Zanxing

Hairpin star looked at the monk beside Duan Xiangrao.

This is a man in his early thirties, his face is narrow and long, his eyebrows are slightly raised, showing a bit of a meanness that is difficult to get along with. However, he must be rich, and the sword he wears around his waist has a beautiful emerald in the scabbard.

Duan Xiangrao leaned against him, looking at the hairpin star, as if showing off her new boyfriend.

The hairpin was speechless.

What are you looking at, ugly girl. The cultivator frowned, and his tone was full of arrogance.

Tian Fangfang took a step back and reminded the hairpin star in a low voice: Junior Sister Yang, this brother's name is Huayue. He was the first place in the selection competition, and now he has formed a pill.

Hairpin Xing's heart moved, in the trials, the brother who won the first place picked a total of fifty-four Lianshan flowers, not because he climbed the highest, but because he grabbed the most.

He almost won the first place by grabbing, because he is already in the early stage of Jindan. Among the new disciples this time, the cultivation base is the highest.

Duan Xiangrao actually found the first new boyfriend to be a new boyfriend, and Hairpin Xing had to sigh again in his heart, this social ability is really incredible.

The person who knows the current affairs is Junjie, and Hairpin Xing does not intend to have a dispute with this person now, and decides to avoid his edge, carrying a stick and silently turning around and leaving. Seeing this, Tian Fangfang hurried to keep up. Duan Xiangrao and Hua Yue's unbridled laughter came from behind, but Hairpin Xing pretended not to hear it.

She walked to the Rainbow Terrace, separated from Tian Fangfang, found a glade with abundant spiritual energy and no one around, and sat down. He took out the Qing'e Nian Hua Stick in his arms and read it with his spiritual sense.

I don't know who wrote this secret book, but as soon as I read it, there are bursts of fragrance, like the fragrance of flowers on a woman's body, fragrant and sweet. Immediately afterwards, the hairpin star's eyes gradually blurred.

It was like being in a chaotic white fog. After an unknown amount of time, the white fog gradually dissipated, and a young woman appeared in front of her.

This woman was dressed in white, and she couldn't see her face. Just looking at her figure, it made people think that she was a peerless beauty. The beauty stood under a luxuriant flower tree, holding a long blue stick. After a while, she placed the long stick in front of her and danced the green stick in her hand.

The stick technique has always been tough and fierce, but in this woman's hands, it was like a willow branch of life, soft and agile. She opened her mouth as she danced, her voice as crisp as a silver bell, and said, Zhongzhi is the master of the stick road, Zhongping is upright and upright. No matter the gate or the door, the body and the vessel must be in a straight line, which is the so-called Meridian.

After he finished speaking, he held a stick and stabbed him in front of his eyes, as if to explain his words clearly.

Hairpin Xing opened his eyes wide, not daring to miss the slightest bit of this woman's movements. It is strange to say that it is said that women use sticks indecent, and women in white dance with sticks, but they are like dancing, with elegant postures, which are particularly moving. The strong wind stirred by the green stick shook the tops of the flowers and trees, and the cherry blossoms on the trees fell down and covered the ground.

So there is youth on the tree and under the tree, and in the rosy glow, there is only the lonely figure of the woman in white, as if she is going to go down gracefully in the wind forever.

At first, she moved very slowly, and each step could be clearly seen by the hairpin star, and then the stick technique gradually became faster. Later, she could no longer tell which was the human, which was the flower, and which was the stick. I just feel that a peerless beauty, she is as beautiful as a giant, and as graceful as a dragon.

The sky gradually darkened.

The rainbow in front of the Hongtai waterfall slowly dissipated, and the sunlight was completely hidden in the clouds.

The woman in the gauze remained motionless, sitting quietly on the spot, with large drops of sweat gradually oozing out of her forehead. Sweat rolled down to the tip of her nose, but she didn't seem to notice it. In the night, countless stars gathered above her head, silently staring at the person who had been practicing for a day and a night.

Early in the morning, the autumn rain started down Gufeng Mountain.

The rain slipped in through the cracks of the open windows, wetting the paper on the table in front of the windows. A loud crowing woke up the whole morning, and the students complained about getting up for class.

Zhu Xing rubbed his eyes and got up to wash himself.

After taking two bites of the leftover biscuits from last night, Hairpin Xing went out with an umbrella.

Duan Xiangrao has already left, and sometimes the hairpin star really admires this roommate. In order to show the most beautiful side in front of everyone, Duan Xiangrao wakes up half an hour earlier every day to freshen up. Hairpin stars will not work, and it is also good to sleep for an extra quarter of an hour.

In the school hall, the disciples put the oil-paper umbrellas they had put away at the door, and wiped the mud on their shoes before entering. The hairpin star sat down when Tian Fangfang at the next table asked in surprise, Junior sister, did you sleep well? Why do you look so haggard?

Hairpin Xing yawned and said, Yeah, lack of sleep.

It has been five days since the Qing'e Nianhua Stick was picked up, and it was less than ten days before the sect assessment. Hairpin Xing went out to Hongtai for self-study every day after the public class, and stayed in the middle of the night. The dark circles under the eyes have grown visible to the naked eye. There used to be black marks left by demonic energy on the right side of the face, but now they are more and more ugly.

That's all, social animals who often work overtime, stay up late until the early morning is a common thing, the hateful thing is that even if she works so hard, the stick skills still haven't improved at all.

She has already mastered the stick technique of twisting the flower stick, but the way she wields the iron stick is just like the ordinary stick technique, completely unlike the power of the white-clothed woman in the spiritual sense. So hairpin star always feels like a poor buyer's show, only its shape, not its god.

Uncle Moonlight on the stage was still reading slowly: Wufeijin, rabbit walking jade, a grain of grain in the three realms. The mountains, rivers and the earth have been dust in a few years, and the yin and yang have poured into the mysterious valley. In the light of life's stone fire and electricity, several guest magpies A place on the branches. The mulberry fields are in the sea of ​​spring and autumn, and the heaven and the earth will not let go.

Hairpin Xing was so engrossed in the bottleneck of the stick technique that she didn't see Tian Fangfang's desperate wink at her, and the figure of Daoist Moonlight who was already in front of her.

Two fingers landed on Zhuangxing's desk and tapped, Zhuangxing raised his head, and met Daoist Yueguang's kind eyes, he said, This disciple, tell me, just now the Dao Song said what?

Unfortunately, I was caught deserting in class. Duan Xiangrao stared at her gloatingly, planning to watch Hairpin Xing make a fool of herself.

Hairpin Xing stood up and said nonsense without changing his face: This means that life is very short and everything is false. We should cherish time and grasp that everything in the world has its own 'Tao'. We don't need to stick to the form, we should look at it. Know the 'true' in it.

Uncle Yueguang smiled and said, What is 'true' and what is 'false'?

Hairpin Xing made a fool of himself: For example, it's raining outside, and everyone thinks it's cold. Cold is 'absurd', and rain is 'true'.

Materialism and idealism, it seems that no one has learned it before.

Uncle Yueguang shook his head gently and said, The world has no heart, the prosperity and decline of all things are false, and the great numbers are always true. The so-called true and false are originally written by the world, thousands of people and thousands of faces, and they are different. What do you see? What is false.

This is too obscure, Hairpin Xing doesn't understand, just sitting down, suddenly, something flashes across his mind.

wait, is that crazy?