Chapter 204: Qinhuai’s Warmth and Enlightenment in Longchang!

The chaotic winds above the ninth floor of the Lingnan mountain city finally subsided.

To the two masters, it was just a test of moves, but to others, it was a thrilling battle.

The Song family members have always been proud of Tiandao. This is the first time they have seen someone who can confront the clan leader head-on.

Back then, Song Que defeated the tyrant Yue Shan and became famous throughout the world. For decades afterwards, all the martial arts masters avoided the Lingnan area where he was in control.

Therefore,

Anyone who can escape from the Heavenly Sword and survive, such as Ren Shaoming of the Iron Cavalry Association, can carry this banner and become famous in the area.

Song Que didn't take these people seriously. He studied swordsmanship and proclaimed himself the King of Lingnan, which gave them the opportunity to rise up.

But I'm afraid it's hard for others to think of it.

After the battle, Song Que had completely different ideas from before.

Song Zhi and Song Lu were talking to Zhou Yi and asked him to go to the Modao Hall.

As the lord of a place, Song Que remained silent, only glancing at Zhou Yi from time to time.

While the Song family members behind him were dealing with the messy battlefield, Song Zhi glanced at his brother nervously.

My brother's emotional state is not right.

He was horrified. Could it be that he had been injured in the previous battle? Could the Heavenly Master's martial arts skills be so high?

If Zhou Yi hadn't been around, he would have asked long ago.

Song Lu led the way in front, passing several stream bridges and moon-shaped caves, and finally arrived at a rather elegant inner hall.

The knife-grinding hall is on the side of this inner hall.

This is no longer a secret place of the Song clan that ordinary guests can enter, because some of the arrangements around the inner hall involve clan secrets. For example, on the wall behind the screen on the right side of the entrance, there is a topographic and hydrological map of the Lingnan mountain city, and even the location of the granary is marked.

Now, it is displayed in front of Zhou Yi openly.

Song Lu held his long beard and introduced another topographic map of Lingnan to him.

Song Que walked out and wanted to return the sword to the sharpening hall.

Song Zhi finally waited for the opportunity, informed Zhou Yi, and quickly caught up with Song Que. When he got close, he hurriedly asked:

"Brother, are you injured?"

This is incomprehensible. When did I get injured?

The faint melancholy in Song Que's eyes deepened: "Why do you ask this?"

It seemed that he was not injured. Song Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he had overthought it.

Fortunately, the Taoist priest hasn't gone that far.

He smiled awkwardly and explained:

"The battle just now was beyond my comprehension. This Zhou Tianshi is truly worthy of his reputation and is more powerful than I imagined. Seeing that Big Brother was so deep in thought, I was undecided and a little worried."

Song Que laughed at himself: "I didn't expect that there would be times when I would make you worry."

Song Zhi asked as he walked towards the Grinding Hall:

"Brother, if you strike the ninth blow, are you sure you can defeat him?"

Song Que's expression was solemn: "I don't know."

"But a life-or-death blow, once it's struck, I can no longer control it. Furthermore, the feeling he gives me is very peculiar. Even if I strike, there's no guarantee of victory."

When Song Zhi heard this, his eyes widened.

"Are you being modest, brother?"

"After I perfected my swordsmanship and became one with the sword, I cultivated the sword for many years. However, the insights I gained from cultivating the sword in Lingnan during these years may not be as great as the brief moment of the battle just now. You see, I am silent because I am thinking about this."

Song Que's handsome face was filled with curiosity:

"He's not that old, how could he have achieved this level of martial arts in such a short time? It really baffles me."

"People like Ning Daoqi, Bi Xuan, and Fu Cailin have all honed their own paths through the vicissitudes of life over a long period of time. For example, I'm not badly talented, but at his age, I'm far behind."

Speaking of this, Lao Song felt a little frustrated.

Song Lao Er took a breath. Not bad? How can your talent be called not bad?

He is clearly a rare genius in the Central Plains martial arts world.

If you live long enough, you will see all kinds of absurd things.

There was actually a person named Tiandao who lamented that his talent was far inferior to his. Song Zhi was dizzy and before he knew it, Song Que had put the knife back to its place.

"Brother, what are you going to do?"

Song Que knew what he was asking:

"Don't worry. Just think about it. With such strength, the Heavenly Master wouldn't be afraid of our Song family. But he's willing to come here in person to discuss our past relationship, which shows his sincerity. It's only right that we support him."

Song Zhi hesitated for a moment: "I heard from my third brother about the conversations he had with the Heavenly Master along the way. I'm afraid the relationship between them isn't strong enough yet."

Although Song Que did not express support for either of the two factions within the clan.

But on the other hand, he asked Song Zhi to recruit soldiers, conduct various trainings and make preparations for battle.

On the other hand, it means that the time has not come and the troops should remain in place.

If Lingnan wants to send troops, it can do so at any time.

Song Que knew the situation outside very well.

He looked towards the north and said to Song Zhi, "If my prediction is correct, news about the war in Jiangnan will be delivered here soon, and we can then send troops."

"Speed ​​is the essence of war."

"Once we dispatch troops to coordinate, we can attack the three factions of Liang, Wu, and Chu from the north and south, and pacify the south as quickly as possible."

"The world will be decided by then."

Song Zhi nodded: "Okay, I'll arrange it later."

"Has Yuzhi come back?"

"No."

Speaking of this, the two leaders of the Song clan frowned.

Song Que's daughter went to look for her second brother Song Shidao, but Song Shidao fell in love with Fu Cailin's eldest disciple and fell in love with Fu Jun'er at first sight.

He hasn't come back for so long.

The son that I value most has turned into a bootlicker.

Although Old Song had the potential to become Fan Qinghui's bootlicker, he was able to cut it off with the Heavenly Sword, but Song Shidao did not have this ability.

"I'll send someone to bring them back."

"No need, I will go find them myself."

Um?

Song Zhi was quite surprised: "Brother, you are going to Lingnan in person? These two children are quite well-behaved. Just tell them to come back and send someone to pass on the message."

Song Que shook his head: "It's not entirely for them."

"I've lived in Lingnan for many years and haven't been able to keep up with the changes. Now the world is changing dramatically, and I want to go and see it for myself."

"I see."

Song Zhi couldn't help but laugh: "To make my elder brother think about leaving Lingnan is another achievement of the Heavenly Master."

After the two brothers chatted for a few more words, they went to the inner hall.

Nothing could be seen on Song Que's face, but Song Zhi's mood had changed greatly.

Zhou Yi had a keen sense and guessed that they must have discussed it.

After Song Que arrived, Song Lu stopped introducing the local customs and culture. Zhou Yi and Song Que seemed to have a tacit understanding. After chatting for a few words, they couldn't help but talk about the battle just now.

Song Lao Er and Song Lao San wanted to interrupt but couldn't, so they just listened in silence.

Yinxu Dijian, the two of them are also well-known figures in Lingnan, but the conversation between the two martial arts masters involves many difficult to understand areas of martial arts.

Even so, they gained a lot.

Especially Song Zhi, he didn't listen to anything his elder brother said, but only remembered every word Zhou Yi said in his heart.

For a swordsman, this may be his only chance in his life.

The conversation became more and more in-depth as the conversation became more and more interesting.

Zhou Yi looked at Song Que and asked the question he was most curious about: "I wonder what the interpretation of the ninth sword in the Heavenly Question is?"

Song Que said: "This will be the ultimate sword strike. Although it is extremely powerful, over the years, I have only grasped a hint of its direction and it is difficult to extend it further."

The more he talked, the more curious Zhou Yi became.

He was seen with a solemn expression, muttering to himself: "Bright and dark, what is the purpose of the time? Yin and Yang combine, what is the origin and what is the transformation?"

Song Que seemed to be immersed in it and suddenly fell silent.

Zhou Yi had not expected that the ninth sword of Tianwen would have such good fortune.

It is no wonder that Song Que did not leave Lingnan for many years and only kept his swords in the mountain city.

Even if a martial arts genius spends his entire life studying such martial arts secrets, he will most likely end up with regrets and will not be able to fully explore the true essence of martial arts.

All things are born from the combination of Yin and Yang. What is the origin and what is evolution?

The question in "Heavenly Questions" is really difficult to control with Song Que's sword.

"What advice does the Heavenly Master have?"

Seeing that he looked strange, Song Que asked decisively.

Zhou Yi hesitated for a moment, but still commented: "The span between the eighth and ninth strikes of the Valve Master is truly enormous, giving one the feeling of being on the verge of an insurmountable chasm."

"If you want to split the void with one sword, you must reach the limitless heaven."

"And the trinity of yin and yang is even higher than that of heaven and man. You must know that the unity of ultimate yin and ultimate yang can shatter the void. The trinity of man directly points to the unity of essence, energy and spirit. It is the unity of the three innate treasures, which is the ultimate trinity, from all things back to one."

Zhou Yi said leisurely:

"Ordinary Xiantian masters master Xiantian Zhenqi and combine it with Yuanshen. However, it is difficult to cultivate Yuanshen to the Xiantian level, so it is only considered a preliminary mastery of the three reverse two. Yuanshen, Yuanjing, and Yuanqi, all three must be cultivated to the Xiantian level before the three treasures can be unified."

Song Que is very talented and has an extremely firm determination in martial arts.

At this moment, he couldn't help showing a look of surprise.

Amidst the surprise, there was also a glimmer of enlightenment.

He only practiced swordsmanship and had never read the Four Great Books, so he was not familiar with the secrets of martial arts.

As soon as Zhou Yi said that, he knew that he had taken a big step today when asking Jiudao.

We seek both the infinite yin and yang and the great trinity.

This is something that no mortal can overcome.

To him, it seemed like a fantasy.

No wonder even after years of hard training, he couldn't master it and could only fight to the death without reservation.

Thinking carefully about Zhou Yi's words, the fog in my mind seemed to be peeled away.

I even thought that this is what I, Song Queque, really want.

He sighed secretly, and when he looked at Zhou Yi, his eyes were full of gratitude.

But a question arises:

"What realm was Sun En, whom my ancestors of the Song and Xie families faced together back then?"

"He is the ultimate yang."

Song Zhi finally found an opportunity to speak: "I wonder what methods such a person has?"

Zhou Yi said briefly: "Master the power of heaven and earth."

After hearing this, Song Zhi and Song Lu found it incredible, but also showed a look of longing.

Song Que pondered for a while, then asked Zhou Yi about the battle at Jingnian Zen Temple that shattered the void.

After Zhou Yi's detailed account, even Song Que found it difficult to remain calm.

Living in Lingnan for a long time, he has become a frog in a well.

Song Que's desire to leave the mountain city became stronger and stronger.

That evening, under the arrangement of Song Lu, the Lingnan Song clan held a grand welcome banquet.

Perhaps because they had witnessed the battle between the two during the day, the Song family members were even more enthusiastic in their awe.

Zhou Yi inquired about the whereabouts of the second young master and the third young lady, and only then learned that they were already in Chang'an.

At the banquet, Song Zhi, the representative of the pro-war faction of the Song family, took the initiative to ask Zhou Yi to participate in the war in Jiangnan.

He was sincere and said that he was mobilizing troops.

Zhou Yi had never brought this up, and the Song family took the initiative to speak up, which made everyone happy.

Even without the help of the Song clan, Xiao Xin and his men wouldn't be able to survive for long.

But their participation in the war will undoubtedly speed up the process of pacifying the world.

Zhou Yi's tone was more friendly. During the banquet, he toasted with several members of the Song family, and all the guests had a great time.

He had intended to leave after finishing his talk.

But the Song clan members were really enthusiastic, and the next day, the local expert Song Lu took him to visit Yulin County.

Zhou Yi saw many seaside products made of corals, giant clams, and pearls, as well as some rattan utensils and gold and silver jewelry.

He not only looked at it, but also spent money to buy it.

Some items are very Lingnan style and girls might like them.

Considering that everyone has different preferences, Zhou Yi bought a lot. Song Lu just smiled and said nothing, and just asked someone to escort him.

I stayed in the Lingnan mountain city for another two days, mainly exchanging martial arts experiences with Tiandao.

They each gained something.

When Zhou Yi said goodbye, Song Que accompanied him all the way from Yulin to Cangwu.

This news spread quickly throughout Lingnan, shocking many people.

Even if Ning Sanren came to visit, Song Que would at most send him to the gate of the mountain city, let alone the Cangwu County City.

Tian Dao is the man who has the final say in Lingnan.

By doing this, he let the whole of Lingnan see his attitude.

Even the Li and Liao peoples who were isolated from the news understood how important the word "Tianshi" was.

"Brother, you really have good intentions."

On the city wall of Cangwu County, Song Zhi looked at the white shadow going away and felt emotional.

Song Lu on the side also kept nodding.

Song Que smiled and said, "First, it's the connection between us. Second, I value and appreciate him. Third, it's a matter of assessing the situation."

Song Lu also quite agreed: "The Heavenly Master has such astonishing talent, it's not surprising that my elder brother is optimistic about him."

Song Que responded and said, "The war has begun. This time, we will act together."

Song Lu and Song Zhi were no longer surprised.

My elder brother sent the Heavenly Master to Cangwu, which caused a great uproar. It is not surprising that he personally participated in the war.

On his way back, Zhou Yi passed by Shen Faxing's territory again.

He passed through the city, asking for news along the way, and had already heard rumors that Jiangdu openly supported him. Compared with when he came, Shen Faxing's defense was shrinking.

The Jiangdu army was originally the envisioned support for the Anti-Zhou Alliance. The news from the Linjiang Palace was a head-on blow to Shen Faxing.

He now no longer even had the intention to counterattack Wujun and retake Taihu Lake.

Emperor Xiao Xin of Liang was also in trouble.

He hoped to get in touch with the Song clan in Lingnan, but this retreat route was cut off.

On the day Zhou Yi returned to Jiankang, it was already the beginning of the Lesser Cold and the air was a bit chilly. Li Jing was leading his army to attack Xuancheng, and Xu Shiji was fighting in Jiangxia again.

In the Jiankang City camp, only Xu Xingzhi was in charge, dealing with the war situation reports from all over the north and south.

The military camp was extremely busy, with people constantly running in and out.

As soon as he saw his lord coming back, Xu Xingzhi first reported the recent situation with a happy face.

Then he asked about the Song clan in Lingnan.

Upon learning that Song Que had already sent troops, Xu Xingzhi shouted "Great!"

"Xiao Xian, Lin Shihong, and Shen Faxing may be dead trees and rotten bones in a grave, but they command a considerable force. Even if we can win, it will take us quite a while."

"Now that the Song clan is moving from south to north, this process will be greatly accelerated."

"My lord, you have many soldiers and generals under your command. We can attack from both the east and the west, fighting on two fronts. We can also ambush an army on the north side of the river and force all these people to the riverbank, leaving them with nowhere to escape!"

Xu Xingzhi estimated:

"I'm certain that once this momentum builds, a large number of cities within these three clans will immediately surrender. Perhaps by the beginning of the year, we'll have a result. This also aligns with the lord's wishes, minimizing the impact of this war on civilians."

Zhou Yi nodded and asked with a smile, "Do you need me to help?"

"Except Lin Shihong, no one is worthy of the Lord's action."

"However, I heard that this person has been in seclusion."

After Xu Xingzhi finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed, and he patted his thigh and said:

"There is one matter that requires the intervention of the Lord."

Seeing that he was a little agitated, Zhou Yi thought that the situation must be very difficult, so he asked:

"Where did this expert come from?"

He took a step forward and whispered a few words.

Zhou Yi was surprised and delighted: "Really?"

Xu Xingzhi smiled bitterly and said, "How dare I tell a lie?"

Zhou Yi smiled and patted his shoulder, then stepped out.

…

The cold north wind came from the north and went straight into the south.

On the Qinhuai River, the water was as stagnant as black jade, reflecting the pale sky. The weeping willows along the bank had lost their green, their withered branches covered in icicles, which trembled gently in the wind, making subtle, clear sounds.

Listening to the unique melody of this severe winter, Zhou Yi came to the Qinhuai River.

There are row houses on the shore, and the location is excellent.

You can always enjoy the scenery of Qinhuai River and see the buildings, boats and lanterns, which have both the magnificent scenery of the south and the atmosphere of human life.

There is a garden here with water and rocks complementing each other. It was managed by Chen Ling, the garrison commander of Danyang at that time. It originally belonged to Guangshen.

Danyang Palace was not built, but these gardens remained.

After all, it was a royal legacy, and no one dared to use it, so it could only belong to Zhou Yi.

After passing the pier and walking hundreds of steps along the river, we finally arrived.

Far away.

He felt a pair of eyes falling on him.

It was a four-story attic with carved beams and painted buildings, from which one could overlook the Qinhuai River.

When Zhou Yi saw the beauty standing next to him upstairs, he quickened his pace and jumped up.

As soon as he saw him coming, the man immediately looked away.

Zhou Yi leaned over to look at her, and she turned her head away several times.

In short, just ignore him.

The blue shirt and the black hair draped over her shoulders fluttered in the wind, and her long eyelashes fluttered, but it did not interfere with the pair of bright eyes below. She was always detached from the world, calm and unperturbed. Her pretty face had no expression, and the only thing she did was a slightly raised corner of her mouth, which she restrained very well.

Therefore, it is difficult to see her emotions.

"Qingxuan."

"Qingxuan."

Zhou Yi smiled and called out twice, and she finally spoke:

"Whose son are you? You are so reckless. We are not familiar with each other. Why are you calling me?"

As Shi Qingxuan spoke, her eyes flickered over and her pearly teeth gently bit her bright red lips.

Zhou Yi sat down next to her, and this time, she didn't avoid him.

He pushed further and took a small hand: "I was planning to go to Bashu to find you as soon as this matter in Jiangnan was over."

"You're probably lying if you just open your mouth."

"No, I didn't lie to you."

Shi Qingxuan didn't give him a chance to continue. "I haven't seen a man named Zhou Yi in a long time. He's actually not that good, not worth remembering. I've forgotten him a long time ago."

When she mentioned the word "forgot", her eyes sparkled brightly and she glanced at him sideways, looking very smart.

Zhou Yi didn't say anything. He turned her little hand over and placed something he was carrying in her hand.

Shi Qingxuan's eyes lit up slightly.

It turned out to be an exquisite bamboo flute. She took it and looked at it carefully:

"Your military advisor revealed it, and then you just bought it in Jiankang City, right?"

Zhou Yi turned serious and repeated the words of the old musician in Yulin Street Market:

"The production of Lingnan bamboo flutes is extremely particular about the bamboo material. First, the bamboo material must be of moderate thickness to avoid a muffled or floating sound. Local bamboo with fine grain is often used as the first choice. The bamboo is then shaved to obtain bamboo with dense tendons and good texture. As a result, the high notes of the Nanxiao are vigorous and powerful, while the low notes are sad and rich."

"This flute is not easy to come by."

"It was only after my battle with Lingnan Tiandao that I was recognized by the Song clan. That's when I asked Song Lu to take me to Yulin to buy it from an old friend of his."

"I've been carrying it with me all the way. I was just about to give it to you when I got to Bashu."

"Qingxuan, if you don't believe me, go and take a look in the city's streets. There's definitely nothing like it. Besides, I just returned to Jiankang. When I heard your news, I was so surprised that I didn't even have time to drink a sip of water before rushing here."

Zhou Yi sighed softly, "I never expected Qingxuan to forget me. This is the greatest sorrow in life. I'll just jump into the Qinhuai River."

The girl couldn't bear it any longer, so she hit him lightly with her hand and laughed.

"You've made up another beautiful story. It's much better than those storytellers. But I like this flute."

She gestured at the length of the flute.

"Well, it's just the right length to hit you on the head, you ungrateful person."

Shi Qingxuan held the flute above his head, then put it away with a smile. She couldn't bear to do that.

She raised her eyebrows slightly: "Does anyone else have this?"

"No, just you."

“Who would believe you?”

She said she didn't believe it, but there was a smile between her eyebrows and her eyes. The aura of not wanting to eat fireworks just now disappeared in an instant.

Zhou Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

"Qingxuan, why did you suddenly come to Jiangnan?"

She played with the bamboo flute, looked up at him, and said casually: "Take your time to think about it. Anyway, it's right that I'm not thinking about you."

After that, she tried a few notes.

Then he played the song "Jiangdu Palace Moon".

For a music master like her, melody is the best way to convey her mood.

While Shi Qingxuan was playing, she would occasionally meet his eyes.

She had just started playing this Lingnan flute, and it seemed she didn't have a good grasp of it, so she blew a cheerful tune while playing the Jiangdu Palace Moon.

It was afternoon, Shi Qingxuan looked at the sky and suddenly put down the bamboo flute.

Thinking of what Zhou Yi had just said, he asked:

"You just returned to Jiankang. Have you had lunch yet?"

"No."

"Let's go," Shi Qingxuan said with a smile, pulling his hand. "I'll treat you."

"This isn't Bashu, this is Jiankang. I should treat you."

"No, I want you to owe me."

Zhou Yi had no choice but to go along with her wishes. Shi Qingxuan had been here for many days and she was familiar with some of the restaurants and shops along the Qinhuai River.

Because when I was in Bashu, I saw Zhou Yi liked to eat Jinjiang fish.

So I took him to a riverside restaurant that specialized in sea bass.

Zhou Yi spent more time in Jiangnan than Shi Qingxuan, but he didn't spend much time strolling along the Qinhuai River.

So, seeing the sea bass sashimi was quite fresh to him.

Suddenly I remembered a line of poetry: This trip is not for the sake of catching sea bass and carp, but because I love the famous mountains in Shanzhong.

The wine that goes well with it is naturally Jinlingchun. As the saying goes, there are three thousand guests in the hall wearing pearl shoes, and a hundred hu of Jinlingchun in the jar.

These are all what Li Bai likes.

This time he tasted it and it was indeed delicious, especially when he came back from Lingnan all the way and suddenly sat down by the Qinhuai River. The comfort brought by Qingxuan made him feel that the sea bass tasted even better.

Shi Qingxuan asked about Lingnan.

Zhou Yi told her while eating.

The girl sat opposite him at first because she had eaten.

After a while, she sat beside him, holding the small celadon wine jar covered with a small red cloth in her hands, and added wine to his glass from time to time.

Watch him eat and listen to him talk.

It seemed that she really enjoyed being with him like this, and she no longer pretended to be angry as before.

Zhou Yi was halfway through his words when he suddenly held her hand: "Qingxuan, don't leave this time."

Shi Qingxuan stuffed the chopsticks back into his hand:

"What are you thinking about? Of course I have to return to Bashu."

"I just heard about what's going on in Dongdu and Jiangnan. I know you have to travel back and forth between the two places. If you come to find me, you have to cross the Bashan Mountains. I don't want to delay you from doing your business, so I came to see you. Once the war is over, you won't have any excuses."

"If you hadn't come looking for me then, I would have practiced the swordsmanship of Cihang Jingzhai and refined you."

She gave Zhou Yi a fierce look, but a smile appeared on her lips.

Zhou Yi saw that her skills had improved.

"There's nothing much to learn about Dini Kung Fu. I'll teach you and guarantee you eternal youth."

"Oh~~ You don't like it anymore when you get older, right?"

"Of course not."

"What is that?"

"I won't allow time to take you away from me."

Shi Qingxuan's pretty face was filled with a sweet smile. She hummed and said, "I hate you so much. You're the only one who speaks so nicely."

Of course she didn't refuse. She took his cup and added more wine to it. She didn't say anything about refining him. She asked him to continue eating and finish telling the story of Lingnan.

Zhou Yi talked for a long time, starting from Lingnan and then moving on to Dongdu.

For example, the story of the nine-headed monster.

Shi Qingxuan paid the bill, and when the two of them left the restaurant together, the story was not yet finished.

Zhou Yi stopped talking and looked towards the Qinhuai River.

There was an old man in his sixties staring at him. He was wearing thick clothes, and his hair was combed meticulously and wrapped tightly with a black turban.

How could the old man forget Zhou Yi, the person who left such a deep impression on him?

"Know him?"

"yes."

Zhou Yi responded softly, and the two of them jumped onto the deck of the riverboat.

"Master, are you all right?"

Zhou Yi, just like before, bowed slightly and greeted with a smile.

There was a flash of surprise in Master Bai's eyes. He didn't expect Zhou Yi to board the ship, and he didn't expect him to have such an attitude.

For a moment, I didn't know what to call him.

Then, just like before, he bowed and said, "Young man, long time no see. I am well."

It was difficult to find Shilong in Jiangdu at the beginning. It was only with the help of Shilong's friends Master Bai and Tian Wen that we were able to find his residence.

Goodbye now

This old man looks a bit older.

Zhou Yi saw that there was a doctor carrying a medicine box beside Master Bai, and couldn't help but ask:

"The Master came here to seek medical advice."

"yes."

He continued:

"The last time Tian Wen was helping Shi Long with his temple, he started sweating and took off his clothes. As a result, he caught a lot of cold wind and became ill. Several doctors in Jiangdu saw him but couldn't see any improvement, so they asked Dr. Zhang, who specializes in this type of illness."

"I see."

Zhou Yi was also planning to go to Jiangdu. When he heard about this, he said, "I'll go with you to take a look."

ah?

Mr. Bai was surprised.

Zhou Yi assumed that he knew his identity: "Tian Wen and I are friends, let's go see what's going on."

The old doctor stroked his white beard and looked at Zhou Yi from time to time.

Mr. Bai was a little dazed and bowed again.

They followed the Qinhuai River into the main channel of the Yangtze River, went east to Yangzijin, and arrived in Jiangdu with smooth sailing.

After entering the city, he called a carriage and went straight to Tian Wen's house.

Along the way, Zhou Yi and Master Bai talked about the Three Dragons of Yangzhou.

He was very familiar with these three people and had heard rumors about them.

But it is far less detailed than what Zhou Yi said.

When he arrived at Tian Wen's house, Zhou Yi planned to reminisce about the past, but the old scholar closed his eyes and his forehead was burning.

He immediately used his true Qi to check Tian Wen's pulse before Doctor Zhang could.

Fortunately, it’s not a serious illness.

After he was treated with the Changsheng Zhenqi, he was treated by Doctor Zhang and recovered in a few days.

However, it is not appropriate to talk to Tian Wen for the time being.

After chatting with Master Bai for a few words, he left amid the thanks of Tian Wen's family.

Not long after Zhou Yi left, the entire Tian family was shocked when the old doctor asked a curious question.

"Brother Bai, was that the Heavenly Master?"

Master Bai nodded: "Yes."

Tian Wen's son, Tian Jinnian, was horrified. He was quite tall, so he hunched his neck, lowering himself half a head, and shuddered, "Uncle Bai, you're saying, the person who gave my father his energy is a Heavenly Master?! The one listed in the Linjiang Palace list!"

"It's him."

The Tian family didn’t know what to say, and they couldn’t have imagined that Tian Wen actually knew such a person!

I've never heard him say that before.

"Then can my father be saved?"

Doctor Zhang coughed and said, "It was uncertain if he would survive after such a long delay. When I arrived, I took one look at Mr. Tian and knew he was seriously ill and there was no hope of recovery. But now, with a few doses of medicine, he will be back on track."

He exclaimed in amazement: "I heard that the Heavenly Master can reverse yin and yang, it's true."

The Tian family mansion is not only restless at this moment, but it will be difficult to forget what happened today for a long time to come.

Zhou Yi left the Tian family and originally planned to find Dugu Sheng to learn about the specific situation in Jiangdu, but suddenly changed his mind.

He walked along the busy street for a long time in silence.

"Are you worried about something?"

"No, it's just that I saw a few old friends and suddenly realized that the traces of time passing were more obvious on them."

"Of course, that's the case for most people. People like you are just a drop of water in a huge lake."

Shi Qingxuan glanced at him and asked, "Could this feeling also connect you to martial arts?"

Zhou Yi nodded.

Seeing this, the girl suddenly realized: "I finally understand why you can achieve such success."

"Oh, why?"

Shi Qingxuan wanted to praise him, but suddenly changed her mind and smiled: "Because you like to daydream."

Just then, Zhou Yi stopped.

They happened to arrive at the gate of the now-closed Shilong Dojo. This place was once very popular and was the number one dojo for practicing martial arts in Yangzhou.

The wind moves silently.

Zhou Yi brought Shi Qingxuan all the way to the deepest part of the dojo.

Because Tian Wen and others often come here to take care of it, there are not many dead leaves and no weeds, so it does not look like an abandoned place.

In the spacious courtyard, there is a deep well.

A little further inside is a tea room.

Zhou Yi had drunk the "immortal brew" prepared by Shilong and passed down from the Guangling tea master.

The layout of this tea room looks very Shilong-like at first glance.

I found a clean cushion, faced the sky, and sat cross-legged.

Zhou Yi did not rush to practice his skills, but instead talked with Shi Qingxuan about the "He Shi Bi" and the star illusions created by the cosmic energy in it.

In the process of cultivating his primordial spirit, Zhou Yi's swordsmanship has changed.

At this time, Shi Qingxuan was a good listener. Regardless of whether she understood or not, she would not interrupt Zhou Yi's rhythm out of curiosity, allowing him to continue speaking.

The Wisdom Sutra of the Great Ming Zunjiao explains the principles of reality and illusion.

The title of "the source of all things" is achieved by relying on the substantial spirit to simulate all kinds of thoughts and ideas, thereby transforming all things and making the virtual real. This is a great test of a person's wisdom, that is, the cultivation of the primordial spirit.

Zhou Yi had not read the last three pages of the Secret of the Secret of the Book of Wisdom, but he still understood the principle of reality and illusion.

He already had a clear path.

The appearance of the He Shi Bi and the huge and shocking illusion accelerated this process.

The Wind God Wuying can transform into the wind among the stars, and the Lihuo Sword Gang is like a meteor. They are all part of the myriad laws.

To make the virtual real, what is needed is a more real feeling in the soul.

Zhou Yi felt that something was missing in his perception of the huge illusion.

That's the passage of time.

This may be the biggest flaw in the star illusion.

Talking

He entered into a deeper level of spiritual cultivation.

Shi Qingxuan noticed that Zhou Yi closed his eyes, so she stared at his face for a long time. She really wanted to ruffle his hair that was messed up by the west wind, but she was afraid of disturbing him, so she had to wait aside.

Fortunately, she had a bamboo flute.

Without Zhou Yi staring at her, Shi Qingxuan's eyes showed more fondness.

She had always liked this kind of musical instrument, and what's more, he had taken the trouble to bring it back from Lingnan.

Zhou Yi was immersed in meditation. At some point, he closed his eyes, but he could feel the scene in front of him becoming brighter and brighter.

The ancestral orifice between the eyebrows that seemed to be unable to be filled suddenly became complete, completing the release of qi and achieving the mysterious dual cultivation of sex and life!

On the basis of the innate, a process of "returning from the acquired to the innate" was carried out. The Xuanzhen Qi, the Changsheng Qi, and the Daoxin Demon Qi all flowed into the ancestral orifice from the positive and extraordinary meridians in an instant. The three kinds of Qi merged into one in the ancestral orifice.

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(End of this chapter)