Amber leaned on the balcony, looking out the window at the night scene in a daze. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Ever since he learned of his biological mother's death, the black cat has been listless and has no interest in anything. Even the mandarin ducks looking for it to play with it, they ignored it.

There was the sound of the key opening the door outside, and the mandarin duck, who heard the movement, jumped off his small bed and went straight to the living room.

"yes, there's something to eat!" the mandarin duck was happy now.

Cui Peng put the box on the dining table, uncovered the lid, and said to the mandarin duck with a smile: "I'm sorry, it's a little late today." ”

The mandarin duck jumped on the table, looked at the amount and type of food, nodded with satisfaction, and said generously, "It doesn't matter. ”

The two brothers haven't seen each other since their altercation at KFC and Qiu Zhe. Cui Peng knew that Qiu Zhe was not angry with himself, but he just didn't figure out some things.

If he was angry, he wouldn't text him and would have to help take care of the mandarin ducks himself.

Cui Peng shook his head and stopped thinking about Qiu Zhe. There are some things that seem to have to be solved only by him.

And what about yourself?

Gao Yongxia's attitude towards him returned to his original indifference and politeness, with an expression of rejection thousands of miles away. For the first time in his life, Cui Peng felt frustrated and frustrated, and he was always conceited and intelligent, always thinking that he could easily see through and grasp people's hearts, and this imperceptible pride penetrated deep into his bone marrow and unconsciously affected his actions. However, Gao Yongxia was as smart as Cui Peng, he had insight into his calculations at a glance, and expressed his refusal with the most severe attitude.

Cui Peng touched his head, and a wave of chagrin came to his heart.

"Boom—"

The stars in the sky were obscured by dark clouds, and after almost a month of sunshine, at last on this extremely hot night, thundershowers fell.

Qiu Zhe stood on the top of Chixia Peak, looking down at the endless sea of trees below the mountain, as well as the city that never sleeps in the distance, and his heart was peaceful. In the dantian, a sword qi that was full of strength kept jumping, as if it was ready to turn into a dragon and fly through the air at any time.

For a month, Qiu Zhe worked day and night, taking the true fire of the sun, completely refining the Xuantie elite, and then using the Dan Dao secret method to gather qi to form, and finally refining this invisible sword qi. When the sword is baked, it is naturally sharp and ready to move. You have to wait for him to continue to sharpen with yin and yang, and the heat is enough, so that he can be restrained and send and receive from his heart.

The rain became heavier and heavier, accompanied by thunder after thunder. From the woods in the mountains, mud and sand mixed with rain are constantly rushing out. Qiu Zhe stood in the rain, and before the droplets of water could fall on him, they were evaporated by the blazing fire. This thunderstorm, which had been gathering for a long time, evoked memories that had been lurking in Qiu Zhe's mind for a long time.

Time suddenly rewinds to ten years ago, it was a spring, just after the sting, and the thunderstorms on the mountains were one after another. The sky was full of dark clouds, and the mountains were dark and unclear. A clear-looking Huangguan Taoist priest stood at the top of the mountain, with an offering table in front of him. The Taoist priest lit a furnace of incense, pinched the formula in his hand, and recited words in his mouth. When the rain fell three feet around him, it was blocked by an invisible barrier, and not a drop could be touched.

The thunder on the horizon lit up, followed by an earth-shattering thunderbolt. Thunder pierced the gray clouds and illuminated the entire heavens and the earth. As the Taoist priest chanted the mantra in his mouth, the surrounding void gradually condensed with thunder energy, from thin to heavy, and gradually swirled like a cloud.

The Taoist priest suddenly opened his mouth, and the thunder qi turned into a long rainbow and poured into his mouth, so continuous like a whale swallowing and cannibalizing, sweeping away the surrounding thunder qi.

The thunder is intermittent, the thunder is extinguished, and the figure of the Taoist priest is like an abyss in the thunderstorm. Round after round of thunder qi was swallowed into the stomach of the Taoist priest, and a layer of colorful light appeared around him, like a dream.

The rain dispersed and the clouds subsided, and the heavens and the earth returned to a tranquility. The Taoist priest closed his eyes tightly and breathed the fresh air after the rain evenly and regularly. In the distance, there were frogs chirping and birds singing in the branches.

In the canopy behind the Taoist priest, the young man was sitting precariously, his face as resolute as a stone. Whether it was the thrilling just now or the quiet and leisurely at this moment, it seemed that it could not control his emotions.

"Apprentice, you have to watch it. The Taoist priest suddenly opened his mouth, his voice was not loud, but it had a special penetrating power.

Without waiting for the young man to answer, he suddenly opened his eyes, raised his right hand, and said in his mouth: "Thunder." ”

The sky, which had been dark in the twilight, was suddenly illuminated, followed by a thunderclap, an unprecedented loud sound, spreading from the top of the mountain to the surroundings, and in an instant it seemed that the sky was falling apart.

Qiu Zhe woke up from his memories, looked at the continuous raindrops around him, a trace of pride suddenly arose in his chest, and as soon as his heart moved, a white light flew out of his air, slashing through the air like an arm and finger, and slashed straight at a boulder dozens of meters away, and suddenly cracked in response, splitting into two halves from the middle.

The white light flew up from the ground as if it were being manipulated, swirling in mid-air, and then crossed a distance, cutting off a large tree ten paces to the left.

The white light didn't seem to be satisfied, and it rose and fell in the surrounding void, slashing more than a dozen subjects in a row, and then Ming Jin withdrew his troops, circled and flew back to Qiu Zhe's side, and was swallowed by him in one gulp.

Qiu Zhe frowned, coughed a few times, and immediately coughed up blood. He knew that this was the sequelae of his eagerness, and he was injured by the qi of hardware, and he was afraid that he would have to recuperate after he went back.

However, he didn't care, the flying sword was still just a preliminarily formed sword fetus, and it was already as powerful. When one's own sacrifice is complete, so that it reaches the realm of divine light restraint and indestructibility, then it will be truly consummated, adding a great boost.

Qiu Zhe flew down the mountain, his figure rising and falling in the mountains and forests, and by the time he returned to the city, the rain had gradually stopped. The neon lights in the street market are flashing, and there is a constant stream of pedestrians coming and going. Qiu Zhe was in the sea of people, and suddenly felt an inexplicable melancholy.

Unconsciously, he walked to the bridge across the river, and looked at the endless river scenery in the past. The thunderstorm that has just ended washed away the fire that fills the city, and a cool breeze blows in the distance, making people's body and mind feel refreshed.

Not far in front of him, a couple were holding hands, leaning against the railing and grinding their sideburns. A shadow suddenly flashed in his mind, remembering Cui Peng's words to persuade him, but in the blink of an eye, the shadow burst like a bubble.

He shook his head, turned to look at the river under the bridge, and whispered, "Boring." ”

For Qiu Zhe, it is never easy to do two things. When he's focused on a goal, he's not interested in anything else. In the face of the supreme pursuit of the road of eternal life, his need for emotion has been infinitely weakened.

The experience of his youth made him immersed in his own world for a while, and his feelings for the same kind were originally very unfamiliar. Although this situation was eventually corrected, the impact on his personality continued throughout his life. He fears danger, hates betrayal, and is full of distrust of everything unfamiliar. He enjoyed reading Kafka's cave and felt empathy for the strange little creature in the text.

Whether it is Lin Meiqi's confession or Cui Peng's kindness. All of them gave Qiu Zhe a strange feeling. He likes order and regularity, and hates this kind of situation where things get out of control, especially feelings. Any feelings that are too strong will make him feel at a loss.

Looking at the turbulent river under the bridge and the flow of people on the bridge, Qiu Zhe suddenly had a feeling that he was out of step with the world around him, everything seemed to be far away from him, and the river scenery in the distance became gradually blurred.

"None of this belongs to me. A thought suddenly came to him.

Once again, my mind flashed to see the Master breathe thunder. In Taoist practice, Lei Fa is the supreme supernatural power. The ideal realm pursued by the Inner Dan technique is to refine the Dan internally and use it externally to become thunder. Cultivating to this point also means the sublimation of life forms: from an ignorant mortal to an independent immortal.

"There is a fish in the North Underworld, and its name is Kun. The Kun is so big that I don't know how many thousands of miles it is. Turned into a bird, its name is Peng. Peng's back, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is, flies angrily, and its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky. It is a bird, and the sea will migrate to the south. The Southern Hades, the Heavenly Pond also. ”

"The morning fungus doesn't know the obscurity, the cockroach doesn't know the spring and autumn, and this small year is also. There are spirits in the south of Chu, and five hundred years old is the spring, and five hundred years old is the autumn. In ancient times, there were people who had a big tsubaki, and 8,000 years old was the spring, and 8,000 years old was the autumn. This big year also. And Peng Zu has been heard for a long time, and everyone has matched him. It's sad!"

Qiu Zhe remembered that when he was a child, his master taught him to recite this leisurely journey. Now that I think about it, this is clearly a respect for the cultivation of the ancient saints. Compared with today's prosperous and impetuous world, Qiu Zhe yearns for the freedom to fly away from the sky and everywhere.

"It's time to leave, there's nothing I'm looking for. ”