Most of the Qingshan disciples don't understand the rhythm of music, and the people on the Shenmo Peak are even more so.Jing Jiu didn't understand the meaning of this music, but he thought it was quite beautiful, so he ignored it and turned around and walked towards the meditation room.Qing'er listened carefully under the porch, and when she saw him coming, she raised her little face and asked, "Who is this person?"
The piano is played so well, I can't put it into words. ”Jing Jiu didn't explain, walked into the meditation room, came to the quilted padded jacket like a mountain, and stretched out his right hand to the small half of Yukihime's face.He was more interested in this high-level bloodline, and he really wanted to study the structure of the other party to see what was fundamentally different from other life forms, such as whether she had a mouth or not, but ......
In the end, he didn't do anything and took his hand back.This is a conservative choice based on security considerations.Although Yukihime should wake up in a few days, why let her wake up early and make everyone nervous.He walked to the corner, lifted a few quilts, took out the Qingtianjian hidden there, stepped through the round window, and walked to the snow lake.Qing'er didn't dare to go directly through the meditation room, waved her transparent wings, turned into a streamer, and bypassed the entire building and came to the lake.Tong Yan stood on the small bridge, his eyes followed them to the lake, raised his eyebrows slightly, and thought to himself that it was no wonder that he couldn't find it.No one dared to wake up the sleeping Xue Ji, and naturally no one could find the blue sky hidden under the quilt.Tong Yan looked at the snow lake, and didn't dare to take his eyes off, otherwise what if Jing Jiu ran away with Qingtianjian again?
More than ten sword intents suddenly appeared on the lakeside, forming a formation, blocking the figures of Jing Jiu and Qing'er inside.Tong Yan's eyebrows became thicker, and he looked more and more eye-catching on the snow bridge, wondering what was the secret over there?
Why didn't Qing'er tell herself?
He withdrew his gaze and looked over to the snow bridge, wondering who this person was.What does it have to do with this nunnery and the secret of Jing Jiu?
Li Gongzi was dressed in a black coat, sitting in the snow and playing the piano, his fingers were already frozen red, but the sound of the piano was not cut off for a moment.The sound of the piano crossed the snow bridge, passed through the quiet nunnery and plum trees, and came to the lake, where it was swept up by the wind, making it even more ethereal.The formation can isolate the line of sight, and it can also welcome the sound of the piano in, Jing Jiu stretched out his right hand, quietly broke through the ice and snow on the lake, dipped some water, and sprinkled it on the Qingtianjian.Looking at this scene, Qing'er felt a little cold, folded her wings and hugged herself, squatted down beside him, and asked, "Do you really want to sharpen your sword?"
”When she was in Guocheng Temple, she had entered his body and knew many of his secrets, so naturally she would not mistakenly think that he was grinding the cosmic edge like Tong Yan.Now in Chaotian Continent, she only has this one companion, so naturally she will not tell his secret, even if it is Tong Yan, she is just a little curious.Jing Jiu hummed.At the beginning, he made a bet with Qilin in Guocheng Temple, saying that he would borrow Qingtianjian to enter the illusion again, thinking that he had promised to help Qing'er solve some problems in Yunmeng Mountain.Who would have thought that he was seriously injured by the sea-crossing monk, and in the end, he really needed Qingtianjian, and he met it again.Zen Buddhism likes to say a drink and a peck, can it be predetermined, from this matter, there is indeed some truth, if he didn't remember what he promised Qing'er, and wanted to get Qingtianjian, then he might not be injured, but if he is not injured, where does he need Qingtianjian?
The so-called cause and effect turned out to be like this this time.Seeing Jing Jiu's right hand sliding and rubbing on the surface of the bronze mirror, Qing'er was worried: "Can you grind?"
You might as well try it with a patterned back. ”If you want to say who is most familiar with Qingtianjian, of course, it is her, the Jianling.The mirror surface is indeed slippery, and the progress of sharpening the sword is very slow, but Jing Jiu is not in a hurry.He had already confirmed that Qingtianjian was the sword grinding stone that he had been looking for for more than a year.Copper mirrors are the best abrasive materials, and the higher the degree of smoothness, the more delicate they are, and the closer they are to the degree of perfection.He said: "As long as the kung fu is deep, the iron pestle can be sharpened into a needle, although it is easier to sharpen the iron pestle into a needle, and it is more difficult to sharpen a sword, but it can also be done." ”Qing'er thought to herself that I didn't understand this, and asked instead: "The day before yesterday, I asked you how to become a real person, you let me think for myself, I thought about it for two days before I figured it out, if I can figure it out, I will ask you what to do?"
”Jing Jiu looked at the bronze mirror, adjusted the angle of his right hand, and said, "The answer is very simple, as long as you think you are human, you are human." ”Qing'er felt very inexplicable and said, "What is the difference between this and self-deception?
”Jing Jiu didn't look up and said, "What are you bullying for?"
”Qing'er understood what he meant and thought thoughtfully."
The really important question is, why do you want to be a human being, why can't you be a mountain, river, lake, sea, flower, tree, grass and beast?"
Jing Jiu scooped up some water from the snow lake, sprinkled it on Qingtianjian, and continued to grind silently.Qing'er was silent for a long time and said: "They are all human beings, you are also human beings, Tong Yan is also human beings, Xiao Zao'er is also human beings, and I am also human beings." ”Jing Jiu knew that she had figured it out and no longer needed her own help, so she didn't say anything more.The sound of the piano came from the side of the snow bridge, and the cold winter night was a little warmer.Ten years ago, Li Gongzi came here every night to play the piano to the horse, and the horse is still grazing in the green mountains.Listening to the piano tonight has become Qingtianjian, does it mean that this bronze mirror will also go to Qingshan?
Thinking of this possibility, Jing Jiu was somewhat satisfied.The immortal lamp hanging from the tree by the lake illuminated the nunnery and his face.The Suigetsu-an formation was formed, the chill in the meditation room was isolated, the wind and snow had stopped, the temperature had risen, and the ice on the lake made a creaking sound without breaking.A lotus branch that had been pressed down by the ice and snow the night before broke through the snow and straightened its body.A familiar voice sounded in the depths of his heart, Jing Jiu thought about it, slowed down the movement of his right hand, and softened it a little.………… In the illusion of Qingtianjian, the wind is howling, the clouds are thick, and a bolt of lightning will light up the night sky every few breaths.The lightning bolt was so magnificent that it stretched from the far north to the ocean in the far south, as if it were about to tear the sky apart, at least tens of thousands of miles long.Along with the lightning came the rumbling thunder and snowflakes that came out of nowhere.Wrapped in a thick cotton jacket, Mr.
Zhang climbed the hill behind his home, crossed his hands on his waist, straightened his body, and scolded at the thunder and lightning in the night sky.Those words can't be put into words, they're just swear words like thieves.Suddenly, the thunder in the night sky became much quieter, and the frequency of the terrifying and spectacular lightning appeared much slower, and even the snowflakes gradually thinned.Zhang Dagongzi was stunned and went down the mountain as fast as he could.He went back to his yard, locked the door again after a long time, went to bed without washing his feet, covered his head and face with a quilt, turned his back to the door, and began to sleep.Where could he sleep, his eyes were wide in the darkness of the bed, and he thought to himself that His Majesty was actually God?
Thinking about this question and the question of whether His Majesty heard his scolding mother, he was very nervous, and he didn't notice that in the next room, the quilt on his son and daughter-in-law had been lifted, and he didn't know that the Zhao Ju family not far away and many families in the county town had signs of waking up.………… (This chapter is well written, and the first few chapters are also very good, but this chapter is more important, the chapter name is prepared before the book opens, this is Li Baida's famous poem: The avenue is like the blue sky, I can't come out alone, and the concept of the whole two sentences will be used thoroughly after hundreds of thousands of words.)And then there's this: friends, the authors who are still insisting on updating during the annual meeting......
There's actually one of me.,This style of painting is really wrong.,I'm not comfortable with myself.,And I didn't save the manuscript.,It's all written out during the day and then sent at night.,It's too diligent.,It's going to take five hours to go back to Daqing tomorrow.,I'm definitely going to ask for leave.,I suddenly feel a lot of peace of mind.,See you the day after tomorrow.。
In addition: Li Gongzi's father was really dead at the beginning, and Jing Jiu got the conclusion when he asked the curtain people, but then I wrote it wrong in Lu Guogong, and it was written that he was still alive, so he was always writing according to being alive, sorry, this is not a matter of intentions, it is a memory problem, everyone should be able to see that I am old, these aspects are really not good, please sympathize~) ()