In the square of Chenwu Temple, a group of disciples of the inner sect calmed down, waiting for the Saint of Chen'an to tell the story of the old man Diaomu.
The saint in blue showed reminiscence, paused, and then slowly spoke: "This story may have nothing to do with practice, but if you listen carefully, you will definitely gain something."
"Listen to the teachings of the saints!" Everyone in the inner sect grabbed their own parasites in their hands, and the crowd was filled with emotion. They bowed deeply to the saints on the morning shore from afar, and stood still.
"At that time, I had already completed the second level of the Five Elements. I had been practicing hard for decades and had not made any progress. In my boredom, I traveled alone in the Nanhuang. Shortly after I left the sect, I met this old man who made a living by carving wood in the Nanli Imperial City. I only felt that his carving wood was extremely interesting, so I lingered in the Nanli Imperial City for some time and watched it carefully. Every time, he always picked up a piece of wood from the pile of wood, then carved a few rough carvings at will, and put it aside, and kept searching for the wood he had left with carvings from the pile of wood."
The Saint of Chen'an showed a faint smile on his face, as if he was very nostalgic for that time: "Whenever he found a wooden carving suitable for his mood that day, he would take out the mountain wood and add a few carvings at will. If he didn't want to carve it in the middle, he would throw the wooden carving back into the pile of wood, and it would always be like this."
The disciples of the inner sect were confused and looked at each other, then listened intently: "I have thought about his carvings. When I cut the knife, there are different ways of using the knife to move the knife."
At some point, Saint Chen'an said, and there was an extra wine bag in his hand, and he sipped it lightly: "I thought it was done by him at first, but later I realized that he often did this." Recalling the past, the man in the blue shirt stopped his movements, held the wine bag in the air, and did not move, with a smile on his face from time to time.
"With doubt, I lived in his house. Every day after that, he talked to me about the trivial matters of Nanli folk life, and said about the fun, and unconsciously talked about another thing. It is precisely because of this that many people think that he is like a madman, stupid, and can't even explain the simplest thing clearly, only I listen with relish."
"It is done casually and born at will! This seems to have nothing to do with the cultivator, but it only made me realize it in just a moment. In his world, wood carvings are the only ones, carving knives, and even the one holding the knives is the only one!"
After the Saint of Chen'an finished speaking, he raised his hand and loosened the wine bag to his mouth. His face still had a faint smile, and he was still recalling the ordinary days he had spent with the wood carving old man in Nanli Imperial City.
It was not until a long time before he turned around and looked at the people in the Temple Square with a smile. Then he turned his head and signaled to the elders of the sect standing in front of the Temple: "Tell me, what do you understand from this story?"
Everyone in the sect calmed down, and the stories told by Chen An faintly touched everyone's hearts.
After half a cup of tea, Chen Gang woke up from the story and smiled faintly: "Master, forgive Chen Gang for being dull. If you see the bottom of the situation, I hope you will forgive me."
Chen An didn't say a word, and nodded with a smile.
Chen Gang bowed to the direction of the Saint Chen'an, and then spoke: "Chen Gang felt that the old man carved wood who lived in seclusion in Nanli Imperial City was the real cultivator. He did not use external objects, but was not deceived by external objects, and finally reached the state of receiving and receiving from the heart and being natural!"
"He knew how to carve the wood carvings he wanted, or the statue was his state of mind at that time. Such a person could not be an ordinary person." The saint of Chen Gang's eyes were shining and he slowly asserted.
Seeing him answering, Saint Chen'an shook his head firmly: "I have observed carefully that there was no fluctuation of energy in his body. Perhaps because he was old, I could find a little decay from him."
He did not express his insights at that time, and the square of Chenwu Temple fell into silence, and no one answered for a long time.
At the Temple Square, the mountain breeze was slight. Liexiling was surrounded by Fang Caiwei, Liezhuang and others, standing quietly in the crowd. His eyes were sometimes confused and sometimes bright.
A cup of tea passed quickly, and no one in the sect answered. Lie Xiling thought about it for a while, then took a step forward and looked at the Saint Chen'an: "Grandpa Chen'an, let Xiaoling say something."
He always had an indescribable mood towards the Saint Chen'an. Chen'an brought him from the Western League and handed him over to the Hunter couple for raising him, and deliberately told Liezhuyi not to tell him his true identity. After the settlement changed, Chen'an introduced the Hunter brothers into the Chenwu Sect. These twists and turns made the young man feel a lot of warmth.
The man in green raised his wine bag again, smiled, and looked at him and nodded simply.
Liexiling learned from his master Chen Gang, bowed to Chen'an and stood up. When he stood up, his eyes became firm. "Xiaoling felt that the behavior of this folk old man carved wood was vaguely looking for a boundary point. On the surface, he seemed to be constantly searching and forgetting, but the carved wood he placed aside was definitely not the woodcut he thought to have cut it in his heart at that time."
Feeling the bright eyes of the girl behind him looking at him, Li Xiling's heart trembled, and he didn't hesitate anymore: "In fact, he has already set a boundary point in every day's carving time. When he meets a wood carving that resonates with his heart, he can quickly start and carve the look he wants."
I felt that what I said was clear enough. The Liexiling bowed to the saint of Chenban and silently retreated to Liezhuang, Fang Caiwei and Wu Shi.
And the elders of Chenwu Sect standing on the high platform, together with the beautiful Sect Master Chenwu, only showed strange light when he heard his words.
When the Saint Chen'an heard this, he suddenly laughed: "Haha, I, Chen Wu, I, should have this son, be very clear." After speaking, he laughed loudly: "I didn't expect that the one who can understand the old man Diaomu is a child? Just as Xiaoling said it right, the word "cultivation" not only cultivates the realm of Yuanli and supernatural powers, but also understands the secrets of the five elements, which is the most important thing."
"The old man Diaomu is not ignorant of the stinginess of time to him, and he is not ignorant of the fact that he will decay at any time, but he knows that in his own years, the years that truly belong to him have been tied to his mundane affairs and trivial matters, so he no longer cares too much. Since he can't catch up with the pace of time, he can only wait, wait for a trace of inspiration to come, wait for the wonderful enlightenment that breaks through the chaos in life, and wait for the restlessness in life to return to calmness again, and can carve another knife."
Realizing that his words were too obscure for the disciples of the inner sect, the Saint Chenan grabbed the wine bag in his hand and took a sip, then smiled and said, "In fact, he rarely has finished wood carvings, but in the southern wilderness, as long as the wood carvings he carved were all fine products, they were purchased by the folk royal family for a lot of money and regarded as rare treasures."
Yu Bi Chaoli Xiling said lightly: "He once gave me the white bird woodcut, but he felt that he could not carve it in his lifetime, so he told me that if he could meet someone who knew the essence of his carving in the future, no matter who cultivators of ordinary people, he would ask me to give the white bird to the other party and ask him to help complete the remaining carvings."
The Saint of Chen'an waved his hand casually. The white bird that had not been carved before was held in his hand was like a half-destroyed carved wood, and had been caught by the Liexiling. When he looked carefully, he felt that the knife was simple, but every knife was deeply rooted in the essence of the Big Five Elements.
"Xiaoling, this wood carving is a gift for me to win the first place in the list of disciples of the inner sect. If you can finish the carving, it will be fine. "The Saint Chen'an said, and glanced at Bai Caihe beside him, without saying a word, slowly walked down the steps in front of the temple, and took a step towards the back mountain.
The face of the Sect Master Chen Wu was a little dim and returned to normal in a moment: "You all the sects who stayed in the Liangyi Sword Formation, please go back to the mountain, practice diligently, and wait for the orders of the sect!"
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In the Dongliu Dynasty, Zhao Li, the wise and wise old emperor of the Zhao royal family, passed away. On the day of the ascension, the new emperor had had a banquet and suddenly felt unwell.
The imperial doctor in the imperial city, who was skilled in medical treatment, left his seat for treatment and walked less than ten steps. The new emperor suddenly had swollen all over his body and swayed for less than two breaths. It suddenly exploded and turned into a bloody stain on the ground!
The Dongliu Dynasty immediately became in chaos and lurked in the dynasty for hundreds of years. The forces called "North Dongliu" followed. After more than half a month, most of the Dongliu Dynasty had already belonged to the banner of Nishiyu.
Just before a mountain hundreds of feet tall in the middle of the Dongliu Dynasty, a team of civilian military guards were surrounded by a group of people wearing black robes. The retreating military guards, who had just fought desperately with tens of thousands of military troops in the Weidongliu side, escaped a team of hundreds of people. The blood on their faces had not been washed away, and their faces were even more exhausted. Then they fell into another battle.
The middle-aged Wu Wei Chang bit his steel teeth and grabbed the powerful and heavy Vajra Snake Spear in his hand. His eyes were red and his eyes were split, staring forward, and then he signaled to the terrified cavalry whistle beside him.
He was killed by the whistle, and kicked the horse's belly. The tired horse was in pain and ran out more than a hundred feet: "Quwuwei has an order, and people are not allowed to step into our army's hundred steps..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard the crossbow arrow breaking the wind. The military horse under him trembled, and then his legs became weak, and he knelt on the ground with a "bang", raising a lot of mountain dust. Then the horse's eye rolled, twitched for several times, and stopped moving. The rider was about to escape. A man wearing a long gown and hid his face under the hat ran over strangely and smiled strangely, raising his sword, revealing that he had been grabbed from the ground by someone!
"Fight to death! Fight to death! Fly to the enemy in a formation!" Qu Wuwei could see from the point where the other party killed the cavalry without saying a word. This team of people must have the intention of killing the cavalry when they appeared here.
Just as the formation of hundreds of martial guards gradually opened, dozens of strange roars sounded one after another, and dozens of men in black had already crossed hundreds of feet in a blink of an eye, reaching the other martial guards group!
The sword light flew, and the black shadows shuttled back and forth, and instantly dozens of tired war horses fell to the ground and whine. There was even a man who was shaped like an eagle and rushed towards Qu Wuwei in the air. The black sword was shining cold and terrifying!