Vol 5 Chapter 1: Upper city night

A bright moon is reflected in the well.
Yan Shangdu, next to the water well of Xian Fuzong, Zhang Yi is slowly resting, pressing the right shoulder with some swelling and pain.
The water is not difficult for him to be a practitioner. It is just that there are too many differences between the roads in some places in Xianfuzong and the roads outside. In those places, the water is still more than the ordinary people on the mountain. It is much harder.
"Why are you not upset?"
A familiar voice was introduced into his ear, and he knew that it was Su Qin.
He slowly turned to {small} and said that he was going to see the three men in the night, and he was puzzled.
Su Qin looked at him coldly, stood at the end of the well, and then repeated it again: "Why are you not upset?"
Zhang Yi is a bit stunned, but out of courtesy, he should still say: "Why am I sad?"
"You are also the best in the Aries Cave, the most favored by the teachers. In the Lushan Swords Club, you also have the opportunity to learn from the Shaoshan Jianzong. It is also outstanding in the entire Changling, but here, you are here. It’s not inflows. It’s just this month, you are punished for seven times.

Su Qin sneered and said: "The people who started with you, the worst have entered the third hall, but you don't even understand the meaning of the first hall, you don't tell me you are not upset."
Zhang Yi finally understood, but his gentle face did not change much, but he was convinced that Su Qin could not understand himself.
He knows the gift very well, but for Su Qin, who can't understand himself, he knows that there is no use for more words, so he keeps talking.
Sometimes people like him are only gentle silences, and in some people's eyes they are contempt and resistance.
Su Qin looked at him, his brow slowly wrinkled.
"Look at this sign."
He slowly said to Zhang Yi: "This is one of the 30 symbols of Xian Fuzong."
After saying this, his left hand is moving.
A few whispers sounded from the wooden bucket next to Zhang Yi.
Zhang Yi glanced at the bucket and then turned to look at Su Qin's left hand. He was shocked and his face was white.
The water in the bucket next to him did not move, but there were several cracks on the barrel, and water slowly flowed from the inside.
Su Qin’s left hand is still weird and twisted. It is still a waste hand that can’t hold the sword again in this life. However, Zhang Yi clearly perceives that the meaning comes from his left hand.
Looking at Zhang Yi's slightly white face, Su Qin smiled happily. "The stone of his mountain can be used to attack jade. The twisted flesh and blood can not be applied to the sword, but it can give a different meaning, can you Understand the feelings of the dark flowers?"

Congratulations.
Zhang Yi said.
He already dislikes Su Qin, even if the other person used to be his respected younger brother, but his current congratulations are still very sincere, because he thinks that if Su Qin is blessed by misfortune, this waste hand can make him show more Awesome meaning, then he will have less hatred for his favorite younger brother.
It’s just that he is still too kind, or is not enough to understand people like Su Qin.
Su Qin listened to his congratulations, and his smile gradually disappeared, eventually turning into a cold sarcasm.
"Now the emperor is in this bucket. When you pick up the mountain, the water will miss half. So you will double the water than before."
"Even if you keep picking from now on, you have to pick up the middle of the night to the middle of the night. Your early morning test will be weak and you should not pass... Then you have to continue to bear the water."
"You said that you are not sad. But I have been unable to pass these two buckets of water and these mountain roads, but I don't believe you are not upset."
After the irony of these words, Su Qintou did not return and left.
Zhang Yi still can't understand Su Qin.
However, he did not go to the division commander for this.
He felt that it was meaningless to argue for such a thing in order to pick up some water and go to the teacher of Xian Fuzong.
It’s just that time will be a lot more cramped.
So he no longer rested and began to continue to bear the water.
The clear well water continues to penetrate along the gaps of the barrels, dripping, and falling on the mountain roads with some moss.
Su Qin said it was good.
On the moon, he has not finished the water.
His two shoulders were already red and swollen, and the high bulging, not to mention the pole, even the contact of the clothes, the weight of the clothes made him feel the pain.
His footsteps are getting heavier and heavier.
It was heavy and it shattered some dry moss on the mountain road.
The water drops on the barrel and the sweat on his body continually spilled, infiltrating many dry places on the mountain road.
He is still insisting.
The face is gentle and not intolerant.
But all of a sudden, his eyes were full of shocked look.
He saw a lot of weird silver light.
The silver light is very weak, coming from the dozens of stone steps on the mountain that make him feel difficult to walk.
These faint silver rays emanate from the dry moss, and the silver light of each stone step eventually formed a mysterious character in his eyes.
He still has difficulty understanding the specific meaning of these characters.
Because he can't understand it, he naturally looks at the most representative shape of these characters.
Looking at the shape of these characters, the real elements that are suppressed by the weird forces emanating from these stone steps in his body seem to naturally flow in the body along with the shape of these characters, forming a weird cycle.
The real element in his body began to flow slowly.
His real element began to flow under the shackles of several times his strength.
The real yuan can flow and can be used.
The water on his shoulders, under the support of his real yuan, began to become powerless.
Then Zhang Yi’s breathing paused and his mood became more and more shocked.
The characters formed by the silver light emitted from these stone steps obviously form a practice of real yuan circulation.
And with the power of these steps, he can feel that his true element is slow, but it is like grinding many parts of his body, making some qualitative changes in his body.
This true Yuan method is many times more powerful than the real yuan practice he practiced in Baiyang Cave.
His footsteps could not help but stop.
The moon is over.
The silver light on the stone steps began to disappear, and it seemed that the characters never existed.
Zhang Yi began to understand that the water flowing out of the bucket and the sweat that dripped himself were enough, and the moonlight on the moon was bright enough, so that the faint traces of the usual invisible traces on these stone steps were finally made. Silver light.
But how can these traces appear on these stone steps?
How can there be such a practice, but there is no teacher mentioned in peacetime?
Zhang Yi did not understand.
Of course, he did not know that an old man he knew, but did not know his identity, was looking at him in a grasshopper across the mountain road, his eyes filled with gratification and emotion.
Xian Fuzong has a lot of powerful powers, but in reality, the natural beauty of the emperor's landscapes hides the strongest characters left by several generations.
Many people have only pursued powerful methods of confrontation in their classics and teaching plans for the rest of their lives, but they have not even discovered a true sign.
The reason is that those people's heads are too high, always looking at the sky, want to fly to the sky, refuse to look down the road, or because of others?
No matter what, even this summer has not passed, Zhang Yi has already got one of the most important symbols of Xian Fuzong.
The old man is very satisfied and is convinced that his decision is no problem.
......
After the moon has passed, the moonlight begins to fade.
In an alley in Shangdu, a number of dogs were heard.
The capital of the Dayan dynasty has gone through a hundred years. Although there have been changes, it has not undergone drastic rectifications like the Changling of the Daqin Dynasty. Therefore, the height of the houses is different, the lanes are wide and narrow, and the old houses are scattered. It looks old and new, and the prosperity of a hundred years. And the new weather makes this city very artistic, but it also makes the night more complicated.
A foreigner is not familiar with this alley with a follower.
He stepped on a piece of water.
Stained the upper.
The entourage behind him was light enough to avoid all the puddles that could smear his new shoes, and the shoes were clean.
The dog snorted, and the two sides of the road with complicated roads were full of many figures.
The foreigners seem to have already expected it. They just yelled at the front, and the voice was a bit tired and somewhat vain: "Just ask for food, please be at home."