The two starlights of this dark night seem to laugh at this young man who doesn't understand.

The vicissitudes of life in the well seemed to summon something, and the whole elm tree lost a few leaves, and it seemed to be showing two stars in response to the sky in the well, one large and one small, as if peeping.

When Mr. Churchey rose in the wind, his legs cross-legged burst into a faint transparent fluctuation, and the eyes that were unsatisfied with the sky revealed the arbitrariness of the sky changing and man. At the moment when he pinched the trick just now, he couldn't see this invisible movement through Li Shuishan's eyes.

Perhaps in order to cultivate against the sky, Mr. Churchill moved Li Shuishan with his unchanged attitude of responding to all changes. And he didn't know how he was going to grow up fast, what was waiting for him.

Mr. Churchey closed his eyes and said, "Actually, you are just an ordinary mortal, but you have chosen a different path. ”

This night, there are also young people standing on the roof and thinking quietly against the two stars, their white robes fluttering slightly, holding a green sword in their hands, their long hair fluttering slightly, their eyes are like ghosts wandering in the night, braving the fierce light, and the scabbard they grasp is not out of the body to see this wind and sword light. He held a wine bag with the mark of Aoba in his left hand, took a sip, closed his eyes and meditated, and then poured out a verse.

Li Shuishan felt the cold at night, so he was guided by the white-faced scholar just now, and walked into a courtyard full of rattan paintings, the wall was hung with red lanterns, and a twisted winter melon on it was illuminated by the red light and showed yellow and red. Inside, a woman sat cross-legged, he was also sitting on the stone platform, his finger pointed at a yellowstone flowing water opposite, and slowly placed it on his raised finger, as if he felt some kind of water spell.

On this red inner door, there is a dragon head, and two black dragon claws emerge, Li Shuishan's two eyes carefully observed, only to find that it is the strokes embellished on it, so vivid as if active on the door.

The tiles on this wall all have a hint of bookish fragrance, can it be seen in this difficult place, a place that makes people feel light, no wonder the white-faced scholars and those ethereal disciples are all quiet and quiet, only when something happens beyond their reach will they be a little hurried. When the steward appears, he will calm down and treat it calmly.

There are east and west wings in the inner courtyard with it, I don't know how to compare with the scholarly door of the capital, whether it is as he sees in the book, the home of reading, the door is high, the women's piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are proficient, and the men can write and martial arts, and dare to speak and write poems. Naturally, books are the mainstay, and when they meet, they talk about their state of mind, and the taste of reading becomes deeper and deeper. When they open a good book, it is as if they have seen the silent natural scenery, suck in the natural air, and taste the fragrance of the book.

Realize the realm of 'fishing alone in the cold river and snow', keep the purity and tranquility of your heart, have no distractions, not be contaminated by the world, be able to endure the loneliness in your heart, and be calm in the face of the clouds. And this scene in front of him touched extraordinarily, Li Shuishan stepped lightly in, chose a single room that was not too big or small, and said goodbye to the white-faced scholar who sent him over.

The decoration in the guest room is clean and simple, a single-sided yellow and white wooden wall, two blue glazed porcelain vases are placed next to the solid wood table, and there is a book frame made of bamboo next to it, on which there are more than a dozen old yellow books. Li Shuishan casually picked up a copy of "Meditation Method", which was densely packed with fonts, all of which looked extremely boring and complex words.

Without completely calming down, no one who grinds carefully can read the artistic conception.

Li Shuishan put down the book, took down the fairy sword on his back, Xiao Huo didn't poke his head out today, and slept for a whole day, so sleepy skills made Li Shuishan touch it. It floated out, rubbed its eyes, and said slowly, "Where am I?"

Li Shuishan replied: "In the Ethereal School." ”

Xiao Huo rubbed his head and said, "Where is the Ethereal School?"

Li Shuishan shook his head and ignored it anymore, and after he was full of wine and food, his face was still a little red. These days, he didn't have the urge to urinate, and he didn't want to go to the thatched pit, so he couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with him. He muttered: "I have eaten twice in the past few days, once in the ghost mansion and Qianshan seniors, but I was only a little bit more and drank more wine; ”

He followed the light of the red lantern, picked up the book "Meditation Method" and a copy of "Morality", sat on the wooden chair, and looked at it comfortably.

The lanterns in the courtyard swayed, and a strong wind blew outside, and I saw the man in white dancing on the roof just now, with elegant swordsmanship, with the smell of books, and he took a sip of wine and danced. With the transformation of the power of the wrist, the sword shadow gradually entered the realm of unity. The light of his sword flew into the sky and fell on a leaf, his sword as slender and soft as a wicker by a stream, and his sword as strong as a seedling reaching into the ground, struggling to break through the stones above his head.

The woman below reached out and took up the running water next to the Yellowstone, pulled out a drop of water, and the jingle bell fell into it, the sword body was stable, and the water shook on it, but did not slip. She took it as her heart, spun the sword intent, and flicked it to the man over there, the man drank with one hand, stretched out the green sword with the other, and caught it.

He casually recited a poem: "Two points of starlight are like human eyes, and a sword passes water to convey new love." ”

The woman clenched the hilt of her sword, and the ribbon pulled up on her body wrapped around the perimeter, but it was no more than the palm of her hand. As if lifting his fingers, clasping the side of the green sword, this swordsmanship is different from the man, more weak, with a trace of weakness and extreme transformation, when he saw that the man was careless, he accidentally picked his sword. But the man's eyes sank, he held down the sword, and flicked up the water droplets, the woman's green sword was extremely soft, and then the sword shadow softened a shadow similar to water droplets in the sky.

The man was hit, and was flicked by her subsequent sword, pulling out half of his waist, and the water droplets fell.

The woman chanted a poem: "The water falls and the flowers empty people's hearts, and the drinking men are rotten." ”

The man saw the woman get off the roof, and the wine in his heart was even stronger, looking at her helplessness and vicissitudes. The woman was expressionless to him, like a toad wanting to eat swan meat, which was not a taste, so she took another sip after saying it and slept directly on the roof.

Li Shuishan looked at the scroll in his hand with great interest, looked at the sword of a man and a woman, and also had some ideas in his heart, as if he was courting, and then had no choice but not to refuse, maybe the woman couldn't see the appearance of the man, but Li Shuishan's eyes were sharp, and he could see the appearance vaguely, dressed in white, his face was white, his facial features were three-dimensional, and his mouth was tiny, but he was a little white before his hair, but he was holding a sword in his hand, and he was dancing very heroically and coolly, with a different taste.

"Actually, the two of them chanted poetry wonderfully!" he was very puzzled, one of the men praised and the other of the women refused.

Li Shuishan no longer thought about reading with peace of mind, the man picked up his sword, jumped down, and strolled

Walked towards the inner door on Li Shuishan's side.

The open paper window of the guest room is full of the strong fragrance of paper paste, and there is a small hole in it.

The man drank wine and saw Li Shuishan's careful reading, and walked over unintentionally, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I have friends here, I naturally want to make friends." ”

Li Shuishan's boring sentences were not seen once again, and there were no on either side, until three times, and on all sides, there were some eyebrows. This first chapter talks about the importance of meditation for the state of mind.

The man said slowly in front of the window: "The vast cultivation is occupied by heaven and earth, a Taoist who knows right and wrong under the tree, understands the laws of nature, and explores them, and another Taoist who exercises a sword with his hands to strengthen his body, and later becomes a person who guards the town. But soon, the Taoist who knew right from wrong broke through the realm of the inner Tao and became a lecturer who sat on the receiving side. met the Taoist who discussed the sword, and the two conveyed the benefits to each other, and both of them became people who cultivated their minds and bodies, and became monks. But soon after, he died of demons in his heart, from their bottlenecks. When he was dying, he found a way, but he couldn't return to heaven, and the book he left behind was this "Meditation Method". ”

"The first chapter you read is that he wrote this book that was not easy to come by, but after so many years, the ashes have turned into dust, and people have been silent, and there is nothing to recall. ”

Li Shuishan raised his head, listened carefully to what he said, and asked with a smile: "Dare to ask what is the name of your friend?"

He touched the wine bag and said, "Others call me a Rotten Ke person, and I have a name and a surname Chi Yong." ”

Li Shuishan said: "Brother Chi Yong, I saw you upstairs just now talking to people in poetry, why did you come to me now?"

He walked into Li Shuishan's guest room, was not polite at all, lay directly on his bed, and said, "I slept in your bed, I was a little tired just now." ”

Of course, Li Shuishan didn't mind, and listened to him continue: "I do things frankly, but because I lack a little so-called femininity. My sword dancing and singing poems are not ordinary, how can it make him refuse. Still, I am not in the woman's heart, so that he only misses the white-faced scholar. ”

"I saw that you were boring alone, so I chatted with me and understood that I was bored. I've read all of this book, and if there's anything I don't understand, I can tell you about it. ”

Li Shuishan heard the meaning of love again, and said with a wry smile: "I don't understand the so-called love and love, so let's bury it in my heart and don't say it." ”

Chi Yong smiled wickedly and asked, "Brother Tai, what is your name?"

Li Shuishan replied unintentionally: "Li Shuishan." ”

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Rotten Keren: From the allusion to Liang Renfang's "Narrative of Differences" in the Southern Dynasty, it is said that Wang Zhen went to the mountains to collect firewood, watched the immortals play games, and stayed in the mountains for a while, and the world has undergone great changes. Later, "Rotten Ke" refers to the changes in the world, and the Rotten Ke people can refer to woodcutters, or refer to people who have just returned to their hometowns after a long time away from home, and also refer to people who have experienced the changes of the world.

Chi Yong was young and had a dead air of vicissitudes, which was led out by his melancholy drinking. The woman he loves in his heart doesn't love him, he can't return to his home, and he is called a rotten Ke person by the ethereal people, because he is too different and often ostracized.