If you ask about the bamboo flowers given to him by the little white fish, Li Shuishan put them in the palm of his hand and carefully stroked them for a while, and he felt very comfortable.

Not only are some of the stamens on it fresh, the bamboo is tightly fastened and soft properly, and even placed on it with flat hands, but there is also some uncomfortable comfort, every time Li Shuishan is depressed, he will quietly take it out.

Just wait for the bell to turn a few times.

The feeling of the end of the year day and night made him feel inexplicably sad, until the night was silent, as if a pair of big hands were pressed on his chest, revealing clear ten fingers, Li Shuishan coughed a few times, and his breathing was extremely unsmooth.

The old madman had already sat on the ground, sighing and listening to the cough intensifying, not knowing what to think.

But he was even more eager to read the book, and even recited silently late at night, to feel the sound of the masterpiece from the sun clock.

Five days later, I really waited for the echo to be audible to my ears, and the blue lines visible to my eyes, braving the condolences from the sun, glowing yellow, the shadow was in the air, and the ripples were clear.

At this time, his lips were already chapped, his eyes were astringent, and he could fall asleep at any time, but he suddenly opened his eyes to restrain the drowsy thoughts in his heart, pinched his hands, and said with difficulty: "The shape wants to be quiet, the heart wants to be quiet, the qi wants to be quiet, it is necessary to seek tranquility in practice, and it is necessary to seek tranquility in ordinary times, and it is advisable to seek tranquility in silence, and it should also be able to be quiet in the trouble, and it is necessary to be able to be quiet, and it can be born of wisdom." ”

The words are not intended, but when they collapse, such as going deep into the prosperous world, watching the small merchants selling cattle and sheep, the passers-by of the court, the difficult artists who juggle to make a living, and so on, they are all dragged aside, but there are no distractions in the walk.

He had long remembered the silent meditation he had spoken before, but this time he didn't have much to solve, but was even more confused, walking decadently, swaying from side to side, and the cat who was watching said heartily: "If you leave, what will I do? You haven't eaten enough dried fish? You also said that you would go down to the river to fish for me, and more importantly, you said that you wouldn't starve me if you had a bite to eat." How can you leave early. ”

Li Shuishan opened his chapped mouth and said with a wry smile: "I'm not dead yet, have you figured out how to curse me?"

The old madman was even more unspeakable on the seventh floor, not closing his eyes, not opening his eyes, slowly standing up, and said hideously: "No, tonight, I will teach you the remaining two methods." Tomorrow I will take you into the sword. I don't believe in the Mandate of Heaven, and it is a mistake to cultivate the Tao. I don't believe it. I don't believe in fate. ”

Li Shuishan closed his eyes with a wry smile, waiting to open his eyes, he was even weaker, the robe on his body was heavy, and the old madman helped him block the volatilization in his body, while pulling up the wind and rain around him, demonstrating what the sword blade was, and the snow flying in the sky was slowly covered with black and white hair.

Li Shuishan, who was sitting on the side, squinted his eyes, a little powerless, and smiled slightly.

Flying snow continued to fly until the middle of the night, the blue robe on his body from time to time appeared with superb sword light, hovering and falling, the snow on the tip of his sword, slowly slid to the hilt of the sword, the seven eyes were vigorous and brightened, each of which had a penetrating aura, his steps became heavier and heavier, and the sword was lowered a lot.

Obviously, the technique is almost over.

The sword had already returned to his mind, and with the movement of his eyes, the sword slashed at the surrounding snowflakes, passing the blade of the sword, and there was no first-class channeling. The snow is six-petaled snow, which becomes two-petaled, and it becomes extremely fast to raise the sword and collect it. He didn't know where the snowflakes in the sky came from, but the snow slapped on his face, it was extremely cold, he blinked his eyes slightly, touched the snowflakes on his cheeks, and looked at it.

"Six-petal snow. He gently stretched out his palm, and his palm was covered with six-petal snow, delighted, but on his pale face, it was more regret, and this regret fell in the eyes of Zhou Fengyun and the human soul Qian Ink on the mountain stream, one person and one soul talked.

"What do you think we should do about this?"

"Don't do it. We are only assisting him, we can help him with the threat from the outside world, but this time it is not our own or Providence who wants to kill him. ”

"How do you know it's providence?"

"God

Those who are destined will accept the entrustment of their fate. They had already told him a long time ago which way to go and what to do. But he walked into the path of cultivation and touched the forbidden area of cultivation, which is the phenomenon of fighting against the will of heaven. If the heavens want to kill, what is the difficulty of people who don't have much cultivation power, just like we pinch an ant to death. ”

"And he was weak, tired, sleepy, and deficient, and according to the books I read, he was given time to repent, and if he did not return to his original mission on the second day, he would be killed. Even if he dodges once, there will be a second, a third, a chess piece in front of them, how can he indulge him without leaving the chessboard and not obeying their wishes?"

"What did the man of destiny tell him to do, and how did he come to this place?"

"Maybe he did it on purpose, maybe there was some interference that made him unable to make a choice. ”

"What's the distraction? I think life is a choice. ”

"You're right. But life is not just about choice, when you choose yourself, the sky is also choosing you. What you think is right is wrong in the eyes of others. You think that the path you have chosen is confusing or in line with your heart, but when you go on, you will have regrets. ”

"I used to think that creation was tricky, but it didn't reach the point where it was messed up. Maybe when you become a messenger of heaven or a pawn where you fall, you think about it, if you run away somewhere else, will he have to correct it and let you resume his arrangement. And the word creation, I don't understand, whether it is just to appear under a hanging barrier in time, and the collapse of the top is my own failure. ”

"No, no, you're not. You and I are both ants. ”

"We just have to wait for the moment to come and move on. ”

"Hehe, opportunity, isn't it providence?"

"Really?"

The old madman gasped, this was the first time he felt sad, not only because he had not used this kind of power for all these years, and he controlled the breath in his body on a sword blade, and he was killed by raising his sword indiscriminately. He really didn't encounter any powerful monks anymore, and he couldn't provoke his ferocity.

He hated that he couldn't reach the peak of the light blowing wind and snow, and said in a crazy way: "The Three Swordsmanship was created for me. I call myself the Divine Will. What's more important is to condense the mortal experience that has been gone for so long, and in the end, I still haven't seen some of the meanings on it. Over the years, I have forgotten my own techniques, forgotten the sense of crisis, although I have a pair of discerning eyes to understand the maze, but I see others, but I can't see myself. ”

"Old decay and immortal hair, when my heaven and earth tremble. ”

He slowly raised his sword and rehearsed it again.

The snowflakes pinched in the hands of Li Shuishan, who was sitting quietly on the side, broke into two halves, and the moment they fell into the palm of their hands, they turned into water droplets.

No matter how much wind and snow there is, it can't be perfectly cut in half by the sword blade, the divine thoughts are inseparable, and there is a risk of falling at any time, waiting for about an hour, the old Li Guoren sat by the stone with a frown, and handed over the wine jug in his hand with a bitter face, "Zangsheng, why are you so weak." This, this is a sign of pre-decay, which I have never encountered before. You, no, what kind of character did you offend? ”

He then stood up and said with a look of horror on his face, "You have disobeyed your destiny. Didn't you come to cultivate under the guidance of the Mandate of Heaven? Why are you so confused? This is Cang Sui, thinking about the old age, dreaming for Cang's ear, and setting up the chaos, otherwise you will die if you sleep, why don't you say it?"

Li Shuishan shook his head, "I don't know." At that time, there were two paths for me to choose, and I hesitated for a long time, but I still followed in the footsteps of a senior. ”

Old Li Guoren trembled his fingers and said, "You kid, you know how wrong things you have done." Destiny is chosen by heaven, and you must follow His choice to go through your life

, you can be liberated in the next life. When you choose, you must have a lot of guidance on how to go. Isn't it?"

Li Shuishan shook his head.

Old Li Guoren's expression was gloomy and a little sad, "No wonder Jingyue can't penetrate your heart and condense the muscles and veins in your body, everything is in vain." That big wall is ten thousand feet high, even if you are a seven-foot teenager, you need to look up under the eaves, how can you walk through it?"

The old madman fell to the ground, and the snowflakes broke into pieces and floated on the ground.

"The time has come, and the flowers are dazzling. ”

The old madman gritted his teeth.

Flowers bloomed around, looking at the white flowers, the whiteness of the heart instantly permeated the bamboo flowers in the sleeve, and looked at it again, the greenery was more than a foot away from the old madman's body, sweeping the air, with the pull up of Pang Jing late at night, a little of the clouds and mist on the floating mountain were chaotic, and gradually dissipated.

On the bright moonlit night, the branches of the fruit tree broke in an instant, and how many stamens were produced drifted and landed in front of him, and the water splash on the waterfall was not far behind, and they rushed to come, and the roar of treading water and singing was up, and the old Li Guoren was even more sad, and his understanding of Li Shuishan was more important than anything else, and he still said in his heart: "Old madman, you owe me two favors." ”

The pile of flowers in the air is folded little by little, and it is like a grasshopper carrying a mountain on the tip of the sword, and the majestic breaking of the minutes is overwhelming, and the overwhelming momentum impacts some of the surrounding water splashes floating, not only water splashes, fruit tree flowers, pasted paper paintings, window flowers, iron flowers, petals made of stone, and even the bamboo flowers in Li Shuishan's sleeves, fortunately, there is an impermeable obstruction in the sleeve, and it stops after vibrating proudly.

The old crazy word has reached the point of madness, it may not have been such a technique for a long time, it is usually a little rusty, and the evil spirit of the iron sword will be infected, there is more extreme blocking, and it is really not simple to do the ultimate of one thing, but when it comes to killing, where to wait so long, regardless of three, seven and twenty-one, directly raise the sword and run to pinch the technique, slash and kill.

The flowers around the waiting have fallen silent, and the flowers for several miles are piled up in the air, and there is a little support on the tip of the sword.

A few pieces fell on the top of Li Shuishan's head, looking extremely kind, raising his thin palm, clamping it, and slowly putting it in the palm of his hand, revealing a pleased smile.

Waiting for the dawn, everything has returned to normal, the petals were blown away by the wind and fell into the mountain stream, and at this time, there are many disciples rushing towards the morning haze, going to find their personal flowers early, especially the female disciples of Chunfeng, come together to wonder, is there some flower thief here?

Li Shuishan's eyelids dripped and he wanted to sleep, and then a pair of big hands fell on him, grabbed his robe, looked at the red eyes, showed sadness, pinched up a spell, and the old Li Guoren behind him, shook the wine jug and fell to the ground with a thud, hurriedly picked it up, and said: "Zangsheng! If you feel sleepy, take a sip of the bar, and you won't be sleepy." ”

After speaking, he poured a little bit into Li Shuishan's mouth, in fact, Li Shuishan couldn't taste the taste of the wine, and still showed a relieved expression, telling Lao Li that the wine was very beautiful.

The old madman read in his mouth: "I open the spring with the intention of hiding the peak, I want to see the mountain spring stream, there is this sword intent in the sword, I am myself, I only want to struggle in the sword, seek opportunities." ”

With a snort, the spring water gushed out, revealing a large spring, and it was clear to see, the white sail boat jumped out of the water, as if swept by a strong wind and waves, and saw the water surface like a mirror light, the old madman dragged Li Shuishan and jumped in, and the old Li Guoren's grandmother turned around and entered.

At this time, Zangfeng finally didn't have a sound anymore.

At the moment when the spring water finally stopped, a leaf floated out of Zhou Fengyun's hand, and landed on the white sail boat that was just about to be launched, delaying a breath, stepping in, with the disappearance of the figure, the water flow was extremely fast, shrinking into a ball and dissipating.