The person in front of him has rarely disobeyed and questioned her since he was a child, especially when it comes to martial arts. Come to think of it, why didn't he fight back the red flower ghost mother, and didn't interrupt the torture behind him, but only instructed him to adjust his breath and guide his breath, but he still did it without hesitation.
The eyes seem to be closed but not closed, and you always have to leave a glimmer of light in order to be at ease, because you are afraid that the person in front of you will disappear suddenly, but fortunately, the look of the person within a short distance is solemn and serious, and it seems that the matter cannot be easily resolved in a short while , Realizing this, on the contrary, it made my heart calm down more or less. After all, I didn't dare to neglect, so I focused more and more on the breath adjustment itself.
Logically speaking, this kind of thing is already familiar with the road, but when I really started to concentrate on doing it, I suddenly realized that this time the exercise and breath adjustment seemed to be particularly difficult.
Luck returns to Yuan, mind guards dantian, qi goes down to the sea, light gathers in the heart of the sky, the so-called "inner breath" in the body, it took a lot of effort to understand its existence when I was young, and it took a lot of effort to learn to supplement it with breathing As for Yi Dao, the gathering of strength this time is actually much more difficult than when he was the most difficult when he was young.
Thanks to the continuous rotting power behind him, the strength in the dantian has already been rushed to pieces. If the strength is gathered from the body again, the corrosive power will be gathered together , If you go with the seven meridians and eight meridians, it can be said to be self-mutilation! When I feel the most uncomfortable, I almost want to give up, but there is always another gentle force pulling through the two vital points on my body. When it is almost too much to bear, gently pull it up, so that people will not give up halfway and waste all previous efforts.
This method of guidance is almost the epitome of the way we, the master and the apprentice, have always been getting along.
So close your eyes and make up your mind, even if you feel uncomfortable in every way, how can you allow yourself to raise the white flag.
I don't know how long it took, but I just gritted my teeth and persevered, and slowly got better. The more you move backwards, the less uncomfortable the corrosive force will be. This is either because of Master's guidance and your own breathing adjustment, or because the Red Flower Ghost Mother is gradually closing down. When you feel the pressure on your back The palm left suddenly, and I didn't have much energy to be surprised. At this moment, it is the critical time to perform the exercises. I will concentrate on continuing to make the best use of the situation, and move slowly.
The wind blew by, and there was a chill on my back, and I realized that I was sweating all over at some point. When I opened my eyes again, it was probably because they had been closed for a long time. The snowy forest scene in the dark night seemed to become clear After a while, what became clearer together was the face in front of her. She was also slowly opening her eyes, and there seemed to be some displeasure flashing in her eyes, and then she opened her mouth.
"Gongsun!" Even though they were face to face, this time when she spoke, her goal was not this side, but she cast her gaze behind me, and said in a deep voice, "What does this mean? If I wasn't here, would you be doing this?" Kill her!"
Unexpectedly, she turned her head with this gaze, and the red flower ghost mother was sitting on a black stone protruding from the snow a few steps away, holding a dragon's head staff in one hand and beating her arm in the other. Not annoyed, just sneered and said: "I expected you to make a move, so I did that. Others can't ask for it! Your apprentice is good at external cultivation, but it's a pity that your innate talent is not enough to slow your internal cultivation. I gave these five for nothing. Nian Zhenyuan internal energy, if she wants to practice it by herself, I am afraid that it will take another seven or eight years of hard work, you are her master after all, if you don't say thank you for her, how can you still have the nerve to shout?"
"Hey?" The words fell into my ears, and I was surprised, and I gave it away for nothing? Internal force? Although he has successfully channeled Qi back to Yuan, his body still feels uncomfortable everywhere, and his dantian seems to be on fire. I thought that the Red Flower Ghost Mother was moody, and her previous behavior, even if she was kind to help, would make people suffer. Why did this conversation turn out to be the truth
"Your method of forced irrigation is simply to encourage the growth of seedlings. If my apprentice hadn't stopped them, the damage would far outweigh the benefits." The master didn't seem to take this as a good deed at all, and brushed off the residual snow that fell on the hem of his clothes. He snorted softly and replied: "What's more, you would be so kind? Forcing her to accept such a big favor, I'm afraid I'm going to provoke her into some trouble again, right? Let's talk first, it's her who owes this favor, and it has nothing to do with me , Don¡¯t even think about counting it on me.¡±
"That's right, I'm also a person with clear grievances and grievances, what can I do for you?" The red flower ghost mother said disdainfully, and added at the end: "Just you need to know that I have sacrificed my own energy for five years to send you as an apprentice. You have to wait for another five years, but you will not be allowed to hide in these five years! There is nothing else to do in this world anyway, I will follow wherever you go in these five years!"
When she said this, the master seemed to show an almost impatient expression, but he just frowned, and still sat cross-legged motionless, calmly silent, seeingHe committed suicide in shame and indignation, now he is a man without father and mother, a man, he should set up his own family Tell him, his mother's last words on her deathbed asked him to distinguish between good and evil, cultivate his moral character, and never enter the rivers and lakes for the rest of his life. What kind of bastard do you do? Life and death are fate, retribution is not good, and no one will protect him anymore! "
When she said this, she was still a bit dazed, but after a pause, she became more decisive, and her eyes became brighter, as if she had really put aside everything she said in her mouth, and would never haunt her again.
After finishing speaking in one breath, the dragon-headed stick in the horizontal hand was taken a step closer and held in front of his eyes. At this time, he could no longer hesitate, and could only answer: "Your junior understands, senior, don't worry." Then he raised his hands respectfully and took it. This heavy thing was once a symbol of the Red Flower Ghost Mother, and now she is also dead.
"That's right." After handing over the weapon that never left his body, the man seemed to relax a lot, moved his muscles and bones, and seemed to remember something after a while, lowered his head and took off the symbolic ornament on his temples, and said: "This Things are not in the way anyway, so you can put them away with you. If you have a chance to pass through the northwest region, no matter where it is, find a place to burn it to ashes, and I, an unfilial daughter, will go back to my homeland with it. "He said without thinking and stuffed it into my hand.
Crimson got into her palm, and felt strange, only then did she realize that this red flower was made of silk, but it was so lifelike, and it was worn by an expert like her, most people dare not look at it for too long, so it was almost fake. I thought it was because this person had a preference for safflower, so I kept looking for flowers to make decorations. I didn't know that she only wore an old thing all year round.
He said yes, and then raised his head, the person in front of him actually made his eyes pop. The person who picked the red flower and removed the long staff seemed to have nothing to do with the flamboyant and eccentric red flower ghost mother anymore. , is just a woman in red who is graceful and charming.
The woman didn't look at me anymore, she just passed me by, walking past me step by step, and shouted to the plain white figure on the pine branch: "Hey, I've explained everything, what else do you have to do to you?" What does this precious apprentice want to say?"
The person sitting upright turned his eyes around, looked at her quietly, then looked at me, with an indifferent smile on his face, and shook his head slightly for a while, stretched out his hand, a silver thread suddenly shot out into the darkness in the distance, and with five fingers Pulling and closing, the sleeves of the clothes are lightly swinging, and the white figure is already floating up, like a plain butterfly flying around, heading for the distance.
And the laughter far away in the ears belonged to the red shadow that followed her like a shadow.
"Master!" If you want to chase, you can chase, but you can't, because you can't keep it, and you can't call it back I wanted to just watch the end silently, but finally I couldn't help but shouted twice, suddenly One thing jumped to my mind, and I was so anxious that people shouted loudly: "Master, there is still one thing that I don't understand! In the wooden box at the bottom of the alcove, there was a wine jar and a five-character verse. What is the purpose of things and poems? Master!"
In the bottom of my heart, this matter has always been an unsolved mystery. At that time, I thought the answer to the mystery was gone, so I thought about it and found a self-righteous answer. This is the result I want in my heart, and I also take this as an opportunity to allow myself to try to approach Lian'er step by step.
But I still don't understand after all, and now when I'm parting, I suddenly think, why don't I rush to ask for a real answer!
Those two figures were moving rapidly, and were covered by many trees. At this time, they had already merged into the night and could no longer be seen. They were about to think whether they should catch up, but there was a voice wrapped in the wind, which came back faintly.
"That's not poetry" The voice replied like this: "What I left for the teacher is just an introduction Whatever you think in your heart, it is what it is Do what you think you should do most , from now on, I can do it for myself"
The wind blows past, and the familiar voice can no longer be heard.
Since then, never heard of it again.
Go, go, go, decide Shushan, leave forever.
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Going out to do errands, the past two days have been too tossing and too hot, so I didn¡¯t go online to check it out. I thought everything would be fine automatically when I put it in the manuscript box, but it turned out
Anyway, I have a chapter and a half in my hand now, since I have cheated the guests for two days, I might as well put it in one chapter, 7,500 words, one-time enjoyment, better than two days of unkind appetite~~~
So, I just got home, and then I will wash up and sleep, and I will reply at night~~