Chapter 15 Metaphysics

The moon turns blue and moves the magpie shadow, revealing the low red grass wet glow.

Whenever the night is quiet, someone will always show the hidden pain in their hearts, because people are most likely to feel lonely in the middle of the night.

The green bamboo fairy house surrounded by green bamboo is quiet, the night wind passes by gently, and the dense bamboo forest swayed in the wind, making a rustling collision sound. There is also a stream in the bamboo forest. The cool spring water flows quietly and flows into the small pool next to the green bamboo fairy residence.

By the small pool, Liang Xiangling stood in the wind, and her clothes fluttered slowly. The snow-like skin looked extremely pale under the moonlight, and a few strands of black hair gently shook in the night wind and fell on her jade-like cheeks.

There was pain on her cheeks, sadness in her eyes, and tears have flowed from the corners of her eyes. Her love does not follow people's wishes, and there are layers of obstacles between her and Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi, the most famous young talent of Sanqingguan. Among the 1,000 disciples of Sanqingguan, there are at most three who can compare with him in terms of cultivation, talent and courage, and he is the eldest disciple of Sanqingguan in charge of Guang Chengzi.

It is understandable that he is the next head teacher of Sanqingguan, and as the head teacher of Sanqingguan, he must become a monk and not be greedy for the world. Not to mention marrying a wife and having children, even the friendship with Liang Xiangling cannot be made public. In the eyes of the teacher, the relationship between children will only mislead the great success of Taoism.

Will that man give up the position of teaching for her? Will you give up everything for her? She hasn't got an answer so far. Xiao Yi was very busy, and it was difficult for her to meet. This time, she hurried back to the teacher's door and left. It only took a few hours to meet.

How long will it take to meet next time? No one knows, and Xiao Yi himself doesn't know. Maybe in March, maybe three or five years, or maybe never see him.

She is also a woman, and women always hope to know from men that his attitude towards themselves is a lifetime or a game.

Before leaving, Xiao Yi said to her, "You ask me if I want you. When I come back next time, I will give you 'wary' or 'don't'."

'No' means he wants to give up, and 'No' means he doesn't give up. This answer could not satisfy her, because she knew that it was because Xiao Yi was still considering it. At this moment, their hope was a little slim.

Liang Xiangling decided to wait for his answer. This kind of thing is not a child's play, and there are not many mistakes in thinking about it.

The next day, the sunrise rose, and the three disciples of Qingzhu Xianju got up early. Liang Xiangling seemed to have forgotten what happened last night. She smiled kindly and instructed her younger brothers and sisters to practice as usual.

Liang Xiangling passed on the formula of "flying the sword" to Yan Ji and Zhou Ruohan a year ago, but at that time, their cultivation was not enough, so they could only barely manipulate the flying sword, and a person standing on the flying sword could not control it. Today, Liang Xiangling feels that their cultivation is almost enough to fly with the sword, so she has to give personal guidance.

For the first time to learn the spell of flying with the imperial sword, the manipulation is inevitably a little astringent, and it is easy to fall from mid-air. Liang Xiangling asked the two of them to fly only one foot high against the ground, and they will not fall in case of an accident. Such repeated practice makes perfect, so that they can fly into the blue sky.

The two of them have been coming to the Qingzhu Xianju of Sanqingguan for two years. They have never seen any mysterious spells of Sanqingguan. They only know the swords and sword flying they are learning now. Yan Ji remembered the spell used by Xiao Yi to teach the three hoodlums who beat him in Shuijiahu Town, so she asked her, "Sister, you know a spell that fires on your hands. I have seen Brother Xiao used it, and now I want to see you again."

"Is this it?" Liang Xiangling stretched out his jade hand and rolled his sleeves back to his elbow. His jade-like skin was as moist as water.

Her palms gradually turned red, like a red iron block. Just as Yan Ji saw at that time, a half-foot high flame ignited in her palm. Suddenly, Liang Xiangling pushed his palm forward, and a fire tongue gushed out of his palm more than ten feet away.

The two were deeply attracted by this mysterious spell. They wanted to learn that if they could take advantage of this spell when they fought with others, and almost said with one voice, "Senior sister, teach me this kind of spell!"

When Liang Xiangling saw their dull expressions, she couldn't help feeling funny and said with a smile, "You can't learn yet, because your cultivation is not enough. It takes a lot of true qi to use this magic. I'm afraid you have exhausted the true qi before you release a few sparks, so you won't be slaughtered.

The two of them had the same expression of disappointment, but Zhou Ruohan also wanted to see other metaphysics, so he said, "Sister, you can cast some other spells for us. We will naturally practice diligently after we see the power."

Liang Xiangling felt that this was also reasonable. After letting them see the uniqueness of Sanqing Guan Xuanshu, it would inspire them to practice diligently, so he nodded and said, "Let me introduce this magic to you first. I just made it called 'Yuhuojutsu', which is a kind of Xuanshu in 'Tiangan Xuanshu'." Tianang means the number 36, that is to say, Tianang Xuanshu contains 36 kinds of Xuanshu.

Yan Ji and Zhou Ruohan were so shocked that their mouths grew up one after another, and they said with one voice, "So many kinds, if you have learned all of them, how can it be?"

Liang Xiangling came to a small pool about two feet in diameter and slapped the water in the pool with her right palm. A palm-sized white fog came out of the palm and fell into the water, and the water in the pool instantly turned into ice.

Liang Xiangling introduced: "This is called 'ice condensation', which is also a kind of Tianang Xuanjutsu, which mainly converts the true qi in the body into cold air, and then beats it out from the palm of his hand."

In order to test how thick the ice is, Yan Ji picked up a large stone weighing 70 or 80 catties and threw it on the ice. There was no crack on the ice, not even a trace.

Both of them have an idea at this moment. Yan Ji feels that if they learn this spell in the summer sky and apply it to the house, it must be cool to sleep at night. Zhou Ruohan felt that if he learned a spell to freeze water in summer, he could eat ice to relieve the heat in the hot summer.

If the founder of Sanqingguan knows that there are two unscrupulous disciples and wants to do such a thing with the magic he created, I'm afraid he will jump out of the coffin and personally teach them to use this mysterious art in the right path.

Zhou Ruohan didn't seem to open his eyes and asked, "What else is there? Let's do another one, sister!"

Liang Xiangling smiled and said, "It's not too wasteful to consume so much real energy to play. Let me tell you another mysterious skill that can't be used. Haven't you seen Master's family eat in the past two years?"

Yan Ji did not see his master come out to eat. He only knew that he had been retreating in Qingzhu Cave all year round. At first, he thought that his master had eaten somewhere else, but when he asked like this, he must not have gone to eat elsewhere. He felt that the master had practiced some magic of not eating, so he asked, "Is the master practiced not eating? Spells?"

Liang Xiangling nodded and said, "It is precisely that Master has practiced the 'gushu' in Tianang Xuanshu to not eat for a long time."

"Fat, stock art?" Yan Ji raised his eyebrows and said, "How can this name be obtained? It's not elegant at all!"

I saw Liang Xiangling's jade hand knocking hard on Yan Ji's head and said, "It means to remove grains. Where did you think about it?"

"This 'Valley-breaking technique' is also known as 'breaking the valley', 'breaking the valley' and 'breaking the grain'. After learning, you can survive without relying on food."

Yan Ji also felt that if she learned this kind of metaphysics, she would not have to carry water, collect firewood, grow vegetables and cook every day, which could save time to do those things. She said quickly, "Sister, can you teach us this magic? After learning it, you don't have to go up the mountain to pick firewood..." At this point, Yan Ji's head was knocked again.

Zhou Ruohan gave his eyes a cold look, as if to say, "You should say that after you learn it, don't bother your sister to cook hard every day, or your sister will say that you want to be lazy."

As Zhou Ruohan expected, he only heard Liang Xiangling say, "You want to be lazy again. If this kind of metaphysics can be learned so easily, can you still see me eating every day? Master, his old man's Taoism is profound, and he has only achieved such an achievement after so many years of practice.

Yan Ji raised his head and thought for a moment and said, "Master, he is about sixty or seventy years old, that is to say, 60 years to practice, a Jiazi."

" sixty or seventy years old?" Liang Xiangling gave a white look at Yan Ji and said, "That's just a fraction. Master is more than 270 years old!"

"What? Isn't that a fairy?" Zhou Ruohan and Yan Ji exclaimed in unison again, and I don't know why the two of them always speak in unison.

Liang Xiangling shook her head gently and said, "How can it be so easily become an immortal? I heard from the master that there are two good and evils in the world. All sects have never seen immortals who can cultivate immortals. Those with low cultivation can live to 100 to 200 years old, and those with high cultivation can live three or 400 years old.

Yan Ji is just a farmer's son who has never seen the world. People who live to the age of 80 or 90 are called longevity. Unexpectedly, there are still people who can live to hundreds of years. At present, they are envious of these people. But Yan Ji has another question. Master is obviously 270 years old, why does he look like a man in his sixties? He has also met 80 or 90-year-olds and knows what older people look like.

After hearing this question, Liang Xiangling explained to Yan Ji: "With the deepening of cultivation, people's appearance will not age with age. I have heard that Master and their generation have had an amazing talent surname. People in their 100s look only in their twenties."

Now Yan Ji has gained insight again, thinking that it is good to be young forever, and she is even more envious of practitioners. However, Yan Ji thought of the senior sister who looked only in her 20s and thought, "How old is the senior sister? Will it be more than 100 years old?

So Yan Ji didn't want to say the consequences of this sentence, so she said it: "Senior sister, you look like an 18-year-old girl, but you won't be a hundred-year-old mother-in-law!"

The woman couldn't hear her old words, and Liang Xiangling was no exception. At present, she shouted at Yan Ji, "I'm not dozens of years old and 100 years old. I'm only 20 years old this year. I worshipped my master when I was eight years old, and now I have been practicing Taoism for 12 years."

Zhou Ruohan knew that the disciples of Sanqingguan could not go down the mountain until they had studied for five years, and he was designated by his master to have studied art for 20 years before they could go down the mountain. According to his senior sister, he has studied art for 12 years and could have gone down the mountain long ago. Why did he still stay in Qingzhu Xianju? Curious for a moment, he asked, "Isn't it said that you can go down the mountain after five years of learning art? Sister, why do you still stay here after 12 years of learning art? Does Master also let you study art for 20 years before you can go down the mountain?"