Plundering the Dao of the Immortal Journey Chapter 101: Source by
朝阳
The sword dance showed a cold light, and Jiang Hai was clear. For a moment, Pei Ziyun's long sword stopped, took a deep breath, and took out the flute to play.
Xiao Flute is connected, there is no big problem in playing it, playing with Pei Ziyun, the flute sounds tactfully, swimming in the quiet of the valley, the most peculiar thing is that the flute sounds seem to be condensed, and the heart of practicing swords gradually subsided.
"Soldier, a weapon of murder."
Pei Ziyun walks in the path of the valley, wearing a black wooden crown, wearing a white gown, robe sleeves fluttering, and the sound of clogs are crisp. It is already thick spring, presumably Beijing is already a palace test, and the valley was refreshed by a rain last night. , The sun shines, and the roadside dendrobium, daylily, mulberry and other flowers embellish it, like a picture.
secretly thought at this time: "It’s no wonder that there are few people with deep kendo skills. This killing technique also consumes oneself, hurts the body and minds, and requires health to comfort him. After Taoist Qingsong was 30 years old, he placed his affection on the two arts of Xiaohua and gradually condensed and purified. , In order to go further in Kendo."
"The Taoist Qingsong started from killing, raised in Xiao, focused on painting, and entered Tao with sword. Xiao painting and sword are inseparable, so I inherited these."
thought of this and glanced at it.
"Xiao Yi: proficient."
"Art of painting: proficient."
"Matsukaze Swordsmanship: Grand Master (6.5%)"
"I have digested all the experience of Taoist Qingsong, and it's only this step." Pei Ziyun sighed, returned to the room, took the inkstone and grind gently, calligraphy emphasizes patience, mind, and grind is also a tune. I took a set of blank mounted scrolls and laid them on it, moistened it with some ink, and thought about it.
After a while, I had a plan in my mind. Jingcheng himself had seen the whole city from a distance and saw the entire city. This thought made me paint.
There is a flag on the city, a group of people at the city gate are driving an ox cart, a few donkeys are making a noise, and the streets in the distance are crowded with people, an old man is chasing a rooster on the street, and a hawker is carrying a burden, painted by Beijing Into a roll.
Missing, suing, and cohesive, flow along with the picture scroll, and the sketch map of the capital gradually formed, drawing out what I saw in the capital bit by bit, and I wanted to live.
Pei Ziyun gradually became involved, as if returning to the capital city again, strolling through the streets, and the surrounding streets and crowds gradually condensed.
The five-meter paper is prosperous. The city walls, canals, piers, palaces, as small as a street vendor and selling goods, the flags on the shop are not bad, just look at it and you can experience the capital.
"Zi Yun!" Only listening to the sound, the door did not close, Yu Yunjun called out the door, but did not answer, he looked inside, a young Pianpian was writing or drawing with a pen.
Yu Yunjun was a little curious, pushed the door open, and the room was elegant. Behind Pei Ziyun was a bookcase with many Taoist scriptures. At this time, Yu Yunjun didn't pay attention to these, and approached Pei Ziyun and looked at the table.
A picture of the capital city on the table is gradually perfected, broad, majestic, detailed, and vast. It depicts a prosperous time, prosperous, and it is only dazzling. You can see the capital when you see it, and Yu Yunjun can’t help it. I stopped breathing for fear of disturbing Pei Ziyun and ruining this painting.
Yu Yunjun is a young lady, heirs of poetry and books in the family. It can be said that seeing Pei Ziyun writing, Wan has been immersed in this way for decades, and is shocked: "When did this fellow even have this kind of atmosphere?"
looked closer, Pei Ziyun smelled a scent of fragrance while he was painting. He didn't move at this time and continued with the pen. Seeing this expression, Yu Yunjun looked at him intently, just in a daze.
seems to be upstairs. The indoor bronze lamp emits a soft yellow light. There is a bordered reed mat on the ground. The young man is sitting north, with a wooden table in front of him. At this time, he is writing a book while he is sitting on his knees. On one side, just staring attentively, it seemed that he was already happy, happy, and calm just like that.
"Yu Lang!"
Yu Yunjun almost yelled out. At this moment, Pei Ziyun drew the last corner and turned around, but she recovered. He is not the same person, and the deceased will never be found again, even if he is reincarnated. Without memory, she rushed to her heart in a daze, calmed her mind, and cleared her mood. Then she admired: "Good painting, but this is a painting of the capital?"
Pei Ziyun puts the pen aside, hangs the picture, and salutes: "Yes, Master, this is indeed what I see in the prosperous capital, and I made it with feelings."
Hearing this, Yu Yunjun smiled: "Ziyun, I have always known that you are a great talent. I have seen many amazing things about you. I don't want you to show off your painting skills today. This painting is really wonderful."
Hearing Yu Yunjun’s words, Pei Ziyun also laughed: "Master, this has something to do with my kendo practice. Sword training, Xiao Yangzhi, painting Ningzhi, I understand the samādhi during this trip, and painting is to condense. Sword intent, as deep as the painting, the sword is more condensed."
Pei Ziyun said in detail at this time: "My painting is not very strong, it can only be regarded as a hallway, but it is not as perfect."
Yu Yunjun listened to Pei Ziyun's words and clapped his hands: "Ziyun, you already have the foundation to enter the Tao with the sword. Even if you don't practice Taoism, you can enter the Tao if you are afraid, but why are the Taoists in the past few times to enter the Tao?"
"Because this swordsmanship is the way to kill and kill, it will hurt your life. Even if you cooperate with the foundation, it will be difficult to live long. Do you know that according to the records, few swordsmen have lived through 70?"
"That’s why."
"Originally, I wanted to remind you that now you are raised by Xiao and focused on painting, and you will achieve limitless achievements in the future. I have discovered this drawback by myself."
Pei Ziyun was about to speak, and Yu Yunjun said: "The way of Yin and God is still training. This is the right way. Your master is more inclined to Taoism. I can't teach you kendo, but don't be too late. Fa, opening the heavenly gate is serious."
Listening to Yu Yunjun’s words, Pei Ziyun thought for a while and smiled: "Thank you, Master, for your guidance. I understand that practice is the root."
"Swordsmanship is the foundation of protecting the Tao, and Taoism and wisdom are the foundation of longevity. Both are indispensable. Only when the two are in parallel can they be seen for a long time and be free from disaster."
"It’s really teachable. The two are the fundamentals. How many practitioners can’t see through? Either they only practice one end and seek spiritual swordsmanship. The longevity without internal breath will inevitably turn into ashes. If only the Tao is cultivated Fa Linghui, encountering humanitarian disasters, without the foundation of protecting the Tao, it is inevitable to become a handful of loess."
Pei Ziyun listened to Yu Yunjun’s words and felt the same. In his previous life, he had a deep knowledge of the stock market. This is to seek the truth. Obtaining a large amount of wealth from the stock market is a way of gaining the Tao, but without the foundation of protecting the Tao, he eventually became a trader of a large organization. How similar the wedding dress is to practicing Taoism, I have feelings.
After a while, I will think of Song Zhi. In the memory of the original owner, no matter how many things happened, the head was partial. At this time, I thought about it and hesitated.
Yu Yunjun asked when he saw it: "What is on your mind now? Why don't you tell me about it."
"Master, dare to ask, what is the relationship between Song Zhi and the head? Although they are masters and apprentices, I can see that these two people seem to be special!" Pei Ziyun asked solemnly.
Hearing this, Yu Yunjun walked a few steps before sighing: "You can see it too, their relationship is only a master and apprentice now, but things have to be traced back to decades ago."
"The head was young and lonely. It was an elder of the school who took him in. He was both a teacher and a father. He was raised and brought up. In the end, his excellent grades came to the fore and became the head."
"This elder reluctantly cultivated the Yinshen, but he was not destined to pass on, so he chose to reincarnate and was sought by the head of the family, who is now Song Zhi."
"The head personally went out to find Song Zhi, and it was verified to be correct and included in the door."
"It’s just that Song Zhi confirms it, but it doesn’t break through the gate of the heavens and it won’t become a yin god. The memory has not been restored, and the temperament is different from before. The head of the sect is to keep the kindness on him."
"You were a father in the previous life, and I am a teacher in this generation. This is not uncommon in immortal gates. If I am reincarnated in the future, you will also need to protect me." Yu Yunjun said with a serious face.
Pei Ziyun is Ming Wu, immortal master and apprentice, more relevant, no one can guarantee enlightenment in one life, these masters and apprentices are closely related to the temperament, entanglement among them, the current chief: "If the master is in trouble in the future, disciple Must support and lead Master into the Tao."
Listening to Pei Ziyun's words, Yu Yunjun nodded. Who can guarantee that he will never fall? With apprentices, you can get more care in the next life.
Pei Ziyun got up and realized that the head and Song Zhi still have such hidden inside stories. No wonder the head has been supporting Song Zhi from the past life to the end~IndoMTL.com~.
This is not only the respect and love for the upbringing of the master, but also the father's love for raising a child. Such complex emotions and constant separation, it is no wonder that this is the case.
This topic doesn’t need to be mentioned, but Yu Yunjun coldly snorted: “Although this is the case, Song Zhicheng’s diary, you can’t, the head is too much, even if you have an affair, you can’t cross the red line. I’ve told you The patriarch’s report, but we also have to strive, if you open the heavenly gate as soon as possible, the head will no longer be able to prevent you from becoming a descendant."
"Hmph, the headmaster was just an ordinary elder, not a successor. If he followed his current style, he wouldn't be the headmaster." Yu Yunjun said, resenting the headmaster.
Upon hearing this, Pei Ziyun burst into laughter and said to Yu Yunjun, “It turns out that there is still this inside story. Contention."
Pei Ziyun just finished speaking, and a plum appeared in front of him, and it quickly zoomed in to become a translucent data frame, with a line of red letters appearing.
"Task: Break through the heavenly gate and achieve succession."
Yu Yunjun applauded after hearing this: "You have this mind, and I am very satisfied with the teacher. I look forward to your breakthrough day in heaven. You are my only disciple, and my resources will be tilted for you."
"It’s just that you don’t care about it. In fact, follow this method and proceed step by step. Most of them can be cultivated to the eighty-nine layer. However, breaking through the Tianmen is not a matter of course. In fact, most of the disciples have been outside the Tianmen for more than ten years, or even for life. Master, I have only broken through for a few years."
has 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 live up to expectations."
"Trust me, this heavenly gate, I can't be troubled yet."