Chapter 220: The Lantern Festival outside the tenth, one thought heart and no bounds (2)

Any one, self-denial.
If "Wuji Power" is the medicine to remove the seven emotions, "Qiangonggong" is the Gu that planted the three poisons.
Duan Qing is now difficult to control, and Xuan Su is still suffering from "Qiangonggong". Using "Wuji" to make them self-denying and self-cultivating is only useless.
Duanya suddenly understood the feeling of Su Qing at that moment.
He thought so much, but he did not expect Xuan Su's answer alone.
The young man has no past, and the present and the future are in the Taishang Palace. He has been chasing the shadow of Dianya, using it as a beacon, dreaming of becoming a person like him.
Xuan Su said he wanted to be the head of the Taishang Palace like him, and he couldn't help but laugh. He felt that he was not at all terrible. He was a thousand miles away from the top of the sky. If he really had any advantages, he would probably be worthy of this life.
He did not start, but lifted the sword out of the Forgetting Peak.
(six)
As the saying goes, "It is better for a strong man to let nature go." Rather than just using "Wuji" to press their hearts and minds for the rest of their lives, for the rest of their lives, it is better to let them know the truth and seek the way.
This is the last method that Duanya thought out. Although he took risks, he thought that the two exercises had similarities and differences, and it was still feasible.
However, there is only the "Qiangong Gong" mentality in the Taishang Palace, but its martial arts are no longer there. Even Duanqing only learned three or two moves under the chance, not to mention Xuan Su. If you want to get the entire set of Wudian rehabilitation "Qiangong Gong", you can only work from Helian Yu.
It is not the first time Duanya has seen him. From Mu Yanan in that year to Helian Yu today, the changes of a person are very different, but Duanya does not care.
There is a host of grievances and retribution, and these are not within the reach of the end of the world. Provoking anger is also deaf, and all he wants is the martial arts of "Qiangong Gong".
Dongji Jiqing Yan Xiuxing orthodox martial arts in the Taishang Palace, but this time he did not use "Wuji" to fight the enemy, but used gossip and two ritual arrays and swordsmanship to fight with his demolition. Even if Helian Yu gradually saw through his intentions, he was also Confinement can't get away in the sword formation, only one battle to the end.
He saw every move he took on the sword, and he remembered every wound that fell on his body. There was no pen and ink here, but he was more memorable than black and white on the paper.
When he wrote down his last move, he was almost unable to take the sword. The eight channels of the odd scriptures were almost broken, so Duanya Jian took the slant, cut his neck with a backhand against the sword, and flew back at the same time. Get out of the battle circle and run around.
But he did not expect to meet Zhao Bingmo at the end of the narrow road.
That letter of communication was Zhao Bingmo's love for returning to him, and now he is blocking the way to seek the debt that prevented him from breaking the temple door and forcing her down the mountain.
She was so clear that, as she used to be, she could see that some things were unrecognizable, and some things were consistent.
Duanya wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and supported it with a sword. Hearing Zhao Bingmo asked, "Daoist, I have a question for so many years. Can you tell me?"
"You said."
She lowered her eyes: "Is that you who revealed my identity and broken my way forward and broken my dream?"
"With your temperament, I will still ask for exit, but I would like to thank you for the trust you still have in me." Duan Ya smiled slightly and shook his head. "At first, although I knew your identity, I was not optimistic about your future, but Since we intersect, there is no reason behind stabbing. "
"If so, why are you stopping me?"
Duanya stopped talking.
He remembered the two people who were cut open by a temple door that year, and remembered the years when they walked side by side. Their thoughts were divided into two. One was a monk who was still in the ancient temple, and the other was cold. Woman.
He finally just said: "There is no reason, it should be so."
After all, the broken mirror is difficult to complete, and it can never go back to the past, nor can it be changed later. Since I didn't say it before, I'm just saying nothing more.
Zhao Bingmo didn't move the knife. She cut off one of his ribs with one palm, and she broke all the grudges.
"There is a fast horse under the mountain, let's go." Zhao Bingmo passed him, "Don't come here again, don't make friends with people like me ... Dao Chang."
"Slow down." Duanya stopped her. "Have you ever had a child?"
Zhao Bingmo's pupil shrank, and the thorn he had just put up stood up again.
She has a sensitive mind, and naturally has not missed the word "Zeng", but everyone in the Soul Palace knows that her son, "Zhao Qing", is wandering around in Lingling with her. How can Duanya say such a word?
"What do you mean?"
"Seven years ago, I had infiltrated the Zongling Ridge for some reason, and was catching up with the Civil War in the Soul Palace. I rescued a child under the rock pile." Duan Ya handed the long-lived lock to his hand She breathed a sigh of relief, "I saw this thing, and I guess it was your child. I wanted to save him and sent him to reunite with your mother and son, but I didn't expect there to be a" son "in the funeral palace ... There is no entanglement in this, and I do n’t know what you plan to do, and I ca n’t bear the child to return to the quagmire in such a state, leaving him in the Taishang Palace as my apprentice. "
Zhao Bingmo's unrelenting complexion shattered when she took the lock of longevity.
She shook her hand, almost dropped something on the ground, her lips moved, her look changed, and finally she stumbled and asked a sentence: "You ... what are you saying ?!"
"His name is Ji Yunshu, Xuan Su, the fifteen-year-old, half of his left face is burned, but the rest of his face has your shadow." Duan Ya looked at her. True Qi suffered from madness, so I took him to Xichuan to find Sekong to seek medical treatment. Now he is no different from ordinary people. He can read words and characters and learn truth, and martial arts swordsmanship also grows quickly ... Do you want to see him? "
Zhao Bingmo gritted his teeth, his voice trembling: "I ..."
"I tell you, because you are the mother of life, you should have the right to know his whereabouts, but ..." Duanya coughed a few times, "I am the teacher of his profession, and since I taught him to adopt him, Responsible for him. If you want to see him, you can go to Taishang Palace at any time, but if you want to take him away, you have to see what he means. "
After a while, Zhao Bingmo said in a dumb voice: "I ... I will visit him."
Duan Yamei moved: "You don't want to take him away?"
"If it is as you said, he is very good in the Taishang Palace, and here ... there is already a 'Zhao Qing'." Zhao Bingmo took a deep breath, and if he swallowed a knife, it hurt all the internal organs, People also soberly calmed down, "I didn't take care of him back then, not worthy of being a damsel, how can I pull him back into Longtan Tiger's Cave now?"
"Hellian doesn't care about him?" Duanya had heard the rumours of Zhao Bingmo and Helianyu from the demonic population. Originally, it was their flesh and blood, but now it seems that there are articles.
Zhao Bingmo narrowed his eyes: "Why? As soon as the Master heard that this was Helian Yu's flesh, he refused to raise the devil's child?"
Duan Yadao: "The blood of my parents is determined by the heavens, but the future of life depends on myself. I used to save him for no reason. I taught him just because I should, and his flesh is irrelevant to me. As a master, as long as you remember him It ’s my disciple, just know how to teach him well. "
When Zhao Bingmo heard the words, he sneered suddenly for a moment.
"Helian Yu ... he, what is he? It's also suitable to crawl my bed and let me have a baby for him?" She glanced at the bird of prey, "I have only loved a dead bald donkey in my life, even if he went up After Xitian became a Buddha, he had to go to the eighteenth level of with me. "
Love is so extreme that it becomes obsession, and love is deeply attached.
Duanya's heart jumped sharply, watching her go away from the back, and suddenly she was indifferent.
(Seven)
After Duanya went back, he was ill for a long time before he could barely resume his operations.
When he was recuperating, Xuan Su wandered around him like a kitten all day long. He was so annoyed that Duan Yi wanted to throw it out, except Duan, who was busy with his schoolwork. He was so stupid that he touched his ears quickly because of the hot pot of the medicine pot, he couldn't help but want to shake his head-this kid didn't learn the shrewdness of his mother at all, but he was more stupid than the elm of Sekong.
After the initial shock, in fact, it was more obvious. After all, he knew Zhao Bingmoo and Sekong so well. Although the truth was unexpected, it was reasonable.
But in the final analysis, he never cared about entanglement, but asked himself.
That night, Duanya went to the wall of guilt and opened the moment of the broken dragon stone. The people inside did not take advantage of the opportunity to rush out, and everything died as silent.
During this time, Duan Heng delivered water and food items. Looking at his appearance, Duan Qing was fine. Duanya walked all the way to the inside and saw a young man with white hair meditation meditating on the stone bed.
Compared with the appearance when he was just locked in, Duan Qing looked a lot quieter, as if he had returned to normal, but when he opened his eyes, there was still blood in his face.
He said coldly: "Your face is ugly, your steps are vain, you are seriously injured and your foundation is damaged."
Duanya didn't feel offended. He sat on the stone bench and smiled: "What else do you see?"
"where did you go?"
Duanya didn't lie to him: "Burial Soul Palace."
Duan Qing said indifferently: "You didn't let me go to death, but you went instead."
"Wrong, I want to do what I should do." Duan Yadao, "I got the" Thousand Tribulation Gong "martial arts code, but I have never practiced this method, and I can only recover it if I give it to my brother. This book, then managed to match it with "Wuji". "
Duan Qing looked at him firmly.
"The true qi in your body is out of control, two-pronged approach is the only way, and my apprentice Xuan Su is also troubled by this hidden danger. Only in this way can he be stabilized." He Lianyu is fighting, this person's practice in "Qiangong Gong" has become fascinating, and few people on the rivers and lakes can be enemies with it. Even if you can win him, you can't kill him. It will do. "
Duan Qingdao said: "Are you fighting for your life for these reasons?"
"At that time I promised Master to look at you well, but you don't have to worry about it at all; later I took an apprentice, but it was as troublesome as you ... But no matter how you are, I am an irreplaceable person, I am as happy as my ears. "Duan Ya chuckled," Brother, how do you think Brother has lived in this life? "
Duan Qing said mercilessly: "It's worthless to do more business."
"Yes, that's right." Duanya laughed instead, reaching over his strand of white hair, "This is how I live."
Duan Qing was stunned.
"Do you remember when I was little, I asked what you will do in the future?" Duan Ya stared at him. "You said 'be a master-like person'. I always thought you were pursuing strength, until I asked Xuan Su a few days ago. With the same answer, you know that what you are asking for is not strength, but a way of life and a destination that you can live in peace and have no regrets. "
After a pause, he asked softly, "Do you want to know Brother's answer?"
The blood in Duanqing's eyes moved.
"I always feel that there are too many things in this world that are unsolvable and too many people are difficult to say, and even the sky can't be counted as the creation of everything, so ..." he laughed. "Instead of asking for heaven, ask yourself instead, Wishers ... "
His fingers slowly moved down, and he nodded hard in Duanqing's heart
"The world is boundless and you can go with your heart, with a wide variety of expressions and Xu Xing. Even if all living beings are laughing and amusing, the word Dadao is not enough."
(Eight)
Dianya is getting old very quickly.
His injuries were too difficult to cure, and damaged the foundation, and he gradually lost his foundation. A man who had been more than ten years old grew up in just a few years. When Xuan Su grew into a young man in Yushu, he was dying late.
At the end of the winter of that year, he was bedridden, but still leaning on the bed to tune the Xuan Xinqin, and his fingertips made intermittent sounds. It was not smooth as usual, but he could hit the bottom of the heart.
Many people realized something from the sound of the piano. Duan Heng even ran to Houshan to open the wall of guilt. After Duan Qing cleared the customs, he went to the Bullscream Academy, and then sat in his house for a long time. He talked to him a lot about things, such as the years, such as love and hate, but the clear responses were almost like he was singing a one-man show.
"You are dying." Duan Qing finally said.
"Sister Brother, you can talk easily by talking like this." Duan Ya smiled a little. "It's a matter of life and death, but it's actually fate, but it's just a step first. What's the fuss?"
Duan Qing looked at him quietly and repeated: "Go?"
"Yeah, aren't you all going from one step to the other, whether you are old, sick, dead, or withered?" Duan Yayang threw his hand away. The Taiji jade, which had been treasured for many years, fell in Duanqing's hands. You're leaving, you should take it. "
Duan Qing silenced for a moment, put away Yu Pei, and said in a deep voice: "I will give it to Xuan Su at the right time."
"Don't kill him," Duan Ya emphasized, "Duan Heng was not scared by you before, but Xuan Su is different from him, and you are kind."
Duan Qing didn't speak, got up and tucked him into the corner, looked down for a long time, and suddenly said: "Brother ..."
Duanya coughed twice and quipped: "Why, be coquettish?"
A cool hand fell on the corner of his eyes, Duan Qing was still expressionless, but his voice was very light, and he spoke slowly: "Since you said that life and death are like gathering together, then ... Reunited in the afterlife, you are at ease with you as a teacher, I'm Xuxing on Brother Avenue. "
Duan Ya burst into tears, grabbed his hand and squeezed hard, saying, "Okay, I'm sure, I'm not allowed to regret it."
Duan Qing left the house and the person who came in was Xuan Su.
He has experienced panic and nervousness for days, and finally he can barely accept the fact that Master is about to die. He endured not crying, but his eyes were all red. He was like a poor kitten when he was lying on the edge of the bed.
Duanya remembered the secret letter he sent to Sekong, and he didn't say it when he reached his mouth, but rubbed his hair.
The silly boy picked up by him at that time has now grown into an adult. Duan Ya is always nagging that he is simply silly and not worrying. In fact, he is more satisfied with him than anyone else.
Although Xuan Su is good but not clumsy, everything has its own ruler in his heart, which has overcome all the instructions, and the rest is useless, waiting for him to experience and understand.
Therefore, Duanya rarely did not nag him, but asked: "Chunmei on the mountain, opened it?"
"The one in front of the courtyard is already about to open."
"What about snow?"
"The branches pressed a little frost."
Duanya smiled and said: "Then the relationship is good, you go to pick some plum snow, cook a pot of" Spring Snow "in a small stove."
Xuan Su was a little ignorant. Although he didn't have much involvement in the tea ceremony, he had never heard of such a cooking method. However, he had been obedient to Master, and now he would not be rebellious.
He hurriedly grabbed a teapot, just ran to the courtyard and pushed open the door, and suddenly heard a muffled noise coming from the back room, very light, as if something fell to the ground, but it hit him with a thump , Tell him to be struck by lightning.
Xuan Su could hear that it was the sound of Xuan Xinqin lying on Duanya's ground.
At that moment he wanted to turn around and run back, but was stopped by Duan Qing who didn't know when to stand behind him.
Duan Qing said lightly: "Turn your head and take a look at what he said before spring."
Xuan Su looked back, staring at the plum tree in front of the courtyard.
Bo Xue pressed the branches, but there was a little red in the hoarfrost, which was the first spring plum blossomed quietly.
The creation is speechless but affectionate.
All living beings come from everywhere and go away, so life is not only a starting point, death is not just the end, but there is a heart of snow before the spring, even if there is no end to the sea, there are also free flowers.
Fusheng is boundless and at ease.
Note: From: Liu Yi's "Painting"
Note 2: From Zhang Weiping's "New Thunder"