The time of monasticism is boring, and patience is a vote.

Ten years like a day, Yang Ming sat on a big rock on the edge of the cliff, his eyes were cloudy, and the green mountains below only gave him a light green background. When he first moved here, Yang Ming would be amazed by this every day when he went out, but for more than ten years, he never felt disgusted by it, although his heart was normal, and the scenery was the same every day, but the clouds that drifted by changed shape every day, which was probably just to look at each other.

Today, Yang Ming finished his morning class for the day, and then walked to a cliff and began to meditate. Every breath and breath seems to be in line with the artistic conception of the mountain, the sun is getting higher and higher, when the first ray of sunlight shines on Yang Ming's face, he is comfortable, and a breath surrounds him, his perception instantly envelops the entire Qinglin Mountain, and Hu Ci, who is also meditating, slowly opened his eyes and glanced towards the place where Yang Ming was

"The junior brother finally swept away the mess and entered the room."

The Qinglinzi Sect Master quietly appeared behind Yang Ming, and a blue-white pillar of qi spit out from the top of Yang Ming's head in his eyes, rushing straight out of the clouds.

Yang Ming didn't realize it, he didn't end meditating until noon, he stood up, felt light, and there was a crackling sound at the joints, he looked at the cliff, there was a feeling of peeling off the clouds and mist to see the sun, at this time the green mountains were enchanting, and the clouds and mist could no longer stop his sight, when he turned around, Qinglinzi was still waiting for him in the same place

"You have spent ten years in the house, how many years do you think you will be able to move on to the next step?"

Yang Ming replied honestly

"I don't know, the disciple would like to hear about it."

Qing Linzi saw that he was not proud and complacent, nor did he think very highly of himself. couldn't help but feel a little better, and said with a faint smile

"Patience and time are just stepping stones, but not everyone can achieve it, the next step is the Cloud and Mud Realm, which is a crucial step to transcend mortals. Now that your body has begun to change, the next step is in your mind. Take a break and get used to your current state. ”

Yang Ming responded, Qinglinzi walked with him on the mountain road, explained the current situation for him in detail, and told him not to rush for quick success and quick profit, blindly pursue advancement, but fell short, and ten years of hard work were scattered. It wasn't until Yunlu Mansion that Qinglinzi disappeared.

Yang Ming did not abandon his daily meditation because of this, but went down to Qinglin Mountain, wanting to really rely on his own foot strength to climb back to Qinglin Mountain, Qinglin Mountain is still tall, not to mention that there is a Qingcheng Mountain next to Qinglin Mountain that is even taller, but there is no building on it, and there is only a sheep intestine path, Yang Ming gave up the idea of going to Qingcheng Mountain.

On the way down the mountain, Yang Ming went to visit Su Xiu, she followed Uncle Liu Que to practice, and she was also quite hard, when Uncle Liu Que saw Yang Ming for the first time

"Good lad, finally took the first step."

When Su Xiu heard that Yang Ming had taken the first step, she couldn't help but be happy. The two hadn't seen each other for many days, so they couldn't help chatting together, Liu Que just stroked his beard and smiled

"Allow you to spend half a day free"

He walked away. Su Xiu took Yang Ming back to the house, and cooked a lot of meals, and Yang Ming asked a question at the table whether his life in the palace was better before, or his current life. Su Xiu said resolutely

"Now, in the past, although the palace was luxurious, but I did the same thing every day, I couldn't see the future, like a walking corpse, just living, but now I have a goal, I have something to work for, and life becomes meaningful."

Su Xiu also regained her memory, she only felt that escaping from the golden prison in the palace should have cost her good luck in this life. But she has no regrets at all, she is glad that she can live for herself and be free.

After lunch, after resting for a while, Yang Ming took the initiative to leave and walked to the bottom of the mountain, it was already dusk.

Yang Ming borrowed the gatekeeper's house behind the mountain gate for one night, and the gatekeeper was an old Taoist priest who was in good spirits. Like an old naughty boy, Yang Ming has not chatted for a long time on Qinglin Mountain, today I met such an interesting old Taoist, there must be a question to answer, the two seemed to be familiar at first sight, just two cups of tea, chatted until the night was hazy, the old Taoist picked the oil lamp, rubbed it with his thumb and index finger slightly, and the oil lamp was lit. The two talked all night, Yang Ming admired the old man's knowledge from the bottom of his heart, and he felt refreshed as soon as some doubts were solved. From the conversation, Yang Ming knew the name of the old Taoist priest

"Liu Mo"

At the beginning, the family thought he was too noisy and changed his name, hoping that he could be more stable, but the name was changed and became more noisy, as long as it was speculative with him, he had to chat with others for a long time.

The old Taoist priest loves to ask and answer, and he doesn't speculate for more than half a sentence, but if he looks at each other well, he hates himself for not growing two mouths. Yang Ming raised many doubts, and the old Taoist priest answered them one by one, as if there were nothing in this world that he didn't know, and many things that Yang Ming had never heard of. Yang Ming also found it interesting, so he took the initiative to stay and chat with the old Taoist.

In the early morning of the second day, Yang Ming resigned from the old Taoist priest, he seemed to be reluctant, but before Yang Ming left, he put his arm around his shoulders and asked him to bring some herbs and pastries, so that he could come down and chat with his old man if he was fine. Yang Ming hurriedly responded. Yang Ming also wanted to chat with the old man, talk about the strange things in this world, and from the old man's mouth, it was lifelike, as if it was immersive, hearty.

After Yang Ming left, Lao Dao made himself a pot of tea, took a sip, and smashed it, this little brother is a little interesting.