When the fireworks dissipate, the smell of gunpowder smoke dissipates with the wind and is no longer pungent.
Lin Qingxuan and Li Mochou looked at each other and smiled, feeling that their relationship was much closer and no longer the stranger they were before.
Lin Qingxuan unknowingly approached Li Mochou and asked softly: "You haven't asked the lady her name yet?"
Li Mochou was very happy to see fireworks for the first time, her face turned red, and she said: "My name is Li Mochou.
Thousands of flowers set off on a windy night, and even the stars blew down like rain. I couldn't understand what it meant at first, but now that I see the fireworks you set off, I understand what Mr. Jiaxuan meant."
Lin Qingxuan smiled and said: "Since Miss Li likes it, I will give the remaining two fireworks tubes to you." After speaking, he walked over and handed them to Li Mochou.
Li Mochou has lived in the ancient tomb for twelve years and has never seen any outsiders. Now it is the first time that she has been so close to a young man.
I was so happy that I forgot all the usual teachings from my teacher. I took it over with a smile and said: "You are really good. My master said that there are no good people in the Quanzhen Sect. I think you are very good. I'm afraid it's because the old Taoists are not good.
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Lin Qingxuan smiled and said nothing. Li Mochou took out a handkerchief, wrapped the fireworks carefully and held them, then asked Lin Qingxuan questions.
When Lin Qingxuan saw Li Mochou's clothes and heard her asking about things from the market, he knew that she was obviously tired of the boring and cold lonely life in the ancient tomb.
Seeing the excited light in Li Mochou's eyes, Lin Qingxuan knew that it was only a matter of time before he rebelled, so he casually talked about interesting things about the market at the foot of the mountain. Li Mochou listened with gusto, especially about monkey tricks, juggling, and sugar figures.
, rouge, gouache, etc. were the most interested and asked Lin Qingxuan many questions one after another.
Lin Qingxuan asked dumbfounded: "You asked me more than ten questions at once, how should I answer you?"
Li Mochou slightly stuck out her tongue and said, "Good Qingxuan, tell me slowly."
Lin Qingxuan nodded and was about to speak. Li Mochou's expression suddenly changed. He turned around and walked a few steps away. At the same time, he waved his hand to Lin Qingxuan. Lin Qingxuan's internal strength was already strong. He had already heard someone approaching and guessed that it was Grandma Sun.
After returning, he will stand still.
A few breaths later, Granny Sun walked out of the dense forest quickly, walked up to Lin Qingxuan with a gloomy face, and sighed: "You are not lucky. The lady won't let me take care of you. Just go back to Chongyang Palace. This is our tomb of the living dead."
Land, don't approach it randomly in the future, lest you get stung by bees, and no one will save you even if you die."
Lin Qingxuan listened to Grandma Sun's tone of voice, although it was evil, but it was full of pity and pity. He hurriedly bowed and said: "Xiaodao understands Grandma Sun's love and care. You are the only old man in the world who is warm-hearted and cares about me. If you have time in the future, you will Qingxuan
Will definitely come see you again.”
Lin Qingxuan knew that the heat was almost over, so he turned around and left.
Li Mochou played with the heavy handkerchief in her hand, feeling a little reluctant to let Lin Qingxuan leave. She felt that once he left, she wouldn't have anyone to talk to about new topics. However, after thinking about it, she also said that she would come to visit Sun Yat-sen when she had time.
My mother's worries turned into joy again.
Grandma Sun also sighed and said secretly: "There has been no good person in the Quanzhen Sect since Wang Chongyang. My lady is right not to let me associate with the Taoist priests of the Quanzhen Sect, otherwise we will always see the poor people they bully.
I have to lose my life, I just pity Lin Qingxuan, a little Taoist boy who is polite and sensible, but he has to spend his time in the Chongyang Palace... ugh..."
Li Mochou's heart moved and she said, "Mother Sun, do you feel sorry for him? Then wait until he comes to visit you again and secretly teach him some martial arts."
Grandma Sun was stunned and said: "How can the martial arts of the ancestor be taught at will? How can it be done without your master's consent? Besides, we and Chongyang Palace have never dealt with each other. If Lin Xiaodao comes again, you and I will not be able to see him again."
Li Mochou's brows tightened when she heard this, and suddenly she suddenly said: "Mommy, you are confused. Lin Qingxuan is a Taoist Taoist of the Quanzhen Sect. At best, he is only a disciple of the Sanqing Dynasty. He is not a disciple of Wang Chongyang. We are just following him.
What sin does he have if he meets someone?
You are afraid that he will be bullied. Although you cannot teach the martial arts passed down by our ancestors in the ancient tomb, is it possible that the Quanzhen martial arts in Wang Chongyang's practice stone chamber cannot be taught too?"
Granny Sun was overjoyed when she heard this and kept nodding her head and said: "What the girl pointed out is that the Quanzhen Sect's Niubi people are not willing to teach Lin Qingxuan martial arts, so let's write down the martial arts practiced by Wang Chongyang in the ancient tomb and teach them to Lin Xiaodao.
Not only to relieve my grandma’s anger, but also to help the little Taoist priest.”
The master and the servant hid in the dense forest while talking. Although they thought well, they didn't know the rules of the world. If Lin Qingxuan was really just a Taoist priest who was not allowed to teach, he suddenly learned the Quanzhen religion from them.
His martial arts was later discovered by Taoist priests from the Quanzhen Sect. No matter how he explained it, Lin Qingxuan could not escape the guilt of stealing his skills from his master and having an affair with a foreign teacher, and his end would be miserable.
Returning to the firewood room in the back kitchen, Lin Qingxuan thought about his actions and words just now, and asked himself if there was any problem. Then he smiled slightly and said to himself: "Finally, I have a good relationship with my neighbors, and I will have the opportunity to learn the ancient tomb sect martial arts in the future."
If you learn it, you will have a better chance of learning the essence of the Nine Yin Manual.
It’s just that this matter is not urgent. I plan ahead and it will take a year and a half to see the results.”
Lin Qingxuan's ideas in his mind are always overly fanciful, but when he really does things, he still follows a safe path.
From wanting to worship the Seventh Son of Quanzhen more than a year ago, to how to secretly learn martial arts after the Tianyan Mirror was activated, and now planning the ancient tomb sect martial arts and the Double Ninth Festival inscriptions, Lin Qingxuan always made plans before taking action, and acted in advance.
He began to make plans, with the purpose of continuously improving his martial arts skills. After all, he had limited qualifications and was not a martial arts wizard.
If it weren't for the help of Tian Yanjing, even if he had learned the Quanzhen Dao Song, he might not be able to start practicing now, let alone pursue advanced realms.
Now that he is blessed with success in cultivation, Lin Qingxuan does not dare to slack off. He only wants to make progress according to the designated plan. What he wants is to be able to reach his peak and explore the road to immortality before his old age and strength weaken.
After the New Year, the six disciples of Quanzhen all gave guidance and training to the disciples and taught them the essence of martial arts. After the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the disciples all over the mountain bid farewell to Ma Yu and others and went down the mountain.
The number of people in the Quanzhen Sect has decreased and the kitchen has a lot of free time. Lin Qingxuan still does his job without any regrets. At the same time, he practices martial arts such as the Twenty-Four Golden Guan Jade Lock Techniques and the Quanzhen Sect Qinggong Sword Technique every day.
To become increasingly sophisticated.
Even in his spare time, he would read some Taoist scriptures and practice calligraphy to kill time. He would also find an opportunity to go to the dense forest of the back mountain to visit Grandma Sun once a month. As his cultivation became more and more profound day by day, Lin Qingxuan also felt that he was in the firewood room behind the Chongyang Palace.
The days we lived here were very pleasant.
When Lin Qingxuan went to the back mountain again in February, Grandma Sun and Li Mochou heard the sound and came out. The three of them were a little happy to see each other.
After asking about Lin Qingxuan's current situation and learning that she was no longer being bullied by Quanzhen disciples, Granny Sun breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Qingxuan, thanks to our girl's hard work, we finally managed to remove a lot of people in Wang Chongyang's practice stone room the afternoon before yesterday.
The essential symbols of martial arts are studied out.
We don’t dare to let the young lady know, and we have never practiced the martial arts of Quanzhen’s masters. You can take this Wang Chongyang’s martial arts secret book back home and practice it yourself. If you have any questions, you can ask us in the future. But I am not familiar with Quanzhen.
If I don’t know much about teaching martial arts, I’m afraid I won’t be able to help you much.”
After speaking, Grandma Sun took out a thin book from her arms. On the cover were four beautiful characters - "Secret Book of the Stone Chamber".
Lin Qingxuan looked at Li Mochou and Granny Sun, and saw that both of them looked concerned and urging, so he thanked him and took it.