"Many years later, in the same cold place, I recalled that incredible experience and wrote the first recipe of this mental method, which was called 'Chasing Snow'. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info You should now understand that the meaning inside is not as beautiful as the name, but in fact it is unimaginable pain for ordinary people. But to practice this intention, the sharpness of perception will go beyond the limits of the eyes and ears, even if the body cannot move, the shape cannot reach, but can know the changes of everything around the body.

"This trick is said to be a martial arts mind, but in fact, it is the realization of the state of mind. I write as I like, and those who don't have the same state of mind as me may not be able to understand it at all, and it should be extremely difficult to learn. You said that you were born with a 'parting intention' because you were afraid of death, which is very good, because I also realized this because I didn't want to die, and it won't be too difficult for you. ”

Suzaku only talked about this part of the past, so he left the first trick "chasing the snow" to Jun Li, and did not explain half a sentence, and he taught himself. Maybe it's related to the foundation of Taoism, maybe it's really related to the state of mind, Jun Li feels very easy to see this trick, although he feels unbelievable in the subtlety, but the practice is smooth, and there is no hindrance at all.

So it was not so strange that he suddenly realized that the snow was no longer far away.

Okra didn't know what was going on, so she stayed in the atrium and waited for him. Suddenly, when he saw him returning with a sword, he smiled and said, Why, even if you dance with a sword, you can't pray for snow.

Then you watch. Jun Li smiled, drew his sword from its sheath, and handed it to her. As soon as the sword was strong, the okra had already felt that it had struck, which had never been seen in Jun Li's body before.

Maybe it's because of the faintly blood-colored sword body, the three-foot blue blade of others, but the one in his hand may be more suitable to be called the three-foot red edge. She took the scabbard and stepped back, and said, "Let's see what tricks you come up with."

Jun Li's sword pointed upward, but the sword was slow, as if waiting for something. Suddenly, it seemed to touch, the red edge struck in the air, like chasing the sun, and the sword body full of strength seemed to be more than a foot long in an instant, and only after a closer look did you know that it was a phantom, and it was put away and closed.

The sword became soft again, as if following the sudden and weak sound of the wind, becoming delicate, like a bee butterfly looking for flowers, tapping in the dark night, like spreading a net of starlight, although it was fleeting, but it was enough to light up the corner that was dimmed by fireworks. The softness is still not gone, from the stars to flowing water, splashing ink and suddenly flashing from the eyes of okra. Her eyes flickered, and she looked up to see Jun Li's expression, but saw that his eyes were closed, as if the sword intent was just as casual as she wanted.

This is certainly not a prayer for snow. But at this moment, the okra suddenly felt cold on her face, and it seemed that she had been stained with something cold. She was stunned and raised her hand to wipe it away, but in the next moment, two more thin beams of coolness fell. She was frightened in her heart and raised her eyes to the sky.

That's snow. I don't know when the sky will be filled with this gray and pure dust in a flash, and it will quickly and slowly disperse.

Her heart fell. "Jun Li......" she called out to him softly, wanting to say something. And he didn't seem to realize it, and his entire divine consciousness was only above that sword intent. "Chasing the snow". It's not a swordsmanship, but the state of mind has arrived, so why stick to the form. It is like the Suzaku in the past, when the body could not move but the intention was moved; like Jun Li now, the body moves at will, how can it be called a misunderstanding? Ling Li taught him the sword and body method, he used to take shape and only lacked the intention, but now if he suddenly has enlightenment, everything in heaven and earth is his own will.

He had seen the snow falling—not with his eyes, but with his mind. The long and narrow sword body became more and more delicate, and there was no difference between the heart's desire, and between the snow, between the gusts of wind, and the tremors walked, like a dream. It was a dream of his, and a dream of okra. She didn't think that this Taoist priest, who had never been conspicuous, would have such a sword intent, so she looked at him like this.

Is it really him who dances so wantonly? neither light nor heavy, neither fast nor slow, as if he has always been as warm as jade, but it melts so perfectly into this snowy night. From the time the snow did not fall, to the time when the snow fell, to the moment when the snow had fallen, he was always him, and he never stopped.

But she knew that he was no longer the Gu Junli she was when she first met. With this kind of body, even if it is yourself, I am afraid that it is beyond my reach.

In a city, separated from the inside and outside. Xiajiazhuang also ate early. There are many customers in the village on weekdays, but at this time, those who have family members also take care of themselves, only Shen Fengming, after all, is still alone.

Although Xia Zheng called him together, but at this time, he didn't want to be unhappy with Xia Qi anymore, so he refused, and ate this meal that should have been called Chinese New Year's Eve dinner in the room alone, and lay on the bed after eating. In his hand, he was holding the piece of paper that copied his friend's residence, but his current identity was no longer suitable for meeting them.

If I see them, will it not be a burden to them and a difficult task for them? If I am gone, the remnants of the Maass will be happy, and perhaps they will rise again and oppress them. Zhang Gongchang doesn't care about it, and I don't know who will come to help them?

He thought that he was still sorry after all, and saw Lou Qianshan who was remembered at the end, thinking about the iron ring on her finger - she was still on the other side after all. If she takes the gold medal seat, what will she—what will she do to my people?

Suddenly sat up. For the first time, he felt that he should talk to Lou Qianshan.

She's not Maas. At the beginning, people like Mas tried to talk, let alone Lou Qianshan.

But Mas - Shen Fengming still knows what he wants, Lou Qianshan - he doesn't know.

He never thought he needed to know. He never expected the world to change so quickly. This can be regarded as an important lesson taught to him by Lou Qianshan and Zhang Gongchang. Now I don't know what position to use to talk to her, but I think that the attitude of despising her and not taking her in my eyes must have angered her, and now I think that she is proud of her downfall, and I think it will be what she wants.

He thought about it carefully, Zhang Gongchang must be in the palace today, and Xia Qi can only wait in the village to keep the New Year, today should be the day to be sure that no one else will disturb him. went out to sue Xia Zheng, saying that he wanted to visit an old friend. Xia Zheng also said that he complained about being lonely, but he didn't succeed in retaining him, so he went.

Shen Fengming became curious again. Lou Qianshan - How will she celebrate the New Year? She is also a person?—— what about her in previous years?

The row of dilapidated huts seems to be brighter today, and the lights are also on in the dark panes of the last visit, and if they don't, they will fall asleep and not be old.

Still, the whole night was quiet, as if all hope had been buried in a tightly wounded bag that could not be released until that moment, and now everything was waiting with bated breath.

But for these poor people, is there really hope in that pocket? Shen Fengming sighed in his heart, walked to the door of Lou Qianshan, and wanted to knock on the door, but saw that the door was not closed tightly, and a big crack was opened, and the cold wind was swishing in.

On such a cold day, she couldn't feel it? or ...... The lights are on, but she is not there? Shen Fengming was suspicious, and suddenly a smell of wine came out of the door. Well, she's got wine - it didn't seem like a bad year. Having said that, she is a silver medal killer, and her income should be a lot of money, so why should she wronged herself and live in this dilapidated and poor place?

Suddenly, I heard Lou Qianshan smile and muttered, Come on, I'll toast you another ......!

Shen Fengming was startled, and the hand that wanted to knock on the door stopped. It turned out not to be alone. Listening to Lou Qianshan's voice, it seems that he has a lot of wine. He hesitated. I don't know who it is, and if that's the case, I'd better come back another day.

But after all, he was curious, and although he put his hand down, he silently pushed the door open again. This dilapidated hut has no hall or courtyard, and there is no screen, and the lights in the house are clearly visible.

As far as his eyes could see, his heart suddenly shuddered. The square table under the lamp, with his back to him, is not Lou Qianshan alone, and - in the dim light of a trance, how can there be anyone else!?

Lou Qianshan drank all of them, raised a chopstick, and grabbed the dishes on the table with chopsticks, still facing the empty seat, and said with a soft smile, Look, I have also learned your skill of fried beans, although I can't compare to you, but ...... But why don't you taste it too? It's so cold today, if you don't taste it again, you'll ...... True...... Target......

She was laughing and talking, but when she said the three words "never taste again", she suddenly couldn't continue, and her voice became like a sad word, like crying instead of crying, like laughing instead of laughing, trembling, rolling again, and low back as if she couldn't say it. The hand trembled. The chopsticks and beans fell in this trembling. He realized she was crying. Her shoulders shrugged, and for a moment she was crying uncontrollably.

She threw her chopsticks and fell on the table in mourning, and cried loudly, how good it would be if you were still there! How good it would be if you were still there! Why did you leave me alone......!

At this time, Shen Fengming had already seen that there was also a pair of chopsticks in the position next to her. There were only two simple dishes on the table, and they hardly moved, but there were seven or eight flasks, horizontal and vertical, all over the table—it turned out that the woman's Chinese New Year's Eve was a person drinking and crying bitterly in this dilapidated hut? I don't know who the dishes and chopsticks are for, and I don't know who the person she wants to make this New Year's wish with, but the fact is that the person she wants to see is gone, but the rest of her life is Sauvignon Blanc...... Is it?

He was a little confused for a while, wondering if he had come to the wrong place today, whether his eyes were wrong, and whether he was thinking wrong. The frivolous Lou Qianshan, the cunning and ruthless Lou Qianshan, the unscrupulous Lou Qianshan, in the corner of this prosperous and matchless Lin'an City, in the depths of the Chinese New Year's Eve of the fire tree and silver flowers, even cried alone for a non-existent person.

I don't know how many times she cried when she was lonely? "How good would it be if you were still there", people in this world have sad and bitter hearts, and things in this world are unsatisfactory!