Nine Thoughts

Ling Wuqi still has some vague memories of what happened when he was a child.

Before he was three years old, he suffered from the loss of control of his internal energy. From time to time, he suffered severe pain all over his body due to the agitation of internal energy. He had to rely on Ling Qian or his grandfather who was still alive at that time to help him push the uterus to pass the blood, so that he could survive for more than a month.

Afterwards, Ling Wuqi opened the door and learned to read and write, and adjusted his breath according to the inner strength and mental method passed down from generation to generation by the Qingsong Sword Sect. Over time, this inner strength can be controlled.

When he was a child, Ling Wuqi only thought of himself as a genius, but now that he thinks about it, this is actually a bit strange.

It is said that cultivating inner strength is against the sky, and many people only get some inner strength in their whole life, but why is his inner strength so overbearing at a young age?This time he traveled from Jiusi county to Beijing to steal treasures. He raised his qi for three days and three nights, and he felt that the qi in his dantian seemed to be endless, as if he had cultivated for many years.

"No way, master, will the internal force still get out of control?" Yang Xiaoxiao asked.

"Huh?" Ling Wuqi came back to his senses and replied, "Normally not, the rest of the sect have practiced well."

"You can't be practicing wrongly, right? Don't teach me wrong too."

Probably because of sharing a secret with her master, Yang Xiaoxiao became a lot more courageous, and she didn't speak too loudly.

"I'm not the same as your adoptive father. I have never forgotten it since I was a child. How could I teach you wrong?" Ling Wuqi said, "You are so worried, let your master teach you."

"I dare not, Master looks so serious."

Yang Xiaoxiao stuck out her tongue and said, "Speaking of which, Master, there is a trick you teach that is really different from what Master practiced."

Ling Wuqi said: "Shadow-chasing style?" Yang Xiaoxiao said: "So you know."

Ling Wuqi smiled, took the wooden sword in Yang Xiaoxiao's hand, and practiced the shadow-chasing pose, but after finally raising the sword flat, he slightly raised the tip of the sword: "Is that so? Your guild will hold the tip of the sword Mention it, and then stop, it will take a moment of incense to be in a daze."

Yang Xiaoxiao said with a smile: "It's more than just a stick of incense. A few days ago, I saw that Master was stunned for an hour."

"It's probably because he's getting older and reacts slowly, and it takes more time to think about things."

Ling Wuqi withdrew his sword move and handed the wooden sword back to Yang Xiaoxiao, "What I taught you was right. The reason why your master behaved like this is probably because he remembered my mother."

Yang Xiaoxiao remained silent, opened her eyes wide and waited for Ling Wuqi to continue.

"Do you know why your master traveled under the name of Shensi? Shen is my mother's surname, and Shensi means missing his late wife Shen."

Ling Wuqi said.

"So that's how it is," Yang Xiaoxiao said, "Master's grandma must be a great beauty, right?" Ling Wuqi shook his head: "I don't know, I haven't seen her, and she died when I was born, but she should be pretty, after all I look like her."

Yang Xiaoxiao: "" Ling Wuqi said, "What expression do you have, do you have any objections?"

"No."

Yang Xiaoxiao said, "Then what does the shadow-chasing style have to do with grandma?"

"On the day they first met, my father was practicing swords in the woods. When he was practicing the shadow-chasing pose, a fruit suddenly fell from the tree. When he lifted the tip of the sword, he just stabbed at the fruit. When he raised his head again, the fruit fell from the tree. There was my mother sitting there, smiling at him."

Ling Wuqi smiled and said, "I only asked about this once when my father was drunk. He never mentioned anything about his mother on weekdays. You know that your master is a tough guy. I'm afraid that others will see him. It's also emotional."

Yang Xiaoxiao sighed: "In this way, Master is also a person who values ​​affection and righteousness, just like you, Master."

Ling Wuqi said: "Don't think that if you compliment me a few words, I will lower your requirements. Come on, squat down. Now you will teach you the sixth and seventh moves, so you can remember them."

Ling Wuqi taught his apprentice openly here, and he didn't shy away from other people in the next cell.

Luo Xiaohua saw that the sword move was exquisite, so she started to learn it from the side.

This made Zhao Dahu's eyes very hot, and he didn't dare to raise objections. After a long time, he couldn't help expressing his dissatisfaction tactfully: "Qingqing, come and sleep."

Luo Xiaohua was absorbed in watching, and said casually, "I'll sleep in a while."

Zhao Dahu said: "Hey, the one on the opposite side, tell your apprentice to go back quickly, we are going to do something that is not suitable for little girls."

Luo Xiaohua said angrily: "Can you stop saying such things in front of the children all the time!"

""Ling Wuqi saw that Yang Xiaoxiao was also tired, so he said, "Okay, I have learned these two tricks almost, remember to come back tomorrow morning."

"Okay, master, then I'm leaving."

After Yang Xiaoxiao packed her things, she left quickly.

Ling Wuqi sat back on the haystack, opened the blank book, and stared blankly for a long time while holding the pen.

It wasn't that the two people on the opposite side were really disturbing him by doing something that was not suitable for children, but that he found that when love came, even if there were thousands of words in his chest, he didn't know where to start.

He was thinking, maybe we should start writing from the first time we met. In that small pond where he didn’t know how many treasures were hidden. When he turned around and smiled slightly, the sparkling water on the lake seemed to be more and more sparkling, and it was unclear whether it was reflected from the dazzling sun or the light in his eyes.

As far as his mind was concerned, thousands of thoughts seemed to have a thread, and Ling Wuqi picked up the pen and began to write vigorously.

He wrote very quickly, but the handwriting was very neat; he wrote very detailed, but not too detailed, after all, reading the diary would probably be An Le's daily homework in the future, too much content would easily burden him, and a certain Some important things, such as one's own thoughts, are stuffed into the cracks of words after racking one's brains and beating around the bush.

Ling Wuqi was so focused on writing that he didn't even notice when Lan Xuan came. When he heard the sound and looked up, he saw the fake Taoist priest and real demon standing in front of him.

"Have a drink?" Lan Xuan shook the wine bottle in his hand.

"You're not staying with Mr. Tong, what are you doing here?" Ling Wuqi was startled, and quickly put down his pen, "Is there something wrong with Anle?"

"What's the matter, he's just like this."

Lan Xuan sat down in front of Ling Wuqi loudly, and threw him a bottle of wine, "I advise you to be cautious about your little policeman's illness. Human brains are like hands, feet, and feet. When something is gone, it is gone, for example, if your arm is cut off, do you still expect it to grow back? It’s not shrimp claws.”

Ling Wuqi pondered for a while, and said: "If it doesn't get better, there's nothing you can do about it, as long as it doesn't get worse."

"The Gu worms won't get worse if they don't wake up."

Lan Xuan said, "It's like your arms are long and straight, you won't just drop them, right?"

"" Ling Wuqi always felt that this metaphor sounded weird, but since Anle's situation can be stabilized, it is considered lucky after all.

After figuring this out, his attention returned to the diary again, and his attitude towards Lan Xuan became more perfunctory: "What are you doing here if you have nothing to do, and I don't know you well."

Lan Xuan said: "Didn't you Central Plains warriors say that you are friends after drinking together? Hey, stop writing and chat with me."

Ling Wuqi asked, "What can I talk to you about?"

"I want to hear your advice."

Lan Xuan said, "Do you think my character design this round is biased? He now chats with me about cases, poetry and books, and Taoism every day, but he doesn't talk about romance. Do you think he is sick? I am such a stunning beauty In front of him, he talked about Lao Zhuang with me? Does Lao Zhuang look as good as me?!" Ling Wuqi said absently, "That's naturally because Master Lan is a fairy-tale person who floats out of the world, but you can see it from a distance and not play with it. "

Lan Xuan said: "I just want him to tease me!"

"" Ling Wuqi was so annoyed, he raised his eyes to look at him, and said, "Don't you demon cultists know a lot of crooked ways? If you can't do poison, you can use Gu, and if you can't do it, you can do poison."

Lan Xuan said: "Why am I willing to wait for this, aphrodisiac!" Ling Wuqi was surprised: "Are you willing to give up the aphrodisiac?!"

"I'll just let myself eat it!" Lan Xuan stood up energetically, turned around and left, "He can't just leave him alone, hahahaha!" Only the monster's strange laughter grew louder and louder. The farther away, Ling Wuqi gently smoothed the goosebumps on his body, and once again concentrated on writing his diary.