is, there will not be a day. Okay? ”

Yang Sinian looked at him resolutely, nodded solemnly and replied: "Senior brother, don't worry, I am looking for my pleasure, you are looking for your heart to help the world, you and I have walked here, if that day really comes, I will never complain." ”