One Sword Nine Ya

"Master Dao, I don't understand," the boy began to defend his young master: "You said that the young master has roots, how can you say that he has no roots of wisdom?"

"You mortals often say that beauty lies in the bones but not in the skin. The bones are the foundation of the body, and all the faces make the appearance." Xie Lang didn't need to get rid of the demon, so he scratched the black cat in his arms and explained to him : "Qi enters the bone, it is a fairy bone, and it is a good root bone."

"The root of wisdom and the root bone are both born, but it has nothing to do with the body, but understanding." The young Taoist continued: "There are three roots of wisdom: killing heart, lotus heart, and consonant heart. Consonance enters the Tao, lotus heart enlightens Buddha, and killing heart becomes a demon—— But right now the immortals and demons are separated, even those who have murderous intentions may not necessarily become demons, such as Ye Jianzhu entered the way of the sword with murderous intentions, and Lu Lanshan, one of the three kings, holds the lotus heart to guard the righteous way..."

"So, you don't have any of these three hearts, sir?" The boy felt very angry, and glared at Chen Weichen, only to see that the man just smiled and looked at this side, shaking a fan back and forth, Listening to Taotu's lofty artistic conception, it seems that he can shake flowers.

"No, no, this is the trouble. Everyone has the three hearts, but they are different in depth. The three hearts of mortals are mixed, so they are chaotic and chaotic. ——There is a saying that natures are different. Immortal cultivators focus on cultivating one heart and clear mind, so they can prove the Tao." If Xie Lang had a beard, he must be twisting it in distress now: "Your son has three hearts but Born impartial, with the same depth and shallowness, he must be neither good nor evil, neither wise nor stupid, no matter what kind of Taoism he practices, it will be very difficult-it is really a mediocre talent."

The Taoist thought for a while, and made another serious cut: "It's so common...it's a bit unusual."

Chen Weichen didn't listen any more, and turned to look at Ye Jiuya beside him.

In the frost-like expression of that person, there was a hint of thoughtfulness for no reason.

He looked at no one but the full moon over the sea.

The moonlight is cold, and the brilliance sprinkled down, falling in the eyes, rippling away.

——It was actually a faint state of bewilderment.

On the side Xie Lang was still chatting with Wen Hui, just like the old master who accuses the parents of the students of bad behavior against the dude after school.

"Heaven wants to cut off his path to immortality, he can't blame me, he can't blame Ye Jianzhu, or use the Nirvana Fragrance..."

But Ye Jiuya's voice was as cold and cold as the moonlight of the night: "Lang Ranhou, don't need to say more."

The chattering stopped there, the Taoist took a peek at Ye Jiuya's face, and immediately changed from an old master to a student under training, and covered his face with a whisk: "Yes, Master Ye Jian."

Ye Jiuya said: "Hand."

Chen Weichen handed over his right hand, thinking to himself—as expected, words are as precious as gold.

A wave of coldness rises from the joints and flows through the whole body along the meridians, bringing the slightest pain.

Ye Jiuya withdrew his hand: "Are you willing to follow me?"

Xie Lang poked his head from behind the whisk and asked, "Sword Master, does he have a way to cultivate immortality?"

Ye Jiuya didn't ignore him this time, and replied, "There was a precedent."

Chen Weichen triumphantly ridiculed the Taoist priest: "Langran Hou, I didn't say that the three princes and fourteen princes, as expected, Hou is not as good as the king, and the king is not as good as Ye Jianzhu..."

Xie Lang had just asserted that it was absolutely impossible for him to cultivate immortality, so he took a huge smack and snorted.

Ye Jiuya said again: "This method is not easy, and the chance is slim."

"It doesn't matter." Chen Weichen just smiled: "I have nothing to ask for, and I have nothing to lose. If it doesn't work, it's just a year wasted—the ten years before me were wasted in vain, it's not bad."

The Taoist looked him up and down, couldn't help talking, and said "interesting" three times in a row.

Chen Weichen squinted at him: "The incompetent has nothing to ask for, and travels without food, like a boat that is not tied - this is something from your Taoism, why is it strange that I, a mortal, said it?"

Xie Lang was startled, and bowed to him sincerely: "The Nanhua ancestral precepts have been handed down to this day, and the treasure scroll is covered in dust. Thank you for reminding me, young master."

Chen Weichen just smiled, the painting fan was lightly folded, and his whole body was full of brilliance. If you don't look at the light fur and belt, the beautiful clothes and decorations, you are more like a fairy than the Taoist priest in front of you.

While speaking, the village chief who got the news had led his crowd to greet him with torches.

For a while, there was a lot of noise, full of words of gratitude and joy, not knowing how to repay, Ye Jiuya's aura was as cold as ice, and the villagers dared not come forward. Seeing the young Taoist priest next to him with his whisk in his hand, they were all grateful.

The master who killed the sea monster over there remained silent, and the girl who witnessed the whole process did not clarify the facts, so Xie Lang had no choice but to carry the smooth and shiny pot with a bitter face, and bowed to the left, "Praise, praise, praise!" ", with a bow on the right, "Don't dare to dare", and then add a sentence of "The practice of the small path is small and the Taoism is shallow", after all, he still couldn't escape, and was kindly stayed by the villagers, offering hospitality like a god.

After the fairy head was settled, the villagers dispersed, and it was already late at night.

In autumn, there are no cicadas singing, nor the sound of crickets.For some reason, the children of the Xi family made noises in a low voice, and the woman coaxed them carefully, until the voices gradually stopped, and the surrounding area was vast, except for the sound of the waves.

Chen Weichen asked the girl for a jar of wine buried under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, took a white porcelain cup and a lantern, pushed open the wooden door with a creak, and walked towards the sea.

The sword qi entered the sea and turned into ice, it froze quickly and melted quickly. It was a lively moment just now, and it gradually melted away.

The moonlight shines on a person on the rocks on the shore, and the sea breeze blows the snow-white clothes and black hair, adding three parts to the slender back for no reason.

Chen Weichen came to him, put down the wine, and sat on the floor.

"Today is August [-]th, which coincides with the Mid-Autumn Festival. Reunion is important in the mortal world. I don't think there is anyone around Ye Jianzhu, so why not spend the night with me."

"How to accompany?"

"Drink with me."

Put the wine into the empty cup and fill it up to [-]%. The white porcelain reflects the clear and yellowish fermented rice, and the soft color of the moonlight shimmers in the soft color. When the smell of the wine dissipates, the color becomes more beautiful and the fragrance becomes stronger.His movements were extremely elegant, and he forcibly poured out the coarse wine and the porcelain cup, giving out the taste of a glass cup full of fine wine.

The brocade-clothed young master took a sip first.

The wine brewed in the village is extremely spicy, and it burns into a smoky fire.

Even when he wasn't smiling, there always seemed to be a smile in his eyes.

After a while, the smile gradually disappeared, and the brows were slightly frowned, as if suppressing the pain.

Ye Jiuya looked at him, seeing that the aura around him was fine, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Chen Weichen raised his head and took a big gulp of wine, took a few deep breaths, looked at the bright moon on the sea, and after a long time, he seemed to be getting better.

"It's nothing, I was born with an annoying problem." His eyelashes drooped slightly: "All kinds of emotions, anger, sorrow, joy, greed, ignorance, and arrogance, once born, they will cause angina in the heart, which will intensify, and will not stop until the mood calms down. .”

"Hate my heart is not as good as water, and there are waves on the ground—" The son under the moon recited an ancient poem with the beginning and the end, as if laughing at himself: "Probably the 'Heaven' you mentioned really detested me, not only sent me My body is full of mold, and I don’t even want to share my share of worldly sorrows and joys. Just now I thought you were pretty, and just wanted to be happy, but it hurt again, so I had to put away the joy——I have never tasted the taste of real happiness in my life. "

"You can practice the way of forgetting love." Ye Jiuya replied lightly.

Chen Weichen handed him the wine bowl: "Ye Jiuya, you really don't understand the style - I'm feeling sad about my life experience, but you want me to practice some ghost way that sounds extremely boring."

Ye Jiuya did not refuse, took the wine and drank it too.

"If you are too forgetful, if you have no sorrow or joy, you will not be disturbed by this disease."

Chen Weichen shook his head: "I don't cultivate... Ye Jiuya, you probably don't know that there is a saying in the world called drinking poison to quench thirst."

Ye Jiuya: "I only know the truth."

Chen Weichen smiled: "You——"

But there was no more text, and the two stopped talking.

They should have never met each other, but this moonlit night they were sitting on a rock, drinking wine, neither clinking glasses nor talking.

This year today, the world of mortals is ten feet under the moon, and there is a vast sea of ​​people. I don’t know how many people are sad and how many are happy, how many people are neither sad nor happy, and how many people are neither sad nor happy.

Looking at the back, I felt bored, and didn't know what I was doing——Wen Hui took a look from a distance, saw that the two of them were in peace, and fell asleep by himself.

After an unknown amount of time, Chen Weichen felt that Ye Jiuya gradually stopped moving.

The man looked at the moon on the sea, with frost and snow in his eyes, as if he was looking at flowers in the water.

He called: "Ye Jiuya?"

Ye Jiuya said slowly, the voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

He said, Mr. Yan.

Chen Weichen was taken aback for a moment, and replied, "I'm here."

Ye Jiuya looked at him, he was still sober after a little bit of drunkenness disappeared, "Chen Weichen."

Chen Weichen laughed heartlessly again: "I still want to lie to you - you just called a name, Yan Jun? What word? It can't be the lover of dreams - people like you still have dreams Lover?"

Ye Jiuya's tone was flat: "No."

Chen Weichen added wine for himself, and poured out the last drop from the altar.

He sucked the little bit left and looked at Ye Jiuya.

"Master Ye Jian, don't be admonishing those who have gone, the mountains and rivers are everywhere, and the thoughts are far away." He still smiled, and asked: "Why don't you take a look at the person in front of you?"

After finishing speaking, he seemed to think of something again, and shook his head: "No, I was wrong - you probably practiced some kind of 'Tao Shang Wang Qing Dao'. It's time."

After the sentence "the future may not be expected", the lantern and candle he brought when he came burned to the end, and the light jumped a few times before it was completely extinguished.

——It's really a beautiful day after the wine is gone and the lights are gone.

Then they dispersed and went back separately, leaving the bright moon and stars in the sky alone.

Wen Hui was awakened by the sound of Chen Weichen returning to his room.

His young master was holding the door frame, his face was pale, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

He almost jumped up from the bed, pushed Chen Weichen back, and yelled: "Young master, have you committed that old problem again? You haven't committed it for many years—isn't it just a drink with a beauty, why are you so happy!"

The young master endured the pain, and replied angrily: "I'm so happy——I'm feeling bad."

"Uncomfortable?"

It's a pity that no matter how he asks, he can't ask why he feels uncomfortable.Just before the young master fell asleep, he finally couldn't stand him asking, and muttered in a low voice, "It's probably a matter of the past".