The wind blows through the bamboo forests. The stone path down the mountain was sprinkled with dead leaves, and a thin layer was piled up on the ground.

The sun was still hanging above the clear sky, and the sound of feet stepping on dead leaves and falling bamboo echoed in the empty mountains from time to time. There were very few pedestrians on the road, only two. In the westerly sun, two long figures were pulled.

And there is only one rhythm of footsteps echoing in the mountains...

A figure hurried down the mountain, the owner of the footsteps. The other figure must have stopped moving, and he stopped halfway down the stone path, presumably waiting for the two figures to overlap. The sound of hurriedly stepping on the leaves is getting closer and closer, and the footsteps are still the same rhythm, getting closer and closer, just when they are about to meet.

The figure of the person who stayed moved!!

He galloped down the hill to the figure, his left foot not falling, and his right foot rose again, like a volley stroll. On the way he ran, the branches and leaves were splashed all over the sky as if they had been hit by a huge wave.

It's very close, only two feet! The running figure turned into a fist, and the fist turned into a wave of qi, rolling up the branches and leaves in the sky and rushing down the mountain with the waves.

"Sea...!!" The air wave swept through the dead branches and yellow leaves and rushed over the descendant, blowing his hair and green shirt to fly wildly behind him.

The dead branches pierced his sleeves, the yellow leaves cut off a few strands of his hair, and the wind blew him so hard that he couldn't help but squint.

The wind stopped, the people who went down stopped the mountain, and the people who went up the mountain stopped. The fist stopped in front of the man's eyebrows, and did not touch him a little. It's just that the sleeves are torn and a few strands of hair are broken, but there is no damage other than that.

"You're not afraid of death?"

"Afraid"

"You're not afraid now?"

"Don't be afraid"

"Why?"

"You're not murderous"

The people who went down the mountain were Xia Xun who wanted to return to the east of the city. The person who went up the mountain is Luo Jue, and his fist is also Luo Jue's, and he is still arrogant. The corners of his mouth turned up, and he felt a little angry...

"I hate your calm look!!"

"Why not be calm?"

Luo Jue retracted his fists and took a step forward, just like the scene before Jinglou. Stared at Xia Xun with his arrogant eyes. Word for word: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

"You just owe me a favor," Xia Xun was still calm

Luo Jue was slightly stunned, it seemed that Xia Xun was a little speechless for this reason. He thought for a moment and squinted: "It is said that you are from the north?"

"Now that you know everything, why bother. Xia Xun looked at each other playfully.

Luo Jue grinned at the corners of his mouth, and said slowly with hatred: "I can't imagine that someone is prouder than me"

"I just wanted to find something, I didn't have any other ideas..."Xia Xun showed a hint of a smile and continued:

"So you can go back..."

“......”

Xia Xun's words were very profound...

Luo Jue was speechless for a while, and his eyes couldn't help revealing extremely complex emotions. It's arrogance, it's surprise, it's doubt...

Xia Xun saw that he didn't answer, so he was speechless. He took a small half step to the right, brushed Luo Jue's shoulder, and continued to walk rapidly down the mountain.

"Have you read all those books?"

Xia Xun had already walked out of a distance, and Luo Jue asked again.

Of course, the books he was referring to were not the few books that Bai Xiu asked him to find, but whether he had read all the books that Xia Xun had flipped through in the previous half month.

Xia Xun didn't look back, and still walked down the mountain in a hurry.

The sound of "skimming" came back from a distance

“......”

The wind, with the dead leaves sprinkled.

Only a lonely figure was left in the stone path.

A jujube pony runs away from the bottom of the mountain...

On an ordinary pavilion connected by the mountainside plank road, there stood a Confucian and a girl by the window, both wearing gray linen robes.

The Confucian scholar was around fifty, holding the ink jade bamboo slip in his hand and looking at Shi Dao, slightly surprised: "It's really out of the body..."

The girl is Bai Xiu, at this moment her eyes are full of anger that can kill, and she clenches her fists: "What is out of your body! Don't tear up the topic!"

"What do you say?" the Confucian man's voice was small but natural, as if the bamboo leaves in the mountains were fluttering in the wind.

"Give me back the white jade!!" the voice was very loud, and Bai Xiu shouted

The Confucian man's expression was a little innocent: "You found the book yourself?"

Bai Xiu made a thief's heart, and his eyes fluttered around, "You... You...!That's what I'm looking for!!" There was a little hesitation between the words

"What is the table of contents in the third chapter of the Hundred Herbs Catalogue?"

"I... I... I don't care! You said that as long as you find it, you will return the white jade to me!!" Bai Xiu said as if she was unreasonable and coquettish.

"Bai Yu is on the second floor, you can go and find it" After finishing speaking, the Confucian man jumped forward and jumped out of the window directly. Like a big bird, he slid down to the bamboo forest in the air and stepped on the bamboo.

After the Confucian jumped out of the window, Bai Xiu stayed for a while before reacting.

"You actually threw the white jade to the second floor!!" After a shout, countless pen, ink, paper and inkstones were thrown out of the window, and the sound of broken porcelain and bamboo cracking echoed in the mountains for a long time.

night

The wind is the coolest in autumn nights, and it is more refreshing to blow through the stream, and it is refreshing to soak the feet in the stream.

In the Yuheng Courtyard, the dolls in the two adjacent courtyards were playing around the watermelon and the big fat together, to be precise, they were playing with the watermelon that Chen Suixin gave to them.

Not far away, Xia Xun was soaking in the stream at his feet, and Chen Suixin, the dean of Yuheng, was sitting, both of them looked at the group of dolls playing with them. The teapot on the stove was not yet boiling, and the tea in the two porcelain cups had been cooled by the autumn wind.

"Brother Xun, I see that watermelons have extraordinary potential in cultivating and refining weapons. Look at the seven-star sword formation in his hand, I have only been teaching him for a few days, and he has already played it very dexterously. Dean Chen looked at the watermelons in the group of children stupidly.

The watermelon clumsily danced the one-in-one seven-star sword, and he should have liked the flash on the sword very much, dancing wildly in the night, like a drunken firefly.

"Uh... Is it?" a little baby danced with a big sword, which could be said to be dexterous by Chen Suifeng, and Xia Xun didn't know how to answer his words.

Dean Chen continued: "It would be better if the watermelon could inherit my mantle, although this seven-star sword array has not yet been born, it is also a matter of time. I could tell that the sword formation also liked the smell of watermelon. ”

"The watermelon is still young, let him choose it when he grows up. Is this good?" Although it was a question, Xia Xun said it very definitely.

Dean Chen was not displeased, and continued to ask with a smile: "Don't look at the young age of the watermelon, you and I both know that his heart is very clear." It's not good to suppress his cultivation all the time. Do you think we can let him wash the marrow later?"

"Dean Chen wants watermelons to participate in next year's Yueyang Spring Outing?"

Dean Chen scratched his cheek embarrassedly, "Maybe you won't be able to get the ranking, but it's always good to have a long experience." ”

Xia Xun seemed to see through Dean Chen's thoughts, and didn't ask, and said, "Let's press for a while, we are helping him wash the marrow before the beginning of spring." When the time comes, I will prepare the medicine for washing the marrow. ”

This month, in the same courtyard, Dean Chen often communicates with Xia Xun. Gradually, I also knew that Xia Xun's knowledge was not shallow, and I faintly felt that Xia Xun surpassed Lu Suifeng in terms of intellectual knowledge. I lost the disdain I had at the beginning. Slowly, I also admired Xia Xun. As for Xia Xun saying that he wanted to prepare a marrow washing prescription for watermelon by himself, he had no objection. Said with a smile:

"Okay, good, no hurry, no hurry. Not in a hurry for these months"

The two continued to chat for a while, and the dolls gradually became sleepy. The two of them sent the dolls back to their respective rooms one by one.

After sending the doll, Xia Xun sat cross-legged on the bed and meditated with his eyes closed after washing it.

He tried to drive more of his consciousness into his hands as he did last night. Although he had an experience, the expelled divine consciousness still touched the barrier that covered the sky from time to time, making him break out in a cold sweat from time to time.

It's just that the situation seems to be a little different today, every time he uses tenacity and perseverance to drive his divine consciousness to his left hand, on the way to his left hand, his driving consciousness is like using a bamboo basket to draw water, and before he reaches his left palm, it is all lost and disappears. The right hand passed through it very smoothly, but when dozens of divine senses reached the right palm, they were instantly absorbed by the divine consciousness that was integrated into the right palm yesterday. And that consciousness has not changed......

is enduring severe pain and unwillingness. Xia Xun tried again and again to drive more of his mind consciousness into his hands with perseverance. Without exception, the divine consciousness of the left hand leaked halfway through. The consciousness of the right hand went to the palm of the hand and was completely digested......

Eventually, I was tired or fainted. Xia Xun sat cross-legged and fell asleep.

It's hard to do two things, and it's even harder to do three things.

The "Divine Consciousness Interpretation" said that it was all kinds of use, even Xia Xun, after yesterday's pain, thought it was pure nonsense.

In that book, there was a Taoist master who read that book, and he left this essay on the page: "There is no one to give birth to, one can give birth to two, and if two can give birth to three, it can be infinite." It's just that one human heart can give birth to two, and two cannot give birth to three. It is only because of Tai Chi Wuji, Yin and Yang are restrained by each other, and the mutual birth is Tai Chi Wuji. ”

This passage is actually very simple, which means that you can have two minds, one is yin and the other is yang. But there can be no third heart. Because the third heart is the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

Maybe Xia Xun is so unbearable and delusional because of the essay left by this master. To pursue the third heart...

However, Xia Xun overestimated himself too much this time, although he had read books for fourteen years, which made his mind much stronger than ordinary people. But it's too far from that realm......