Floating clouds

Chapter 9

The sword with wooden thorns was held in Mu Zheng's hand. It started out in an ordinary manner, but the move of "Autumn Wind" turned into a different look in his hands. It no longer showed its sharpness, but was restrained, with layers of sword energy. , embrace it, and last for a long time, every stab, every harvest, has fluctuations that cannot be calmed down for a long time.

Like the sea, it is inclusive of thousands of things, like a mountain, it stretches endlessly.

The sword wind has passed, and it will never dry up.

Lin Xinglu's eyes widened involuntarily. He had never seen such a simple sword move with such uninterrupted aura.

Daoist Qingsong is not as good as him.

All the creatures in the mountain trembled because of his sword, the bamboo sea surged, and the wind blew up.

He was stunned, never thought that a sword technique, performed with an ordinary wooden sword, could be so beautiful and move living beings.

He was immersed in this sword move, and the wooden sword in Mu Zheng's hand was like a sharp weapon, splitting his stubborn heart and sending it into a clear spring.

His hatred, pain, anger, and pain used to fill his heart to the brim, with nowhere to go, spinning back and forth in his heart and mind, as long as he relaxes, it's like thousands of needles, piercing his whole body It hurts.

Everything, at this moment, has the same direction.

If he also had such power, would he be able to take revenge without fear of the 'thousand-faced demon', and wouldn't be frightened with a rare treasure like the Peeping Stone.

The cold wind blew his face, blew his eyelashes, and blew his heart.

In this world, there will always be someone who wants to be superior, who wants everyone to crawl under their feet, and who wants to make all the ghosts and ghosts detour.

This person, why can't it be him.

He was stunned in thought, the sound of bamboo leaves flapping and running water sounded over and over again, but he heard the sound of snow falling gently.

The wind passed through his Taoist robe and drilled up from his sleeves and trousers. He didn't feel cold, but opened his limbs and veins to accept everything.

He stood there for a whole day, every move of his swordsmanship, every move was engraved in his mind, and he couldn't see it more clearly.

When he woke up, the sky was full of stars and snowflakes were flying, but there was not even a single piece of snow on his body. Mu Zheng stood aside and looked at him with a smile.

"Master, is this the introduction of qi into the body?"

"Yes, you enter the Tao with the sword of your heart. From now on, the sword is you, and you are the sword." Mu Zheng sent a bright light from his hand, stopped at the entrance of the bamboo forest, and illuminated the path among the bamboo forests.

"Let's go back."

Lin Xinglu followed the white light and stopped the moment he stepped into the bamboo forest.

The blood in his body seemed to stagnate at this moment, blocking his five senses and making him bend down in discomfort.

"This is called Rong Lingzhu." Mu Zheng came over and held Lin Xinglu's arm: "Aura is everywhere, but Rong Lingzhu can restrain the aura and make it thinner here."

His fingertips were cold, and through the thin Taoist robe, the cold reached Lin Xinglu's arms. Lin Xinglu shivered and stood up.

"Then why are you planting it here?" Lin Xinglu was puzzled.

"Because there's something buried under here." Mu Zheng was still smiling, but his eyes turned cold.

"Buried something?" Lin Xinglu asked suspiciously, but Mu Zheng stopped answering him. The ball of white light moved slowly, urging him to move forward.

He lowered his eyes, stopped asking, straightened his back and walked into the winding path.

What kind of thing is buried, and it is necessary to go to great lengths to plant such a large bamboo forest, which almost divides the entire Fuyun Mountain into two halves. Is it something more tempting than the Peeping Stone?

He didn't dare to think too much, and walked on.

Mu Zheng looked at his straight back, walked down step by step, and laughed.

His peerless sword was finally sharpened.

It's a pity that his peerless sword doesn't have peerless elegance at all. First, he looked at a table of hard-to-swallow meals in the kitchen, and then went back to the room hungry. After sleeping for less than an hour, he was reunited in his dream as a sword. Little Qilin pushed it out.

Unprepared, he slammed into the bedpost with a 'bang', hitting his forehead with a big bump, and the pain made him teary.

"Reunion!" He couldn't take it anymore and shook the reunion to wake up.

"Eldest brother..." Chonghui rubbed his eyes, the room was pitch black, and he couldn't see the bag on Lin Xinglu's forehead, and he expressed his anger after being woken up from a dream: "Eldest brother, what are you doing?" ..."

It's a pity that he only uttered half of his anger. After speaking, he felt a cold aura emanating from Lin Xinglu's body. His voice changed, and he felt that the senior brother was more terrifying than the master.

Lin Xinglu's eyes flickered coldly, and he asked, "What did you dream about just now?"

"I...I... dreamed that Qilin was overthrown by me." Zhong Hui whispered.

Lin Xinglu thought that he had become the [-]-jin Qilin stand-in, so angry that he couldn't speak, he gritted his teeth and said, "Sleep with you."

At dawn the next day, Zhonghui looked at the red and swollen horns on Lin Xinglu's forehead, and finally understood where Lin Xinglu's anger came from in the middle of the night, and he didn't dare to speak for a long time.

Lin Mingqi didn't know that his elder brother hit his head because of the reunion, and asked Lin Xinglu over and over again if it hurt.

Mu Zheng stared at the injury on his forehead and couldn't help being stunned for a moment, then looked at the blackness in front of his eyes, he understood, and dismissed the two people who were pestering Lin Mingqi and Chonghui, and said, "Let me see your Sword move."

Lin Xinglu nodded, picked up the wooden sword, and had another thought in his mind.

The move "autumn wind suddenly rises" came at his fingertips, he tried his best to hide the sharp sword energy in the sword move, slowly learned to be as smooth as water, and tried his best to coincide with the figure of Mu Zheng dancing the sword.

After finishing the sword, Mu Zheng nodded in satisfaction.

"Master, why didn't you let Chonghui practice the sword?" Lin Xinglu put away the wooden sword, and asked with doubts in his heart.

"He is born with supernatural power, and his swordsmanship is light and varied. Although he can practice well, he is not as good as some people. He has a thousand holes in his heart. Naturally, no matter how much he practices, he can't get the point. He has other plans as a teacher." Mu Zheng finished speaking. , and corrected him one by one some places that were not in place just now.

Lin Xinglu heard it in his ears, his hand was held by Mu Zheng's cold hand, and the scent of medicine on his body came from the tip of his nose. For some reason, he remembered Qingsong's words.

In Lin Xinglu's eyes, Mu Zheng instantly became a cluster of fire in winter. He wanted to get closer, but he was afraid of burning himself.

He held his breath to make his heart firmer.

"Brother, look at this, the second senior brother made it for me." After dinner, Lin Mingqi refused to go to sleep, and pulled Lin Xinglu to show him the ten spirit beads that he would pick up from the lake.

The Lingzhu was woven with rope and made into a string of shiny bracelets, hanging on Lin Mingqi's wrist, small and cute.

Lin Xinglu glanced at Chonghui suspiciously, it was hard to imagine that his pair of strong hands could be so coincidental.

"Hey, when I was doing odd jobs in other people's homes, those older sisters were always making connections. I've seen it a few times."

You can learn it by watching it a few times, and it is not stupid to repeat it. It seems that what Mu Zheng said is right, this method of practicing swords is really not suitable for him.

Lin Xinglu patted Lin Mingqi's head, coaxed her back to sleep, turned to face her and said emphatically, "If you push me again today, you can sleep under the bed."

Chonghui retracted his head to watch Lin Mingqi, and said cautiously: "Understood, senior brother."

Lin Xinglu was about to blow out the oil lamp when he saw Lin Sheng walking over with a lantern.

"Uncle Lin, the head has arranged a new residence for you, please pack up and follow me."

Lin Xinglu froze for a moment, he didn't know how to change the place for him. A monk has the power to overwhelm the world. Could it be that the master saw the bag on his head today and built it for him?

Lin Xinglu was no longer afraid of the reunion, so he leaned over and said, "Uncle Lin, where do you want to take senior brother to live, is it far from here?"

"It's not far, Master Lin, please hurry up." Lin Sheng said.

Lin Xinglu was full of doubts, he had very few things, except for a change of clothes, only Gu Tianshi and the jade hairpin left by Mrs. Lin.

After hesitating for a while, he still put the Peeping Stone into the package.

Under the bamboo forest, there are two roads, one on the left and one on the right. On the left is the "Meditation Court" where Mu Zheng lived.

The courtyard door was open, and a lamp in the room was like a bean, emitting a warm light, casting a shadow on the window, forming a long back.

Lin Sheng gently pushed the door and let Lin Xinglu in.

"Master?"