Cloud Cliff Pavilion, a green shadow stands with a negative hand, look at it, but see the mountains surrounding, a pool of clear water, clouds cover the fog, the smoke and water are leisurely, in the canyon under the cliff, the smoke is unpredictable, as if a pair of light gauze curtains, rough mountains, steep plank road, exquisite beauty, painted into a wonderful landscape painting, the clouds come to the mountain better, the clouds go to the mountains picturesque. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Qingjin has returned to Huashan for more than a month, and after the prince Zhu Houxi and Lu Shan's affairs were told to the master Ning Zhongze, he has also successfully entered the outer gate of Huashan, and everything has been arranged properly.

Qing Jin has been leisurely these days, his martial arts at this time has been completed, the foundation is extraordinary, so that he does not have to practice hard every day as before, he is a lot more leisurely, and he will take a little time to guide the prince and Lu Handle every day, and the rest of the kung fu is mostly dancing and dancing swords, tasting music and rhythm, and reciting a few volumes of ancient books......

When the mood comes, they will also wander around in the mountains, drink some mountain streams and sweet springs when they are thirsty, pick some mountain vegetables and wild fruits when they are hungry, or catch some pheasants and hares-like small beasts and make tooth sacrifices, and be at ease.

In this way, it is comfortable and natural in the mountains, not burdened by the world, seeing the changes in the smoke and clouds, the white horse passing through the gap, a somewhat restless heart, gradually becoming peaceful, in this leisurely state of mind, his own understanding of martial arts is also one step closer.

At this time, Qing Jin gradually retracted his gaze, picked up a volume of Daozang from the stone platform of the Cloud Cliff Pavilion, paced slightly on the edge of the cliff, and studied carefully, these are all hidden in the secret room of Huashan, which is a unique book with a history of hundreds of years, and there are many autographed notes by Chongyang real people on it, which are difficult and bitter, quite boring, but there are many mysterious and deep places, savor them carefully. But he felt that the words were so righteous that people couldn't help but indulge in them, and they couldn't let go of the volume.

Qingjin finished reciting a book, but felt that what he said in it, the more he tasted it, the more it was charming, and he closed his eyes and realized it for a long time. Only then did he slowly open his eyes, put away the scroll, and his body moved, slowly drifting towards the bottom of the cliff.

At this time, it is the height of summer, Huashan is the same as in the past, the peaks and peaks between the mountains are connected, undulating, twists and turns and steep plank roads, as if silk ribbons are wrapped between the green mountains and green waters.

Youngsters stroll along the mountain trails. His steps were strange, as if he was strolling in a leisurely garden, doing whatever he wanted, and his movements seemed to be extremely slow, but his body was like a breeze wandering leisurely in the mountains, drifting back and forth, one moment here, the next moment suddenly somewhere else.

Mountains and forests are lush and bamboos are cultivated. The rosin fragrance bursts into the hearts of people before you know it. Qingjin walked in the mountains for more than half an hour, and then thought about the cliff......

In the past month, he has spent a lot of time walking around in the mountains every day, although he did not deliberately, but the large and small places in Huashan also let him swim, and he did not see the half-clone figure of the clear wind. On that day, the wind Qingyang once said that if there is a fate in the future, there will be a day of goodbye, but it can be seen that he is not avoided, or he does not know where he lives, and is he thinking about the cliff?

The youth is very fast. Half a pillar of incense kung fu to the cliff, at this time it is the middle of summer, the scenery on this peak is extremely beautiful, the trees are verdant, lush, but the cliff is still bare, not an inch of grass grows, in contrast, it looks extremely strange.

Although Huashan has been passed down from generation to generation, Siguo Cliff is chosen here, because there is no grass and no trees here, almost extinct birds and beasts, when the punished disciples face the wall and think about it, they will not be disturbed by foreign objects.

Martial arts practice to a high depth, when the teacher of the world, realize the rising and setting of the sun, the wonder of all things, on weekdays, we must be close to nature, accompanied by plants and trees, and birds and beasts and songs, so that gradually understand the law, improve their own state of mind, in this thinking on the cliff to realize, but not as good as a beautiful mountain and clear water, beautiful scenery.

Of course, Qing Jin also knows that this is because his martial arts have been completed, and he no longer needs to bury his head in penance, but for those who have not achieved martial arts and are still taking root, they can't restrain their thoughts and have nothing to spare.

Qing Jin entered the entrance of the cave, and the secret cave engraved with the Wuyue Sword Technique had been very tightly disguised, and he did not open it in, but stared at the slippery big stone next to his feet, which was where the disciple sat when he was thinking about it.

The stone wall on the right side of the big stone is engraved with the words "the wind is clear", the iron hook is silver, the pen is tall and vigorous, half an inch into the stone, its ingenuity is breathtaking, when he first saw these words, it seemed to see a wonderful swordsmanship, had savored it for a long time, and saw it again at this moment, still felt that it was exquisite......

Qingjin stared blankly for a long time, and suddenly his heart moved, using his fingers as a sword, and he gestured up, only to see his fingers move, and Li Qingjin wrote out the three words.

His pen is smooth, as if the wind and snow dance, the clouds and water, each of these three words is like a swordsmanship, including a number of changes, seemingly minimalist, but the charm is very subtle, it feels extremely easy to break, but if you really want to break, there will be a sense of no way to start.

Qing Jin wrote in his hand, but he tasted the beauty of the three words on the stone, he did not deliberately imitate, but according to what he thought in his heart, according to the mysterious artistic conception in his heart, his subordinates were like a stream, and he wrote it homeopathically......

He is sometimes fast and slow, sometimes hesitant, sometimes stagnant, sometimes vigorous and vigorous, sometimes clear and elegant, but every time he writes, it seems to be the same trajectory, but the artistic conception is always different, and gradually he wrote it over and over again, these three words are turned over and over, dense and dense, integrated, the handwriting is getting bigger and bigger, the movement is getting faster and faster, and then it opens and closes vertically and horizontally, full of energy, and the sound of breaking the air is endless, as if there is really a long sword.

The more Qingjin wrote, the more hearty he became, and he wrote for more than half an hour, and suddenly he only heard a clear voice, only to see his fingers suddenly draw on the stone wall in front of him, and his fingers fell like a sword, as fast as a shock, only to see the stone powder flying, Li Qingjin's three big characters iron hook silver stroke, breaking out of the stone.

Look carefully, these three words in one go, far-reaching, its momentum is flying and domineering, the edge is exposed, as if it really wants to break through the wall and fly out, so that people can see it, they will feel that the sword intent is pressing, sharp and unruly, just in line with the Dugu Nine Swords, there is no attack, no retreat, fierce and fierce momentum......

He finished writing in one go, tasted it for a while, nodded slightly, obviously satisfied, his body moved, and in a few flashes, he had already reached the peak of the Jade Maiden.

Qing Jin dusted off his sleeves, stood on the cliff bank with his hands, let the mountain wind blow, the green robe swayed, his temperament was dusty, the divine light was restrained, between the movement and static, the law was strict, looking at the green forests in the mountains, the small river under the mountain was meandering, and he secretly wondered in his heart, the wind was not here, and he didn't know where he lived...... (To be continued.) )