"Passing through this mountain forest, there is a cloud barren on the other side. ”

The sky is clear, the white clouds are long, and the breeze sits on a mossy rock, taking off your shoes and socks at will, and stretching your feet into the clear mountain stream, swaying comfortably.

Zhi Zhenzhen glanced at the late autumn mountain forest soaked in Dan Dye and Cui, and held the broken sword in his own hand, his fingertips subconsciously trembled, thinking, "The heart is outside the heart, and the intention is an accident." Righteousness.

"Come sit back and relax for a while. The sword must be able to be sent and received. "The breeze can't help but wonder, for more than a month, the young man has been studying swordsmanship and body skills while hurrying. Under his intentional or unintentional suggestion, the sword cultivation of Zhijia True Refining and Refining Qi became more and more proficient, and it was also close to the realm of "Chao Che".

"Yes, Senpai. Zhijia sat down as he said, followed the example of the breeze, and soaked his bare feet in the cold water. The water was clear, the sun was speckled, and a few translucent kittens sprang out of the cracks in the stones, swam close to Zhijiao's feet, and scareled away.

"Why do you need to be so tense?" the breeze smiled dumbly, his calves swinging, stirring up layers of ripples. The small fish swam over one after another, gently touching Qingfeng's ankles, and lingering.

Zhi Hunt Zhen's eyes were surprised, and the breeze said gently: "Take it easy." Young people like you are in their prime, and they should enjoy the beauty of heaven and earth. In my opinion, even if it is a sword cultivation, it should not only be a sword. Otherwise, once lost, you have nothing. ”

Zhi Hunt really thought about it, and suddenly said: "No sword means there is a sword, so the sword is everywhere, is this the meaning of 'the sword is outside the sword'?"

Qingfeng looked at the young man dumbfounded, and suddenly shook his head and laughed: "You, you, it's really boring! In addition to the sword, there are blue skies, white clouds, bright moons, and breezes in this world, as well as traveling in the mountains, playing in the water, listening to music, watching plays, as well as food, wine, clothes, and beauties...... What are you doing like a lonely old man who is doing penance?"

Zhi Hunt was really puzzled and said, "Senior, am I really boring?"

"Nope. Qingfeng shook his head solemnly, "You're not boring, but very boring." "Laugh at it playfully.

Zhi Hunt Zhen said embarrassedly: "Actually, the younger generation has dabbled in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. ”

"But you don't care about that, do you?" the gentle voice of the breeze is like a clear stream, "It's good to forge ahead, but sometimes you should stop and take in the scenery along the way." Isn't cultivation for the sake of living a more comfortable life?"

Zhi Kashi lowered his head, stared at the shadow of the fish reflected in the waves, was silent for a while, and said, "When I was a child, there was a winter when the snow was particularly heavy. I saw other children building snowmen with a lively bang. They gave the snowman the nose of a carrot, the eyes of a black stone, the arm of a dead branch, and a high hat made out of animal skin. That's really...... A very beautiful snowman. He swayed his legs, the waves swaying, and his shadows swaying faintly at the bottom of the stream.

"But those things aren't the snowman himself after all. The sun will come out, the snow will melt, and all that will be left on the ground will be turnips, stones, dead branches, and a wet hide. Without snowmen, they would no longer have noses, eyes, and arms. He raised his head and looked into Qingfeng's eyes, "Heaven and earth are beautiful, but they are also cruel. If you want to live a comfortable life, you have to keep cultivating. Therefore, I cannot agree with the words of my predecessors. ”

Qingfeng didn't think it was angry, but smiled: "You can see through it." However, it is too early to say for sure. When you have more experience in the future and experience the vicissitudes of the world, you may not think like you do now. If a hundred years from now, your heart remains the same, but there will be a day when the void will be broken and the avenue can be expected. ”

Zhi Zhenzhen nodded yes, but Qingfeng said: "But after a hundred years, what you think in your heart is the same as now, haven't you lived in vain in these hundred years?"

Zhi Hunt Zhen was stunned when he heard this, and he was speechless for a long time. The breeze laughed, Zhi Hunt really thought silently, and there was silence all around, only a stream of water was murmuring. I don't know how long later, a cold wind blew, and the sparkling and flickering waves dimmed, like candles extinguished little by little, and the thick twilight covered the water.

"Do you still have any meat?" Qingfeng put on his shoes and socks and washed his hands.

"Just enough for a meal. Zhi Kari took out the dried and marinated pieces of meat from the basket and handed them to Qingfeng.

Qingfeng turned around, facing southeast, holding the piece of meat in both hands and placing it on a clean banana leaf. He broke three more grass branches, stuck them in front of the pieces of meat, and then lifted the hem of his robe, bent his knees, and kowtowed respectfully.

"Today is my mother's day. He was silent for a while, then stood up and smiled at Zhi Hunting, "A cultivator should look down on life and death, but blood is thicker than water, and it can't be looked down on after all. You say, Lao Dao has been in the sect for a hundred years and is still a Taoist child, but now he has suffered a big loss, and there is no hope of gaining the Tao, and his mother is under Jiuquan, will he feel very disappointed?"

Zhi Hunt Zhen was relieved: "If the foundation of the predecessors' cultivation is not damaged, it may not be possible to go further. ”

Qingfeng looked at the boy and suddenly laughed: "No." My mother will not be disappointed, and she will be happier than anything else that I can live well. ”

He pressed the young man's shoulder hard: "Do you understand?"

Suddenly, Zhi Hunti really understood what he meant. His heart trembled suddenly, and he looked up at Lao Dao's deep eyes. At this moment, the young man's lonely heart seemed to be pierced by a sword, and a ray of light slowly penetrated in.

"Kid, after this meal, you and I will have to go our separate ways. The breeze lit a bonfire, barbecued the pieces of meat, licked the flames, and the strong aroma burst out at once.

Zhi Hunt really felt dazed, he subconsciously leaned over, closer to the fire, the firelight swaying the shadows of the two people.

"It's a good way, it's a very good way. Qingfeng stared at the young man and said slowly, "The sword heart needs to be polished before it can be truly transparent. I think you seem to be easy-going, but in fact you are withdrawn and prone to extremes. In fact, communicating with others more is not a kind of practice. ”

Suddenly, he looked up, his eyes shocked. A majestic voice pierced through the dense forest and came from afar: "Wrong, wrong! It's just nonsense, it's ridiculous!"

Swallow hits the waves!

Zhi Hunt Zhen suddenly jumped up and drew his sword.

"Yan Daoyou, I don't know what is wrong with Lao Dao's words?" Qingfeng's eyes flashed, and he turned the meat pieces as usual, and the oil juice dripped onto the flames, making a "zi" sound.

Yan Zhenglang took Huiyuan's little hand, strode over, and said casually: "Is the polished sword heart still your own heart?" In the eyes of the Sprinkler family, it is just a pebble that has been smoothed out of the edges and corners!" He walked to the fire, ignoring the sword holding the confrontation, sat down, untied the green skin gourd tied around his waist, raised his head and poured a large sip of wine, wiped the messy beard at the corner of his mouth, "What is cultivation? Infinite scenery is at the dangerous peak! "Throw the green gourd to the breeze.

"It's very easy to break, and it's too much. Qingfeng caught the green skin gourd, hesitated for a moment, took a sip, and handed the roasted piece of meat to Yan Zhenglang.

"Poor and changeable, otherwise Tailai. Yan Zhenglang was not polite, tearing the pieces of meat, biting his mouth full of oil.

"It varies from person to person. ”

"The avenue is no different. ”

The two of you say a word to me, you take a sip of wine and I take a sip of meat, and the words are-for-tat. Zhi Hunt Zhen held the broken sword in his hand and looked at the little monk.

After a while, Huiyuan clasped his hands together and smiled apologetically at Zhizhen: "Little monk Huiyuan, this donor is polite." ”

If this little monk is restrained, he may be able to coerce Yan to hit the waves. Zhi Hunt was really silent, and smiled politely: "The master is polite." ”

Huiyuan hurriedly waved his hand: "The donor is too prerenowned." The little monk's Dharma is low, and he can't be called a master. ”

"The bird does not fly with the bird. Since the master is walking with the Great Master of Yan, he is naturally also an extraordinary person, so why should he be too humble?"

Huiyuan replied seriously: "The donor's words are wrong. They are all sentient beings, and they are no different in the eyes of my Buddha. ”

"It's no different, why is there a bird, a bird, a bird?" Zhi Hunt really argued with the other party, pressed the broken sword in his hand, and quietly moved closer under his feet.

The sound of breaking wind suddenly came, and a piece of oily barbecued meat shot from behind, passing by Zhijiazhen. He didn't have time to react, his palm was inexplicably numb, and the broken sword fell to the ground with a "clang".

"Xiao Huiyuan, the last piece of meat is rewarded for you!" Zhi Zhenzhen heard Yan Zhen's romantic and casual cry, and the castration of the meat piece slowed down, and it happened to fall on Huiyuan's hand.

"Qingfeng Daoyou, I didn't expect you to be alive. Yan hit the waves and shook the empty wine gourd, and wiped his greasy fingers on the placket.

"Lao Dao didn't expect it. Qingfeng replied calmly.

"You escaped the Sprinkle family's fist, and you stole the Sprinkle family's meat, how can this account be calculated?" Yan Zhenglang raised his eyebrows, not angry and arrogant, and the firelight was also dim.

"Lao Dao's life is Yan Daoyou's, but Yan Daoyou is raised?" Qingfeng asked rhetorically, "If not, why escape and steal?"

Yan Zhenglang's eyes flashed, aggressive, Qingfeng's eyes were calm, and he did not retreat. The flames kept flickering between the two, and the two figures seemed to leap and fight.

A swift night breeze swept by, and the fire was extinguished. In the darkness, Yan Zhenglang slowly stood up, the tall figure was like a demon god pressing on the top, the weeds around him were bent together, and the sand and soil rolled outward.

Qingfeng clenched his fingers violently, and said astringently: "Yan Daoyou, that little friend has nothing to do with this matter, I don't know if I can raise my noble hand......"

Yan Zhenglang's eyelids rolled, and he seemed to be smiling: "Daoyou, are you begging for a family?"

The corners of Qingfeng's mouth twitched with difficulty, and he was about to say "yes", when Zhi Zhenzhen suddenly spoke: "The battle between the family master and Master Yan has already been lost. ”

The young man still lowered his head, staring at the broken sword that fell on the ground, and the crimson sword light was reflected in the night, like an ember that did not want to be extinguished: "The younger generation is not talented, twenty years later, I am willing to fight Master Yan again for the family teacher, and wash away the shame of the past." ”

Qingfeng's body was shocked, and Yan Zhenglang looked up to the sky and laughed: "If you want to fight with the Sprinkle family, are you also worthy?"

"Are you worthy, are you worthy, are you worthy......" The piercing laughter echoed in the mountains and forests for a long time, and somehow, Shikari Zhen's mind buzzed, and an indescribable shame rushed to his chest like a volcanic eruption.

"You're just trying to run for your life. Yan hit the waves and glanced at the young man, and the invisible momentum pressed over like a mountain and a sea, pressing the young man's legs trembling and shaking.

"You can't even hold a sword. Yan Zhenglang said indifferently.

With a bang, the most mysterious corner of the Zhijia True Spiritual World broke open again. In the fog, a mountain rises from under his feet, to the stars, to the unattainable void.

He saw once again the huge sycamore tree on the top of the isolated mountain, covered in thick shade, around his side, like countless flames of blue flames.

"If a tree is like this, how can a person be worthy. He muttered to himself and grabbed his hand, the unreal and the real blended in an instant, and the broken sword on the ground flew up automatically and landed in the palm of his hand, making a clear and endless sound.

"My sword is everywhere. He paused word by word, turned around, and the crimson sword light rose like a great daylight flame.

"Okay, look at the face of the breeze, the Sprinkle family gives you this opportunity!" Yan Zhenglang said abruptly, strode past Zhi Zhenzhen, and grabbed Huiyuan, "The meat has been eaten, and the wine has been drunk, pat your ass and go!

"Master Yan, the little monk has said many times that the little monk already has a teacher, and he can't practice your exercises. Huiyuan shouted with a bitter face.

"Can't be a fart! Didn't you listen to that kid, twenty years later, he was going to seek revenge on the Sprinkle family. When the time comes, you will fight on behalf of the family. If you lose, won't you lose all your family's face?"

The two of them walked farther and farther away, and Zhi Hunt was really stunned on the spot, and when he regained his senses, he saw Qingfeng standing opposite him, with a complicated expression: "Swords are everywhere, you have an epiphany." ”

Zhi Jia Zhen held the broken sword, and his heart was also confused.

"There is no feast in the world that will not be dispersed, and the old way should also go. Qingfeng quietly looked at Zhi Hunting for a long time, smiled, and walked slowly towards the opposite mountain forest.

"Senpai-" Zhi Hunti really shouted.

"Twenty years later, fight for me. The breeze didn't look back, and the shadows of the branches and leaves gradually covered the thin body.

Zhijia was shocked, and only the laughter of the breeze came out of the dark shadows: "No matter how long it has passed, you will still think of that snowman when you see the turnips, stones, and dead branches on the ground." ”

Zhijia really stood still, and the evening breeze blew through his clothes, cold and warm.