A ray of sunshine jumped out from the clouds in the east, and a ray of golden light pierced the void and dispelled the fog.

A layer of rays of light fell on Lou Jinchen's body. This was a scene formed by the intertwining of the brilliance of the sun and his thoughts of Dharma.

The same is true for the hedgehog on the small table next to her. Although the radiance on her body is very faint, vague, but it has also entered the door. Lou Jinchen does not know where her Qi sea has opened up.

He didn't ask. The body structures of humans and animals are different, but they are both mammals, and they have everything they should have.

Another day or two passed.

Lou Jinchen was practicing the Heart Ghost Swordsmanship. There was a silk thread in front of him. He was piercing it back and forth until the thread was straightened.

However, after each stabbing, the moment it stops, the thread will be squeezed into a ball.

If you practice this stab well, the thread will be able to pierce the wood. If the thread ends up bunched up, it means that the magic is not strong enough. If it is replaced by a sword or a hard object, then the magic force will not be straight enough.

The power is not transparent from front to back, and in Lou Jinchen's view, it will affect the speed and penetration of the sword.

Practicing again and again, Yu Xian tried to pierce the leaves. At first, he could not pierce. Now, he has been able to pierce the leaves. However, when the whole line passes through the leaves, the line inevitably bends. This is not true.

To be qualified, only if the front part is punctured and the back part passes straight through can it be called a single thought.

This is the first state that Lou Jinchen believes that the Heart Ghost Swordsmanship must reach.

He likes to simplify the steps of big practice into segments. This is what he learned from a military theory book. Set a long-term goal, divide the long-term goal into several small goals, and accumulate small victories into big victories.

Don't think about achieving it overnight, because if you want to achieve a big goal all at once, it is often difficult to achieve and it takes too long. In the process, you will lose confidence, fun, and thus lose motivation. In the end, you will not be able to persist, leading to giving up halfway.

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The moonlight is like frost, the stars are faint, and the mountains and rivers are vivid.

In Lou Jinchen's perception, the trees are breathing, the grass is breathing, and the rhythm of the insects in the darkness is like breathing, either long or short.

He likes to strike at the alternation of breathing with his silk thread. This is an instinct he has developed himself, and it is also the result of deliberate training.

Battles between monks often take a long time, but for every spell, from the initial preparation, to the peak of the spell being fully developed, and then to the decline, there are two best times in this process. One is

When the attack is first made, and secondly when the spell is weak, the opponent's new spell is still in the preparation process.

Therefore, no matter what spell he casts, it will be easier to break the spell if he seizes these two points in time.

And in his mind, he regarded the rise, development, and fall of the spell as breathing, and this led to his current stabbing training method.

Lou Jinchen, who was lying on the deck chair in the yard, pointed his finger forward, and a line of light pierced a blade of grass. He moved his hand, the silk light rotated, and struck again at a high place.

People's consciousness can be guided through movements, which can make them more determined and have a sense of force, which can make the development of thoughts more powerful. This is something Lou Jinchen has experienced strongly recently.

He wrote all these experiences in a book.

In the future, these will be put together with the heretical spells he picked up from corpses, as the foundation of Huo Ling Temple. Of course, Huo Ling Temple is undefended like this, and someone might come in and steal it, and Lou Jinchen doesn't care.

, in his view, no matter what kind of knowledge, its value lies in its dissemination.

Of course, he will have his signature on every experience book. No matter who gets it in the future, they will inevitably say: "...I learned from Taoist Master Lou Jinchen..."

Maybe a few decades later, the disciples and their descendants will have blossomed everywhere.

At this time, a voice suddenly sounded.

"Taoist Priest, it's a long night, can you have a drink with me?"

There was a sense of laziness in this voice. Lou Jinchen followed the voice and saw a woman standing on the crown of a big tree.

The woman has a thin waist, green hair, slightly curly, waist-length, fluttering in the wind. Her dress is black and looks extremely close-fitting. It is dotted with sparse purple flowers. She has a fair and thin face, like an elf in the mountains.

This is none other than Miao Qingqing.

Lou Jinchen couldn't see it with his eyes, but he had seen it with his heart. He couldn't help but grin. He stood up and said with a smile: "Of course, I love wine the most. Please come in quickly."

The person on the treetop pursed her lips and smiled. Her face was a little red, as if she had drank a lot of wine.

The woman on the tree crown fell in front of Lou Jinchen in the night wind. The hedgehog on the table next to her stared at the falling woman with her small eyes. She seemed to smell a special smell.

Lou Jinchen went to the room and brought out a chair, placed it beside the small table, and said, "I wonder what kind of wine Miss Qingqing's wine is."

Lou Jinchen actually omitted the other person's last name. This was not because Lou Jinchen deliberately wanted to bring the two of them closer together. He just felt that calling out the other person's last name at this time would inevitably spoil the atmosphere.

"This wine is made by picking fruits from the mountains and adding several kinds of flower petals. Do you dare to drink it?" Miao Qingqing's eyes were like spring water, and her voice was like a clear spring in the mountains, flowing into people's hearts.

"There is no wine in this world that I dare not drink." Lou Jinchen smiled and said, "I'll get a bowl."

The reason why I use a bowl is because there are no cups in the temple.

So Lou Jinchen took out two bowls and put them on the desk.

Miao Qingqing immediately poured the wine, half a bowl for each person, and said, "This wine should be savored carefully and drank slowly."

Lou Jinchen only said that he rarely had the opportunity to drink when he came here. The main reason was that he didn't think it tasted good when ordinary people drank, and he had no chance to drink the wine that real practitioners drank.

First, take a sip. The wine is clear and refreshing, with a fruity aroma. When it rolls around on your tongue, it has a sweet taste.

"It tastes good," Lou Jinchen said.

"Really? I brewed this myself," Miao Qingqing said.

Listening to her words, Lou Jinchen felt that she was completely different today than in the past. However, he had only seen her two or three times. The first time he got into a fight. At that time, he only felt that she was mysterious, like a phantom in the mountains.

This time she came on her own initiative, and Lou Jinchen didn't ask her why. With wine in hand and beauty by her side, why bother asking so many questions.

"Then if I want to drink from now on, I'll ask you for it." Lou Jinchen said with a smile.

"Then, it depends on my mood." Miao Qingqing stared at Lou Jinchen and said.

Lou Jinchen could feel her gaze. He picked up the wine in the bowl and drank most of it in one gulp. After thinking about it for a while, he drank it all in another gulp. He raised his neck to reflect on it for a while and said with a smile: "It's really enjoyable, good.

drink."

Miao Qingqing held her chin up, picked up the silver wine bottle and poured half a bowl for Lou Jinchen. She also took a sip from the bowl.

Lou Jinchen continued to drink two more bowls. He was already tipsy and said, "Qingqing, you seem to be different today."

"Why is it different?" Miao Qingqing said.

"It's just that it's not the same as before." Lou Jinchen said.

"What was I like before?" Miao Qingqing said.

"The feeling it gave me before was mysterious, like being in a fog." Lou Jinchen said.

Miao Qingqing also looked a little drunk and said: "It was me then, and it is me now. Do you like the me before or the me now?"

"I like them all." Lou Jinchen said with a smile.

Miao Qingqing also laughed. After a while, she suddenly said: "I'm a little tired, where is your bed."

Lou Jinchen was stunned for a moment, then stood up and said, "Follow me."

He took Miao Qingqing's hand smoothly, but the other party did not resist. Lou Jinchen was already a little drunk, but his heart suddenly beat violently.

Miao Qingqing's hands were a little cold, but they were as soft as boneless and so slender that her entire palm was almost wrapped in his own.

When they came to the room where he usually slept, there was no light in the room, but the two of them didn't actually need it. Lou Jinchen led her in without letting go, and closed the door with his foot. In an instant, the room was filled with

There were only two people left, and their breathing could be heard.

"What do you want to do?" Miao Qingqing asked with a slight tremor in her voice.

"I want to sleep with you." As Lou Jinchen spoke, he had already put his arm around her waist. Her waist was slender and as soft as boneless.

Then, he began to fumble in the darkness with his rich theoretical experience.

The hedgehog who was locked out of the door first heard a sucking sound, and then heard heavy breathing, and then the woman's slightly painful babbling sound, accompanied by the sound of the bed.

The next morning, Lou Jinchen woke up, but Miao Qingqing was gone. Then, as Lou Jinchen was looking forward to it, she came again in the evening, brought wine, and went to sleep in the house after drinking.

, after three consecutive days, she never appeared again.

It all seemed like a dream, but a silver wine jug remained, with half a bottle of wine still in it.

Of course, Lou Jinchen had already discovered that the book on his desk recording his cultivation experience was being turned over.

In fact, she did not avoid Lou Jinchen to watch, but after Lou Jinchen fell asleep, she got up and sat there to watch, focusing on Lou Jinchen's experience in swordsmanship training.

Lou Jinchen didn't care about the other party's purpose. Even if she asked for those booklets, she would show them to him.

The only thing that made Lou Jinchen feel uncomfortable was that every time she tried her best, she felt that the other person was shaking unbearably. Afterwards, she just lay down for a while and regained her energy to look through her practice notes.

For some people, for some things, others may care very much. Things that are treasures may seem very good to them, but they do not take them so seriously.

Once you practice a spell, it becomes your own. Lying in a book, it will always be just words.

Just as he practiced swordsmanship by himself, he felt that the swordsmanship alone was enough to practice for a lifetime, so that day when he knew that Duan Rou was leaving with Nannan, he thought for a whole night and sent the spirit snake away.

When he sent it out, he felt as if an invisible shackles had been lifted from his soul.

He once read an article that said that people should learn the beauty of adulthood, so that they can achieve their own magnificence. He didn't understand it very well at first, but now he has some understanding of it.

They are all external things, and raising a spiritual snake requires professional knowledge and resources. It is not easy to practice alone. How can you carry a spiritual snake with you?

However, occasionally when I sit there alone, I will inevitably think of those three nights. After all, people always miss the good things. They can't help but pick up the wine bottle and take a sip of wine. The sweet aftertaste of the wine at the end,

Like the tip of the tongue in the darkness - gentle.

On this day, at dusk, the temple owner came back with Shang Gui'an and Deng Ding.
To be continued...