Seven years later, the book of swords.

Yuan Qing was half-lying on the rattan chair, squinting, as if he was sleeping.

In front of the seat is a desk, on the table pen, ink, paper, inkstone, ballast seal, everything is available, but the ink is dry, the wolf is not hard, obviously has not moved for a long time.

There are two tables and chairs on each side of the desk, and on the back wall hang seven unknown animal skins, four on the left and three on the right, all of which have a lead gray "sword" in a single book.

The words are not everyone's name, but they are elegant and sharp, like the wind and a sword, and there is a unique momentum of Lingyun. And if you look closely, you will find that the seven characters are the same and their shapes are different, but they are in the same lineage.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, the sun is at its head. A general corner child, holding a small mouthful of green altars, jumped all the way from the blacksmith shop to the book and sword house.

"Teacher, Xi'er has brought you wine. The boy put the green altar in the corner of the desk and bowed down.

Yuan Qing responded casually, and then pointed to the falsehood, but saw that the wine was like a pillar, floating up, gurgling into the young man's mouth.

The boy was already surprised by this, so he picked up the book on the table, walked to the side, sat down, and read aloud. But after a while, the bookstore was full of the sound of reading aloud.

Gradually, as the sun sets, the children stop reading. Put away the book, got up in his clothes, bowed to Yuan Qing again, and said respectfully: "Teacher, Xi'er retires." ”

Yuan Qing still didn't get up, but this time he didn't even respond, as if he had completely fallen into a deep dream.

The child very sensibly picked up the already empty green altar and quietly retreated, and soon after, he saw the stars shining and the moon full of branches.

Suddenly, the wind rose, the doors and windows were lightly covered by the wind, Yuan Qing stood in front of the desk with his eyes closed, hanging his wrist to the pen, and the silver glow around his body was uncertain, but he was motionless like a clay sculpture and wood carving.

After a long time, the silver glow slowly faded, the young man sighed softly, put down the Qinghao in his hand, lay back on the rattan chair, meditated calmly, and then entered the realm of selflessness.

Seven years ago.

Feeling that the pillar is simple, and because the fat boy remembers the old things in Fenhe Village, and the danger of the demon beast is imminent, Yuan Qingfan is stupid and decided to stay in Qingzhou Mansion.

So he used the means to take thousands of gold and silver with the pearl of the night, and paid all of them, and turned the tailor's shop into a bookstore, facing the pillar blacksmith shop across the street.

When the pillar woke up, he didn't see Yuan Qing, he thought that the fate of the two was over, although he was quite regretful, but he thought that he had called the immortal brother and sister, and he had a good time, so he accepted it peacefully.

Goodbye at this time, I couldn't help but be excited, three steps and two steps rushed to the bookstore, asked him to stay in a loud voice, and after receiving a positive answer, he was overjoyed, and he was solemn, vowing to invite again.

Yuan Qing smiled and responded, and the pillar immediately laughed loudly, and proudly declared that the wine pipe is enough!

That night, a banquet was held in the small courtyard, accompanied by wine and meat, chickens and ducks, which was really a rare luxury for this family of three, and the little fat man's eyes were shining and his saliva was rippling.

After the woman learned that she could be neighbors with the immortals, her resentment disappeared in an instant, and she was very busy after the stove in front of the stage all night.

The Yuan and Qing dynasties opened the valley all the year round, so it was just a superficial taste, and more than half of the food on the table went into the belly of the pillar, but the wine was drunk bowl after bowl.

Only because of this, although the wine is a soju made by Zhuzi's own family, the color is turbid and the taste is light, far less refreshing than the burning knife, and it is not as good as the red flame Xuanling, but in the Yuan Qing Dynasty, it has a unique sense of fireworks, as if this rolling red dust, the world.

After three rounds of drinking, the pillar was already confused, drunk, half leaning on the table, pouring out all the broken thoughts in his heart with the strength of the wine, pulling and talking, and talking for an hour.

The woman had already picked up the little fat man and went back to the house to sleep, Yuan Qing looked leisurely, did not say a word, the porcelain bowl in his hand was full and empty, until the moon was in the middle of the sky, and the pillar lay on the table and fell asleep.

Zhenyi got up, the young man held the green altar in his hand, and Shi Shiran disappeared into the moonlight.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhu Zi ran to Shujianju early to find Yuanqing, talked about drunken nonsense, his face was full of embarrassment, and he bowed down again and again to apologize.

Yuan Qing smiled and waved his hand to comfort him that he didn't have to care, and admitted frankly that he hadn't actually listened to a few words, and he had already wandered into the world.

The two chatted a few more words, and when they left, Yuan Qing seemed to have unintentionally praised the good taste of wine, and the pillar smiled when he heard it, and said loudly, "I know", and then said that he would retire.

Every day after that, the pillar would bring a small jar of soju to the meeting, but because the ban became tighter, they all hurriedly put it down and left, not daring to stay longer.

So there are young people who drink drunkly, sprinkle with enthusiasm, write thousands of words a day, and stroke by stroke, extremely neat, all are Taoist classics.

Occasionally, I would drop out of my pen, pull a rattan chair, watch the pillars hit the iron casters, and the sound of gold chimes entered my ears, but my mood became more and more peaceful.

However, in these leisurely days, there is still a warning line in Yuan Qing's heart that has not been removed, that is, the rebellion of the demon beast and the danger of attacking the city.

Strange to say, although the rumors of the beast rebellion have become tighter, there has been no movement for a long time, and there is no news of the attack in the nearby villages and towns, and there is nothing to be found when going out to scout.

Finally a month later, Shen Wenxin ordered the ban to be lifted, and gradually, the businessman reappeared, all industries reopened, Qingzhou Mansion returned to its former prosperous appearance, and the young man also completely settled down in this ordinary life.

Time is like water, and it is the end of the year in a flash.

In Qingzhou Mansion, every household put up lights, and the pillars also hung up red lights, changed into new clothes, and welcomed the New Year.

Yuan Qing didn't do this, just lay on the rattan chair and closed his eyes to recuperate, and he was still cold with a book and sword, which was incompatible with the hustle and bustle of the city.

It's not that it won't, but since going up the mountain, all rituals and rituals have never been mentioned again, and the deeper the practice, the more difficult it is to feel the passage of time.

There are often hearts in the emptiness, fugue is too empty, and it has been years since I woke up, and the so-called "there is no nail in the mountain, and the cold does not know the year", nothing more than that.

The pillar was aware of it, so he brought his children to visit early in the morning, and invited Yuan Qing to visit the flower market and visit the temple fair.

Xu was very quiet, and Yuan Qing responded after a little thought. The three of them stopped and walked for most of the day before stopping.

On the way back, the little fat man grabbed the candy man in his left hand, danced the wooden sword in his right hand, and jumped and rushed to the front; the pillar carried a firecracker in his hand and a rouge in his arms, walking side by side with Yuan Qing.

Yuan Qing was still empty-handed, but he didn't get nothing.

Roughly calculated, the writing of the Iftar has been more than half loaded, but no one has ever cared about it, and I didn't want to visit the flower market, but I inadvertently provoked the hearts of several women.

There are those who are bold, and they even express their hearts on the street, sending things to support, although they are all politely rejected, but they have also earned some fame.

When the three returned to the smithy, the woman had prepared a table of food and drink.

The pillar took a few steps forward, took out the rouge and stuffed it into the woman's hand, and smiled, and the woman feigned anger, gave him a blank look, and then lowered her head, and carefully examined the small box in her hand, her eyes full of joy.

The little fat man sat at the table early, holding the candy man in his hand, his eyes staring at the roast chicken, unaware of everything around him.

Take a seat and open your seat.

There was laughter and laughter during the banquet, Yuan Qing and Zhu Zi pushed the cup and changed the lamp, talking and laughing, and before they knew it, it was late at night.

When the child was approaching, there was a sudden uproar on the street, and the pillar also picked up firecrackers and took his wife and children to the outer room. I saw thousands of empty alleys, and there were laughter and warblers everywhere.

Suddenly, a bell rings, far-reaching and melodious, spread throughout the city, followed by gongs and drums, firecrackers, fireworks are gorgeous, the sea is clear, people sing and dance, cheering, Qingzhou Mansion is like a city that never sleeps, the capital of eternal day.

Yuan Qing didn't know when he took the invisibility trick, the sword was green, looking at the city full of purple and red, his heart was inexplicable, and he thought for a moment, but it was like a cloud and mist, unpredictable, so he simply closed his eyes and released all his thoughts.

But everywhere you look, regardless of men, women and children, high and low, your faces are full of joy, the so-called birth, old age, sickness and death, grievances and hatreds, as if they have all come to naught in this sound explosion, leaving only a trace of vision and a ray of hope.

This affection is sexual, out of oneself, innate, pure and unmixed, and the stubborn meaning, the heart of a child, is the desire for beauty, yearning for the origin of pure goodness.

Thanks to this, Yuan Qing finally understood that this is the inherent goodness of human nature and the great goodness of the world!

It is necessary to know that after life and death, slaying demons and evils, with a heart of blood, chivalrous pride, protecting thousands of people, and the foundation of humanity.

However, since the war, it has been seen that people's hearts are ugly, that is, they are as simple as the villagers of the Fenhe River, as simple as a pillar, and they are still inevitably mixed with private thoughts under the intersection, and their intentions are not pure.

The comparison of the two phases is really difficult to peace, so although the sword is sharp, the sword is always unhappy.

Now that the thought is clear, I can't help but feel comfortable and happy, and I turned my palm and took out the green skin gourd that I hadn't used for a long time, and drank the red flame in the gourd.

Suddenly, there was a clear sound, clear and lofty, straight through the nine heavens, the young man's body was covered with a faint silver glow, the sword embryo in his body trembled slightly, and the dirty fire was flourishing, and he was actually cultivating and wanting to improve again.

Returning to the sword bookstore, sitting upright behind closed doors, calming down, entering the void, and gradually reaching the empty realm of thoughtlessness, only a glimmer of clarity.

I don't know how long it took, but I only heard a soft sound, and then the silver light bloomed, reflecting the whole hall, but then it was like a candle in the wind, fluttering, and uncertain.

After another moment, Yuan Qing suddenly opened his eyes, waved his big sleeves, threw out a demon tiger skin, spread it on the ground, and then pointed at the sword as a pen, declared the sword qi as ink, fell into the void, the pen walked the dragon and snake, and wrote a "sword" word in an instant.

The words are as bright as silver, turn to black, and then see the mystery, and finally turn into the color of lead gray and print on the tiger skin, and the silver mangs in the room are also revived, and then slowly disappear.

Yuan Qing breathed a long sigh of relief, stood up, waved his hand to put away the animal skin, and looked at the inscription of the word "sword" more than three feet deep under it.

When the mind is smooth, it is in line with the heart of the sword, so the realm is loose, and the cultivation is diligent.

However, the seven turns of the great refining, the purer the sword embryo and the heavier the miscellaneous qi, although it is scattered into the whole body, strengthening the muscles and bones of the meridians, there are still some residues, and the latent qi is incompatible, and the pure sword qi is incompatible, thinking that it is a hidden danger.

It is re-refined with a sword embryo, and the miscellaneous qi is born again, which is like water into hot oil, so that the qi veins are agitated, like ten thousand horses galloping, rampaging in the body, and there is a great tendency to get out of the leash.

At this critical moment, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and a passage flashed: "The Tao rushes and uses it or not, and the abyss is like the sect of all things." So there is a borrowed word to disperse gas and turn the danger into a disaster.

Pushing the door open, I saw that the sky was bright, and the pillar sat in front of the shop, his eyebrows tightly locked, and his heart was heavy, and the little fat man ran happily up and down the street, waving the wooden sword in his hand indiscriminately.

Seeing Yuan Qing, the pillar suddenly got up, his face was sad, and he came to the front in a few steps and said hello loudly. After a brief conversation between the two, Yuan Qing learned that he had been in retreat for more than seven days.

The little fat man came back from a run, and when he saw Yuan Qing, he shouted "old fairy" excitedly. Yuan Qing smiled and nodded, which was regarded as a response.

Suddenly, his heart moved, Yuan Qing looked at the pillar, and bluntly said that he wanted to accept his son as a disciple and give him the essence of the classics.

The pillar was stupid for a moment when he heard this, and then he was overjoyed, dragged the fat boy, and immediately sat in the middle of the book and sword to serve tea, and bowed to the teacher three times.

Yuan Qing accepted the gift calmly, and then gave the Taoist essence of the handwriting, gave the name Cao Xi, and asked him to come to listen to the lecture every day.

The pillar was overjoyed, and after a bow to the end, the portable son left, and after a few, he went and returned, his expression twisted, and he wanted to stop talking.

Yuan Qing's heart was like a mirror, and he made an appointment of "a jar of soju every day as a teaching resource" during conversation and laughter, which relieved his worries.

In the following six years, Yuan Qing taught during the day, practiced at night, drank and swayed, and really lived a period of leisure and a good time.

However, although the feast is good, there will be a time to do it, and the quiet and quiet are not as good as the sword after all.

In the final analysis, what beats in Yuan Qing's chest is still the heart of a hot-blooded young man who is happy to take revenge.