Chapter 101： Source

Chao Chaoyang

The sword sword dance showed cold light, Jiang Hai condensed and cleared, and for a moment Pei Ziyun's sword stopped, exhaling deeply, and taking out the flute.

Xiao Di communicates with each other, and there is no big problem in blowing. With Pei Ziyun playing, the flute sounds gently, swimming in the quiet valley. The most strange thing is that the flute sounds seem to condense, and the heart of practicing sword kills gradually calms down.

"Soldier, murder weapon."

Pei Ziyun walked in the valley path, wearing a black wood crown, wearing a white gown, robes and sleeves, and crisp snoring. At this time, it was thick spring. Presumably, the capital was already a palace test. Last night a rain washed the valley fresh and the sunlight reflected. The road is decorated with flowers such as Dendrobium, Hemerocallis, and Mulberry. It is a picture.

At this moment, he thought secretly: "No wonder that Kendo is very inexperienced. This killing technique also consumes itself, hurts and hurts, and must be healthy to appease. After the Qingsong Taoist was 30 years old, he fell in love with Xiao Hua and gradually condensed and purified. Kendo goes one step further. "

"The Qingsong Taoist began with the killing, raised in Xiao, condensed in painting, entered the Tao with a sword, Xiao painting and sword are inseparable, so I inherited these."

I thought about it and glanced at it.

"Xiao Yi: Mastery."

"Painting: Mastery."

"Songfeng Sword Technique: Grandmaster (6.5%)"

"I have fully digested the experience of the Qingsong Taoist, and this is the only step." Pei Ziyun sighed, returned to the room, took the inkwell to grind gently, the calligraphy was patient, heart, and grinding was also refreshing. The blank, framed scrolls were paved, stained with ink, and thought about it.

After a while, I had a plan in my mind, and the capital itself had looked far into the mountains and saw the whole picture of the capital. The thought was to draw a stroke.

There is a flag on Wucheng. A group of people at the gate of the city are driving ox carts, a few donkeys are busy, and people in the streets are coming and going. An old man chases a rooster on the street, a hawker picks up a load, and Beijing is painted in a roll.

I miss, entrust, condense, and flow with the scroll, the sketch of the capital gradually draws shape, and I draw a little bit of what I see in the capital, and I want to live.

Pei Ziyun gradually invested, seems to have returned to the capital, strolling in the streets, the surrounding streets, and the crowd gradually concentrated.

Twenty-five meters of paper is prosperous. The city walls, canals, docks, and palaces are as small as a street vendor and sell goods. The flags on the shop are not bad. Just look at it and you can experience the capital.

"Ziyun!" Just listening to the sound, the door was not closed, Yu Yunjun said aloud outside the door, without a response, he looked inside, and a young boy was writing with a pen, or painting.

Yu Yujun was a little curious. She opened the door and came in. The room was clean and elegant. Pei Ziyun was behind a bookcase. There were many sutras on the bookcase. At this time, Yu Yunjun didn't pay attention to these, and looked at Pei Ziyun near the table.

A picture of the capital on the table is gradually perfecting, wide, majestic, detailed, and vast. It depicts a flourishing world and the bustling face, only dazzling. You can see the capital when you see it. Yu Yunjun can't help holding his breath. For fear of disturbing Pei Ziyun, he ruined this painting.

Yunyu Yun was born in a boudoir style. He is a family heir of poems and books. It can be said that when Pei Ziyun wrote, he was immersed in this way for decades, and he was shocked: "When did this apprentice even have Dan Qing?"

I watched closely, and Pei Ziyun was painting and smelled a scent of fragrance. At this time, I didn't move. I continued with the pen. Seeing this expression, Yu Yunjun watched intently.

As if it is upstairs, the indoor bronze lamp emits a soft yellow light, a striped reed mat is paved on the ground, the boy is sitting right north, and there is a wooden case in front of him. At this time, he writes a book and kneels on the side. Just looking at it, it seemed that I was already happy, joyful, and my heart was flat.

"Yu Lang!"

Yu Yunjun almost shouted. At this time, Pei Ziyun drew the last corner and turned around, but she turned back. He was not the person of the year. The deceased can never be found. Even if he is reincarnated, he has no memory. For a while, she suddenly rushed to her heart, settled down, and cleared her mood, and she was amazed: "Good painting, is this a painting of Beijing?"

Pei Ziyun put the pen aside, hanging the picture, and saluting, "Yes, Master, this is indeed what I saw when the capital was prosperous."

Listening to this, Yu Yunjun took a smile: "Ziyun, I always knew that you were a talent, and I saw many amazing things about you. Today I don't want you to show your first-hand painting skills again. This painting is really wonderful."

After listening to Yu Yunjun's words, Pei Ziyun also laughed: "Master, this has something to do with my kendo practice, Jian Lianzhi, Xiao Yangzhi, painting Ningzhi, I have understood the Samadhi among these trips, painting is condensed sword, The deeper the painting, the more solid the sword. "

Pei Ziyun then meticulously said: "My painting is not very strong, it can only be regarded as entering the room, but it is not a fire."

On the side of Yu Yuyun, listening to Pei Ziyun's words, he clapped his hands: "Ziyun, you already have the foundation of enlightenment with a sword. Even if you do n’t practice Taoism, you are afraid to enter it, but why do Taoists rarely use it?"

"Because this kendo is a way of killing, it is full of vitality and longevity, even if it cooperates with the internal cultivation to form a foundation, it is difficult to live long, you know, according to records, very few swordsmen have lived seventy?"

"That's why."

"I wanted to remind you that now you are raising Xiao and concentrating on painting, and you will have a lot of achievements in the future. You have discovered this drawback yourself."

Pei Ziyun was about to speak. Yu Yunjun said frankly: "The way of the Yin God is still taking care. This is the right way. Your master is more inclined to Taoism. I have nothing to teach you about Kendo. Just do n’t be late. The gate of heaven is serious. "

Listening to Yu Yunjun's words, Pei Ziyun thought for a while and smiled: "Thank you for your guidance, I understand that spiritual cultivation is the root."

"Kendo is the foundation of Taoism, and Taoism and spiritual wisdom are the foundation of longevity. Both are indispensable. Only when they are parallel can they live forever and be protected from disaster."

"It ’s really teachable, the two are fundamental, but how many practitioners ca n’t see through? Or they can only practice one end and obtain spiritual swordsmanship. A long life without internal cultivation will inevitably turn into ashes. In the face of humanitarian disasters, there is no foundation for protecting the path, and it will inevitably become a handful of loess. "

Pei Ziyun listened to Yu Yunjun's words, and felt the same. In the previous life, he deepened the stock market. This is the way to seek the way, to get a lot of wealth from the stock market. This is the way to get the way. It is very similar to the path of spirituality.

I will think of Song Zhi after a while. In the memory of the original owner, no matter how much happened, the head is partial. At this moment, he thought about it and hesitated.

When Yu Yunjun saw it, he asked, "What are you still thinking about? You might as well tell me something."

"Master, dare to ask, what is the relationship between Song Zhi and the head? Although they are masters and apprentices, but I can see that these two people seem to be special!" Pei Ziyun asked solemnly.

Listening to this, Yu Yunjun took a few steps before sighing: "You can also see that they are related. Although they are only mentors and apprentices, things have to be traced back to decades ago."

"The head of the gate is young and lonely. An elder of the gate brought him in. He is both a teacher and a father. He was raised and raised. In the end, he achieved outstanding results and became the head."

"The elder reluctantly cultivated the Yin god, but had no chance to pass it on, so he chose reincarnation and was searched by the head, which is now Song Zhi."

"The head went out to find Song Zhi personally, and the check was correct and included in the door."

只是 "It's just that although Song Zhi confirmed it, he didn't break the heavenly gate, he didn't become a **** of yin, his memory wasn't restored, and his temperament was different from before. When he was in charge, he just showed his affection to him."

"You were a father in the previous life, I am a teacher in this generation, it is not uncommon in Xianmen. It is not uncommon. If I am reincarnated and reincarnated in the next day, you will also need to protect me." Yu Yunjun said positively.

Pei Ziyun is Ming Wu. Masters and apprentices of Xianmen are more related. No one can guarantee enlightenment. This master and apprentice are closely related to each other. The current chief is: "If the Master comes to Japan in difficulty, the disciples must guard. Guide Master. "

Listening to Pei Ziyun, Yu Yunjun nodded, who can guarantee that he will never fall? With apprentices, you can get more care in the afterlife.

Pei Ziyun stood up and understood that the head and Song Zhi still had such a hidden inside story. No wonder the previous life to the end ~ www.novelhall.com ~ This head has strongly supported Song Zhi.

This is not only the respect and respect for Master's upbringing, but also the father's love for raising a child. It is no wonder that such complex emotions and constant renunciation.

I do n’t need to mention this topic, but Yu Yunjun sneered: "Although so, Song Zhicheng passed on the word, you ca n’t do it. The head is too much. Even if you have a personal relationship, you ca n’t cross the red line. But we have to fight too. You open the heavenly gate as soon as possible, and the head can no longer stop you from passing on.

"Huh, the head of the head is just an ordinary elder, not a legend. If he learned the current style, he would not be the head of that year." Yu Yunjun said, and he was resentful to the head.

When I heard this, Pei Ziyun laughed and said to Yu Yunjun: "I still have this inside story. I want to quickly break through the heavenly gate and reach the Yin God, and live up to the Master ’s wishes and compete with Song Zhi."

Pei Ziyun's voice just fell, a plum appeared in front of him, and quickly zoomed into a translucent data frame, a row of red letters appeared.

任务 "Mission: Break through the gates of heaven and accomplish the biography."

After listening to this, Yunyu Jun applauded: "You have this thought, and you are very satisfied with your teacher. I look forward to your day when you break through the gate of heaven. You are my only disciple, and my resources will be for you."

"It ’s just that you do n’t care. In fact, according to this method, you can do it step by step. Most of them can be rehabilitated. But breaking through the gate is not a matter of course. In fact, most disciples linger outside the gate for more than ten years. Only a few years have passed. "

I have the memory of the original owner. After listening to Yu Yunjun's words, Pei Ziyun thought for a while and smiled, "Master, I understand, but I will not miss the hope."

相信 "Believe me, the gate of this heaven is not difficult for me."