Aomine.

The peach-faced white goose, known as the Qingfeng bully, can be described as a popular figure in the mountain stream, with rocks and feathers, and a hot spring bath. The pebbles on the peak surface sink into the water, the smoke is misty, a good melodious sprinkler, comfortable and cold place, and the white jade stones fall in a few places and pile up into a stream side stairs.

The peach-faced old goose sometimes drinks a sip of bath water, spits out a mouthful of fragrant bubbles, and the white geese around the tail are all yellow flippers, stepping on three tight wrinkled footprints, and holding a green fruit to chew in the mouth, smiling.

A few men came over, respectfully pulled up a bone sword in their hands, and said with a smile: "Dao Po Ancestor, the master asked me to send you a sword, and let me inform you." This sword hides the periosteum, overdrawing the bone marrow in it, and it can be used a few more times, but the sword body will shatter and turn into ashes. If you don't use it, with the majesty and aura of the ancestors, I am afraid that it will not rot for more than 100 years. ”

The red-faced peach-faced white goose in the pond water uttered a relaxed sentence: "Look at fate, get by." ”

The man who spoke before looked helpless, and said obscurely: "The ancestor is as blessed as the sea, and his longevity is greater than that of Taibei Mountain." ”

The peach-faced white goose twisted his hand and said, "Reward." ”

Around a fat-winged white goose with a red ribbon, hanging around his neck, trampling on the mud, the tree appeared red and white birds, carved fish and fruits, the fruit basket has cherries, yellow pears, white blue and white, blue silk and purple grapes, the man who saw it secretly swallowed saliva, his eyes glanced at it from time to time, revealing a grateful voice.

The fat-winged white goose picked a yellow pear and threw it to him, the man held it in his hand and smiled, and said goodbye: "Thank you Daopo Ancestor." ”

After the man left, the peach-faced old goose showed a sad look, as if he was a little upset. Qingguo ate half of it and then dropped the mountain stream, the place where this hot spring lived, it was close to the wind, the water abyss, and the wind blowing there was like a ghost crying wolf, disturbing people's eardrums.

From time to time, a few hydroids roamed in, although they had a terrifying appearance, but their bodies were a few meters larger, revealing a little bit of fiery eyes, like human eyes, scanning around, there were six to ten tentacles swinging around their bodies, and poisonous gases were coming out of their bodies, looking for prey.

The peach-faced old goose raised his eyebrows, held the bone sword, and said angrily: "After eating the gall of the ambitious leopard, the little hydra dares to come to the foot of Qingfeng Mountain to find food, isn't this a great insult to my old goose? Thinking of the white fish essence, I didn't think how the world could have such a fascinating thing, and I couldn't bear to swallow it. ”

He said that his mouth was full of saliva, but the next moment he touched his bone sword, stepped away, the big tail behind him flicked, a light rushed away, only to hear an echo loud and loud, pacing back, the juice of the killing melted in the water, and floated back to the abyss.

The peach-faced old goose had a calm face, the bone sword in his hand was lightly inserted into the scabbard, and he continued to soak in the bath without saying a word, supporting his red face with one hand and flattening it with the other, revealing a sad look.

Let the surrounding fat white geese show an obsessive look, as if a gust of wind can blow down, but they dare not say more.

Tibetan peak.

Li Shuishan has been sitting here for a long time, and watching the wind and rain turn around day by day, the crows and sparrows flying by, revealing a loud sound, disappearing the ends, stepping on the small flames that came back, and fell in love with the scenery here.

Lying in the arms of a lazy cat, this scene is extremely warm.

He said a few words of separation.

"All things are the heart, and all things are the heart. ”

The words into the heart, a little bit, then raised their fingers to learn the book "Condensation Method" on the subsequent articles on the grinding, the next from, then along the mountain wind inhaled into the lungs, tightly exhaled, this time again and again, the air conditioning penetrated the outside, learn the style of the book to study: the wind of burning, a little rest, spit out the old and accept the new, the spleen and heart to cultivate virtue, smile and refresh, read the words.

The follow-up volume of the "Condensation Method" is ten chapters, which is called the excerpt from the dust and stone wall of the "Cross Formula".

One is virtue, two is nourishment, three is heart, four is good, five is nothing, six is little, seven is quiet, eight is widowed, nine is light, and ten is forgetful.

The heart formula is: ten thousand laws of idealism, ten thousand ways of idealism, the heart is the master of man, but also the master of the essence of the spirit, refining the spirit and refining the god, all must start from the heart refining. The heart is moving, the heart is not moving, the heart is extremely quiet, the heart is clear, people and I forget, the heart has no heart, there is no heart, there is no heart, not for the name of the heart, there is no heart to move, then the shortcut.

The old madman sneered in the rear: "Ten Laws, I don't know if there is one method suitable for you? ”

Li Shuishan sighed and said: "The ten laws are all suitable for me, many take their essence and remove their dross, what virtue is relying on the sky to fight the sword, and the walker has no way to meet people?

The old madman was startled, got up and said, "Who told you that you can break through nothingness?"

Li Shuishan waved the book in his hand.

The old madman snorted and said, "You don't understand, I don't look at the cultivation method much, but I have extraordinary cultivation." Although I have read thousands of books and traveled thousands of miles, I have only read a book in my heart, and I have walked to the ends of the world, and I have seen too many stories, and I have kept them in mind. You don't have to read books to see more, and the talent is flexible. You spit a lot of ink in your mouth, and it doesn't look like a simple walk, you are completely enough, or walk more mountain roads. ”

"The kindness I have seen with my own eyes is enough to dip my pen into a small book, there are children raising dolls, crying and mourning old mothers, stealing people and fishing, Yunyun, I will not say much. ”

Li Shuishan stretched out his hand and signaled, "I still understand these truths, read thousands of books, travel thousands of miles, know everything in books, life is life, death is death, you don't know some of the little routines and tricks you see in front of you, isn't it shameful to waste your time because of mistakes?"

The old madman scoffed.

"It's like you can't jump into a pit if you know it, but you still don't understand. ”

Li Shuishan shook his head, didn't want to argue with him, and said, "Let's talk about the first one, what is a child's puppet?"

The old madman thought for a moment and said, "I walked through a village of straw ropes, in which all the families had the ability to make straw ropes. The village chief, a sinister and cunning man, gave me a pair of straw sandals when he saw me. But I had barely worn ten steps before I had a trail of blood, and now I found a needle in it, stuck tightly in the center of my foot. I thought about it for a long time before I knew that the people here knew me well, so I didn't care much, and after I took off the straw sandals and left, I thought about it again, they didn't dare to look at me openly, and their faces were wrinkled, and there was a twisted feeling of torture.

I took off my sandals and put them on a paddy paddy and saw a thin one

The child held a dried fruit in his hand and bit it tightly in his mouth, but he couldn't bite it open. So I knocked it open with a stone, revealing the fruit within. He thanked me with a wry smile. When he arrived in the village, he quietly ran into the house with his stomach in his hands.

On the second day, when the sky was clear and more disciples came to weave straw ropes from straw, I saw in my heart that some of them were tired and did not leave, and watched where the village chief was.

I found that there was a little cinnabar on the village chief's eyebrows, but with blood-red murderous intent, after a while, he called in a child, and when he came out, he pinched a dried fruit, and bit it on the side, knowing that his mouth was eroding and blood was gushing. In the middle of the night, they are made into puppets with straw, and piles of worms appear in the children's stomachs and tear their stomachs, while their parents just keep making ropes and tying them up.

The boy also ran in and took a dried fruit, but he didn't bite into it, and found me, and I smiled and told him, 'Don't eat this fruit again.'" When I took the dried fruit, I quietly cast a little spell in it to kill the worms inside.

He agreed.

But next time, he still couldn't control his mouth and asked me to open the dried fruit again.

But by the third time, his mouth was rotten and thin like a tree trunk, and I couldn't help but want to kill the village chief, but he grabbed my palm and told me: The village chief is a phantom demon, hurry up and leave, just waiting for you to take the bait.

I watched him hang from a tree with straw, repeating their movements like a puppet. I didn't realize that the monster was so strong, the monster couldn't wait and was about to kill me, and I fled for dozens of miles to escape his illusion. This child saved my life, and I wrote down this child and wrote the child's doll in a book in my sleeve. ”

Li Shuishan sighed, he had never heard such a terrifying story, and said, "The monsters in the world are all murderous?"

The old madman shook his head and said, "Demons are also good and bad, good and evil. Most demons are bad, they like to devour human flesh and blood, wander the storm, their whereabouts are strange, and they are good at blending into human survival, and they can't tell who is whom. A good demon is a person, often like a person who puts the law on the table, helping people get rid of evil spirits, getting merits, and wanting to accumulate goodness and become 'immortals'. Of course, there are many great demons hiding in the mountains, and they are dedicated to cultivating demon methods, not wanting to be disturbed by the world. ”

Li Shuishan took a deep breath.

"The demons and monsters in the world have turned into shapes, and there are souls that look like them are not as good as those who have died, and they can know repentance, and those who do not repent will be sucked into their mouths by a soul-devouring soul clan as nourishment, and some of them are also captured and thrown into the Yellow Spring. ”

Li Shuishan asked again: "Is the Yellow Spring of the mortal dust a magic weapon for monks?"

The old madman nodded.

"This Taoist doesn't know his true name, there are rumors that he is a Taoist ghost, and some people say that he is a Taoist of the Three Mountains, but they are all half-immortals of mortal dust. But he cultivated to the heavens, had the world in mind, and couldn't bear the demons and monsters raging, so he condensed himself and integrated into it, took the five elements of heaven and earth, the pure light of the stars, the sun and the moon, sat on it, and planted a tree, the name of the Underworld Tree. Every month, the soul-attracting bell on it is put in a wooden box, and every time the yellow spring is churned, one is thrown to deter evil spirits and demons. ”

Speaking of this, Li Shuishan grabbed it at his waist and released it in the air, revealing a small bronze bell, which gradually enlarged into a bowl of large bronze bells, which frightened the old madman and asked, "Where did you get the soul-attracting bell?" ”