After three rounds of drinking, Meng Shentong was in high spirits, with a hint of drunkenness on his face.

Looking at Nalan Ruoyu, she smiled and said: "Girl Yu, I haven't heard the music you played for many years. Today there is wine, meat and moon. Please clean my ears!"

When Li Xiuyuan heard this, he couldn't help but look up at the night sky outside Yaoguang Hall.

But I saw that the autumn rain that had been falling during the day had stopped at some point, and a bright moon hung in the night sky, and the seven stars accompanied the moon and the sky was filled with starlight...

The faint moonlight shines into the Yaoguang Hall, giving people a psychedelic feeling.

A flash of light flashed in Li Xiuyuan's eyes, because he saw his master actually took out an ancient harp, which was very similar to the iron harp he placed in the Jade Disk Space.

Different world, same sound?

He was looking forward to it, but he suppressed his eagerness to move.

After drinking three glasses of apricot blossom wine, Yuzun was a little surprised. She didn't expect that her apprentice actually hid a jar of spiritual wine waiting to be given to Meng Shentong, and he let her drink it tonight.

Not much different from Li Xiuyuan's actions in the past, Yu Zun also took out a silk scarf and wiped the body of the piano. It seemed that she was also a lover of the piano.

Looking at the faint starlight in the Yaoguang Palace, Yuzun frowned slightly.

Li Xiuyuan's heart skipped a beat, thinking that maybe this tune was the same as the one he played?

Thinking of this, he was a little excited. Waiting for the ding-dong sound to sound, together with the colorful clouds chasing the moon in the night sky outside the hall, it must be an exciting artistic conception.

Unexpectedly, Nalan Ruoyu did not go as he intended. When he gently pulled out the jade hand, a voice of resentment flowed out from the strings, like a bowl of snow water, which instantly poured on Li Xiuyuan's head.

The squeaking sound clearly means that it is raining in the late autumn night and no one is returning home. The old friend is waiting at the window for the wanderer who has not returned home for a long time.

It's like a windy and rainy night in a deep alley, and an old friend wants to say goodbye... Turning around, holding a lantern, holding an umbrella in one hand, walking alone on the street late at night...

Li Xiuyuan sighed secretly in his heart and muttered silently: "But sitting down makes the strings turn sharply, and the sound is not as sad as moving forward..."

It's that he has thousands of words in his heart, but he doesn't dare to express them at this moment.

What he said to Wang Qiang and Ping An was that he hit his head and lost some memories. He didn't want Nalan Ruoyu and Meng Shentong to study him as a monster.

Hearing the rapid sound of the piano, it was replaced by the sound of swords facing each other. Li Xiuyuan's heart was moved, and he thought about the murderous intention in the sound of the piano. Could it be that his master could use the piano to enter the Tao to kill the enemy?

When he looked up again, he saw that Meng Shentong had tapped Ping An's acupuncture points, closed Ping An's six senses, and quieted Ping An, who was about to cry out and clenched his fists.

Inadvertently, he held the flower in his left hand and assumed a selfless and formless form, facing the master's sudden murderous intent...

I thought to myself that if it were Senior Brother Wang Qiang, he would lose his mind.

Meng Shentong was secretly shocked when he saw Li Xiuyuan's expression. You must know that Yu Zun is known as the harp fairy and harp demon. There are few disciples in Tianyun Mountain who can resist the sound of her harp.

When he stopped Ping An, who was about to move, and was about to help Li Xiuyuan, he saw that his disciple had calmed down, and he couldn't help but be secretly surprised.

This is a strange thing. Could it be that one of his disciples has also entered the piano?

Otherwise, how to deal with Yu Zun's unintentional killing sound?

At this time, Yu Zun himself was trapped in his boundless killing mood. As the sound of her piano became more and more urgent, it seemed that thousands of troops were about to rush onto the battlefield and kill the enemy in front of thousands of troops!

However, Li Xiuyuan was so moved that the blood in his whole body boiled instantly, and the next moment he rushed out of the Yaoguang Palace and rushed towards the top of the mountain where he was.

Meng Shentong sighed after looking at his appearance, and had to reach out to hold Li Xiuyuan who was about to rush out, and said quietly: "Be still and listen to the piano!"

Li Xiuyuan was shocked when he came back to his senses. He thought that he had already entered the Qin Dao, but he still couldn't match Yu Zun's artistic conception. It seemed that his master's name as the Qin Immortal was indeed well-deserved.

Taking a deep breath, Li Xiuyuan looked at his nose and heart, closed his six minds, and was no longer moved by the artistic conception of Nalan Ruoyu's piano.

The old man was dumbfounded as he chanted Buddhist sutras in a low voice, wondering when did you enter Buddhism?

The jingo and iron horses tore at each other, but the sound of the piano finally returned to Caiyun Zhuyue, and disappeared in the Yaoguang Palace for a while, like a mountain stream or a breeze in the forest.

After a long time, Nalan Ruoyu, who woke up from her own state of mind, looked at Li Xiuyuan in front of her and became stunned.

Because at this time, Li Xiuyuan was like the full moon in the nine heavens, with a faint golden light emerging from his body, just like the gods and Buddhas in the Buddhist hall.

Nalan Ruyu quietly put away the guqin in front of her, frowned slightly and asked: "Old Meng, my disciple..."

Meng Shentong picked up the wine glass in front of him and took a sip, and said calmly: "The sound of your piano is too murderous. I, a disciple, want to use the boundless Dharma to transform it away..."

"Little monk? When did he enter Buddhism? Why haven't I heard him talk about it?"

Nalan Ruoyu picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then sighed: "This is really a terrible guy. What do you think we will do if we can't drink this wine in the future?"

Meng Shentong couldn't help laughing when he heard this, pointed at Li Xiuyuan and said: "If you treat him better, maybe he can think of a way..."

After speaking, he patted Ping An's back gently and asked, "Are you full? Do you want another piece?"

After coming back to his senses, Ping An nodded and said with a smile: "Ping An still wants to eat barbecue."

The old man stretched out his hand and patted Li Xiuyuan gently, and said: "Hurry up, your brother wants to eat barbecue, and your master and I also have to eat another piece. We can't live up to such a good time and beautiful scenery."

Li Xiuyuan stopped chanting the sutra, and the Buddha's light behind him gradually disappeared.

Looking at the three people in front of him, he murmured: "If you want to eat barbecue, I'll do whatever you want..."

In fact, he originally wanted to say, I will do what you want.

But the meaning of his words changed a bit when he spoke, and even he himself was smiling bitterly to himself. Was he a Buddha on Mount Sumeru or a demon on the battlefield outside the territory?

Looking at the three people in front of him, Li Xiuyuan felt an impulse.

Just thinking about everything I was about to face made me have to endure it again and again.

He looked at Ping An and smiled and said, "How is your swordsmanship going?" This was the second time he asked Ping An tonight.

Ping An looked at him and shook his head, smiling and said: "There is no one at the bottom of the mountain to practice swordsmanship with Ping An. The master asked me to accompany my brother to practice on the mountain in a few days."

Upon hearing this, Nalan Ruoyu looked at him and asked, "Ping An, what swordsmanship did your brother teach you?"

Ping An looked at the back of Li Xiuyuan who was going to have a barbecue and laughed: "Ping An and his brother flew flowers and picked leaves together, and practiced swordsmanship with bamboo leaves. It's very fun..."

Meng Shentong was stunned, looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked, "Would you like me to give you a sword?"

Before Li Xiuyuan could reply, Ping An burst into laughter: "Brother said he has no strength right now, so he just cut a bunch of bamboo swords to play with Ping An!"

"Bamboo sword, what does this mean? What kind of swordsmanship do you want Ping An to learn?"

This time, even Meng Shentong was confused, thinking that his disciple was becoming more and more mysterious.

Li Xiuyuan looked at Meng Shentong and Nalan Ruoyu, sighed, and said with a smile: "This disciple thinks that it's okay to be safe, but he can't swing the heavy sword, so he uses the bamboo sword to try to understand the sword intention that is as light as heavy.

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"Heavy lifting is as light as light... Lifting as light as heavy is heavy... If you want to understand the meaning of the sword safely, this is an excellent way. It won't be long before it's winter, and it will be snowing all over the sky then, so it's a good time to practice.

sword."

Nalan Ruoyu didn't expect that before she taught Li Xiuyuan how to play the piano, his apprentice became a master first. This was a unique thing in Tianyun Mountain.

At the moment, Ping An seems to like Li Xiuyuan more than Wang Qiang.

Thinking of this, Nalan Ruoyu couldn't help but ask: "Does your teacher have an immortal sword... Taking advantage of the beautiful moonlight today, why not pass the sword on?"

After saying that, he looked at Meng Shentong and laughed.

Meng Shentong looked indifferent, thinking that as long as Li Xiuyuan spoke, he would pass the sword to his only disciple.

The sword, in his opinion, is just an external possession.

Li Xiuyuan brought a plate of barbecue and placed it on the table. He took a piece for Ping An and put it in his bowl: "Be careful of burning your mouth."

Looking at the two masters, he shook his head gently and said: "My disciple cut some bamboo swords, which are enough for sword practice... If there is a chance in the future, I will find a divine fire and make my own swords."

Seeing Nalan Ruoyu's confused look, she couldn't help but explain: "If a disciple blindly relies on external forces to improve his cultivation, how will he survive in the Xuanwu Continent in the future?"

This time it was Meng Shentong's turn to sigh and said leisurely: "So you want to make your own sword? This is something that requires a lot of effort on your part..."

"In that case, why do you have to have a quarrel with Yuan Zun's disciples?"

Nalan Ruoyu thought of what Li Xiuyuan said to her, and couldn't help but feel sick when she looked at him. With Yuan Zun's weird temper, he was afraid that it would be difficult to accept Li Xiuyuan as his disciple.

Unexpectedly, Li Xiuyuan looked at the two of them and said with a smile: "I have read many collections about weapon refining in the library. I believe that as long as I find the legendary divine fire, everything will no longer be difficult."

After hearing what Li Xiuyuan said, even Meng Shentong changed his expression. He looked at Nalan Ruoyu and said: "Refining weapons first refines fire. I think the old man has been too prosperous these years and has long forgotten this principle."

Nalan Ruoyu also nodded and chuckled: "None of his disciples are like this. They haven't learned the art of refining weapons, but they have learned Yuan Zun's bad temper first!"

Li Xiuyuan shook his head, looked at Ping An and said, "When it snows, my brother will teach you how to cut the snow with the bamboo sword in your hand!"

Thinking that one day he will leave Xuanwu Continent, now that he has come to Tianyun Mountain, he must leave something here, right?!

Otherwise, wouldn’t it be that the good wishes of his old Taoist master were in vain?

"Bamboo sword cuts snow?!"

This time it was Meng Shentong and Nalan Ruoyu's turn to be startled. They looked at him and asked, "Has Ping'an learned the art of flying flowers and picking leaves now?"

When Ping An heard this, he put down his chopsticks and looked at the two of them with a smile: "Ping An is blindfolded and practicing swordplay with his brother! Another day, Grandpa Meng will come to the mountain to watch Ping An practice swordsmanship with his brother... It's fun!"

"Masked swordsmanship? Do you want Ping An to adapt to the dark night?"

Meng Shentong suppressed the shock in his heart, and even his hand trembled slightly while holding the wine glass.

Li Xiuyuan looked at the two of them and sighed, and said with a faint smile: "Yes and no, I just want Ping An to learn to see the world with his heart. This will also be of great help to his future practice..."

After all, I realized this truth when I was blind at the back of the academy.

Although he is not Ping An's master now, he wants to teach this younger brother more about life and practice as an older brother.

It’s not just about practicing a certain sword technique to the extreme!

"Look at the world with your heart?" Nalan Ruoyu murmured softly a few times, then chuckled.

He looked at Meng Shentong and said with a smile: "It seems that not only Yuan Zun, but also Jian Zun will regret not stealing people from me in the first place!"
Chapter completed!