When Luo Bei returned to his residence, he saw Dabai at first sight.

On the way back, Luo Bei kept hating himself in his heart.

Thinking that the purpose of his initial deep dive into the danger was for that guy, although he finally escaped death, he never recovered Dabai, who was likely to go deep into it.

He felt a deep remorse for this, because Dabai had already exceeded the meaning of a cat to a person in his heart.

The moment I saw Dabai, it was like seeing a long-lost relative.

I don't know if Da Bai thinks the same way, but when he entered the door, Da Bai jumped into his arms as soon as possible, and a man and a cat hugged each other, this time Da Bai didn't shake his head naughty or helplessly.

Even if Zhuo Xiaochan, who usually makes it easier to get close to, was next to it, it didn't break free from Luobei directly as before, and ran to please Zhuo Xiaochan.

Zhuo Xiaochan smiled softly......

All of them just need to come back safely.

is like Qin Muchuan, who was looking for Luobei everywhere, and turned his head and left the moment he saw him return safely.

So, everyone expresses their feelings differently.

"You two, how can you be like long-lost brothers, you haven't seen each other for a day......" Zhuo Xiaochan quipped with a smile.

Da Bai turned his round eyes, and jumped from Luo Bei to Zhuo Xiaochan's arms with agility, and played for a while, making Zhuo Xiaochan "giggle" and laugh non-stop.

"Sister Xiaochan, you see that it is not the same as before, this should be called the easy change of the nature of the country!" Luo Bei scratched his head and complained.

The two of them chatted for a long time in Luobei's room, and they couldn't help but be a little excited when they talked about the heavy snowfall.

It's just that after the heavy snowfall, the weather will suddenly be a lot colder, and Zhuo Xiaochan has already prepared thicker clothes.

After receiving the clothes sewn by Zhuo Xiaochan, Luo Bei felt inexplicably in his heart.

He left home at the age of eight, and now he has lived in the mountains for four years, and if it weren't for Zhuo Xiaochan's care in these four years, he probably wouldn't have been able to hold on for a long time.

I don't know if it's intentional, Zhuo Xiaochan didn't ask Luo Bei where he went and who he met, which made Luo Bei very unhappy in his heart, and he almost broke out several times, but every time he thought of Toad's appearance at parting, he swallowed the words again.

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The peaceful life soon overlays those unpleasant memories.

It's as if a snow would cover up a lot of decay in this world, even if it's temporary.

What Luo Bei didn't expect was that in the next few days, the master would actually start teaching him real martial arts.

Since returning from the trip to the cave, Luo Bei has learned that martial arts in this world are not just swords and hand-to-hand combat, there are many magical things, just like the formation in the cave, those invisible air currents, and the jade bracelet that emits dazzling light on Toadyue's wrist when facing the giant python.

Compared with this, the fights and killings on the rivers and lakes can only be regarded as some trivial paths.

Just as there will always be mountains on the other side of the mountain, the world outside of the world may be even more magical.

Seeing Luo Bei's dazed look, Qin Muchuan's face turned cold, he had always maintained this attitude, and Luo Bei was naturally used to it.

"You see ...... clearly"

Qin Muchuan said, shook his big sleeves, and his clothes suddenly cheered up, and at this time, his whole person floated up from the ground, like a huge bat, suddenly rising in the afterglow of the setting sun.

In the blink of an eye, there was wind under Qin Muchuan's feet, as if he didn't exert any force at all, and he retreated back dozens of zhang away.

By the side of the woods, he stood like a knife, and the light blue light flashed between his palms, and at the moment when he gently swung it down, the dry branches of the woods fell in response, and they were cut into two pieces by the invisible palm force.

It seems to be much sharper than a sharp knife.

Qin Muchuan stepped on the breeze and fell to the ground, his sleeves were still fluttering in the wind, at this moment, he was already extremely tall in Luo Bei's eyes, like a god.

"This move Tiangang Qi Blade is something I have only realized in recent years, although it is not the best exercise, but it is not a problem for ordinary Jianghu characters......"

Luo Bei was dumbfounded, and admired and envied the master even more in his heart, but at the same time, he was also very strange why the master suddenly said this, "To ordinary people in the rivers and lakes", he didn't even know what kind of rivers and lakes "rivers and lakes" were?

As soon as Qin Muchuan spoke, he didn't understand why he suddenly had such an idea, in his heart, Luobei's qualifications for cultivating superior martial arts were not good, and he couldn't even reach the ordinary level in the sect, maybe no matter how hard he worked in his life, he couldn't reach the height that people expected.

Maybe in his heart, if the young man leaves him one day, the rivers and lakes will always be sinister, and he must always have some self-defense skills......

Next, Qin Muchuan told Luo Bei where his cultivation came from, in fact, this Tiangang Qi Blade is a move based on a kind of Tiangang True Qi, if it reaches Dacheng, it can take people's lives a few miles away.

The Tiangang true qi is one of the 32 exercises of Confucianism, which pays attention to the natural righteousness, does not mix thoughts when exercising, and collects the breath of all things to run in the dantian, and then disperses the true qi in the body.

"The way of Confucianism is to care about self-cultivation and righteousness, and then you can accept the righteousness of heaven and earth for your own use", this is the practice method of Tiangang's true qi.

Although this Tiangang True Qi is a kind of internal cultivation, but as the Confucian classics say "consistent", the internal cultivation is the source of all moves, if there is no support of internal strength, even the perfect move is just a showcase.

After talking about the method of practice, Qin Muchuan knew that Luo Bei still couldn't fully understand, so he didn't rush to achieve it, but just told him to practice more every day according to the mental method he taught, and after accumulating over time, maybe one day these superior martial arts would come to fruition.

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Heaven and earth are instantaneous, and all things begin in cycles.

The sunny weather has made the temperature on Qixia Mountain rise a lot, and most of the snow in the mountains has melted.

These days, since Qin Muchuan taught Luobei Tiangang the cultivation method of true qi, Luobei often sat alone in a thatched hut or by the moon stone in a daze.

Zhuo Xiaocian knew that he was in trouble again, but this time she couldn't help, because martial arts alone must rely on his own understanding and diligence to achieve something.

Dabai naturally won't look for Luobei again because of its boring nature, but it is active by nature, and it is categorically unwilling to be alone in a daze like Luobei all day long, and from the day Luobei fell into thinking, it began to look for all kinds of new things.

In this way, those birds and beasts living in the mountains and forests have been devastated, and even Zhuo Xiaocicada has nothing to do with this guy.

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One morning, a thin mist shrouded the mountains, like a veil of light.

In front of the grass house where Qin Muchuan lived, the lonely tomb still looked lonely.

The heavens and the earth are solemn, and the thousands of mountains are silent, as if they can't bear to make a sound because of the lonely green mound.

Qin Muchuan sat alone in front of the lonely grave, and there was a guqin on the piano stand in front of him.

And that parchment curly score.

The last time he played this piano song, Qin Muchuan almost went mad, I don't know what kind of esoteric artistic conception is contained in this ancient song, once a senior master said that if he can understand some truths from this piano score, it will be of great benefit to his cultivation.

But only he knew that the reason why he risked going mad and trying it again and again was not to improve his cultivation, but because of a promise.

At that time, they were all very young, a group of young boys and girls, just like Zhuo Xiaocian and Luo Bei's age, although they were from different sects, but because of the great friendship between the previous generations, they were also at the same age as each other, learning martial arts from each other, and discussing their cultivation insights.

Among them, Qin Muchuan and another girl of the same age are particularly fond of music, so it is natural that the two of them often accompany each other and play the most beautiful tunes in the world.

That year, when they were almost seventeen or eighteen years old, during an experience in the wasteland, the girl accidentally got this parchment scroll, and when she came back, she was very happy to study it with Qin Muchuan.

However, even though the two of them tried a lot of effort, in the end, because they were too jerky and difficult to understand, they couldn't comprehend the ancient music at all, and it was in this process that Qin Muchuan had already fallen in love with women.

It's a pity that fate makes people, and in the end, the girl married a person he respected very much, and he had to quietly put away the piano score, and when there was no one in the silence, he felt it alone, and also saw things and thought about people.

Many years later, the people of that year have long been different, but he still kept this parchment scroll close to him, until in recent years, he has a slight understanding of the rhythm, and took out the score to study, and he can't help but ponder.

In his heart, if this song is successful, it can be regarded as a wish of himself and the girl back then, or perhaps, it is just a regret that he has hidden in his heart for many years.

His fingers flicked, the strings beating, but the sound was somehow rough, and there was no hint of a fine piano music.

Not only that, when playing the strings, there seemed to be a strange aura bursting out, and Qin Muchuan had no choice but to use his true qi to resist, and in this way, it turned into a contest between him and the strings.

His fingers flicked faster and faster, so fast that even he couldn't control himself, and beads of sweat gradually oozed from his eyebrows, just like the last time, the real qi in his body was running wildly, and there seemed to be signs of going mad.

At this moment, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped.

Qin Muchuan pressed his hands on the strings, his face became extremely pale, and his eyes looked even more gloomy.

Looking closely at the lonely green mound, he shook his head lightly, and said to the lonely grave: "Su Xin, in the past fifteen years, I can't understand this song of a thousand mountains after all, maybe ...... We weren't destined to have that fate......"

I don't know if the "fate" he said is the fate with the qin music or the fate between people.

Qingzuka naturally wouldn't give any answer, which made Qin Muchuan's gaze even more gloomy.

Over the years, he has stood in front of the green mound countless times, facing the lonely grave and the wordless monument, and there are always countless questions, but unfortunately he will never get an answer.

As the morning sun rose, the sky began to light up.

In the mist, a water-green figure stood in the distance, looking at this affectionate man who asked and answered himself to the lonely grave.

The breeze blew her hair full of green silk, and the tears in her eyes finally couldn't help but flow, down her cheeks, dripping on her clothes, and in the mist, they seemed to be stained with the dew of her clothes.

To this day, she doesn't understand why a person just makes a choice, but always fails another person, and even ruins his life......

As the saying goes, I don't know what to do, and I go deep.

In the mist, the man was dressed in a green shirt, he was so affectionate, affectionate and distressing.

If you were to be yourself, would you choose again?

She herself doesn't know, because she is not destined to be her, and his affection is destined to only be given to one person.

Everything seems to be predestined, and no one can change it.

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