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Text Chapter 348: Going through the past, finally understanding the heart

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    Slightly cold, damp and cold.  I could vaguely hear the patter of light rain and the sound of the breeze blowing the window lattice and door panels. The faint musty smell was so familiar. This is the unique feeling of early spring in Jiangnan.  Yu He opened his eyes, it was half dark outside.  On the wooden wall in front of the bed, a mottled yellow paper calendar is nailed. The top page reads: "Bingyin month, Jiaxu day, Jiazi year; Chen and Xu are in conflict with each other, and they are in conflict with the dragon; appropriate: all things are not suitable and taboos"  : Everything is unfavorable; the auspicious gods tend to change: Yang De, Sanhe, Tianxi, Tianyi, and Si Ming; the evil gods tend to change: Yueyan, Earth Fire, Four Strikes, Dasha, Furi, and the Assembly. " " Close to the door.  On the wooden table, there was a whitened oil-paper umbrella and a bamboo basket covered with oilcloth.  "Bingyin month, Jiaxu day, Jiazi year?"  Yu He was shocked. Isn't this the last time he worshiped the ancient beast Bixi?  Looking down, he saw that he was wearing a long gown made of coarse cloth and dyed blue. Under his body was a thin wooden bed, with dozens of handwritten Taoist scriptures piled on the bedside.  Turning around and looking around, he saw that this slightly shabby little wooden house was exactly the one he lived in in Zuozhenguan on Huaiyu Mountain. Behind the wooden door, there was a three-handled wooden hut he had cut by himself.  A mahogany sword.  With both hands supported, Yu He straightened up. He touched the top of his head and found that the bun was still there, with no sign of being burned by the elixir fire.  The fingers of his left hand suddenly touched a hard object. He picked it up and saw that it was the green sword made by Ning Qingling. There was a small piece of faded purple gauze wrapped around the hilt, and a silver bell was decorated at the end, making a tinkling sound.  .  Am I dead or am I dreaming?  Yu He reached out and pinched the tip of his nose, and found that not only could he feel pain, but the tip of his nose was also warm.  Aren¡¯t you in Huashan, Xiyue?  If it wasn't a dream, how could I be back here and now?  There seemed to be some hint, which made Yu He get out of bed, pick up the oil-paper umbrella and bamboo basket, open the wooden door and walk outside.  The scenery outside the door came into view, and it suddenly overlapped with the scene in the memory.  The rolling mountains are wandering among the misty clouds and mist. In the distant valleys, there are streams, villages and rice fields looming, making it seem like a fairyland on earth.  Yu He was just like he was decades ago, holding a bamboo basket in one hand and an oil-paper umbrella in the other, walking towards the place where the ancient beast hid and lurked.  Only the mountain road he had walked was clear in front of him. Looking in other directions, everything was hazy, as if there was a layer of fog in between.  Yu He seemed to be walking in his own memory. After a while, he turned into a mountain stream, took off his shoes and socks, waded into the cold mountain spring, and went deep into the mountains and valleys.  Bixi, the eighth son of the nine descendants of the ancient true dragon, has a hundred-foot-long body shaped like a giant turtle, lying in the deep valley like a dark brown rocky hill.  There is a huge wordless stone tablet standing on its back. The surface of the tablet is as smooth as a mirror. Every time there are thunder and lightning flashes in the clouds in the sky, a faint blue light also passes over the stone tablet.  Yu He bent down and placed the bamboo basket in front of Bixi. He suddenly felt a sudden light outside. He looked up and saw that the ancient beast Bixi opened its eyes as big as wheels, with strange lights shining in them.  , staring closely at Yu He.  "As soon as you enter the Immortal Gate, it is as deep as the sea. From now on, the world of mortals becomes clouds and smoke. Joy is joyful, parting is painful, the heart is crazy, hate turns into hurt, the blue sky is as high as the blue and the yellow spring is falling, who is really at ease?" The voice of this ancient beast is like a bell.  Da Lu's voice shocked Yu He's heart, "Decades have passed, have you mastered your sword?" Yu He stretched out his hand and gently touched the green sword on his waist, and sighed: "It's done, but it's not done yet."  ." There was no trace of human smoke in the eyes of the ancient beast Bixi. It asked: "What is success and what is failure?" Yu He hesitated several times, but finally shook his head and said: "I don't understand.  " "The sword is a gentleman among soldiers, but it is still a weapon for killing and attacking. This sword of yours is wrapped with a woman's green hair, and it is difficult to part with it, so the sword is no longer a sword." "Bi Xi said.  Falling, the silver bell on Yu He's sword automatically moved without wind.  The treasure made a light tinkling sound, and suddenly turned into a little glimmer, breaking away from the shackles of the purple gauze, and threw it towards the wordless stone tablet on Bixi's back.  Yu He subconsciously reached out to grab it, but only got nothing.  Then he saw the bright light shining brightly on the wordless stone tablet, so bright that Yu He quickly raised his sleeves to cover his eyes.  When the light dimmed slightly, he raised his eyes and took a look, and he was immediately stunned.  The stone tablet, which was a hundred feet high and fifteen feet wide, suddenly became like a bright mirror. The light and shadow in the mirror changed, showing a picture that was both real and illusory.  The world is full of wanderings, wine and meat stinks in wealthy families, and bones are frozen to death on the road.  A sloppy boy hugged a girl with a dirty face tightly, huddled on the street corner and shivering.  Both of them were skinny, but they regarded a small bowl of rotten rice as a treasure, and neither of them was willing to eat more.  It was supposed to be a beautiful time like flowers, but there was no glimmer of glory in this pair of boys and girls.  They stared blankly at this ruthless world, and what they longed for in their hearts was just a bonfire and a house.?. A jar of water or a small pile of soup scraps.  Only when the boy wrapped the girl tightly in a tattered felt cloth and watched the girl fall asleep, did his eyes show some warm and vivid colors.  The tinkling bells came from nowhere, and the scene on the stone tablet changed. The boy and girl had already put on simple and clean clothes.  The girl was sitting beside the wooden bed, packing her bags carefully with just a little light. Her face was full of bright hope.  And the young man was hiding in the shadow outside the door, silently watching the girl who was about to leave. Maybe this time they were separated, they would be separated forever and never see each other again, but the young man was not sad, but kept close to each other.  clenched his fist.  From his chest, screams seemed to come out one after another, all of which were the longing for the insignificant destiny of immortality.  Yu He clenched his fists involuntarily, and saw the scene change again.  The young man carries a long sword on his back and looks very heroic. He and the girl in bright clothes are sitting side by side under the willow tree by the river, and they are excitedly showing off their chivalry and righteousness.  But the girl's face was flashing with an elusive look. She tried hard to maintain a faint smile, but she couldn't hide the sadness between her eyebrows.  I heard the girl sigh quietly and whisper to the boy: I have changed.  But the young man replied with a firm tone: No matter how things change, my love for you has never changed.  The beautiful scene of a boy and a girl cuddling together was suddenly shattered by a piece of letter.  Every word in that letter is still deeply engraved in Yu He's memory.  The letter suddenly turned into a light cloud, carrying a man and a woman away leisurely. The girl on the cloud seemed happy and sad, but the proud man beside the girl was not the slovenly boy before.  Starlight shone in the southern sky, vaguely showing a majestic emperor sitting on a white lotus.  He was staring at Yu He coldly. In his gaze, there was reproach, ridicule, pity, and helplessness.  Yu He seemed to be unable to bear the silent torture of the Nantian Emperor. He stepped back three steps in a row, but was caught by a stream stone. His sole slipped and he fell into the cold and biting mountain spring water.  The voice of the ancient beast Bigui was also full of mockery: "Children, do you ever remember how much you longed for immortality? Do you ever remember why you wanted to pursue cultivation? After going through all the past here, I  Let me ask you, do you regret it?" Yu He's lips trembled, and the words "I regret" almost came out of his mouth.  But suddenly a mountain wind passed through the deep valley, chilling his bones. His wet clothes were as cold as ice shells, but only the slightest warmth came from the long sword at his waist.  Yu He stretched out his hand to hold the green sword. The densely wrapped green silk on the scabbard was warm and soft.  He leaned on the ground with his long sword, stood up, and looked at the wordless stone tablet without saying a word.  I saw the light and shadow on the stone tablet flowing and changing again.  Yu He swung the wooden sword clumsily, making many mistakes in his footwork and sword moves.  Master Yunfeng suddenly frowned and slapped Yu He staggeringly.  Yu He watched with shame on his face as his master picked up the wooden sword and practiced the moves over and over again. While swinging the sword, he still patiently explained the essentials.  Finally, Yu He put down the wooden sword and picked up the three-foot green blade that was radiating cold light.  The long sword in his hand was so dazzling. The sword light that emerged from the sky split the dark clouds and hurricanes in the eyes of the world, illuminated the majestic imperial city of Dingyang in Kyoto, and shattered Luo Xiao's sword eighteen  The thousands of strange weapons in the plate were so overwhelming that even the purple and green swords of Shu Mountain bowed their heads.  The young man soared into the sky with his sword, causing countless demon monks and Hu Yi barbarians to look up, and everyone fled in horror.  But Master Yunfeng waved and smiled at Yu He, turned around and walked away.  On the stone table where he once bent over his desk and wrote, a dim oil lamp illuminated the still wet ink on the manuscript of "Tai Xuan Dian".  Yu He was flying after his master, but the sky above him was getting darker and darker.  Dark clouds are pressing down, torrential rain is pouring, thunder is raging, and demons are haunted.  Among the dim mountains and rivers, there are strange peaks rising from the ground, like swords and spears piercing the sky.  Later, the heaven and earth closed together, like a great grinding mill, making it almost impossible for Yu He to move even an inch, but he still turned into a stubborn bird, fluttering its wings tenaciously amidst the violent storms and thunders.  At this time, a pair of tall figures emerged, it was Chang Junzi and Fairy Liu Zhen.  This fairy couple opened up a world for Yu He so that he could continue to spread his wings and fly.  Master Zhang, Master Guangyun, Master Fujin, Zen Master Wuyang, together with the masters from the Kyoto Sacrifice Pavilion, and even the old demon guard from the northwest, all showed up one after another to help Yu He clear the thorns in the road ahead and clear the way.  A layer of dark clouds revealed a ray of white light on the horizon.  Pairs of hands, together with Yu He, grasped the sword tightly.  Among them are the hands of the disciples of Lunjian Hall, the hands of senior brother Li Yi of Chunyang Hall, the hands of Du Banshan, and the small hands of Miss Qi Zhao.  More familiar figures gradually appeared, and the boy's future finally became brighter and brighter.  Looking at the wordless stone tablet overflowing with strange light, the green sword in Yu He's palm trembled slightly, as if expressing some kind of meaning, and thenThe light and shadow on the monument changed again.  Ning Qingling is sitting alone by the window, holding a green silk in one hand and holding a needle and thread in the other, embroidering a water lotus.  She rusted a few needles, but she seemed to be distracted. The needle accidentally pricked her fingertip, and the blood rolled down, leaving a dazzling red mark on the green silk satin shawl.  Miss Xiao Ning put down her needlework, walked out of the door, looked to the northwest from a distance, and sighed sadly.  Suddenly, her expression changed drastically, as if she noticed something strange, she flew away and smashed a stone door.  Behind the stone gate, Yu He's body was filled with black energy, his facial features were distorted, and his face showed a strange look. He was already possessed.  But Ning Qingling hugged Yu He's stiff body, and blocked Yu He's bloody mouth with her soft lips.  A ray of white misty light flowed out of Miss Xiao Ning's mouth and entered Yu He's Guanyuan inner cauldron. In an instant, Yin and Yang combined, water and fire blended, and the outer demon was shattered into pieces.  I only heard Miss Xiao Ning whispering: "Senior brother, Qing Ling does not ask for your pity, but you must not forget Qing Ling. If one day you treat me as a stranger, I will also turn into a demon to haunt you."  Forever!" "Ah?" Yu He suddenly exclaimed when he saw this.  He jumped up, and the green sword in his hand almost fell to the ground. He quickly closed his fingers and held the sword tightly.  The strange light on the wordless stone tablet dimmed and turned back into a huge blue-black rock with mottled cracks.  The ancient beast Bigui asked in a loud voice: "Do you regret it?" Yu He glared, as if he was afraid of answering too late, and shouted eagerly at Biyi: "I don't regret it!" The ancient beast Bigui was silent.  After a moment, he asked again: "What does it mean to regret but not to regret?" Yu He held the green sword across his chest and said word by word: "The destiny of immortality, the obsession in your chest, how can you trust others?"  If someone betrays me, I will do my best. How can I exist between heaven and earth if I betray this person? " "I hope you will not betray me." Bi Xi's voice sounded like thunder across the mountains.  go.  With a loud "ding" sound, the silver bell rolled down to Yu He's feet and was already broken into two halves.  "But seeing the body of the Bixi ancient beast and the wordless stone tablet, light burst out, and this huge giant suddenly turned into three magnificent rainbows, one green, one white, and one yellow, and penetrated through the air and penetrated Yu He's top door.  Yu He only felt that the gate of heaven opened in the sea of ????consciousness, and a magical and boundless hexagonal prayer platform came out of nowhere, like a bright moon hanging high in the sky.  The sutra platform is inlaid with seven treasures: purple gold, silver, colored glaze, crystal, clam, coral, and amber. It sheds clear light like a curtain, illuminating the vast sea of ??consciousness clouds.  Countless ancient spiritual characters condensed from the void, turning into shining mysterious texts.  A five-color Xing Guang Hui Sword pierced through the clouds, like a tired bird returning to its nest, flying around the hexagonal sutra platform endlessly.  A sword-dancing young man in white clothes comes with elegant sleeves and a sword.  He smiled at Yu Hezuo and said, "If you don't wake up, my little junior sister will shed all her tears."
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