"Master, do you really care about Linglong?" asked Qing Xuanzi worriedly.

As soon as Linglongzi left, he followed, in the end, he still couldn't rest assured, things were indeed the same as he thought, the moment Xiao Shu took out the sword, he couldn't even help but shoot, but Linglongzi's determination still made him hesitate, Linglong came back in a trance, like a demon barrier, and kept muttering the word 'forget me' in his mouth, Qing Xuanzi lingered in front of her door several times, but finally couldn't get in, he really didn't know what to say.

"A fairy word, how many people have suffered, let her go. ”

Qing Xuanzi wanted to speak and stopped, but finally sighed and turned around and left Tianjizi's room.

"Among the seven sons, Qiu Long is calm and exquisitely intelligent, but the most reassuring teacher is still Qingxuan you, who all say that the immortal is good, and in the eyes of the teacher, it is not as comfortable as a rain in Zhongshan. "Tianjizi lit the incense burner, the green lantern was lonely, and he stroked the piano alone.

Tianjizi is very old, even if he has reached the realm of Tianxuan, but the qi and blood have long been gone, maybe in another ten years, or five years will be dust to dust, earth to earth, he is unwilling to step into the heavens, the ethereal immortal road, the so-called immortality, not even as heavy as the seventh son calling him a master.

Qing Xuanzi raised his hand and put it down, after a few hesitations, the green lights in the door were shadowy, and the night wind passed by the lights and slanted.

"It's cold outside, why don't you enter the house?" A soft voice came from inside the house, but there was a touch of coldness invisibly, a touch of coldness that Qing Xuanzi had never felt.

Entering the house, Linglongzi sat in front of the window, the green light reflected, the moon shone on the sword, and the eyebrows were as cold and silent as the eyebrows, and it was dark outside the window, Qingxuanzi frowned, "Knowing that the wind is cold, why do you still open the window?"

"Senior brother's heart is hot, but Linglong's heart is cold, but no matter how cold his heart is, he can't be cold enough to forget a word, and he can't be cold to a dead word. Linglongzi said quietly, and her eyes were full of confusion.

"Senior sister has excellent talents, why do you have to cultivate that realm of selflessness?" Qing Xuanzi sighed.

"Senior brother often praises me for being smart, since this is the case, why don't you believe in my junior sister's choice?"

"What can I do if I can't enter the Xuan Realm? With the master here, with me Qing Xuan, who dares to bully my junior sister? Dare to insult my Xuanji?" Qing Xuanzi still couldn't hold back the anger in his heart, and slapped off a corner of the tea table with one palm.

Linglongzi looked at Qing Xuan's angry appearance with a smile, just like before, he made mistakes, he was always the first to come out to defend himself, but when he turned around, he was merciless.

Linglongzi leaned over and picked up the broken corner of the table, and said softly, "The moon is lacking, but if the heart is missing, how can I make up for it?"

"Well, that's it. Qing Xuanzi had mixed feelings in his heart, and he wanted to say something, but finally sighed and turned to leave.

"Senior brother, I'm sorry, it's Linglong who is willful. Linglongzi said softly and closed the door with a flick of her sleeve.

The next day, we discussed martial arts.

That real person and the laughing swordsman still haven't arrived, and they can't help but make a lot of sects talk about it, Wei Fu is a little gloomy, if it weren't for Tianjizi coming early, it would really be a shame.

Xiao Shu was late, his field was already arranged later, and the opponents he met were only disciples of some small sects, and the masters of those famous sects avoided him without exception, Xiao Shu just smiled at this, discussing martial arts was dispensable for him, and he didn't come here to slap those young masters in the face, but to find a laughing swordsman.

Not even the sword came out, only to refer to the sword, lightly won four games, the last one to meet Xiao Shu on the other side, almost directly admit defeat, those elders in charge of the sect have concluded that this Xiao Shu is the apprentice of Tianjizi, even if he ends up, he is not necessarily an opponent, so far what they can do is to let the disciple avoid Xiao Shu, is to guess what the meaning of Xuanjimen is to do this.

Tianjizi looked like an old god was playing chess with Wei Fu, didn't speak, didn't explain, and naturally no one dared to ask, but when he saw Linglong and Xiao Shu leaving again, Luozi's hand couldn't help but pause, and a distraction actually played in the wrong position, looked at the death in front of him and sighed, "The old man lost." ”

"It's the seniors who are distracted, and Wei Fu is not martial. Wei Fuqian said, you must know that Tianjizi's attainments in chess are a must, if it is not for distraction, he will definitely lose if he does not have ten sons.

"Qingxuan, go take a look. Tianjizi turned his head and said to Qing Xuanzi.

Qing Xuan was a little absent-minded on the side, obviously worried about Linglong, and couldn't help but perk up when he heard this, and left quickly after apologizing to Wei Fu.

On this day, Xiao Shu rented a small boat and drifted with the waves in the mirror lake, listening to the sound of the rain, looking at the surface of the lake, teaching others to teach himself at the same time, so that Linglongzi could experience selflessness at the same time, Xiao Shu's understanding of selflessness also became deeper.

The two of them sat on the bow of the boat, dressed in robes, Xiao Shu held the fishing rod in his hand, fishing quietly, when he was a child, he often went to catch fish with Fang Jin, and sometimes he learned the old man's fishing when he was idle, but he couldn't calm down and always couldn't catch it.

"Can you catch a fish when it's raining?" asked Linglongzi.

"It's a light rain in early spring, it's okay, you can try it too. Xiao Shu smiled, took another fishing rod and handed it to Linglongzi.

Linglongzi hesitated to take the fishing rod, if she said that she was an expert in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, she knew nothing about fishing, and she didn't know anything about fishing, and she threw out the line like Xiao Shu, and in the drizzle, she couldn't see whether the fish was hooked, and she always felt that the line was moving, but every time she collected it was empty, or wrapped with dead branches and leaves.

"On this rainy day, there are no fish on the bait. Before Linglongzi's words fell, he saw the fishing rod in Xiao Shu's hand sinking slightly, the water surface splashed with waves, and the fishing rod began to shake continuously.

Xiao Shu smiled, not in a hurry to close the rod, shook the end of the fishing rod, Mo about ten breaths later, straight up, only to see a osmanthus fish thrown in the air by him, biting the bait and constantly struggling, the splash splashed the two of them, after catching the fish, Xiao Shu took off the hook in its mouth and sent it back to the water.

In Linglongzi's questioning eyes, Xiao Shu swung his rod into the water and continued to fish, his expression was focused as if he had completely forgotten everything about the outside world, for Xiao Shu at this moment, there was only bait left in the water in the world, and any slight shaking could not escape his eyes.

"That's kind of a ...... Do you forget yourself?" Linglongzi seemed to feel something, but fishing was really not suitable for her, and she took out a clear white jade flute from her waist, which was given by Qing Xuanzi on her birthday, and she always carried it with her.

The faint sound of the flute, ethereal and far-reaching, blends into the sound of wind and rain, does not seem abrupt at all, soft and delicate, like the light smoke in the incense burner, lingering for a long time, endlessly.

In the pavilion in the distance, Qing Xuanzi stood alone with his hands in his hands, the melodious sound of the flute should be in response to the wind and rain, closed his eyes and listened carefully, and his mind couldn't stop recalling the bits and pieces with Linglongzi, the anxiety when she gave the flute, the worry when she saw her making a mistake and being blamed by the teacher, and the anger when she was bullied.

The word love is the most hurtful, and the beautiful woman forgets her feelings, how should she deal with herself?

"Forget yourself and forget your feelings, Linglong, do you really want to be like this?" Qing Xuanzi's hands behind his back were loose and tight, looking at Xiao Shu who was leisurely fishing on the boat, the long sword couldn't help shaking, and it was unsheathed several times, and it was taken back.

Xiao Shu glanced at it nonchalantly, and such a killing intent was as eye-catching as summer ice and snow.

"What's wrong?" The sound of the flute stopped abruptly, and Linglongzi looked in the direction Xiao Shu was looking, but the pavilion was empty.

"The state of mind is not martial arts, that's all I can teach, selflessness is not attachment, but between all things, it is for forgetfulness, it's not too early, you go back." Xiao Shu put away the fishing rod and drove back to the shore.

Linglongzi nodded, in the past few days with Xiao Shu, she has already had a little experience of selflessness, no longer the original experience of verbal expression, but a feeling from the heart.

After seeing Linglongzi leave, Xiao Shu returned to the boat, and a man in a green shirt was already standing at the bow of the boat, waiting for a long time.

"Why did you come to me?" Xiao Shu asked with a headache.

"I'm the same generation as Linglong, since you gave her, Qingxuan thinks it's time to call out to his uncle. Qing Xuanzi said coldly, with a flick of his sleeves, the water suddenly became turbulent, and the boat was windless and automatic, and sailed away from the shore at a very fast speed.

"Uncle Shi doesn't dare to be, what advice does the Taoist chief have?" Xiao Shu chuckled, sat down on the board, picked up the fishing rod without shaking or shaking, and gently supported the hull of the boat, and the galloping boat suddenly slowed down and stood still in the lake.

"Is this how you forget yourself, fishing, blowing the flute, and boating?" asked Qing Xuanzi sharply.

"Yes, what the Taoist chief said is very true, selflessness is just fishing,, and boating. Xiao Shu didn't refute, but fished by himself, looking leisurely.

"Is this how you repay your master?" Qing Xuanzi's voice cooled, his thumb pushed out the sword body for three points, and the killing intent rose sharply, if Xiao Shu was so contemptuous, he didn't mind understanding the so-called selfless swordsman at all.

"Sad people, for the sake of love, out of the sword to save the beauty, say in vain. Xiao Shu chuckled, Qing Xuanzi couldn't help but be angry, this Xiao Shu was really angry, and the three-foot green mang drew a cold, pointing directly at Xiao Shu's heart.

At this moment, the red umbrella that had been carrying Xiao Shu's back trembled, and a dark purple narrow sword came out of its sheath on its own, blocking Xiao Shu's back, and thunder could be heard in a trance, and I don't know if it was the spring thunder or the deafening sound of the sword.

Qing Xuanzi's sword was blocked, only to feel a sore numbness in his right hand, like being struck by lightning, the long sword in his hand couldn't help but let out a sad sound, trembling uncontrollably, and a small thunder snake spread across the sword.

Xiao Shu got up instantly, held the red leaves with his backhand, and slashed horizontally with his sword, like thunder on the ground, without giving Qing Xuanzi a chance to breathe, the scarlet sword covered the sword body, the original three-foot red leaves were full of three feet at the moment, under the fierce sword wind, the waves were not stopped, the boat kept shaking, as if it was going to roll over in the next second, and cracks appeared on the solid wood hull one after another.

Qing Xuanzi's reaction was not slow, his heart was like stopping water, and the sword was infused with Neiyuan, although it was not as good as Xiao Shu's sword gang, but there was still a bright green glow flickering, it was really between life and death, the sword in front of him, except for the realm of Tianxuan, did not think about it, could it be blocked?