Chapter 67 Broken Bridge Residual Snow

Ziyang Guanzhu and Qing Yangzi both praised the crazy knife to save the mysterious swordsman. They both saw that the great enemy in their life were trapped in the battle by others, and how broad-minded and temperament they could put aside the sect to save each other.

Ziyang Zhenren couldn't help sighing: "Crazy knife, your chivalrous spirit is quite similar to the demeanor of Confucian masters. Remember, you are straightforward by nature. You should know that the world is sinister. It's better to be bold and careful. Don't be plotted by a group of Jianghu Xiaoxiao like your uncle. It's really unfair."

The mad knife answered, "Master's words are taught by life, and the disciples remember them in their hearts and dare not forget them at all times."

Qingyangzi said, "Also, uncle also knows that you have a fire-like temper. Young people are prone to be impulsive and reckless. You should know that it is not too late for a gentleman to revenge for ten years. Real masters need calmness and strong endurance. Anger often hurts 800 enemies and self-damage 3,000. If you can't even pass this level, how can you compete with others at the peak?

Mad Knife immediately thought of the mysterious swordsman and Tianjue Situ's injury. Although he was a cold and arrogant, he was not surprised by the favors and disgrace, and the joy and anger were not added to the color. Uncle Qingyang's words were obviously a ardent hope for himself. He not only had to surpass them in martial arts, but also had to be better than them in terms of his nature. .

The mad knife turned over and bowed down again. After thanking the teachings of the two uncles and uncles, they asked in detail about the scene of Ziyang Zhenren going to Lingshan Temple to participate in the Jialan Conference. Who were the Buddhists to help the battle, how to laugh and hide the knife in it, and finally besieged the real person. How did Ziyang Zhenren suppressed his breath and rushed out of the siege. When he returned to Xiandu, he immediately He fell under the peak of Dinghu Lake.

The more he heard the mad knife, the more angry he became, and his eyes were about to crack. Ziyang Zhenren lay on the sickbed and said, while seeing the nature of the mad knife, he sighed and said faintly, "Just now, your uncle Qingyang and I told you, did you forget it in a blink of an eye?"

The mad knife was shocked and muttered, "The disciple never dared to forget the teachings of the master, but for a moment, he was angry for the teacher."

Qingyangzi said, "My Taoism pays attention to quietness and incompetence, Confucianism pays attention to peace of mind, and Buddhism pays attention to all laws. In fact, the truth is the same, so your opponent is often calmer and easier to control anger than you. Whether you gain or lose, don't pay attention to it and guard against arrogance and impatience. You must learn more from me to teach Taoism and cultivate your character in the future.

Ziyang Zhenren also said, "Your uncle is right. Although you are superb in swordsmanship and proud of the heroes, you still need to ask more advice, such as your heavenly virtual ancestor. They are all masters who can point out your lack of Taoism."

Kuangdao listened and was sincerely convinced and said, "Thank you for your guidance. My disciples must study the Taoism well in the future, and I will not humiliate my uncle."

Ziyang Guanzhu nodded and said, "Okay! I will nourish my spirit first, and you can look far from the valley outside the cave and feel the ethereal scenery of the fairy capital, which is also very beneficial to practice.

Qingyangzi patted the shoulder of the wild knife and smiled, "Nephew, do you understand the deep meaning of teaching thirty-six holes of heaven and seventy-two blessings? This good place is to better cultivate yourself and understand the mystery. Go ahead.

The mad knife stepped out of the cave according to the words, and there was a lot of heaven and earth in the cave. Outside the cave, there were also hanging buildings. The mad knife looked at the rails, and between the pitch, it was full of clouds and fog, which was really a fairy treasure.

The cool breeze in the Buxu Valley came to my face with fog. The mad knife only felt layers of coldness, blew away the unevenness in my heart, and blew a rare calmness.

At this moment, it is still snowing in Hangzhou, and Mr. Mingyue is also looking at the lonely mountain at the end of the West Lake with the same eyes.

However, the color ring behind Mr. Mingyue said in a man's voice: "In the north of Jiating West of Gushan Temple, the surface of the water is low. Several early warblers compete for warm trees, whose new swallow pecks spring mud. The flowers are becoming more and more attractive, so that Asakusa can have no horseshoes. I love the lack of travel to the east of the lake, and the white sand dike in the green poplar shade.

Mr. Mingyue smiled at the flying snow all over the sky: "Yes, the year has passed, and spring is not far away. I guess there will be more than one more months, which is the scene in the poem."

The color ring sighed, "It won't take a month, but we can't wait, hey..."

Mr. Mingyue said strangely, "What's the sigh? Isn't it good that we can stand on the broken bridge and watch the snow scenery on the Baidi now?"

Caihuan smiled and said, "I'm not a child anymore. Miss, I'm old. You have to call me Caihuan girl in the future. Don't call me Caihuan."

Mr. Mingyue nodded and smiled, "Okay, color ring girl, do you think I look like a literati today? Isn't this scene very elegant?"

The color ring said, "If you shake the folding fan again on a snowy day, it will be more like, hehe. People who travel to the West Lake on ordinary snowy days are all boating from afar or looking at the remnants of the broken bridge from afar on the edge of the West Lake. How can there be such elegance as a prince? Baba's coming up to the broken bridge, they don't look at the broken bridge, but look at us.

Mr. Mingyue said, "This makes people draw pictures. It's better to play closely than to see them from a distance. Have you heard the story of the Leifeng Tower in the west south?"

Caihuan sighed, "Brother is becoming more and more like a poor scholar. Of course, the story of Lei Feng Tower is White Lady and Xu Xian. Do you also want to meet a White Lady on this broken bridge? No wonder Sister Xiang hummed and sneered before leaving.

It turned out that Mr. Mingyue drank the tea cooked by the butterfly dance in the early morning and no longer talked about the magic religion with the mysterious swordsman and the dark night Liuxiang. He only felt that the mysterious swordsman always gave people a cold and stressful feeling. Maybe he was ashamed. Anyway, Mr. Mingyue did not want to stay with him much time, so he invited him to swim in the West Lake in the dark night.

Liuxiang knew that he was going to look for red sleeves in the dark night. He smiled coldly and couldn't help it. Landie dance was embarrassed to go because of yesterday's true feelings. Only those who are elegant only have colorful rings, so the two stand on the broken bridge of the white dike at this moment to enjoy the snow scenery of the West Lake.

Mr. Mingyue said, "Your sister Xiang really snorted and sneered?"

The color ring said, "Oh! I thought you had offended her again.

Mr. Mingyue said, "She is really the magic star I hit. She even knows what I think."

The color ring opened her eyes wide and said in surprise, "Do you really come out to meet a white lady?" No wonder he pretended to be a sour scholar, and his every move is very similar to Xu Xian.

Mr. Mingyue smiled bitterly: "To tell you the truth, it's not waiting for the white lady, but the red lady."

The color ring is even more surprised: "Red Lady?"

Mr. Mingyue sighed, "Uh-huh! Red sleeves like to wear red shirts and red skirts, isn't she a red lady?

The color ring suddenly smiled bitterly and said, "Oh! You are waiting for her, not only a witch, but also a witch, much more powerful than the White Snake Lady.