Chaoyang

The sword dance showed cold light, the rivers and seas condensed in clear light, and Pei Ziyun's long sword stopped, let out a deep breath, and took out the flute to play.

The Xiao flute is connected, and there is no big problem when playing it. When you play it with Pei Ziyun, the flute sounds are melodious and wandering in the quiet valley. The most peculiar thing is that the flute sounds like it will never disperse, and the solemn and murderous heart of practicing swords gradually calms down.

"Soldiers are weapons of murder."

Pei Ziyun walked in the secluded path of the valley, wearing a small black wooden crown, a long white gown, a graceful sleeve, and a crisp sound of clogs. It was already spring, and it was probably the capital city was already a palace examination. Last night, a rain stormed the valley fresh, and the sun shone, and the street side of the dungbodies, daylily, mulberries and other flowers were decorated with pictures.

At this time, I thought to myself: "No wonder there are few people with profound sword art. This killing technique also consumes oneself and harms one's body and spirit. You need to maintain health to comfort yourself. After the age of 30, Taoist Qingsong devotes his love to Xiaohua and gradually condenses and purifies it to go further in the sword arts."

"The Taoist Qingsong started with killing, nurtured by Xiao, condensed by painting, and entered the Tao with swords. Xiao paintings and swords are inseparable, so I inherited these."

Thinking of this, I took a look.

"Xiao Yi: Proficient."

"Painting skills: proficient."

"Songfeng Sword Technique: Grandmaster 6.5"

"I have digested all the experience value of Taoist Qingsong, and it has only reached this point." Pei Ziyun sighed, returned to the room, took the ink inkstone and gently grinded it. Calligraphy emphasizes patience and mind, and grinding is also a tuning of spirit. After taking a blank framed scroll, spread it on it, dipped ink, and thinking about it.

After a while, I had a plan in my mind. I had also looked at the mountains from afar. Seeing the whole picture of the capital, I started to draw the whole thought.

There are flags on the city, a group of people driving ox carts at the city gate, a few donkeys are making noise, and people are coming and going in the distance. An old man chases a rooster on the street, and a hawker carries a load, and the capital is painted in a volume.

Missing, sustenance, condensation, flowing with the scroll, the schematic diagram of the capital gradually outlines and forms, drawing out what you saw in the capital bit by bit, as if you were about to come alive.

Pei Ziyun gradually became involved, as if he had returned to the capital again, strolling through the streets, and the crowds of people gradually condensed in the surrounding streets.

The prosperity on the five-meter paper is unusual, including city walls, canals, docks, palaces, as small as a vendor and selling goods, the flag-raising in the store is quite different, and you can just look at it and experience the various things in the capital.

"Ziyun!" Only the sound was heard, and the door was not closed. Yu Yunjun shouted outside the door without answering. Then he looked inside. A handsome young man was writing or painting.

Yu Yunjun was a little curious and pushed open the door and came in. The room was elegant. Behind Pei Ziyun was a bookcase with many Taoist scriptures on it. At this time, Yu Yunjun did not pay attention to these things, but approached Pei Ziyun and looked at the table.

A picture of the capital on the table is gradually perfect, wide, majestic, detailed, and vast, depicting a prosperous era, with prosperity coming towards you, and only dazzling. You can see the capital as if you see it. Yu Yunjun couldn't help but hold his breath, for fear of disturbing Pei Ziyun and destroying this painting.

Yu Yunjun was a lady from a noble family and was passed down from his family's poetry and books. It can be said that when he saw Pei Ziyun writing, he felt like he was immersed in this teaching for decades, and he was shocked: "When did this disciple even have this atmosphere in his painting?"

Looking closer, Pei Ziyun smelled a faint fragrance as he was painting. He didn't move at this moment and continued holding his pen. Seeing this expression, Yu Yunjun was intent on watching it, and he was in a daze.

It seemed as if it was upstairs, the bronze lamp in the room emitted a soft yellow light, and a striped reed mat was laid on the ground. The boy sat north, with a wooden table in front of him. At this time, he was writing and writing, and he knelt on one side, just looking at it intently, as if he was already happy, happy, and calmed down.

"Yu Lang!"

Yu Yunjun almost shouted out. At this time, Pei Ziyun drew the last corner with one stroke and turned around. But she came to her senses. He was not the person he had back then. The deceased could never be found again. Even if he was reincarnated, he had no memory. He suddenly rushed to his heart, calmed down and calmed down her mood. She then exclaimed: "Good painting, is this a painting in the capital?"

Pei Ziyun put the pen aside, hung the picture, and saluted: "Yes, Master, this is indeed what I did when I saw the prosperity of the capital."

Hearing this, Yu Yunjun smiled: "Ziyun, I have always known that you are a talented person. I have seen many amazing things about you. Today I don't want you to show off your painting skills. This painting is really wonderful."

Listening to Yu Yunjun's words, Pei Ziyun also laughed: "Master, this has something to do with my sword practice. Sword refinement, Xiao Yangzhi, and painting condensed it. I understood the samadhi of this trip. Painting is to condense the sword intent. The deeper the painting is, the more condensed the sword."

Pei Ziyun said in detail at this time: "My painting is not very strong, it can only be considered as entering the hall, but it is not yet perfect."

Yu Yunjun listened to Pei Ziyun's words and clapped his hands: "Ziyun, you already have the foundation of entering the Tao with swords. Even if you don't practice Taoism, you may be able to enter the Tao. But why are Taoists in all dynasties rarely entering the Tao with this?"

"It is because this sword art is a way of killing. It is strong in energy that will cause longevity. Even if it is developed in cooperation with the foundation, it is difficult to live long. Do you know that according to records, few swordsmen live past seventy?"

"That's why."

"I originally wanted to remind you that now you are nurtured by Xiao and condensed by painting. Your future achievements are limitless, and you have discovered this disadvantage myself."

Pei Ziyun was about to speak, but Yu Yunjun said righteously: "The way of Yin Shen is still nourishing the body. This is the right way. Your master is more inclined to Taoism. I have nothing to teach you about swords. But don't be too late for Taoism. Opening the Heavenly Gate is the right way."

Listening to Yu Yunjun's words, Pei Ziyun thought for a while and smiled: "Thank you for your advice from Master. I understand that practice is the foundation."

"The sword path is the basis for protecting the Tao, and the Tao Dharma and spiritual wisdom are the foundation of immortality. Both are indispensable. Only when the two go hand in hand can we live forever and avoid disasters."

"It's really teachable. Both are the foundation, but many practitioners cannot see through it? Either they only practice one end and seek spiritual swordsmanship. If they have no internal breathing, they will inevitably turn into ashes. If they only practice Taoism and wisdom, encounter human disasters and no foundation for protecting Taoism, they will inevitably become a handful of loess."

Pei Ziyun listened to Yu Yunjun's words and felt deeply the same. In his previous life, he was deeply involved in the stock market. This was seeking the Tao and gaining a lot of wealth from the stock market. This was to attain enlightenment. However, without the foundation for protecting the Tao, he eventually became a trader of a large institution. He was so similar to practicing Taoism. He felt moved.

After a while, I remembered Song Zhi. In the original owner's memory, no matter how much happened, the head of the sect was partial. At this time, he thought about it and hesitated for a moment.

When Yu Yunjun saw this, he asked, "What are you still worried about now? Why not tell me."

"Master, I dare to ask, what is the relationship between Song Zhi and the leader? 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 that their relationship is, although they are just masters and apprentices now, the matter will be traced to decades ago."

"The head of the sect was young and lonely, and it was an elder of the sect who took him in. He was both a teacher and a father. He raised him and finally stood out as the head of the sect with excellent grades."

"This elder barely practices the Yin God of Taoism, but he has no chance of being a direct descendant, so he chose to reincarnate and was searched by the head. He is the current Song Zhi."

"The head of the sect went out to find Song Zhi himself, and the verification was correct and included in the door."

"It's just that although Song Zhi confirmed this, he would not become a yin god without breaking the sky gate. His memory has not been restored, and his temperament is different from before. The head of the sect is to return the kindness to him."

"You were your father in your previous life, and I was my teacher in this life. There were many such incidents in the immortal sect. This is not rare. If I was reincarnated in the future, I also need you to protect my Taoism." Yu Yunjun was just saying.

Pei Ziyun is the only one who understands the master and disciple of the Immortal Sect, and it is even more related. No one can guarantee that he can achieve enlightenment in his lifetime. The master and disciple are closely related to the entanglements, and he bows his head now: "If the master is in trouble in the future, the disciple will definitely protect him and lead him into the Tao."

Listening to Pei Ziyun's words, Yu Yunjun nodded. Who can guarantee that he will never die? With an apprentice, he will get more care in the next life.

Pei Ziyun got up and understood that the leader and Song Zhi had such hidden inside information. No wonder the leader supported Song Zhi strongly until the end of his previous life.

This is not only respect and love for the master's raising, but also fatherly love for raising a child to grow up. Such complex emotions are endless, no wonder this is the case.

There is no need to mention this topic, but Yu Yunjun snorted coldly: "Although this is the case, you can't do it. The head of the sect is too much. Even if you have an affair, you cannot cross the red line. I have reported this to the ancestor, but we have to be successful. If you open the Tianmen as soon as possible, the head of the sect will never stop you from becoming the sect."

"Hmph, it turns out that the head of the sect is just an ordinary elder, not a direct descendant. If he learns his current style, he would not be the head of the sect back then." Yu Yunjun said, feeling resentful towards the head.

When Pei Ziyun heard this, he burst into laughter and said to Yu Yunjun: "It turns out that there is still this inside story. I want to quickly break through the Tianmen and achieve the Yin God, live up to the Master's wishes, and compete with Song Zhi."

As soon as Pei Ziyun finished speaking, a plum blossom appeared in front of him and quickly enlarged, turning into a translucent data box, with a line of red characters emerging.

"Task: Break through the Tianmen and achieve the original teaching."

Yu Yunjun applauded after hearing this: "You have this idea and are very satisfied with your teacher. I look forward to you breaking through Tianmen for one day. You are my only disciple, and my resources will be tilted for you."

"You just don't be careless. In fact, according to this method, you can practice it step by step. However, it is not natural to break through to the Tianmen. In fact, most of the disciples have been wandering outside the Tianmen for more than ten years, even for life. Even Master, I have only made a breakthrough for a few years."

With the original owner's memory, after listening to Yu Yunjun's words, Pei Ziyun thought for a while and smiled: "Master, I understand, but I will live up to what I hope."
Chapter completed!