The scorching sun is like fire, baking the world.

Summer comes very quickly, walks very slowly, the boundaries of early summer are hazy and blurred under the scorching sun, and no one can accurately grasp the rhythm of summer and the pace of summer except summer insects.

On the top of the lonely mountain, Yun Ziyuan has been suffering under the scorching sun for several hours. Listening to the cicadas in his ears one after another, rubbing his sore, swollen and painful hands, Yun Ziyuan's heart was depressed and depressed, and he couldn't be clean.

At first, Yun Ziyuan still hoped that the howling wind on the top of the mountain could bring a trace of coolness, but he never thought that the originally cold and cold wind was enthusiastic and steaming like fire on this summer day.

As a result, it became more and more difficult for Yun Ziyuan's hands to maintain a stable balance, and the wooden sword shook more and more, making Jian Xuan's brows wrinkle tighter and tighter, tighter and tighter.

"This round of the sun in the sky is indeed a little poisonous, but the sun will only scorch your body, not your heart, and your heart should not and cannot be affected. As I said earlier, one of the key points of sword training is to practice qi and concentrate the mind, and the mind is like stopping water. ”

After that, Jian Xuan sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and recuperated, and the cold light gradually shot around his body between his breaths, as if it had turned into a thousand years of cold ice in this scorching summer.

Yun Ziyuan knew that this was not true, the cold ice was just what Yun Ziyuan saw in his eyes, it was his hallucination. Jian Xuan didn't use the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, he didn't use any mystical means, he just meditated and kept his mind clear.

Drawing the gourd in the same way, Yun Ziyuan learned the appearance of Jian Xuan, sat cross-legged on his knees, put the wooden sword on his knees, closed his eyes to recuperate, and spit out the heaven and earth.

At the beginning of the meditation, Yun Ziyuan's mind was full of thoughts and thoughts, and the scenes in Yunmo Villa appeared uncontrollably in front of his eyes. Raising his hand and waving in the void, the picture in his heart drifted away like fog, but the mist turned into a human shape, and at this moment Yun Ziyuan seemed to see everyone in Yunmo Villa.

It was obviously just an illusion in his heart, but Yun Ziyuan seemed to be in the middle of the crowd, surrounded by everyone in Yunmo Villa. They looked at Yun Ziyuan silently, their eyes were empty, but there was a smile of relief on their faces, as if they were glad that the bloodline of Yunmo Mountain Villa was not broken, and that Yun Ziyuan had escaped.

Yun Ziyuan's waist bent a little bit, and he bent his back and bowed, as if he was bowing to everyone in mourning, but Yun Ziyuan knew that this was the hatred and hatred he carried, and the life and death of everyone in Yunmo Villa were all pressed on his back, pressing him down, whether it was himself in his mind or in reality.

"Practice qi and concentrate the mind, and the heart is like stopping water. Have you forgotten again? How many more times do you want me to say it?"

With a bang, like thunder and a sword, Yun Ziyuan suddenly woke up and sat up straight.

Yun Ziyuan held back his mind and fell into his heart again. Sure enough, the scenes of Yunmo Villa resurfaced, atomized into a human again, and surrounded Yun Ziyuan layer by layer, which was the same as before.

But this time, Yun Ziyuan was cautious and unmoved, just cold.

Silently, Yun Ziyuan's back was as straight as a sword, he couldn't allow himself to be bent by hatred, and he couldn't accept being crushed by the deceased people of Yunmo Villa;

He turned himself into a stubborn stone between heaven and earth, like a barrier across heaven and earth, hard and cold, unyielding.

Seemingly very satisfied with Yun Ziyuan's attitude and will, everyone in Yunmo Villa nodded at Yun Ziyuan, and then dispersed like smoke. Yun Ziyuan saw the lazy brother, the little janitor who loves to be lazy and love to play in the mountains and rivers, he saw the big mouth brother, the chef in the village who loves to eat secretly and open a small stove, and he saw Sister Xiaomei, the maid in the village who loves to snicker and tease herself...... Yun Ziyuan saw everyone, and saw that they were all scattered into smoke.

In the end, there was only one picture and two people left in Yun Ziyuan's heart.

Yun Xingqiu gently took Zhu Yiran into his arms and said something in his ear, a scene of affection and deep love, this is the most beautiful picture of his parents in Yun Ziyuan's impression, which he accidentally saw on his fifth birthday and remembered it in his heart.

But the past should always pass, Yun Xingqiu turned his head to look at Yun Ziyuan, nodded with a smile, and his eyes were full of smiles. Then Yun Xingqiu hugged Zhu Yiran and turned around and walked into the clouds, walking unhurriedly and leisurely. As the two figures walked into the clouds and dissipated silently, the surrounding diffuse clouds and mist suddenly rolled over and rolled, and the clouds rushed out like galloping horses.

At this moment, Yun Ziyuan's heart was full of clouds and air, scattered into a brocade, and it had become a sea of clouds, boundless, and the waves were mighty.

The heart of the clouds is like the sea, and the abyss is vast.

There is only a stubborn stone, floating and sinking in the sea of clouds.

Jian Xuan opened his eyes, a little surprised, surprised that Yun Ziyuan was talented and had excellent understanding, and was able to grasp his own heart in such a short period of time;

At this moment, in Jian Xuan's eyes, Yun Ziyuan sat cross-legged, and gradually clouds and mist grew between breaths and breaths, and his body seemed to turn into a wisp of clouds in the sky, erratic and unpredictable.

Jian Xuan wanted to see clearly and see through, he was really curious, so the purple light flashed in his eyes, and the invisible heart sword flew out in an instant, penetrating the clouds and mist on Yun Ziyuan's body in the blink of an eye, and submerged into Yun Ziyuan's heart, so he saw Yun Ziyuan's heart.

However, what Jian Xuan saw was only the clouds and tides, the abyss and the confluence, an endless sea of clouds, and he couldn't see any other existence at all.

"Cumulus clouds form an abyss, deep as the sea, and it is difficult to guess. I couldn't even read his heart. ”

Jian Xuan's eyebrows furrowed slightly, he couldn't see through it, he couldn't figure it out, and he even had a trace of fear, a trace of fear that he shouldn't have.

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For a while after that, Yun Ziyuan was still practicing how to hold a sword. It's just that the wind on the top of the mountain can no longer stir his arms, and the scorching summer day can no longer stir his mind.

So, Jian Xuan found another place for Yun Ziyuan to practice swords, a cool and ethereal treasure land.

Hundred-year-old trees and withered vines cover the secret paths of the mountains and forests, and there are more shrubs and bushes, the grass is high and no one, and sometimes snakes and snakes are lurking, such as shuttles passing through, showing the wild interest. Yun Ziyuan swept the way with a wooden sword, and as Jian Xuan who flew through the void ran through the mountains and forests, he gradually moved away, and he was already far away from the village.

Suddenly, the sky suddenly brightened. Flying up a mountain cliff head-on, Yun Ziyuan glanced at it, only to see that the cliff wall stood thousands of miles, and the clouds went straight up, and it was difficult to know that its height was thousands of fathoms. But the most eye-catching thing is not the height of the cliffs, but the waterfalls and springs. In the middle of the mountain cliff, there is a series of deep caves side by side, and a hundred and ten waterfalls hang down from them, and the sound of the water roars, shaking the forest.

And under the waterfall, there is a deep pool, the area is not large, but it is as deep as an unfathomable abyss. In the center of the pond, there is a big stone like a small island, more than enough to stand a few people, the exquisite strange stones are all over it, and it is more resolute under the washing of the waterfall.

In the following months, Yun Ziyuan listened to Jian Xuan's orders, and on that stone island, under the washing of the waterfall, he practiced holding the sword, and practiced the swinging, stabbing, intercepting, and sharpening of the sword by Professor Jian Xuan.

From summer to autumn, time is like condensation, and Yun Ziyuan's figure seems to be frozen in time, frozen under the waterfall, in the deep pool. The waterfall washed out, and it was difficult to shake Yun Ziyuan's hands holding the sword with the power of ten thousand acres; the pool was heavy, and the majestic water pressure could not restrain the wooden sword wielded by Yun Ziyuan.

Life is short and there are many problems, if you want to solve all kinds of problems in life, only hard work, only madness; hard work may not help you solve problems, but it can always help you find a way to solve problems, even a shortcut.

When living in the village, whether it was eating or bathing, Yun Ziyuan was holding a wooden sword in his hand, and the sword seemed to be connected to his body. Even if you take a walk in the village to eat with a small snowflake after dinner, your empty hand will make movements such as waving, stabbing, intercepting, or chipping.

The village is quiet and leisurely, and when Yun Ziyuan usually rests and relaxes, he often learns crafts from Granny Li, Yu Laonong, Bao carpenter, Bi blacksmith and others, and hones his hands. The carpenter made a complete set of round and bladeless wooden utensils for Yun Ziyuan, which was specially used by him.

Granny Li's embroidery needle and thread fluttered like a butterfly in Yun Ziyuan's hands; Yu Laonong's firewood knife waved like thunder in his hand, chopping waves; Bao carpenter's carpentry knife flew up and down in his hand, dancing; Chef Lu's kitchen knife shuttled like flying in his hand, cutting shredded willows; even the big hammer of the blacksmith Bi was also danced by Yun Ziyuan, which frightened the blacksmith for a moment......

After a long period of training, Yun Ziyuan's hands are very stable and flexible, and the originally heavy wooden sword is now almost as light as nothing in his hands, whether it is horizontal or vertical, no matter how he holds it, he can maintain stability without trembling at all; whether it is swinging, stabbing, intercepting, or cutting, he can be swift and powerful, not slow down for a moment.

In the end, Yun Ziyuan found a carpenter, and he wanted to rebuild a wooden sword, a heavier wooden sword, to bring him more challenges and growth.