Seeking the Dao in the Seemingly Mundane Mortal World Chapter 492: Don’t be interested in Zizaidongtian

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In the depths of the cave, there was a faint dragon roar, a crisp sound of fighting with vigor.

Qin Yi unarmed Li Qingjun's gun, and the two have already done a hundred moves against each other.

The spear light rushed forward, Qin Yi pushed his palm sideways, with the tip of the spear slant across his side, and then arched his shoulders and pushed it over.

Li Qingjun pushed a palm on his shoulder, but couldn't bear to work hard and was arched back. But at the same time, a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

There seems to be a **** and soul into a sword, shooting straight out.

Qin Yi's soul transformed into the sea, and the sword plunged straight into it, splashing the soul sea for a while, but finally disappeared without a trace.

The faces of both of them were pale.

Qin Yi really marveled at Li Qingjun’s good fortune—Wu Xiu’s physical body and spirit system have always been very partial. Compared with Tengyun's practice on the five-layer bone-forging, the energy intensity can be higher than that of Tengyun six or seven layers. Even if the strength is at most two or three floors, Tengyun is great, so it can often leapfrog combat, and it is often played to death in certain aspects. In order to solve this problem, Penglai Jiange deliberately created the inheritance of the sword seal, but this is after all a foreign object, not self-cultivation.

But being so forced by the female ghost, Li Qingjun's spirit at least has the power of Tao Xiu's Tengyun pinnacle, but her most concealed and powerful assassin.

My own soul-forging system in the ninth chapter of Cultivating the Origin of Chaos is actually on par with her.

It can be foreseen that for a long time, Li Qingjun’s spirit will be stronger than actual practice. After all, the spirit of female ghost is close to Qianyuan, and Li Qingjun is likely to be able to reach Qianyuan unimpededly in this system, and practice physically. Not necessarily to keep up.

"Speaking of our own practice, don't touch your dreadful sword, it's very dangerous." Qin Yi rubbed his head and complained a little.

Li Qingjun whispered apologetically: "I am not in control yet, I wouldn't have been so sharp."

"So you need to practice more with me, right?"

"Uh..."

Qin Yi hooked up and smiled: "Come again!"

Li Qingjun looked slightly annoyed: "So careless, be careful and really stabbed you!"

"Poke."

"Look at the gun!"

The spear light came back, but it was already soft by three points.

Qin Yi grabbed the handle of the gun sideways, dragged Li Qingjun straight into his arms, and then pushed it forward a few steps, pushing it all the way to the side of the cave wall.

Li Qingjun leaned against the wall and looked up at him.

Qin Yi stroked her right hand slowly with one hand, took off the gun and was still on the side, bowed his head and kissed.

Li Qingjun closed his eyes and met.

This kind of "pair training" has lasted for several days, and it becomes like this at the end of every day...

She gently pressed Qin Yi's hand on her belt, and whispered: "Senior sister is still there..."

"She is painting a scene of hundreds of flowers in the Spirit Medicine Garden, not so fast."

"Then...then hurry up."

"It's going to be hard...Look at the gun!"

"Um..." Li Qingjun turned around, put his hand against the wall, and bit his lower lip tightly.

The practice of hardship and hatred is never what Qin Yi wants. If it is normal, it will make both parties addicted to it. It can teach both sides to dry up their bones, let alone any practice. Fortunately, Shuangxiu Gong is for this preparation. Not only do they do things that do not hinder the practice, but long-term harmony can be mutually beneficial.

Just don't end up forever.

It should be retreat and retreat, it should be paired, when it is time to reconcile yin and yang, there is nothing to be hypocritical.

When it's time to play the piano, enjoy the flowers, chant the wind, and make the moon, it will also clear the mind.

This is practice.

Qin Yi's seclusion practice is like this. If he can follow this template, let alone a few years, he would be happy to stay for thousands of years.

Compared to the house, who is afraid of who...

…………

"The Sound of Flowing Water" gently echoed in the cave. On the edge of the pool, Ju Yunxiu set up a pavilion and was playing the piano.

Since the secluded island was hit by Li Qingjun with Qin Yi, Ju Yunxiu has also been trapped in a long-term battle and escape expedition. It has been a long time since he had such a comfortable life.

She also likes this kind of tranquility, or she takes her children around the world to watch the landscape of the world freely, and to understand the spirit of Taoism, it is not suitable for getting into a fight.

Now finally returning to this situation, her heart is more comfortable and relaxed than Qin Yi and Li Qingjun.

It seems that the practice is not as good as Li Qingjun's hard work, and he is always sleeping in Fuqin, painting and painting. In fact, this is her practice. In this regard, she and Qin Yi have always had a common language.

It is a friend.

A ray of flute sound is mixed into the sound of the piano, and then entangled and surrounded, reconciled, regardless of each other, turning the monotonous solo into a symphony of chorus.

Ju Yunxiu raised his head, Qin Yi leaned against the entrance of the cave, leaning against the flute.

The two looked at each other for a while and both smiled.

If you say "love", the relationship between the two of them may not be as strong as a young man, but this kind of heart that commits literary and youthful diseases together and is always accompanied by friends is the biggest special between the two.

This is a true couple.

In the increasingly utilitarian fairy family, the state of mind that should have been normal is really not much.

Even in the Ten Thousand Ways Immortal Palace, there are not many...Most of the people in the Immortal Palace are "too vulgar." Such an awkward petty bourgeoisie like Juyunxiu is really hard to find.

After playing a song, Ju Yunxiu pressed the strings with his hands, and said with a smile, "Have you finished your practice with your princess?"

The word "dialogue" is very hard bite, and the irony in it reaches the sky. Qin Yi's face was already thick and embarrassing, and he walked over with a dry cough and sat side by side with her.

In addition to the guqin on the stone table, there are also scrolls on which are painted hundreds of flowers and tea. The flowers bloom brightly and the tea is charming and vivid. Qin Yi laughed: "Looking at the paintings of the senior sister, I always feel that there is another piece of tea coming out of it."

"This is painting, not infused with spirit." Ju Yunxiu gave him a white look: "I think you want a lot of tea."

"No, no, one is enough." Qin Yi said, putting his hand around her waist.

Ju Yunxiu didn't make any money, turning his head to look at his profile: "You haven't learned painting for a long time. Do you just give up?"

Qin Yidao: "The interest is still there, but now I choose to become utilitarian. I know that there will be no achievements in painting in the short term, so I won't spend my thoughts here. The only things that can move my mind are favorable situations. ."

"Although you know that you are under a lot of pressure and need utilitarian benefits, your mood is calmed down and it is useful to practice." Ju Yunxiu said: "From the very beginning, what you learned about flute and painting was not their combat power. It’s about feeling the mountains and rivers and washing the soul. This is also true today. When you pick it up again, you should not abandon it."

Qin Yi got up and said: "Senior Sister said yes."

Ju Yunxiu smiled and said: "Will you split your mind and soul?"

Qin Yi laughed: "How easy is it... People themselves are complicated. If you have a temperament label, it is not Qin Yi, but the person in the painting."

Ju Yunxiu thoughtfully: "If the person in my painting can be so complex and diverse, it will be great."

Qin Yi spread out an empty drawing paper and smiled: "Sister, teach me?"

The two are close to each other, Qin Yi draws a pen, Ju Yunxiu's hand is lightly pointing, and he is quietly pointing.

The fragrance lingers on the tip of the nose, the sweet words are soft on the ears, and the red sleeves are added, and the sky is free.

Qin Yi feels relaxed and happy, consciously drawing a bit more diligently.

He painted the cave sky, rugged cave walls, clear water and clear pools. Ling flowers and green grass, light breeze comes slowly.

Ju Yunxiu was also very satisfied, and said with a smile: "Can there be poems?"

By questioning, she also moved away a little quietly.

After so long, I feel a little bit worried...I really don’t know how Qin Yi can paint well.

Qin Yi turned to look at her faintly flushed face, and smiled: "There are words, true Taoist words."

Ju Yunxiu became curious: "Oh? Write it down."

Qin Yi waved a few strokes, brushing the dragons and snakes: "The sky in the cave is full of spring, and the chaotic mountains show a thousand piles of brocade. The clouds gather and rain, the dawn is light, the blue sky is horizontal, and the sky is horizontal. Sleep."

"..." Ju Yunxiu's expression became redder, and said, "Are you sure you are writing about this fairy cave sky?"

"Why not? This was not written by me, but by a Taoist man named Changchun Zhenren."

"No matter what the Taoist person, the taste from your writing is very strange!"

"It's not pure, Sister Sister." Qin Yi blinked, put down his writing brush and whispered in his ear: "What kind of cloud collection and rain did you think of?"

Ju Yunxiu leaned back, Qin Yi continued to press on, and unknowingly lay down on the edge of the lake, turning into a cross on the edge of the lake, letting go.