Zhonggu City is very large, from the Ignorance Inn to Ganquanzhuang is more than 1,800 miles away, and it took Rao Yi an hour to arrive at the speed of He Yi and the old man.

Ganquanzhuang is a well-known manor in Nancheng, and the owner of the village is an immortal at the peak of the gods. In Ganquanzhuang, there are three large active springs, one cool and one warm, and the three completely different natures are scattered in a garden that is only less than twenty miles in size, which is surprising.

Although Ganquanzhuang is a manor established by Mrs. Ganquan in her own name, there are many residents in it. In the courtyard pavilion of the water pavilion built on the basis of the three-eyed spring, there are still a large number of immortal cultivators and demon clans who live, among which there are strong ones, and there is no shortage of gods.

From the air, the manor is prosperous, and the buildings are scattered and scattered, which is very elegant.

The old man said goodbye and left after completing the mission of leading the way, and He Yi landed alone and walked towards the gate of Ganquanzhuang's classical mahogany.

As soon as he arrived at the door, a young man dressed as a small servant greeted him. He has a keen perception, and he can sense that this little guy is frivolous, and there should be no cultivation in his body. After expressing his intentions, the little guy looked at him strangely and said, "Uncle Jin often goes out, and the little one doesn't know if he is in the village." ”

It can be guessed that it should be out of the pit again.

"Do you know where he lives, and I can wait for him to come back. ”

"This ......" The little guy was a little embarrassed, and replied: "My lord, you don't know, Uncle Jin never allows us subordinates to talk nonsense about him, otherwise if he knows, with our identity, he will definitely be ......."

"Okay. ”

The golden eagle is really notorious, and the subordinates don't even dare to tell others about his residence, you can imagine its notoriety and narrow-mindedness.

"Shall I wait for him in the village?" He Yi asked again. Anyway, Ganquanzhuang is not big, and with his eyesight, as long as the golden eagle comes back, he should be able to see it.

"Yes. The little guy gave an affirmative answer, asked him to leave his name, and invited him in.

After entering the village, the little servant confessed and retreated, not daring to show him the way, only reminding him not to disturb the closed house and left.

He Yi walked alone on the quiet pebble path, with plantains on both sides covering the sun, magpie birds chirping, and the sound of spring water, which made people slow down and quietly experience this rare ease and tranquility.

Ganquanzhuang is not big to say, but when he walks through it as an ordinary person, he feels that this small manor is full of scenery every step of the way, and there is a sense of meaning everywhere. Not to mention the excellent match between the pavilions and the spring stream, just the pebble road that falls to the ground and can be pressed to the center of the foot with every step is exquisite. Seeing the subtle knowledge, Mrs. Ganquan, who built this Ganquan Village, must be a wonderful person who understands art and enjoyment.

After walking through a few sections of Jiaoyin Road and turning a few cloister bends, the scene in front of me suddenly changed, and it became a graceful and atmospheric Yaotai Palace in the center of the lake. This small lake is a relatively large place in the village, with a width of six or seven hundred zhang, and a narrow place of three or four hundred zhang. The lake is steaming with a faint heat, and the pieces are connected like thin clouds and fairy mist, and the artistic conception is ethereal. To the west of the lake, a waterfront promenade winds its way into the lake, leading to the palace in the middle of the lake. The palace is not big, because the warm lake is already small. But small but small, there is a jade wall on it, green jade covers tiles, white beads are strung into four curtains, and red plums are decorated on both sides. Standing by the lake, you can see the bright light of the Yao Palace swaying, and the dark fragrance of red plums is far away. The meaning of yearning arises spontaneously.

The beauty of the scenery and the wonder of the architecture of this Ganquanzhuang are the number one he has ever seen except for the Baiyun Immortal Palace.

At this time, an old man and a young man were toasting to each other on the stone table outside the palace in the center of the lake, and when he cast his eyes, the two of them also happened to look over, smiled slightly, and issued an invitation.

He Yi took a few steps around and walked onto the waterfront promenade, walking slowly towards the center of the lake.

The reason why I didn't fly directly over was because I was afraid of ruining the beauty of the tranquility of the place. Although Ganquanzhuang is not as dreamlike and immortal as the Dream Fairy River, this beautiful environment that originates from the world and is transcendent from the world makes him like it from the bottom of his heart. Whether it is seclusion or retreat, or enjoying old age, it is an extremely rare place.

After walking hundreds of steps up the cloister, he finally approached the palace and came to the stone table under the plum tree.

The red plum is beautiful. Delicate and moving, and there is no lack of dust, very tempting. He walked cautiously over for fear of crushing the red on the ground.

"Brother Tai is also a wonderful person. ”

The handsome young man smiled between his eyebrows. Seeing that he avoided the petals on the ground step by step, he praised it, turned over his hand and took a jade cup, and poured a full cup for him.

"It's a joke. He Yi shook his head and replied: "It's just an accident here, and the two of them are truly elegant people." ”

"Where, where. Leisure and elegance are not deliberate, and the little brother knows how to be 'slow', so he is a person in this way. The gray-haired old man stroked his beard and said.

"Slow?" He Yi was slightly surprised. Although Fang Cai walked very slowly, he did not perceive the meaning of 'slow'.

"yes. Slow. The old man smiled, clinked glasses with him and the young man, took a sip, and said: "Slowness is a kind of artistic conception and a habit, it comes from the heart of people, it cannot be forced, but it can be cultivated. With slowness, we can savor more artistic conceptions and touch more beauty. Enjoy slowness and enjoy life, so as not to waste the long life brought by this self-cultivation. ”

After saying that, the two looked at him together, waiting for him to respond.

He Yi held the wine glass in his hand, and suddenly didn't know whether to drink it or not.

Slowness, a kind of artistic conception, can make people calm down, to experience more things, to touch all kinds of beauty, to enjoy life, and to understand the omnipresent Tao?

What is the purpose of cultivating immortals? Is it to be admired by thousands of people? Or is it to fight invincible opponents all over the world? To sit on the beauty of the country? Or is it to prove something?

There are thousands of cultivators in the world, and everyone's purpose is not the same, so is there anything that immortal cultivators have in common?

Slow, slow down. Think about it slowly, realize it, cultivate those long years, and seek the ethereal Dao fruit, what is it for?

He Yi knew that he had cultivated unremittingly, and one of his purposes was to find Yun Xuan's reincarnation. But is there nothing else but that? He wants to be strong, he wants to be an amazing person. What can you do when you become stronger, what can you do when you become great? What can you get when you have infinite life and boundless power? Just a little satisfaction of the soul doesn't seem to be like this, right?

Among the thousands of monks, there are probably not many who have become stronger for the sake of becoming stronger. There are perhaps even fewer people who really know what they want.

Today, he met this old man and young man by chance, but a few words made him fall into reverie. By the time he came to his senses, the wine in the glass had slightly dissipated its aroma.

"What do you think of?" The old man asked.

“......”

He Yi looked at the cup in his hand, the wine in the cup, and was silent again.

After a while, he took a small sip.

The wine is slightly sweet in the mouth, sweet and spicy, and slightly smoky in spicy. However, it is only slightly smoky. Because of his reverie, the smell of wine has dissipated a lot, and it is no longer strong, nor is it lost in one's mind.

If the wine is stored in the cellar for a long time, it will become more mellow, but after pouring it out for a long time, it will gradually turn into clear water.

Is this slow?

It turns out that slowness is not only a kind of understanding, but also a kind of change. It's the same for yourself and for external objects.

He Yi couldn't help but smile.

Learning slowly is the beginning of all comprehension. Many things are not rushed, rather than being anxious, it is better to savor and look for it slowly. Perhaps the mood that has been precipitated for many years in the search will transform at the moment of finding it, and reap more and greater joy.

Five hundred years is not long or short, and he still doesn't know where Yun Xuan will be reincarnated in the future. If you look blindly, you will just scurry around like headless flies. Instead of this, it is better to try to slow down your mood and experience the mysteries of the Dao of Heaven and Earth first. Maybe the comprehension is enough, the cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, and it is easier to find her. Didn't it all be said in the novels of cultivating immortals, blind cultivation is useless, and in the end, you have to understand the way of heaven?

"Thank you both for your advice. He raised his glass to toast.

"Whatever you don't point, that's your own understanding. The two of us are just laymen. The old man replied. Both of them drank the contents of their cups at the same time.

He Yi could feel that the aura of the two of them was not strong, and it should only be the cultivation of the Jindan period. However, the realm of their souls was much higher than that of him, a cave cultivator.

With a deep sigh, he sat down.

The young man smiled and asked, "I haven't seen Brother Tai before, I don't know if you are staying in Ganquanzhuang, or are you here to find someone?"

"Find someone. He confessed: "To be exact, it's not a human, but a big demon." His name is Uncle Jin, and both of them must have heard of it. ”

"Uncle Jin?" Their expressions froze at the same time.

A bad feeling suddenly crept into He Yi's heart.

"Heh, hehe. Brother Tai, the family teacher is still waiting for the younger brother to go back to listen to the lecture, and the younger brother will leave first, and next time we have a fate to drink and enjoy the flowers together. ”

"Oh, I forgot when I woke up in the morning, my seven-year-old granddaughter is coming to see me today. Little brother, the old man will also go first, let's meet next time. ”

The two of them "remembered" that there was still something to be done at the same time, so they left quickly with Xiaoxiao, and after walking not far, they flew away.

He Yi watched in a daze, the old man and the young man who were still outside the world, and left in a panic, and the fear of the Golden Eagle Demon in his heart couldn't help but be a little heavier.

In a daze, he suddenly heard a loud "rattle" sound. When I looked up at the sky, I saw a beam of golden light flying down, and the position was impartial, just falling towards him!

[At the request of the blood-stained style in the book review area, I wrote an extra article, in the work-related, interested partners can take a look.] Declare in advance, I can hit me, but I am not allowed to slap my face!]