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"I understand that I have to have a sword." Three days later, Yang Zifan said with a sword to the clear road beside him on the ground. Mingdao followed him around for a few days and felt that there was something wrong with his brain and advised him, "Yang Zifan, don't toss around."

"Of course you have to toss." Yang Zifan expressed his dissatisfaction.

He said clearly, "You don't go out to fight and kill with a sword, and you may not know how to use a sword."

Yang Zifan picked up a branch and withdrew the miscellaneous branches on it. As soon as he picked up the branches, he waved the branches in his hand and suddenly fluttered like a butterfly. Suddenly, it was like a breeze, and suddenly it was like thunder. He was stunned. He thought that Yang Zifan could not do swordsmanship, but this time it seemed to be a swordsmanship. Master, just when he is fascinated

Yang Zifan suddenly stopped and looked at the branch in his hand and said, "What's the use of this?" After saying that, he threw away the branches and squatted on the ground and continued to draw his sword.

Mingdao woke up from the shock and felt that he was really crazy. He shook his head helplessly and walked into the view. Just as he stepped into the view, Yang Zifan caught up with him like a touch of green smoke and pulled Mingdao and said, "I have to ask for a stove."

Ming said, "No, there is only an incense burner in the view."

Yang Zifan thought for a moment and said, "The incense burner is also OK."

Mingdao had no choice but to take him. When he got to the temple, he took a bowl-sized incense burner and gave him. Yang Zifan said righteously, "Thank you, brother."

Then he came to the courtyard with the incense burner and sat under a peach tree and fell into meditation.

Early the next morning, Ming Dao was awakened by the sound of cutting trees. He hurriedly put on his clothes and ran to the courtyard to see Yang Zifan getting a gaping axe while cutting the most lush plum tree in the courtyard.

"Yang Zifan, what are you doing?" Ming Dao was shocked and quickly came forward to pull him.

Yang Zifan didn't seem to see him and shook him away and said, "This tree blocks feng shui. I need to refine my sword in this place."

"Nonsense, the courtyard is full of things that Master likes. You can't move around." Mingdao was shocked.

"I went to ask, but he didn't say anything, so that's consent." Yang Zifan stubbornly cut it, and the trunk lacked a big mouth.

Mingdao couldn't defeat Yang Zifan and could only go to ask for help, so he ran to the master's door and shouted, "Master, Master Yang Zifan cut down your favorite plum tree."

There was no sound in the room, and the sound of cutting down trees outside was even louder. As soon as he hurriedly opened the door, he saw that there was no one inside. He was shocked and shouted in the yard: "Master, Master. Where have you been?"

He has seen his master since he was a child.

"Bang."

There was a loud noise in the yard. Mingdao looked at the fallen plum tree in a daze and didn't know how to explain how the master came back and stamped his feet and scolded, "Madman, you are crazy."

Yang Zifan waved his hand and burned the tree, sat in the bare yard, took out the incense burner and carefully placed it in the middle of the courtyard, and looked up at the sky and nodded with satisfaction.

Then I didn't know where to take out the red powder and carefully sprinkled a handful into the incense burner. Mingdao didn't know why Yang Zifan suddenly went crazy. He had no choice but to be upset. He covered his ears and sat on the futon and recited the scriptures to the little green tree in the hall.

Yang Zifan patted the ground, stood up and nodded with satisfaction, and returned to the viewing and sat on the ground with closed his eyes. That night, Lingtai Temple did not light a lamp, and neither Mingdao or Yang Zifan opened his eyes.

In the early morning of the second day, Yang Zifan woke up and saluted Ming Dao beside him: "Brother, good morning." It has returned to its former politeness.

Mingdao turned his back and ignored him.

Yang Zifan stood up and said, "I offended yesterday, but I have to refine this sword."

Mingdao still doesn't speak.

The sound of knocking on the door came from outside the door.

Yang Zifan stood up and came to the door and poked his head out. He saw a clear young man standing outside.

Mr. Qinglang saw Yang Zifan and said with a smile, "Your master is here."

Yang Zifan didn't know him and said with a smile, "Yes, come in."

Mingdao in Guanli heard the sound outside and hurried out for fear that Yang Zifan would cause trouble again. At this time, Yang Zifan came in with the clear prince.

Ming Dao frowned when he saw him taking strangers in and stepped forward and said, "Who is the donor?"

Mr. Qinglang smiled and said, "Are you Ming Dao?"

Ming Dao wondered, "Does the donor know me?"

Mr. Qinglang said, "We met when I was a child. Is your master available?"

Ming Dao shook his head and said, "Master, I don't know where he has gone."

The clear man frowned and said, "Then why didn't the lamp light yesterday?"

Ming Dao looked at Yang Zifan, and Yang Zifan said, "I forgot."

The clear man's face changed slightly and said, "How can you forget this matter? Didn't your master tell you about it?"

The two shook their heads.

The Qinglang son said angrily, "The old man dares to fool me. Look at me kill his two apprentices to relieve his hatred." After saying that, he pinched the fairy formula and turned into two leaves to wrap them, and Mingdao had no room for struggle to be wrapped by the leaves. Yang Zifan smiled and said, "Why did you do it when you met?"

The leaf flew to him and he grabbed the leaf in his hand and turned into a peach blossom. Mr. Qinglang was slightly shocked and said, "It turns out that there are masters."

Yang Zifan smiled and did not answer, throwing out the peach blossoms in his hand. The clear prince stepped back seven or eight steps when he met the enemy, put his hands together to play a set of instructions, and called out a round beautiful shield in front of him, but he didn't expect that the menacing peach blossom turned into a powerless petal as soon as he touched the shield.

Mr. Qinglang said angrily, "You fooled me." After saying that, he raised his hand to sacrifice a fairy sword, which was dazzlingly white all over his body and took Yang Zifan's head in the air.

Yang Zifan slowly stretched out his palm when the sword came, and a smile flashed in his eyes. His fairy sword is called white yarn. It seems flat but has extremely powerful power. Whoever takes it will definitely die.

The white sand fell in front of Yang Zifan and suddenly turned into a fine yarn wrapped around his neck, but he saw that his slowly raised hand just grabbed the flying sword turned into a fine yarn, just like white yarn flying into his hand.

His hand pinched Bai Sha Linkong and shouted, "Let's go." The white yarn returned to its original shape and fell to the ground and shook several times. The luster on the body disappeared into two pieces.

Mr. Qinglang was shocked and said, "Who are you?"

Yang Zifan smiled and said, "It was my fault that I didn't light the lamp yesterday. Please go back."

Mr. Qinglang lost his face and said angrily, "Try my magic weapon again." He said that he had just wanted to take out the treasure but suddenly saw Yang Zifan in front of him take a step forward, and his unparalleled momentum gushed out. He suddenly felt that he was standing in the turbulent sea and fell into the water. He couldn't escape. Just as he was about to die, the waves around him suddenly retreated, and he was still stable. Standing in the courtyard, Yang Zifan's feet on the opposite side were still not taken back. He wiped the sweat on his forehead and said politely, "I don't know what the senior is."

Yang Zifan withdrew his feet and smiled, "I'm Mingdao's younger brother. That's all. I won't forget to light the lamp tonight. Please go!"

Mr. Qinglang hurriedly said, "Good bye." He hurriedly left the Taoist temple.

The leaves that wrapped Mingdao also disappeared after Mr. Qinglang left. Mingdao stared at Yang Zifan. Although he was trapped just now, he could see clearly.

"Who the hell are you?"

Yang Zifan blinked at him and said, "Brother has asked me for the sixth time."

"Oh, my sword almost burnt." He quickly ran to the incense burner and looked inside. He took out a handful of red powder and sprinkled it in. Then he turned his head and looked at Ming Dao standing beside him and said, "Brother, I still need a light tonight."

A strange person came without lighting the lamp. This view is a little strange. Yang Zifan knows that he also understands that he needs to find a lotus seed here, refine a sword, and then complete a promise.

For two consecutive months, there has been no trace of the master. Mingdao has been used to Yang Zifan's method of refining his face. There are methods every day, but it is the first time he has heard of adding a handful of red powder to the incense burner every day.

Well, after Yang Zifan added powder, Mingdao said curiously, "Yang Zifan, how long will it take to practice this sword?"

Yang Zifan calculated and said, "A little more than a year or a hundred years."

Mingdao asked again, "What's the use of practicing?"

Yang Zifan said, "I will become better if I practice."

Ming Dao said puzzled, "You are already very powerful."

Yang Zifan sighed, "There is something better than me here."

Ming Dao said curiously, "Who is so powerful? Tell me your story!"

Yang Zifan sat on the ground and said, "Okay, I'll tell you a story."

Once a man fell into a big pit and didn't know how to climb out. At that time, he had friends and relatives around him. In addition, there was a person with a ladder, but the person with a ladder did not want to go out of the pit, so the person above the pit said, "Go and grab the ladder, so the man tried to save his friend. He went there. He had a fight with the man and found that the man had no ladder at all, and the man had excellent martial arts and he was killed himself. You said that this man was not pitiful.

After hearing this, Mingdao shook his head and said, "What a pity."

Yang Zifan said, "Yes, it's so pitiful."

Ming Dao said again, "But I think the people in the pit are more hateful."

Yang Zifan looked at him and said, "What would you do if you were the man in the pit?"

Mingdao said helplessly, "I will only listen to the people above and fight with that man."

Yang Zifan nodded and said, "That's exactly the case. Many times we are very pitiful."

Ming Dao stood up and said, "Whatever, we haven't fallen into the pit. Yang Zifan might as well go outside and become a senior official!"

Yang Zifan also stood up and smiled and said, "I just came here from outside. What are you going out for?"

Ming said, "Then when will you leave?"

Yang Zifan said, "The sword is refined, and the seed will not leave until it is found."

Mingdao's eyes lit up and said, "Can you take me out?"

Yang Zifan shook his head and said, "No, I will die if I go out."

Ming Dao was shocked, "Are you going to die?"

Yang Zifan said, "I have very strong enemies. They have always been outside."

Ming Dao said, "They are all outside. Why don't you come in?"

Yang Zifan said, "They are waiting, just like we forgot to light the lamp and came to Mr. Qinglang."

Mingdao has some understanding.

Yang Zifan climbed to the Taoist wall and looked at the scenery under the mountain. It was vast and surrounded by green trees. Mingdao also climbed up and looked at the scenery outside and shouted, "One day I will go out and become a senior official."

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After another month, the gate suddenly opened, and the blind man slowly walked in with a crutch. At that time, Yang Zifan was adding red dust to the incense burner.

Mingdao saw Master running over and said happily, "Master, why did you leave without saying a word?"

Master said, "Don't worry about going out to find something. It's okay in these two months."

Ming Dao stretched out his tongue and lied to Yang Zifan and said, "It's okay, everything is fine."

Master turned his head and said, "Really? Why do I feel that a tree is missing in the yard?

Yang Zifan said, "I cut it."

Master nodded and said, "Come with me to the backyard."

Mingdao also wants to follow, and the master said, "Mingdao should go to understand. The green tree in Guanli is your destiny."

"Oh!" Mingdao grabbed his head and left it.

Yang Zifan followed the blind old man to the room. The blind old man touched his body and took out a paper bag from his clothes and put it on the table, saying, "How long has it been?"

Yang Zifan said, "It's been almost a year."

The blind old man nodded, put his crutch on the table and said, "What are you doing here?"

Yang Zifan said, "Look for a seed, the seed of a lotus flower."

The blind old man looked up and looked at him. A pair of pale eyes seemed to be looking at him. After a while, he said, "What about yours?"

Yang Zifan said, "It's ruined."

The blind old man looked at it for a while and shook his head and said, "How can you be sure I have it here?"

Yang Zifan looked at him and said, "I know about you."

"Oh!" The blind old man nodded and suddenly waved his hand and said, "Get out."

Yang Zifan was puzzled and sat motionless on the futon, so he had to go out. Ming Dao stood outside and was about to overhear Yang Zifan coming out and asked, "Yang Zifan, what did Master say?"

Yang Zifan said with a wry smile, "He asked me to get out."

Ming Dao smiled and said, "What did you say to Master?"

Yang Zifan shook his head and said, "I didn't say anything." With that, he walked to the yard and recalled the conversation just now. He didn't know what he had said wrong. Mingdao kept asking his master what he said. He didn't want to say anything. Telling this brother about himself would only cause him trouble. Mingdao asked for a long time without saying that Yang Zifan was angry and said, "Forget it, I'll ask the master."

Yang Zifan closed his eyes and leaned against the tree and looked at the small incense burner in the courtyard in a daze. Today, the blind Taoist priest called him in. He thought it was done, but he changed a bad word.

He thought about it in the yard all night, and the next day he saw Mingdao appear, but today's Mingdao was a little strange. He held Fengliu in his left hand and Huomei in his right hand, and his eyes were red.

Yang Zifan asked him, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Ming Dao said with a wry smile, "Master asked me to go down the mountain."

"downhill? Why is this? Yang Zifan is puzzled.

said clearly, "I don't know. He was furious when I asked you about yesterday. He gave Feng Liu and Huo Mei to say that the master's fate was over. He ignored me after kneeling all night."

Yang Zifan vaguely guessed something in his heart and said, "Brother, haven't you always wanted to go down the mountain to see the outside world?"

Ming Dao said with a bitter face, "I said so, but I haven't understood the meaning of that green tree. How can I go down the mountain? When I was a child, the master said that the tree was my life, so he put the tree in the view and let me understand it by myself. He said that I would not teach you fairy arts. As long as I understand it, I can get a Taoist heart and I will know any spells at that time.

Yang Zifan's heart moved and smiled, "Master asked you to go, but you can't go!"

Ming Dao shook his head and said, "This is the master's place. I was picked up by him. He asked me to go, but I can only go."

Yang Zifan said, "I can't see it. He said that your life is that tree. You can't leave without understanding it."

Ming Dao looked at him and said, "Is it really okay?"

Yang Zifan smiled and said, "Of course. Master asked me to get out of here, but I didn't get out of here. He confiscated me. I don't rely on it every day."

Mingdao's eyes lit up and said, "That's it." With that, he hurried back to his room.

Yang Zifan came to the blind door with his mind and asked, "I'm in." Without waiting for an answer, he pushed the door straight in and walked in.

The blind old man sat on the futon and asked angrily, "Do you understand?"

Yang Zifan said, "I don't understand, that's why I came to ask for advice."

The blind old man nodded and seemed to be satisfied with the answer and said, "Why are you looking for lotus seeds?"

Yang Zifan said, "Lotus is my Taoist heart and where I understand, but unfortunately he destroyed it, so I have to find a lotus seed to make it grow again."

The blind old man thought for a moment and said, "Your cultivation is still the same now. Isn't it too much to find Taoism?"

Yang Zifan shook his head and said, "I understood who I was in the past, but now I can't go where I want to go without Taoism."

The blind old man asked, "You came from nine days. It is already the highest place. Is there any other place to go?"

Yang Zifan said, "How can the direction of the heart be defined by the region?"

The blind old man said, "Then where on earth do you want to go?"

Yang Zifan thought, "What my heart wants, the land of freedom."

The blind old man asked, "What is freedom?"

Yang Zifan said, "I am for my body, I am for my heart, and this is freedom."

"Haha...arrogant!" The blind old man suddenly laughed wildly and said, "What do you dare to pursue such a thing?"

Yang Zifan said, "Why can't you pursue it?"

said blindly, "You were born to your parents and live in the world. Do you have one of yours?"

Yang Zifan smiled and said, "Naturally, my heart is mine."

The blind old man said, "You said that your heart is your own, and I ask you where your lotus heart comes from?"

Yang Zifan said honestly, "Others came first."

The blind old man said, "In this case, how dare you say that your heart is yours? It's simply stupid."

Yang Zifan was angry and scolded, "Blar, my heart is mine, and what you said is nonsense. Don't I know my own things?"

The blind old man seemed to be waiting for this sentence. His tone weakened and asked, "Do you know where the seed is now?"

Yang Zifan suddenly realized and was stunned.