Chapter 115 The Beginning of Taoism

Hangzhou, West Lake, Hunan, Longshan.

Longshan is also known as Yuhuang Mountain. The legendary Yuhuang Feiyun is located here. It is located between the West Lake and the Qiantang River. There is a saying that "East Zhejiang tide, West Lake scenery, Longshan scenic spot, extreme martial arts grand view."

At this moment, Mr. Mingyue is standing on the edge of a pool outside the Flying Dragon Cave in Longshan, his eyebrows are like a distant mountain, and his expression is unrestrained. He staring at a pool of spring water. The pool water seems to be spiritual, like a dragon coming out of the water. The water splashes up, and the drops and pieces are beautiful.

Sikong's lifeless and ethereal voice sounded: "Take up Ziweijue, gather the water beads, and condense the water into ice."

The bright moon danced, and the wind around him became stronger and stronger. The posture of the palm of his arms could not stop changing, and the splashes and drops of water splashed in the pool moved with the human posture, as if he were alive.

The bright moon suddenly turned around, and the palm wind condensed its internal force and pushed it away to the pool. The water was condensed into countless ice and rose to the sky. Under the sunlight, there was a crystal clear light, and a small rainbow could be faintly seen in the middle.

Mr. Mingyue sighed and said, "This is too difficult. Princess Sikong, you'd better teach me something else."

Sikong said with a smile, "What did you call me again?"

Mr. Mingyue smiled and said, "Hmm! It's Shan'er. Shan's watch me practice early in the morning, but the rainbow is getting lighter and lighter. Isn't it getting worse and worse?

Sikong smiled with no fate, like a bright snow lotus blooming gently in the eternal ice and snow. The more he looked at it, the more he looked like the Chang'e Fairy in the moon. Mr. Mingyue almost lost his three souls and seven souls again. Mr. Mingyue smiled bitterly: "I still turned my face and didn't look at you. Your eyes and your smile are too lethal. It's touching, hey Oh, I'm distracted again."

Sikong laughed out of his voice, but his voice was obviously much more angry than a few days ago. Finally, he suppressed his smile and said, "Are you praising me? Or is it hurting me? Don't laugh."

Mr. Mingyue didn't dare to turn around and just sighed, "Well, naturally I'm praising you. Master Shan'er asked for advice, and the disciples stopped laughing."

Sikong squeezed his mouth and smiled gently. It was easy to stop and explained, "This is what dripping into ice is like. At the beginning, when the power is shallow, all the excitement is water. If it can't condense into ice, naturally there is no rainbow. When your skills are deeper and you are more proficient in transporting Ziwei, the drops of water will gradually condense into ice without completely condensing, and then a rainbow will appear. The lighter rainbow means that your water drops are gradually condensed into ice. When all the water drops are condensed into ice, there will be no rainbows. In this way, dripping water into ice will be regarded as a great success.

Mr. Mingyue cried bitterly: "Oh, it's so difficult. When will there be no drops of water?"

Sikong encouraged: "You transport Ziweijue a few more times and slowly experience it. If you are not in a hurry to practice, I'll stew the meat for you."

Mr. Mingyue turned around and smiled and said, "How is your internal strength recovered now? Let me boil the water."

Sikong looked back and smiled: "By what you gave me, I almost didn't get angry to death. I have recovered 30%. I don't need to scorpions and scorpions. Go and practice."

Mr. Mingyue was almost in a trance by this smile. He had to restrain his good heart first, sit down cross his knees, look at the light smoke of the ancient tree, follow the method taught by Sikong, and transport Ziwei.

The weather has been sunny and windy these days. Not only is the green at the foot of Longshan Mountain, but also the grass grows in the gossip fields on Longshan Mountain. From a distance, there is a green smoke, which is very beautiful.

Only such a quiet and beautiful scenery can make Mr. Mingyue quickly calm down, and his heart is empty and clear, reaching the state of selflessness. At this time, Ziwei is the most unimpeded, and the inner breath is endless and endless.

In these days, not only did Mr. Mingyue learn the flying sword and some simple light decisions, but also practiced the purple myrtle god every day, slowly recovered his skills, and taught Mr. Mingyue magic in his spare time.

Sikong's internal power passed to Mingyue in the Leifeng Tower is all feminine, which makes Mr. Mingyue's moves sometimes strong and sometimes feminine. Learning spells often makes Sikong's lifeless cry or laugh.

Once Sikong had no life to pass on the red clouds he had used in the Jinghu Flute Pavilion. Mr. Mingyue once saw with his own eyes that a red cloud approached the mysterious swordsman in the control of Sikong's lifeless group, which greatly dispersed the sword spirit of the mysterious swordsman. He was really envious and hurriedly said, "Master Shan'er, teach me that Hongyun is not only powerful. And it's beautiful and tight."

Sikong smiled and said, "This Taoism is not called Hongyun, but Taiyin Cloud. It is purely controlled by feminine internal forces. Now you are all the feminine internal forces I passed on to you. It should be easier to learn from Taiyin Cloud."

Taiyinyun needs to condense internal forces with both hands and hold a circle in his arms. Every time Sikong Wumei holds white clouds or red clouds are round and cute, while Mr. Mingyue holds a variety of strange things every time, sometimes like a gourd, sometimes like a bird, sometimes like a peeled corn, the best time. Hou was like an apple, and Sikong had no choice but to sigh, "Only this time is round."

Mr. Mingyue has nothing to do in his spare time. He always practices the spells given by Sikong Wuming over and over again. The most common practice is to use Qi to control the sword and fuse the internal force in the sword moves. The sword spirit can break wood and gravel. Sikong's lifelessness just smiles when he sees it: "It seems that you also want to become a mysterious swordsman. The peerless swordsman? It's a pity that my swordsmanship is not good and I can't teach you.

Mr. Mingyue laughed and said, "My swordsmanship used to be arrogantly, but it's a pity that it's nothing when I come to the three thousand worlds. Now I can turn my internal force into sword moves, and I can also carry a strong sword spirit, but I'm not familiar with it, but it's strong and weak."

At first, Mr. Mingyue went to the well to fray water, go to the mountain to chop firewood and burn fire, and then catch some game, because Longshan is on the edge of the West Lake. Mr. Mingyue occasionally goes around the West Lake to buy some daily applications, such as tea seasoning, including jade hairpin bracelets bought for Sikong and so on. But I can't go for too long, for fear that Sikong will have an accident alone in Longshan. Later, Sikong's internal strength gradually recovered, and he could carry Guangjue to shoot birds and beasts, and said, "In the future, when I come to make a fire and cook, it's important for you to practice well."

Mr. Mingyue laughed and said, "How can that be? Your internal strength has not been fully restored. Besides, it's not what the princess did to boil water and chop wood. It's up to me."

Sikong said strangely, "Do you still think I'm a princess?" In fact, I'm just an ordinary little girl. The game I cook may not be as good as you, but in terms of the heat, I can cook better than you.

Mr. Mingyue always said, "In my mind, you are Chang'e of the Moon Palace, the noble princess. How can you do these rough work? Let me do it."

Sikong said unhappily, "I'm Shan'er, not a fairy princess. You look like a prince of a family. In the future, I will be your maid. I will do whatever you want for you."

Mr. Mingyue smiled bitterly and said, "That's unbearable. Although I'm called Mr. Mingyue, it seems to be such a thing, but after all, he is a depressed son. Wouldn't you kill me if you want to be my maid? I'm so lucky that I really can't afford it."

Sikong Wuming finally said, "If you don't let me boil water and cook rice, I won't eat or drink, hum!"

Mr. Mingyue couldn't help it, so he had to agree. He tried to let Sikong Wuming cook the meat once. Before cooking, Sikong Wuming personally picked wild vegetables and mushrooms from the mountain, which surprised Mr. Mingyue and sighed, "You still knew what wild vegetables can be eaten and which ones can't be eaten."

Sikong smiled and said, "What's the matter? Who is like you who is not diligent and grain? You can't call out anything except the fruit on the tree. It's strange that it's not funny."

Mr. Mingyue smiled and said, "After all, I know a plant that can eat. You definitely don't know."

Sikong said strangely, "Oh? Which one? Mushrooms? I dare not eat what you picked. Isn't it bad if it's poisonous?

Mr. Mingyue said, "The vegetation I'm talking about is elliptical leaves, which are everywhere, also called licorice."

Sikong smiled and said, "Licorice is used as medicine. How can it be eaten?"

Mr. Mingyue said, "The roots of licorice can also be used to make tea. It's not a sweet taste in the West Lake Longjing."

Sikong smiled and said, "Okay, in the future, you will put some licorice roots when you make tea, and I will also taste it."

On that day, the chicken cooked by Sikong Wuming and mushrooms and wild vegetables was much more delicious than that cooked by Mr. Mingyue. Sikong Wuming smiled and said, "I'm a maid, aren't you? I'm afraid you can't hire a hundred taels a day."

Mr. Mingyue had to sigh, "There is no maid in the world who is as beautiful as a fairy. I have really been blessed for several generations to eat the food you cooked."

Sikong had no life but said, "In the future, I will cook for you every day. Don't be embarrassed. There is a saying that you have been on the same boat for a hundred years. You and I have been practicing in Longshan for hundreds of years, haven't you?"

So every day when Mr. Mingyue rushed to boil water to cook, Sikong refused him and only let him concentrate on practicing.

Now Mr. Mingyue sat cross-legged and ran Zhou Tian according to Ziwei's decision. His heart was clear and reached the state of selflessness. It was not until the third operation of Zhou Tian that he found that Sikong Wuming did not know when he had come to his approach. Seeing that Mingyue had finished practicing, he smiled and said, "Come on! Drink this cup of tea before dinner.

Mr. Mingyue picked up the teacup, and there was a trace of warmth in his heart. He raised the cup and took a sip, but the entrance was a little sweet in addition to the tea fragrance of West Lake Longjing. He smiled and said, "You also boil some licorice?"

Sikong's lifeless smile smiled, and Mr. Mingyue suddenly felt that Sikong's lifeless smile no longer made him lose his three souls and courage. Such a smile is the sweetest and most beautiful.