The mountain is uncontested, and the leisurely and peaceful pace of life makes it easy to forget the passage of time.

Night Terror Hall was outside to fight in the north and south for nearly a year, and suddenly became idle, returning to the days of sleeping and practicing at two points and one line, and after living for a few days, he slowly liked this monotonous and pure day.

Every morning at dawn, he got up and came to the bamboo forest in the back mountain of Yuxuguan, and practiced with Huayang's little nephew.

Looking at Huayang's jumping feet, he realized the pleasure of his father-in-law when he abused vegetables.

The Queen Mother lives in the mountains, and she forgets the troubles outside, and every day she wanders around with Shui'er, and when she arrives at the meal, she will cook herself, walk more than ten miles of mountain roads, and bring him food; However, in order not to make people suspicious, the reason for the fight is to come over and incense, and take a look by the way.

And at night, it is monotonous, Shui'er's combat effectiveness is too low, he doesn't dare to burn it for several days after being tossed once, and he is afraid of interfering with his martial arts practice during the day.

Other times, the night terror hall is meditating all night, pondering the martial arts perception of the day, although the exam questions of the Nine Plum Blossom Pile are difficult, but calm down and practice hard day after day, plus the understanding is extraordinary, the progress is also visible to the naked eye, and almost every day can experience growth.

Night Terror Hall is not easy to describe that state, when the qi veins, muscles, instincts, etc., are adjusted to a certain realm, they will appreciate a feeling of familiarity, the dragon qi sword of the nerve knife in the past is no longer nerve, as long as you want to be able to seize the opportunity and display it under the most reasonable conditions.

Being able to adapt measures to local conditions, finding the most suitable method in any situation, and no longer following a fixed line of luck, is already a return to the basics of Mahayana.

But he is still a little short from entering the Holy Hall, and the Night Terror Hall feels that he is still a little weaker, whether it is compared with Zuo Xian Wang or Bingtuo Tuo, the power of his qi explosion is a few points weaker.

Night Terror Hall understands that this is related to 'skill', the internal strength, the external strength, the power of his dragon elephant, the external force naturally does not need to be practiced, and the internal strength of this thing can only be improved by the accumulation of precipitation, or the heavenly Langzhu, the essence and the three diagrams of the spirit and the three diagrams of the meridians to improve it.

After all, he is too young, and he is still missing one after practicing the three pictures of the inner family, and he only relies on the ability of two Tianlang beads to climb, and he can fight until now, and his talent is unprecedented, and it is indeed a little difficult to wrestle with those old monsters on the mountain who are often fifty or sixty years old.

After all, the people who can go to the Martial Saint are all a generation of Tianjiao, who doesn't have a big opportunity?

The martial saints of the Northern and Southern Dynasties were either the national teachers of the Taoist Buddha Sect, or the overlords of the Northern Wilderness, the descendants of the Mo family.

Bing Tuo Tuo has such an outrageous talent, just because he is just a little sect leader in Tiannan and doesn't have too many resources in his hands, he has been suppressed for many years and can't go up.

He has more resources available in his hands than Bingtuotuo, and it is not an exaggeration to say that Great Wei is raising him with the power of a country, but the time is too short, and if he wants to crush these old monsters, he still has to continue to practice.

After realizing this, Night Terror Hall no longer had the luxury of passing through the plum blossom pile quickly, and began to make time to meditate and practice, so that the internal strength could also keep up, so as not to seriously deviate from the subject in the end, and there would be a situation where the martial arts attainments were enough, but the background could not hold on, and the master was low in the fight.

Half of the day is spent practicing, half of the time is spent studying plum blossom piles, and the speed of passing the level will definitely be much slower.

Night Terror Hall was originally estimated to take ten and a half days in the past, but halfway through, I found that it was actually not that difficult, and I didn't get distracted and used my brain more, and six or seven days could basically pass, but in the end, it took half a month of practice to get results.

In a flash, it was the end of the lunar month, and the sky was overcast, and it seemed that it was going to snow on the mountain.

In the forest of mountain bamboo behind the jade void, Huayang held a bowl of rice, squatting next to the big bird's nest that had been half a person high, and looked at the waterhole intently.

The fluffy birds, on the other hand, peeked through the round hole in the bird's nest and looked at the bamboo leaves hanging from the bamboo frames, looking ready to laugh at them.

At the edge of the waterhole, Night Terror Hall was dressed in a black suit, looking at the one hundred and eight bamboo leaves hanging in front of him, his eyes were as calm as stagnant water, and after brewing for a while, he lifted his breath slightly, and his toes were light, and his body rose without wind.

Although the action of jumping on the stake looks very large, between the start and stop, the figure is like a flowing cloud, and it seems that even the fluttering of the hair of the robe follows the rhythm of the movement.

Huayang held the rice bowl, his eyes lit up slightly when he saw this, and he carefully watched the night terror hall jump back and forth on the plum blossom pile.

Although it is said to be a jump, the muscles and even the breath of the whole body are under control, and the control is just right, and in the eyes of others, it is like gliding at a uniform speed.

Night Terror continuously jumped over the plum blossom pile, whether it was in the air or at the foot of the stake, the speed did not fluctuate, and it did not bring out any sound, saying that it was good to say that it was flowing water, and if it was not good, it was like a ghost, floating through the dense bamboo leaves.

Huayang still doesn't know how much effort has been used behind it, but just looking at the outside, he can feel the floating artistic conception of lifting weights, and he knows that this time will definitely pass.

After all, the current state of the Night Terror Hall looks the same as when the master poured the water from the teapot into the cup when he first met the master—the water column was as if it was still and did not make any sound, and he still felt that it was ordinary and not difficult at that time.

But when he tried to learn to pour water, he found that there were many things hidden in this ordinary, not to mention ordinary people, even the most respected uncle and uncle on the mountain, who might have practiced hard all his life, and he couldn't touch this kind of ingenious realm.

The so-called 'back to basics' is like this, although ordinary people don't have any edge, it seems to be just a little 'just right' than ordinary martial artists, but the difference between this point is a whole river and lake behind it!

Call~

Night Terror Hall floated to the ground, stood at the other end of the waterhole, looked back at the still bamboo leaves and the water surface, showed a little pride in his eyes, turned his head to look at the Huayang nephew who couldn't take his eyes off it, and said:

"Look, I'll just say it's easy to jump over."

"Poof—"

Huayang was still amazed, and when he heard a mouthful of rice, he squirted out directly, and looked at the night terror hall in disbelief:

"Night hero, you didn't dance day and night for half a month to pass, it's simple?"

Night Terror Hall also felt that half a month was a bit long, but it should be very fast for ordinary people, he returned to the other side of the waterhole and said with a smile:

"It's not slow for half a month, and when you jump over it later, you'll understand what I mean by simple. This practice is not jumping plum blossom piles, but a realm. ”

Huayang knew that he was practicing something that ordinary people would never touch, but he didn't understand what it was, so he asked curiously:

"What realm?"

Night Terror pulled out the dragon knife and hung it on his waist, and after a little consideration, he didn't speak, but held the handle of the knife with his left hand.

Chokew-

There was a flash of cold light in the gloomy bamboo forest.

Huayang didn't feel any energy, and the very beautiful ring-headed knife returned to the scabbard, feeling that it was just pulled out at random and lit up.

？

He was about to ask in doubt, but suddenly heard the sound of "click~" branches and leaves breaking.

When I looked at it in a blink of an eye, I found that a green bamboo was three feet away from the night terror, and an oblique incision appeared at the shoulder-level position, and the bamboo fell to the side, bending countless bamboo crowns, and fell between the barren forests.

Boom~

？！

Huayang has a long mouth, and his eyes are full of amazement:

"......"

Night Terror slowly put the knife back into its sheath and explained:

"Practice is the realm of 'practice makes perfect', it is not difficult to gather the energy at a point, it is difficult to learn and use it in life, and when you know when to use what countermeasures, and can move perfectly with your heart, you naturally don't need to pay attention to the rules and tricks; If you don't have a fixed move, your opponent won't be able to break it, and you can always find a way to deal with everything in the world, so you'll be invincible under the mountain......"

Huayang is still laying the foundation, where can he understand this, and thought about it:

"What if two people come together?"

"Normally, it is one force to ten meetings, which is deeper than anyone's skill. However, this situation is rare, even if it is all common to all schools, there is always a higher understanding, deeper experience, and faster response, there are no two people in the world who are exactly the same, so there is no second martial arts. ”

Night Terror Hall practiced hard for half a month, and did have a lot of insights, so he sat down next to the bird's nest and talked to Huayang about the martial arts concept that he could not use for the time being, but would inevitably be used for life in the future.

And Huayang probably thinks that the Night Terror Hall is more handsome than the master, has high martial arts, and is also big, and regards the Night Terror Hall as a role model, and listens very seriously.

After a moment of talking like this, there was a sudden movement outside the bamboo forest.

The bird was already hungry, and as a bird of prey and could not follow the monks to eat fast, it ran out of the nest when it heard the sound:

"Twitter......"

Outside the bamboo forest, the Queen Mother came with Hongyu Shanshan, Hongyu was still carrying a lunch box in her hand, as for Shui'er, because she had no face to see Yuxushan's father, she didn't dare to run here these days.

Seeing this, Night Terror stood up and came to the outside of the bamboo forest:

"I'll be ready to go back later, why don't I bring food over in the afternoon, it's hard to walk."

"It's not far, it's fine anyway."

The Queen Mother took out a letter from her sleeve and handed it to Night Terror:

"A letter came from the capital just now, take a look."

Because it was a confidential document of the Yamen, the Queen Mother didn't look at it next to her, and after handing it to the Night Terror Hall, she turned around and teased the birds.

Night Terror Hall was slightly puzzled, and looked at the yellow envelope, which could be seen to have fire paint and the seal of the black ya, and opened the envelope, which contained stationery and a smaller letter, which read 'Night Terror Hall personally opened'.

Night Terror Hall saw the clumsy handwriting, the corners of his mouth naturally hooked, as if he had received a letter from his daughter-in-law, he first looked left and right, and then leaned on a bamboo to check the contents of the letter.

On the documents of Heiya, what is written is all serious things, mainly the speculation of Gonggong Cao, as well as the news reported by the spies outside the Guan, except for the routine military exercises of the Xihai Protectorate and the absence of King Zuoxian, there is no exact news.

Night Terror Hall currently uses Tianlang Beads, and the improvement is not big, but obviously there are, and the son and daughter's apprentice will definitely use it in the future, so I must care about the snow lake flower, which has a batch of artifacts.

After reading the paperwork, Night Terror Hall frowned and thought about it, remembered the matter in his heart, and opened the big stupid envelope, and wondered in his heart whether the beginning would be very warm words such as 'Shocking, seeing words like faces'.

As a result, the letter paper was unfolded, and the fluent pen came into view, and the first sentence was:

Color, you said you came to pick up this king, what about people?

"Uh......"

Night Terror thought about it, and felt that this was called seeing words like faces, and even the appearance of stupidly staring at him with his head held high jumped on the paper.

When he left the capital, he did say that he was going to pick up Ben Ben, but the premise was that Yu Hu went back, and if Yu Hu didn't leave, he couldn't force him to go back.

Night Terror Hall was a little ashamed in his eyes and continued to look down:

This king knows that this will be the case, and he will clean you up when he comes back, and he will close the New Year immediately, and he will not have to rush back when he receives the letter, and he will accompany the Queen Mother to spend the New Year in her mother's house first......

This king knows that you are worried, these days in the capital, this king has no one to care about very leisurely, and he almost forgot about you, if it wasn't for Gonggong Cao asking to see him, he wouldn't be able to think of you......

This king went to Tianshui Bridge once a few days ago, your old subordinate six sons got married, married the daughter of the grain shopkeeper, afraid of trouble and embarrassed to inform you, this king helped you with a courtesy......

Beiliang that Hua Qingzhi left, before leaving, he also gave this king a painting, and painted you into it, it seems that there is an idea, but unfortunately this is goodbye, this king gave her a dagger Qinghe, let her leave a memory......

How is my sister doing? Is it a poetry club all day long, is there a fool of you? Shizun is drunk and dreams all day long, and he can't control his sister, you are a guard by your side, and you must be attentive......

Did Xue Guifei eat a few pounds of weight again? I still have to do things at the beginning of the year, and it's not good if it's fat and can't fly......

And Miss Fan, you should enter the door now, right? This king sees her sticking to you all day long, and you know that you can't restrain your color embryo......

……

is full of small words, all of which are short in the parents, although there are no sweet words to express the heart, but there is lovesickness everywhere between the lines.

Night Terror looked at the paper, and his lips moved slightly several times to reply, but they were thousands of miles away from each other, and finally stopped, and after reading the letter, he folded it seriously and put it in his arms, turned his eyes to look in the direction of Yunzhou, and sighed softly.

The Queen Mother had been waiting in the back, and when she saw that the Night Terror Hall had read the letter but had not returned, she walked behind and asked:

"What does the letter say? Is there something urgent for you to go back? ”

Night Terror Hall really wants to go back to Beijing now, but the whole family is in Jiangzhou, and now he can only go on the road for the New Year, and it is even more wrong for him to go alone, so he still turned around and said with a smile:

"It's nothing, it's just that I talked about some official business, and I may go back to be busy for a while at the beginning of the year. There are only a few days left for the New Year, let's get ready to rush back, don't miss the New Year's Pass. ”

The Queen Mother saw that she didn't leave before the night terror, so she secretly breathed a sigh of relief and smiled:

"Okay, there's nothing to do in the mountains, Shui'er is still disobedient, and he won't serve you every day, so it's better to go back early...... How's your martial arts practice? ”

"It's almost, the rest is the hard work of dripping water through stones, and I can't rush it."

After the night terror hall said a few words, he came to the waterhole and looked at Huayang, who was immersed in cooking:

"There is a banquet in the world, disturbing for half a month, it is time to go back, and I also ask the Huayang Xiaodao chief to help say thank you to the respected teacher, if there is a chance in the future, I will definitely come to visit from time to time."

Huayang knew that there would be a time to gather and disperse, and there was no surprise, so he waved his hand and said:

"Night hero, walk slowly, Aunt Xuanji has to inform me when she gets married, and I will go to the banquet with Master when the time comes."

"Hehe......"

Night Terror Hall estimated that day should not be too far away, and arched his hand:

"Okay, we'll see you soon."

Huayang does seem to have a good master, not only teaching martial arts, but also teaching liberal arts, seeing this, he put down the bowl and made a decent salute:

"After nine years of life, I met you for the first time, and I still saw the people in my dreams in the Heavenly Palace, and now I ...... Well...... Hmmm......"

？？

Seeing Qiu Daxia's similar posture, the pressure came up on the spot, and when he saw that Huayang's little nephew couldn't hold it back, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and answered:

"Now I'm outside the green mountains again, and I'll talk about the old feelings again in the future. Goodbye. ”

Huayang didn't hold back anymore, nodded and smiled:

"Hehe, goodbye."

Seeing this, the bird also waved his wings to say goodbye.

Huayang likes big birds, waved his hand and said worriedly:

"Night Hero, how many years does this bird live? Don't I'm growing up, it's dead......"

"Tss

Bird Bird felt that this little kid couldn't speak at all, and turned around and "chirped" a few times, which should be saying that as long as it is raised, it can be sent away.

Night Terror Hall could understand the meaning, and felt that Bird Bird had to lose weight, and said with a smile:

"An eagle can live for sixty or seventy years, it is not a serious eagle, and it is estimated to live longer, don't worry,"

"That's good......"

……

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In the afternoon, a light snow fell on the top of the cloud-shrouded peaks.

In the small Taoist temple of Qingping Peak, Night Terror Hall and Hongyu packed the bedding and sheets waiting for the objects, and put the daily utensils into the cupboard.

The Queen Mother didn't know what year and month the next time she would come again, with birds and birds, on a green bamboo in front of the door, with a dagger and phoenix gall, carved the handwriting on the bamboo, which was regarded as a souvenir of a visit to this place, so as to recall it in the future.

On the day that Xuanji Zhenren was discovered by the senior brother, she felt that she couldn't stay in this place, she didn't dare to show her head, and she didn't dare to visit her senior brother and sister, and now she finally survived the return trip, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After the Night Terror Hall packed up his things, he moved the carriage again, helped the hand warmer up, and turned back and said:

"Fairy Lu, let's go."

Xuanji Zhenren has always been at peace with what he encounters, and he has no reluctance to give up, so he turned around when he heard the words, jumped into the carriage, entered the carriage and leaned against the Queen Mother, and thought about it:

"It's only a few days before the New Year, you have to walk faster on the road, I remember that your birthday is in the Chinese New Year's Eve, right?"

When the Queen Mother heard this, her eyes moved slightly:

"Yes, when I was in Red River Town, I heard someone say it. Isn't that night terror going to be over soon? ”

Sitting outside the carriage, Night Terror drove to the mountain trail, and said:

"I don't know when I was born in what month, my righteous father picked me up in winter, so he regarded Chinese New Year's Eve as my birthday, and I will be one year older in a year, and the birds are the same, in fact, I don't need to pay attention to these."

Because of the cold weather, Hongyu was tossing the small brass stove, and when she heard the words, she interjected:

"Ye Gongzi is now the prince of Great Wei, and his birthday is a big deal, how can he not pay attention to it, this time I have to talk to Qin Guogong, and I will ...... when the time comes."

"No, it's good to have a family New Year, how happy it is, it's not interesting to make a big fanfare."

Xuanji Zhenren didn't want to make a big deal of it, after all, if he came, the Night Terror Hall would all deal with the guests, so how could he have time to spend the New Year at home.

However, such a big thing as longevity, even if you don't do it big, you have to do it a lot.

Xuanji Zhenren thought for a while and said: "If you celebrate your birthday at home, you have to give a gift pack and a red envelope according to the rules." Huai Yan, what are you going to send then? ”

The Queen Mother just remembered this, but she didn't have time to prepare, where did she know, she asked:

"Hmm...... What are you going to give? ”

Xuanji Zhenren blinked, slightly straightened his chest, and his eyes were meaningful.

？

When the Queen Mother saw that Shui'er was about to give it away, her face suddenly turned red, and she quickly shook her head:

"Huh~ You're really ......"

Xuanji Zhenren got closer: "Do you want to be together?" ”

Together?

What kind of thing can be together?

The Queen Mother didn't come really, how could she spend so much for the first time, and said:

"Don't talk nonsense, Hongu...... Well...... I'll talk about it when I get back to the capital......"

may have felt that this topic was too sensitive, and the Queen Mother didn't dare to talk about it in detail, so she turned the topic away and said outside:

"Night terrors, it's cold outside, why don't you come in and sit and let the birds drive."

"Huh??"

Hongyu's head is not stupid, and she saw that Xuanji Zhenren and the Queen Mother were wrong, but at this time, she had long eyes, and got up and said:

"I'll drive, you can rest for a while, and we'll change shifts later."

The car was not tired, and the Night Terror Hall did not refuse, handed the reins to the red jade, and took out the small brass stove and put it in the arms of the red jade little padded jacket.

When the Queen Mother saw Hongyu consciously running out, her expression became obviously nervous, and she looked at the seat next to the window.

The night terror hall didn't mean to mess around in front of the maid, and wanted to sit down by the car window, but Shui Er was very intimate, moved to the side, left a place in the middle, pulled him over, and sat between the two.

？！

The Queen Mother was afraid that Hongyu would find out, so she was a little annoyed between her eyebrows, and hurriedly moved to the side.

Xuanji Zhenren was as always, seeing Huaiyan twisting and pinching, she got up, leaned on the arms of the Night Terror, raised her eyebrows, and put the Night Terror Hall's hand in the Queen Mother's arms to warm it.

？！

Where has the Queen Mother experienced this kind of battle, her face turned red and she wanted to hide, but she was afraid that the movement would be too big for the outside to notice, so after twisting twice, she simply put the other hand of the Night Terror Hall in Shui'er's arms, and returned a tooth for a tooth.

Night Terror Hall didn't do anything, just one in one hand, naturally it was not easy to pretend to refuse, just made a serious look, and began to talk about some nonsensical gossip:

"It's snowy."

"yes, it's white and big, right?"

"Shui'er, you...... The snow over there is so small. ”

“？！”

"Poof~haha...... Hiss——! So what......"

……

Crunch squeak –

The carriage slowly drove down Qingping Peak and drove towards the vast land of the Jiangzhou Plain.

Hongyu sat outside with a small stove in her arms, listening quietly, frowning and wondering what the three of them were doing.

The bird squatted next to him, staring blankly at the snowfall on both sides of the carriage......

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