After the battle was over, Chang Li sat down with Cheng Jing to drink tea.
At this time, the two of them were sitting in this space, under the tree imagined by Cheng Jing.
The ancient trees were dense, and the scorching greenery blocked the sunlight in the sky, making people feel comfortable.
Because he knew that Changli didn't like tea, Cheng Jing prepared boiled water for Changli.
Cheng Jing said with a slight smile, "Thank you, senior, for your guidance."
Chang Li nodded casually, playing with the newly polished jade beads on his hand, his expression indifferent.
Cheng Jing glanced at the string of jade beads in Chang Li's hand that was very similar to the one on his wrist, and asked curiously, "Senior likes things like jade beads."
Chang Li shook his head.
He didn't particularly like anything.
The reason why he gave jade beads to others was just out of habit.
Cheng Jing saw something from Chang Li's expression.
He knocked on the jade beads in his hand like a Buddha bead, and asked again, "Senior, have you ever given jade beads to others before?"
Chang Li nodded.
He didn't want to answer the question anymore, so he said calmly, "Your swordsmanship has improved very quickly."
Cheng Jing's expression was full of relief, "I would also like to thank my seniors for their teachings."
"Then keep working hard."
Changli's light words came, and then his figure disappeared opposite Cheng Jing.
Cheng Jing was silent for a moment, then took off the jade beads on his wrist and took Changli's bowl of The moved tea was poured under the roots of the tree.
The next time he saw Changli was after what Cheng Jing thought was March, he was sitting under a tree, caressing the harp casually.
When Changli appeared, his hand on the harp was still intact, but the music was chaotic.
In the blink of an eye, Cheng Jing found himself out of his original position and standing aside, and the person sitting in front of the guqin in his place was Chang Li.
Chang Li's hand touched the piano imagined by Cheng Jing, and the sound of the piano flowed out.
There was a hint of indifference in the clear and peaceful sound, which caused a faint vibration in the space.
This is a piece of music that Cheng Jing has never heard before.
There is a faint ancient charm in the tune, which seems to recreate that desolate and resentful time.
Cheng Jing knew that this was a tune that belonged to Changli's era, and the emotions in the tune represented the absurdity of that special era.
His mind drifted away as the music unfolded, as if he saw the moonlight from thousands of years ago, as if he heard the lingering sound of thousands of years ago, as if he saw that lonely figure thousands of years ago. .
Cheng Jing was completely immersed in the music.
He didn't know whether what he saw in front of him was real or an illusion.
He didn't know whether the sadness and absurdity had ever happened.
He didn't know whether the people bathing in that moonlight had ever seen his loneliness.
The wandering soul.
After a long time, Cheng Jing was separated from the sound of the piano.
At this time, Chang Li was sitting casually under the tree, picking up a Taoist scripture and reading it.
This Taoist scripture was written silently by Cheng Jing based on his own memory, and most of it belongs to the Taoist tradition of Yu Qingdao.
Seeing Chang Li's concentration, Cheng Jing did not disturb him.
He cooked a bowl of fragrant tea and watched the green tea leaves floating in the bowl.
The world in the music of the piano still lingers in Cheng Jing's heart, making him immersed in that lonely atmosphere and unable to extricate himself.
Obviously he is not a music lover, but he was moved by this piece of music.
He looked at the ancient Qin over there and said helplessly, "It seems that my practice of playing Qin these past few years has been in vain."
Chang Li put down the Taoist Scripture in his hand and said casually, "That's true."
Being denied by oneself and being denied by others are completely different things.
As soon as Cheng Jing heard Chang Li's words, he felt a little unconvinced.
He bravely retorted, "This is just compared with you, senior.
I am not as good as you."
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Chang Li glanced at him and said calmly, "My last apprentice only taught him for three years, and he reached your current level.
In a few years, he will completely surpass you.
Oh, he just started learning piano.
At that time, he was only six years old.”
Chang Li was talking about Xiao Dinglan.
Xiao Dinglan was already good at playing the piano at the age of nine.
Of course, he was good at not only playing the piano, but also tea skills and chess skills.
When he knew that Xiao Dinglan's chess skills had improved more than his piano skills, Chang Li almost got angry to death.
Later, Xiao Dinglan's chess skills completely surpassed Changli's, and Changli no longer played chess with Xiao Dinglan.
He, an unfilial apprentice, did not know how to yield to his master when playing chess.
Cheng Jing was silent for a moment, and then he no longer struggled with the topic.
While sipping tea, he asked, "Senior and apprentices, when did they accept them?"
Chang Li took out another Taoist scripture from Cheng Jing's room and said directly, "It's been too long ago and I don't remember it."
How could he not remember it?
He was just too lazy to mention it.
Looking at Chang Li's Taoist scriptures of Yu Qingdao one by one, Cheng Jing's expression showed nothing strange.
He even said sincerely, "Senior, what do you think of Yu Qingdao's fundamental Dafa?"
Changli commented lightly, "It's nothing new."
In the past, in the Yuan Qing sect, Chang Li was a disciple of the Supreme Elder, and the Sutra Collection Pavilion in the sect was directly open to him.
At that time, Chang Li had already seen many Taoist scriptures, and those Taoist scriptures gathered together the great world.
Most people's views on Tao, and these views include some subtle Taoist teachings and unique insights.
After that, Changli got an opportunity, and that opportunity included almost all the Taoist scriptures that Changli had seen so far.
In the next few worlds, Changli also consciously searched for Taoist scriptures in those worlds, but they were all contents he had seen before.
Yu Qingdao's Taoism may not be bad in this world, but it was placed in his It's nothing in my eyes.
What he said was nothing new and could only be considered a kind word.
Cheng Jing did not raise any objection to Chang Li's opinion.
He then asked, "My master once obtained supplements to the incomplete orthodoxy of the sect in the fantasy realm.
I wonder if this was the intention of the seniors to complete it."
Chang Li nodded, and Cheng Jing fell into silence again.
He couldn't understand this person's thoughts at all, but his tolerance revealed murderous intentions everywhere.
He seemed cruel, but he showed mercy to them again and again.
He struggled and asked, "Why would senior do that?"
Changli did not answer him directly, "I do this for my own reasons.
If you can get out of this underground palace, then this Taoism will be your reward.
If you can't get out of this underground palace, then This Taoist law will be buried with you."
Having said this, the corners of Chang Li's mouth raised slightly, and the redness in his eyes flashed past, adding an evil aura to him, "What do you think?"
Cheng Jing noticed keenly that what this man said was walking out of this underground palace, not walking out of this space, so his heart sank slightly, knowing that even if he walked out of this space, he would still have to face other tests. , and he may not be able to pass all these tests
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