Seven years later, Shu Jian lived.

Yuan Qing was half lying on a wicker chair, squinting his eyes as if he was sleeping.

In front of the seat is a desk with pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and a seal tube, all of which are available. However, the ink is dried up and the hair is hardened. It has obviously not been touched for a long time.

There are two tables and chairs on each side of the desk, and seven unknown animal skins are hung on the wall behind them, four on the left and three on the right, with a single lead-gray word "sword" written on them.

The characters are not in a famous style, but they are elegant and sharp, like the wind and a sword, and have the power to soar through the clouds. And if you look closely, you will find that the seven characters are of the same body but have different shapes, but they are all the same.

Time passed by, and in the blink of an eye, the sun was shining brightly. A group of little boys, holding a small bowl of green jar in their hands, jumped all the way from the blacksmith shop to the Book and Sword House.

"Teacher, Xi'er has brought you wine." The child placed the green altar on the corner of the desk and bowed.

Yuan Qing responded casually, and then pointed his finger, but saw the wine rising up like a pillar, and gurgling into the young man's mouth.

The child was already accustomed to this, so he picked up the book on the table, walked to the side, sat down, and read loudly. However, after a while, the bookstore was filled with the sound of reading.

Gradually, as the sun set, the child stopped reading. He put down his books, got up in formal clothes, bowed to Yuan Qing again, and said respectfully: "Teacher, Xi'er excuses himself."

Yuan Qing still didn't get up, but this time he didn't even respond, as if he had completely fallen into a deep dream.

The child very sensibly picked up the already empty green altar and quietly retreated. Soon after, he saw stars shining brightly and the moon filling the branches.

Suddenly, the wind blew up, and the doors and windows were slightly covered by the wind. Yuan Qing stood in front of his desk with his eyes closed, his wrists lowered and his pen down. The silver glow around him flickered, but he was as motionless as a clay sculpture.

After a long time, the silver glow slowly faded away. The young man let out a sigh, put down the green hair in his hand, lay back on the wicker chair again, contemplated and calmed down, and entered the state of selflessness again.

seven years ago.

Feeling that the pillars were simple, the fat boy remembered the old events in Fenhe Village, and the danger of monsters was imminent, Yuan Qingfan was moved and decided to stay in Qingzhou Mansion.

So he resorted to various tricks to get tens of thousands of gold and silver in exchange for night pearls, and paid them all. He built a tailor shop and turned it into a bookstore, across the street from the pillar blacksmith shop.

When Zhuzi woke up, he didn't see Yuan Qing. He thought that the fate between the two of them was over. Although he felt regretful, he thought that he had once called the immortal a brother and had a good time drinking and talking, so he accepted it peacefully.

Seeing each other again at this time, I couldn't help but be extremely excited despite the surprise. I rushed to the bookstore in three steps and asked loudly whether he was going to stay. After receiving the affirmative answer, I was overjoyed, looked solemn, and vowed to invite him again.

Yuan Qing responded with a smile, and Zhuzi immediately laughed loudly and declared boldly that the wine steward was enough!

That night, there was a big banquet in the small courtyard, with wine and meat, chicken and duck, which was a rare luxury for this family of three. It made the little fat man’s eyes gleam with greed and his mouth watered.

After the woman learned that she could be a neighbor to an immortal, her resentment disappeared instantly. She spent the whole night in front of the stage and behind the stove, and was extremely busy.

In the Yuan and Qing Dynasties, people were eating grain all the year round, so they only tasted it briefly. Most of the food on the table went into the belly of the pillar, but they kept drinking bowl after bowl of wine.

Therefore, although the wine is made by Zhu Zhu himself, it has a turbid color and a light taste. It is far less refreshing than Shao Knife, and even less powerful than Red Flame Xuan Ling. However, when tasted in the Yuan and Qing Dynasties, it has a different flavor of fireworks, just like the rolling red dust in the world.

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After three rounds of drinking, Zhuzi's eyes were blurred and he was drunk. He half-leaned on the table and poured out all the broken thoughts in his heart under the influence of alcohol. He rambled here and there for a full hour.

The woman had already picked up the little fat man and went back to the house to sleep. Yuan Qing looked leisurely and didn't say a word. The porcelain bowl in his hand was full and empty until the moon was at the top and Zhu Zhu lay on the table and fell asleep.

After shaking up his clothes and standing up, the young man held the green altar in his hands and Shi Shiran disappeared into the moonlight.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhuzi went to Shujianju to look for Yuanqing. He talked about drunken nonsense, his face was full of embarrassment, and he bowed and apologized repeatedly.

Yuan Qing smiled and waved his hands to reassure him that he didn't have to worry about it, and said frankly that he hadn't heard a few words and had long since wandered away.

The two chatted for a few more words. Before leaving, Yuan Qing seemed to have unintentionally complimented the wine as it tasted good. Zhu Zhu laughed and said loudly, "I know" before leaving.

Every day after that, Zhu Zhu would come to visit him with a small jar of soju, but as the ban became tighter, he would put it down in a hurry and leave, not daring to stay longer.

So there was a young man who drank heavily and wrote thousands of words a day, writing thousands of words every day, and every stroke was extremely neat, and they were all Taoist classics.

Occasionally, I would stop writing, pull up a wicker chair, watch pillars and forge iron tools, and hear the sound of gold, but my mood would become more and more peaceful.

However, even in these leisurely days, Yuan Qing still had a warning line in his heart that had not been eliminated, which was the chaos of monsters and the danger of attacking the city.

It is strange to say that although the rumors about the beast chaos have become more and more serious, there has been no movement. There has been no news of attacks on nearby villages and towns. The scouts who went out have found nothing. There is no trace of the beast in a radius of hundreds of miles, as if it has completely disappeared.

Finally, one month later, Shen Wenxin ordered the ban to be lifted. Gradually, merchants reappeared, businesses reopened, Qingzhou Mansion returned to its former prosperity, and the young man also completely settled down in this ordinary life.

Time flies like water, and it’s the end of the year in a flash.

In Qingzhou Prefecture, every household is decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and the Zhuzi family also hangs up red lanterns and puts on new clothes to welcome the New Year.

Yuan Qing did not do any of this, he just lay on a wicker chair with his eyes closed and meditated, so Shujian Residence remained cold and incompatible with the hustle and bustle of the city.

It’s not that I can’t, but that since I went up the mountain, all rituals and customs have been like passing clouds, never mentioned again, and the deeper I practice, the harder it is to realize that time has passed by.

I often feel like my mind is in the void, and my mind wanders into the void. Years have passed since I woke up. The saying goes, "There are no jiats in the mountains, and it's so cold that I don't know the years." It's nothing more than this.

Zhuzi was obviously aware of it, so he came to visit him early in the morning with his children, and invited Yuan and Qing to visit the flower market and temple fairs with him.

Xu Shi was still thinking about it, but Yuan Qing thought about it briefly and agreed. The three of them walked around for a long time before giving up.

On the way back, the little fat man held the candy man in his left hand and danced the wooden sword in his right hand, jumping up and down and rushing to the front; Zhuzi held firecrackers in his hands and rouge in his arms, walking side by side with Yuan Qing behind him.

Yuan Qing was still empty-handed, but he didn't get anything.

Roughly speaking, I have been writing since I broke the fast for more than half a year, but no one has paid attention to it. I didn't even think of going to the flower market, and I accidentally attracted the attention of several women.

Some of them were brave enough to express their feelings directly on the street and send entrusted gifts. Although they were all declined, they still gained some reputation.

When the three of them returned to the blacksmith shop, the woman had already prepared a table of wine and food.

He took a few steps forward from the pillar, took out the rouge and put it into the woman's hand, with a naive smile on his face. The woman feigned anger and rolled her eyes at him, then lowered her head and carefully looked at the small box in her hand, her eyes full of joy.

The little fat man sat at the table early, holding the candy man in his hand, staring at the roast chicken, unaware of everything around him.

Take a seat and open the table.

There was laughter and laughter during the dinner. Yuan Qing and Zhu Zhu exchanged cups and talked and laughed happily until it was late at night before they knew it.

As midnight approached, the street suddenly became noisy. Zhuzi also picked up firecrackers and took his wife and children outside. The streets were empty and filled with laughter and singing.

Suddenly a bell rang, far-reaching and melodious, spreading throughout the city, followed by gongs and drums, firecrackers, and fireworks, forming a sea of ​​​​people singing, dancing, and cheering. Qingzhou Prefecture is like a city that never sleeps, a city that never sleeps.

Yuan Qing didn't know when he took the Invisibility Technique, wielded the sword Qing Ming, and looked at the city full of colorful purples and reds. He felt inexplicable feelings in his heart. He thought about it for a moment, but it was like clouds and fog, elusive. He simply closed his eyes and let out all his spiritual thoughts.

But everywhere I looked, no matter men, women, old or young, high or low, their faces were all beaming with joy. The so-called life, old age, illness and death, love and resentment, all seemed to have vanished into nothing in this explosion, leaving only a trace of vision and a ray of hope.

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This emotion comes from nature, comes from oneself, is innate, pure and unmixed, and is no different from the stubborn and innocent heart. It is the desire for beauty and the longing for the original nature of pure goodness.

After thinking about this, Yuan and Qing finally understood that this is the inherent goodness of human nature and the great kindness in the world!

It must be understood that surviving life and death and slaying demons and evil spirits requires passion, chivalry and heroic spirit to protect thousands of people and the foundation of humanity.

However, since the war, we have seen a lot of ugly people in people's hearts. Even though they are as simple as the villagers of Fenhe River and as straightforward as pillars, they are still inevitably mixed with selfish thoughts and impure intentions.

Comparing the two aspects, it is really difficult to balance the spirit and spirit. Therefore, although the edge of the sword is sharp, there is always unpleasantness when the sword comes out.

Now that the thought was clear, I couldn't help but feel relaxed and happy. I turned my palms and took out the green-skinned gourd that I hadn't used for a long time, and drank the red flame in the gourd.

Suddenly, there was a clear cry, clear and high, penetrating into the nine heavens. A faint silver glow appeared all over the young man's body. The sword embryo in his body trembled slightly, and the internal fire was strong. It turned out that he wanted to improve his cultivation further.

Return to Jianshu Studio, sit upright with the door closed, calm down, and enter the void, gradually reaching a state of no thought, with only a glimmer of clarity remaining.

I don't know how long it took, but I heard a soft sound, and then the silver light shined brightly, illuminating the whole hall, but then it was like a candle in the wind, swaying, flickering and flickering.

After another moment, Yuan Qing suddenly opened his eyes, waved his big sleeve, threw out a piece of demon tiger skin, spread it flat on the ground, and then used his sword finger to write, announcing that the sword energy became ink, and the pen was empty, and the pen moved like a dragon.

Snake, in an instant, wrote the word "sword".

The words became as bright as cast silver, then turned black, then black, and finally turned into a lead-gray color printed on the tiger skin. The silver light in the room also flourished, and then slowly faded away.

Yuan Qing breathed a long sigh of relief, stood up, waved his hand to put away the animal skin, and saw that there was a mark with the word "sword" more than three feet deep under it. He was frightened and sighed that he was lucky.

When the mind is free and clear, it is in line with the original intention of swordsmanship, so the state of mind is relaxed and the cultivation is advanced.

However, after the seventh round of the Great Refining, the sword embryo becomes purer and the miscellaneous qi becomes heavier. Although it is dispersed throughout the body and strengthens the muscles, bones and meridians, there is still some residue that lurks in the qi palace and is incompatible with the pure sword qi, so it is considered a hidden danger.

Therefore, when the sword embryo is refined again, miscellaneous qi arises again, like water flowing into hot oil, causing the qi pulses to surge, like thousands of horses galloping, rushing through the body, with the potential to run off the reins.

At this critical moment, a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind, and a passage flashed through his mind: "When the Tao rushes, it may not be full, and the abyss is like the origin of all things." So he borrowed words to disperse his energy and turn danger into disaster.

Pushing the door open, I saw the sky was bright. Zhuzi was sitting in front of the shop, his thick eyebrows were furrowed and he was worried. The little fat man was running happily up and down the street, waving the wooden sword in his hand.

When he saw Yuan Qing, Zhu Zhu stood up suddenly, all the sadness on his face. He came closer in a few steps and said hello loudly. After the two briefly exchanged a few words, Yuan Qing learned that he had been in seclusion for more than seven days.

The little fat man came back from running around. When he saw Yuan Qing, he shouted "Old God" excitedly. Yuan Qing smiled and nodded in response.

Suddenly there was something in his heart. Yuan Qing looked at Zhu Zhu and said bluntly that he wanted to accept his son as his disciple and teach him the essence of classics.

Hearing this, Zhuzi was dumbfounded for a moment, and then he was overjoyed. He grabbed the fat boy, immediately placed a seat in the middle of the book and sword, served tea, and performed three kowtows to pay homage to his master.

Yuan Qing accepted the gift calmly, and then presented him with a handwritten copy of the essence of Taoism, named him Cao Xi, and asked him to come and listen to the lectures at midnight every day.

The pillar was overjoyed, and after bowing to the end, he took his son and left. Not long after, he left again and came back again, with a twitchy look on his face, and he stopped talking.

Yuan Qing's heart was like a mirror, and he made a promise of "a jar of shochu every day for teaching purposes" while talking and laughing, which relieved his worries.

For the next six years, Yuan Qing taught classes during the day, practiced at night, and drank wine during the free time. It was indeed a leisurely and quiet time.

However, although the banquet is good, there will be a time when the time comes, and the tranquility and leisure are not as good as Zongjian Qingming.
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