Sealing Sword

Ren, one self-denial.

If "The Promise Kung Fu" is a medicine that removes the seven emotions, "Thousand Tribulation Kung Fu" is a Gu that plants the three poisons.

Duanqing is now hard to control himself, and Xuansu is still suffering from the "Thousand Calamity Kungfu". It is useless to use "Wuji Kungfu" alone to make them restrain themselves and cultivate their minds. If they are not careful, they will make mistakes.

At this moment, Duan Ya suddenly understood Su Qing's mood back then.

He was so full of thoughts, but he did not expect Xuan Su's answer.

The young man has no past, the present and the future are tied to the Supreme Palace, he has been chasing the shadow of Duan Ya, using it as a beacon, dreaming of becoming someone like him.

Xuan Su said that he wanted to be the head of the Supreme Palace like him, Duan Ya couldn't help laughing.He felt that he was not very good at all, and he was a thousand miles away from being indomitable. If he really said that he had any strengths, he would probably have no regrets in this life.

He didn't make a move, but raised his sword and walked out of Wangchen Peak.

(six)

As the saying goes, "It is better to go with the flow than to overpower people's difficulties." Instead of just using "Wuji Gong" to force their xinxing and not knowing their emotions for the rest of their lives, it is better to let them know the way and find the way through the mist.

This was the last method that Duan Ya came up with. Although he took the risk, he thought that the differences and differences between the two exercises are still reasonable and feasible.

However, there is only "Thousand Tribulation Kungfu" in the Taishang Palace, but its martial arts no longer exists. Even Duan Qing only learned a few tricks by chance, let alone Xuan Su.If you want to get the whole set of martial arts to restore the full version of "Thousand Tribulation Kung Fu", you can only work hard from He Lianyu.

It's not the first time Duan Ya saw him, from Mu Yan'an back then to He Lianyu now, the changes of a person are very different, but Duan Ya doesn't care.

Enmity has its own owner, karma, these are not up to Duan Ya to calculate, provocations and provocations are also deaf to him, what he wants is the "Thousand Tribulations" martial arts.

Dong Dao Ji Qingyan practiced the orthodox martial arts of the Taishang Palace, but this time he did not use "Wuji Kungfu" to fight against the enemy, but used gossip and swordsmanship to fight against the enemy. Even if He Lianyu gradually saw through his intentions, he was rejected Trapped in the sword array, you can't get out, and you can only fight to the end.

He saw every move taken by the sword, and he remembered every wound on his body. There is no pen and ink here, but it is more unforgettable than black and white.

When he memorized the last move, he was almost unable to hold the sword, and the eight extraordinary meridians were almost torn apart, so Duan Ya took a slanted front, cut his neck veins backhand with the reverse sword method, and flew back at the same time. Get out of the battle circle and run around.

But he didn't expect to meet Zhao Bing'e at the end of the narrow road.

That summons letter was Zhao Bing'e's repayment of his love back then, and now they are blocking the way to collect the debt he owed for preventing her from breaking open the temple gate and forcing her to go down the mountain.

She is so clear, as she used to be, it can be seen that some things are completely different, and some things remain the same.

Duan Ya wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, leaned on his sword, and heard Zhao Bing'e ask: "Master Daoist, I have a question that I have been holding back for so many years, can you tell me?"

"You said."

She lowered her eyes: "Are you the one who leaked my identity back then, cut off my path, and shattered my dreams?"

"You still ask questions with your temperament, but I would like to thank you for your trust in me." Duan Ya smiled slightly, shook his head and said, "Although I knew your identity at the beginning, I was not optimistic about your future, but Since we have intersected, there is no reason to stab a knife in the back."

"In that case, why did you stop me?"

Duanya fell silent.

He thought of the two people who were cut open by a temple door that year, and the years when they walked side by side. His thoughts were divided into two. woman.

In the end, he just said: "There is no reason, it's just how it should be."

After all, the broken mirror is difficult to recover, and it can never go back to the past, nor can it change the future.Since they didn't say it before, saying it now will only add to their respective grievances.

Zhao Bing'e didn't move the knife, she broke one of his ribs with her palm, and thus ended all grievances and grievances.

"There is a fast horse at the foot of the mountain, let's go." Zhao Bing'e brushed past him, "Don't come here again, and don't be friends with people like me... Daoist."

"Wait." Duan Ya stopped her, "Did you ever have a child?"

Zhao Bing's pupils shrank, and the thorns that had just been retracted stood up again.

She was sensitive, so naturally she didn't miss the word "Zeng", but everyone in Buried Soul Palace knew that her son "Zhao Qing" was always with her in Mizong Ridge, how could Duan Ya say such a word?

"What do you mean?"

"Seven years ago, I sneaked into Mizong Ridge for some reason. Just in time for the civil war in Burial Soul Palace, I rescued a child under the rubble." Duan Ya handed the longevity lock to him with his blood-stained hands. She took a breath, "When I saw this thing, I guessed it was your child. I wanted to reunite him with your mother and child after he was cured, but I didn't expect that there was another 'son' of yours in the Palace of Burying Souls... I don't know. What is the entanglement in this, I don't know what your plan is, and I can't bear Zhizi to return to the quagmire in such a state, so I left him in the Supreme Palace to be my apprentice."

Zhao Bingye's calm face was shattered the moment she took the longevity lock.

Her hands trembled, and she almost dropped the thing on the ground, her lips moved, her expression changed, and in the end she could only stumble and ask a sentence: "You...what did you say?!"

"His current name is Ji Yunshu, his Taoist name is Xuansu, he is 15 years old, half of his left face has been burned for many years, but the rest of his face has your shadow." Duanya looked at her, "He was once really injured because of "Thousand Tribulations". Qi suffered from insanity, so I took him to Xichuan to seek medical treatment from Sekong, and now he is no different from ordinary people, he can read characters and learn principles, and his martial arts and swordsmanship have also improved very quickly... Do you want to meet him?"

Zhao Bing'e gritted her teeth, her voice trembling: "I..."

"I'm telling you, because you are the biological mother, you should have the right to know his whereabouts, but..." Duan Ya coughed a few times, "I am his teacher, since I have taught and adopted him, I must Be responsible for him. If you want to see him, you can go to the Supreme Palace at any time, but if you want to take him away, it depends on his own will."

After a long while, Zhao Bing'e said hoarsely: "I...I will go to see him."

Duan Ya's eyebrows twitched: "You don't want to take him away?"

"If it is true as you said, he is very good in the Taishang Palace, and here... there is already a 'Zhao Qing'." Zhao Bing'e took a deep breath, as if swallowing a knife, cutting his internal organs with pain, The man also became sober and calmed down, "It was because I didn't take good care of him back then, and I didn't deserve to be his mother. How can I bring him back to the dragon's pool and tiger's den now?"

"Helian Yu doesn't care about him?" Duan Ya had heard the gossip about Zhao Bing'e and Helian Yu from the mouth of the Mo Dao, and thought that this son was their flesh and blood, but now it seems that there are still articles.

Zhao Bing'e squinted his eyes: "What? Once the Taoist priest heard that this was Helian Yu's flesh and blood, he refused to raise the child of the devil's enemy?"

Duan Ya said: "Parents' bloodlines are determined by God, but the future of life is up to me. I didn't save him for a reason, I taught him for a reason, and it doesn't matter who he is. As a master, I just need to remember him. He is my disciple, as long as he knows how to teach him well."

Hearing this, Zhao Bing'e was silent for a moment, then suddenly sneered.

"He Lianyu... Heh, what is he? Is he worthy to climb into my bed and let me give birth to him?" Her eyes were dark, "I, Zhao Bing'e, have only loved a dead bald donkey in my life. If you go to the Western Paradise and become a Buddha, you have to go down to the eighteenth level of hell with me."

Love to the extreme becomes an obsession, love to the depths has become persistent.

Duan Ya's heart beat violently, he was numb for a while as he watched her back in the distance.

(Seven)

After Duanya returned, he was ill for a long time before he could barely recover.

When he was recuperating from his injuries, Xuansu hung around him like a kitten all day long. Except for his schoolwork, he was busy in the medicine hut, and Duanyi was so annoying that he wanted to throw him out. Sometimes Duanya lay on the bed and watched He couldn't help shaking his head like he was being scalded by the medicine pot and hurriedly touched his ears - this kid didn't learn his mother's shrewdness at all, but he was even more stupid than Sekong's elm.

After the shock at the beginning, in fact, it was more clear. After all, he knew Zhao Bing'e and Sekong too well. Although such a truth was unexpected, it was actually reasonable.

But in the final analysis, what he cares about is never entanglement, but self-examination.

That night, Duan Ya went to the Wall of Confession, and the moment he opened the Broken Dragon Stone, the people inside didn't take the opportunity to rush out, and everything was as silent as death.

During this period of time, Duan Heng was the one who delivered water, food, and supplies. Judging by his appearance, Duan Qing was fine.Duan Ya walked all the way to the innermost place, and saw the junior brother with loose white hair meditating on the stone bed to adjust his breath.

Compared with the appearance when he was just locked in, Duanqing looked much calmer, as if he had returned to normal, but when he opened his eyes, there was still blood in the square inch.

He said coldly: "Your complexion is ugly and your steps are sloppy. It's because of serious injuries that have damaged your foundation."

Duan Ya didn't feel offended, he sat down on the stone bench and said with a smile, "What else did Junior Brother see?"

"where did you go?"

Duan Ya didn't lie to him: "Buried Soul Palace."

Duanqing said indifferently: "You didn't let me go to die, but you went instead."

"Wrong, I'm doing something that should be done." Duan Ya said, "I got the "Thousand Tribulation Kung Fu" martial arts book, but I have never practiced this method, only by giving it to you, junior brother, can I recover This book, and then try to combine it with "Wu Ji Gong."

Duan Qing looked at him steadily.

"The true energy in your body is out of control, and a two-pronged approach is the only way, and my apprentice Xuan Su is also troubled by this hidden danger. Only in this way can he be safe." Fight against He Lianyu. This person's practice in "Thousand Tribulations" has reached perfection. There are few people in the world who can fight against him. Even if you can defeat him, you will find it difficult to kill him. If you want to eliminate evil, you must also know yourself and your enemy Just do it."

Duan Qing said: "Just for these reasons, you are fighting with your life?"

"Back then, I promised Master that I would take good care of you, but you were not at all reassuring; later, I took in an apprentice, but I was as troublesome as you... But no matter what you do, I am irreplaceable. I'm happy with it." Duan Ya chuckled, "Senior Brother, what do you think of Senior Brother's life in this life?"

Duanqing said mercilessly: "It's worth nothing to meddle in other people's business."

"Yes, that's right." Duan Ya laughed instead, and stretched out his hand to stroke his white hair, "This is how I live."

Duan Qing was taken aback.

"Do you remember when I was young, I asked you what you want to do in the future?" Duan Ya stared at him, "You said 'to be like a master', I always thought you were after being strong, until I asked Xuan Su a few days ago When you get the same answer, you know that what you are looking for is not strength, but a way of life and a destination that can settle down and live without complaint or regret.”

After a pause, he asked softly, "Do you want to know brother's answer?"

The blood in Duan Qing's eyes moved.

"I have always felt that there are too many things in this world that cannot be explained, too many people are hard to explain, and even God is hard to calculate the creation of all things, so..." He laughed, "Instead of asking the sky, I should ask myself, what I want Volunteers..."

His fingers moved down slowly, and tapped hard on Duanqing's heart——

"The world is boundless and you can go as you please, with a wide range of attitudes and slow movements. Even if all living beings are laughing and foolish, there is not a single word about Dao."

(Eight)

Duan Ya is getting old quickly.

His injuries were too serious to be healed, and his foundation was damaged, gradually weakening his physical foundation. The man who used to be like a day for more than ten years aged in just a few years.

At the end of that winter, he was already bedridden, but he was still leisurely leaning on the bed to tune the Xuanxinqin. The intermittent sound made by his fingertips was no longer as smooth as before, but he could still hit the bottom of people's hearts.

Many people realized something from the sound of the zither. Duan Heng even went to the back mountain to open the confession wall. I kept talking to him about many things, such as the extraordinary years, such as love and hatred, but Duanqing's reply was so rare that it almost seemed like he was singing a one-man show.

"You are dying." Duan Qing finally said.

"Junior brother, it's easy for you to talk like this." Duan Ya smiled, "Life and death, in fact, it's just getting together and breaking up, but it's just a step first, what's the fuss?"

Duan Qing looked at him quietly, and repeated: "Let's go?"

"That's right, life, old age, sickness, death, success or failure, isn't it all about walking from one step to another?" Duan Ya raised his hand, and the Tai Chi jade pendant that had been treasured for many years fell into Duan Qing's hands, "I have kept it for you for so many years, and now it is for my brother." If you’re leaving, you should take it too.”

Duanqing was silent for a moment, put away the jade pendant, and said in a deep voice: "I will give it to Xuansu when the time is right."

"Don't be aggressive with him." Duan Ya emphasized, "Duan Heng was often intimidated by you before, but Xuan Su is different from him, you should be kind."

Duanqing didn't speak, got up and tucked the quilt for him, looked down for a long time, and suddenly said: "Senior brother..."

Duan Ya coughed twice, jokingly said, "What, you want to act like a baby?"

A slightly cold hand landed on the corner of his eyes, Duan Qing remained expressionless, but his voice was extremely soft and he spoke very slowly: "Since you said that life and death are like gathering and parting, then... when we meet again in the next life, you can do whatever you want as a junior, I walk slowly for my brother."

Duan Ya burst into tears with a smile, grabbed his hand and shook it firmly, saying: "Okay, it's a deal, don't go back on your word."

Duanqing left the house, and it was Xuansu who came in.

After days of panic and tension, he was finally able to reluctantly accept the fact that his master was about to pass away, holding back his tears, but his eyes were red, and he looked like a poor kitten when he was lying beside Duanya's bed.

Duanya thought of the secret letter he sent to Sekong, he didn't say anything when he got to his lips, but rubbed Xuansu's hair.

The silly child picked up by him back then has grown into an adult now, Duanya always talks about his simplicity and stupidity, but in fact, he is more satisfied with him than anyone else in his heart.

Although Xuan Su is good but not clumsy, he has his own ruler in everything, this has overcome all the exhortations, and the rest is useless to say, and he has to wait for his own experience and comprehension.

So Duan Ya rarely didn't nag him, but asked: "Have the spring plum blossoms on the mountain bloomed?"

"The one in front of the courtyard is about to bloom."

"Where's the snow?"

"The branches are covered with a little frost."

Duan Ya smiled and said: "That's a good relationship. Go pick some plum snow and cook a pot of 'Chunqianxue' in a small stove."

Xuan Su was a little dazed, although he didn't know much about tea ceremony, he had never heard of this cooking method, but he was obedient to his master, and now he would not disobey, turned his head and ran out, as anxious as burning his butt.

He hurriedly picked up the teapot, and just as he ran to the front of the yard and pushed open the door, he suddenly heard a muffled sound coming from the back room, it was very soft, as if something had fallen to the ground, and it hit his heart with a "boom" , making him feel like he was struck by lightning.

Xuan Su could hear it, it was the sound of the Xuan Xinqin placed next to Duan Ya hitting the ground.

At that moment, he wanted to turn around and run back, but was stopped by Duan Qing who was standing behind him at some point.

Duanqing said indifferently: "Turn your head and take a look at what he said about Chunqianxue."

Xuan Su looked back blankly, looking at the plum tree in front of the courtyard.

Thin snow weighed down on the branches, but there was a bit of bright red in the white frost, and it was the first spring plum blossom quietly.

Creation is speechless but affectionate, and every time it is cold, it feels spring.

All living beings come from where they come from, and go to where they are going, so life is not only the starting point, and death is not just the end, but if you have a heart, even if there is no limit to the sea of ​​suffering, there will be flowers blooming freely.

Blessings are immeasurable, and peace of mind in one thought.

Note: From: Liu Yi's "Painting Purpose"

Note 2: From Zhang Weiping's "New Thunder"