Drunken Crane Immortal

Hua Zhaoshui found his master by the snow pool, Qingdu Shenjun, dressed in white, as silent as a thousand-year-old snow mountain, with the Linchuan piano in front of him.He seemed to have sensed Hua Zhaoshui's existence from afar, and without turning his head, he said, "Xigu, come."

Hua Zhaoshui quickly came back to his senses, walked quickly to his side, and called Master.

Sheng Jianwei didn't answer, just moved his fingers, and Hua Zhaoshui heard a clank, his eyes widened immediately, and he hurried over to see that one of the Linchuan strings that had been broken for a thousand years was restored to its original state.

The most important thing about this kind of magic weapon is the word fate. If the time is not good, it will be futile to search for it after a long journey.From this point of view, this Linchuan Qin must have met the fate destined for Sheng Jianwei.

Hua Zhaoshui stuttered a bit before saying in surprise: "Master! Qinxian... Qinxian is back!"

"Maybe it's because I entered the eight-star disk." Sheng Jianwei didn't have much emotional change, and beckoned him to sit down.

Hua Zhaoshui sat next to him, and looked at the violin curiously for a while. After all, the violin had been damaged for thousands of years. In these thousands of years, he was the first person to see the repair of Master's magic weapon!

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but feel elated, looked at Sheng Jianwei, and said with an inch: "Master, can I touch it?"

Seeing Sheng Jian nodding his head slightly, he carefully stretched out his hand and gently stroked the lost string.But as soon as he touched it, he withdrew his hand abruptly.

"what happened?"

Hua Zhaoshui looked at his hands, then at his piano, with a confused look on his face, and said, "I don't know, it feels very strange."

"What do you feel?"

"Hmm... I can't say it, I feel like my primordial spirit trembled along with the strings."

As he spoke, he blushed suddenly in shame. This piano was his master's magic weapon, and he could feel what was going on with his primordial spirit from here.Thinking of this, Hua Zhaoshui immediately lowered her head and remained silent.

Sure enough, Sheng Jian smiled slightly, and said clearly: "It's normal for my soul to shock you. After all, no one else has touched my piano. Why should you blush?"

Hua Zhaoshui felt even more embarrassed when her mind was punctured, and immediately began to change the subject, raised her face to show him the center of her eyebrows, and said, "Master, look, there is always a cloud of black mist here, and I can't drive it away .”

Sheng Jianwei squeezed a formula with his fingertips, and touched his eyebrows, and the vague feeling disappeared immediately.

Hua Zhaoshui squinted her eyes, and when her vision returned to clarity, she said with a smile, "It seems that I'm still not capable enough, and it will be fine once Master cures it."

Sheng Jianwei didn't look relaxed, he just looked at his qin thoughtfully, and said for a long time, "How many catastrophes do you still have to survive?"

"Five kalpas and eight sufferings, master, this is the first kalpa."

"There are still four kalpas," Qingdu seemed to be talking to himself, looked at him again, and said with a smile, "It seems that I will also go through the remaining four kalpas with you."

Hua Zhaoshui was puzzled, and said, "Master, do you need to improve your cultivation?"

Hua Zhaoshui entered the eight-star disk to enlighten Taoism. He was originally a wandering lonely soul. It was Qingdu Shenjun who used an orchid next to his throne to create a dharma body for him, so that he can be this carefree Qigu Xianjun.

But he has practiced for hundreds of years, but he still hasn't made much progress. If he didn't get rid of his master's immortal energy, he might not be as good as a mortal who has just attained the Tao.According to common sense, the first thing a practitioner should do is to let go of the world of mortals, and he has completely forgotten the past, since he has never been in the world of mortals, how can he talk about letting go.

Therefore, if he wants to enter the Dharma Gate of the Immortal Realm, he must enter the Eight Star Disk and return to the world to know what the eight sufferings of life are, so that he can truly understand the Tao.

But Qingdu Shenjun has long been a first-class God in the Four Brahma Heavens, why should he go to the human world to practice now?

Sheng Jianwei raised his finger and gently caressed the body of the piano, and did not answer his question, but said: "When you entered the eight-star plate, how did I tell you?"

Hua Zhaoshui thought about it for a while, and said: "Master said that people who practice the Tao seem to be refined, but the Tao comes from the world. Without the world of mortals, there is no Tao."

Sheng Jian nodded slightly, and said: "After a trip to the Baxing Pan, Linchuanqin has recovered somewhat. From this point of view, I have to go to the world to find my way."

Hua Zhaoshui hurriedly asked: "Will Master enter the eight-star disk with me?"

"Maybe." Sheng Jianwei looked at him and said, "In your first calamity, I still have a little clarity and can protect you, but I can't help you in the next few calamities." You're busy, you have to be careful."

Hua Zhaoshui responded, and asked again: "Master, when shall we go again?"

Sheng Jian looked at him slightly for a while, but didn't answer him directly, but said: "You just came back, first go to Yuanxu Xianweng to get a pill, go back and adjust your breathing, wait for Ning Jun to call you."

Hua Zhaoshui stood up, made a bow and said, "Master, then I will go."

As soon as he entered the cave of Yuanxu Xianweng, Hua Zhaoshui saw that the white-haired old fairy had asked the fairy boy to bring out the fairy fruit, smiling, as if he was waiting for him.

Hua Zhao bowed to the water and said, "Xian Weng."

Yuan Xu motioned him to sit down, and said, "Qi Gu, is this trip to the world fun?"

Hua Zhaoshui sneered at him, and said, "I don't know, it's quite painful to be a mortal."

"Crossing the catastrophe, crossing the catastrophe," the fairy boy came up to pour the wine, and the fairy picked up the wine glass, put it to his lips, and said, "How can it be smooth and comfortable?"

Hua Zhaoshui quickly stopped Xiantong from pouring the wine, and said, "Forget about the wine, my master won't allow it."

"Qingdu can also manage people?" Yuanxu stroked his long beard and smiled for a while, then said, "What's the matter with a little wine? You have eaten a lot of red wine in the world, and you still need this one from me?"

Hua Zhaoshui smiled shyly, and said, "I don't know, but Master said no, so I stopped eating, for fear that he would get angry."

"Strange and strange."

"What's strange?"

Yuan Xu had already finished one cup, put down his glass, and said with a smile: "Shenjun Qingdu, a well-known ruthless god, what are you talking about?"

"No way," Hua Zhaoshui said in amazement, "Why don't I think so?"

Yuanxu smiled without saying a word, asked Xiantong to give him the elixir, and said, "Xigu, have you found your own way through this trip to the world?"

Hua Zhaoshui curled her lips, and said sullenly: "I'm not very talented, so don't make fun of me, my master didn't find his way, how could I be so fast."

"Cultivation is all about chance. It has nothing to do with talent. Qingdu always does not follow the way of heaven. You may be better than your master."

Hua Zhaoshui took the elixir and thanked her, then lowered her head and ate a few fairy fruits, and said, "Actually, I don't understand why everyone has to find their own way. If they can't find it, what's the matter? How about it?"

Yuan Xu laughed again, and said: "Sure enough, he has no past and no past - don't you always feed the cranes on weekdays? Are you going to feed them today?"

When Hua Zhaoshui heard about feeding the crane, she immediately forgot all her doubts just now, and happily followed Xiao Xiantong to the back mountain.

After feeding the cranes, he returned to his own place to meditate and adjust his breath, and he didn't know how long it took before he regained his distracted thoughts. When he came out, he heard that Qingdu had entered the eight-star disk.

When he ran to question Ning Jun, he saw the scene in the eight star chart - his master was already seven or eight years old in the world, he seemed to be a rich man, he held a long sword in his hand, and he was agile , the tip of the sword generates wind.

Hua Zhaoshui stared at it for a while, then suddenly remembered what she was here for.As soon as he looked at Ning Jun, Ning Jun spoke first, and said, "It's the first time that Qingdu Shenjun went to the world to overcome his calamity. Everything is about him, understand?"

Hua Zhaoshui just wanted to say "Of course I know", but after thinking about it, she asked, "I entered the eight star chart and don't remember anything, why should he be the most important?"

Ning Jun snorted, smiled maliciously, and said, "I forgot—don't worry, I will help you when you remember."

Hua Zhaoshui felt that he must not have any good plans, but he was so focused on Master that he didn't care about it, so he asked, "When can I go? I'm so many years late, can I still meet him?"

"Yes, yes, yes," Ning Jun was drinking on one side, but now he stood up, shook his sleeves, and said, "I said yes, then I will."

Ning Jun suddenly put away his joking demeanor, and said, "Xigu, there is one more thing, you go to the human world to cross the catastrophe, and you have to suffer all the hardships in the world before you can truly cross the catastrophe. Do you know what catastrophe this time is?"

Hua Zhaoshui said: "I know that the first calamity is the birth, old age, sickness and death of ordinary people, and this calamity is the parting of love."

Ning Jun smiled at him, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "It's good to know, love and love in the world are the easiest to charm the mind, I'm afraid that if you go and lie down in the soft red dust of [-] people, you will lose your mind." I don't want to come back."

Hua Zhaoshui looked into the eight-star disk, absent-mindedly, and said, "Even if I want to stay there, my master doesn't agree--can I go now?"

Ning Jun shook his head helplessly, raised his hand and knocked on him, and said, "Don't cry if you're in a hurry if you get hurt later."

Before Hua Zhaoshui had time to reply, he was pushed into the eight star disk by him.

Hua Zhaoshui was spinning around for a moment, still thinking, love parting, who is Master going to love parting with.

Who will Qingdu Shenjun love?

The Geng Drum of Maoshi struck three times, and after a short while, the gates of the noble mansions in the east of Jinyun City opened, and several carriages entered the long street one after another, with traces of ruts printed on the thin layer of snow that fell in the morning——arrived It's time for the gentlemen to go to court and the sons to go to school.

A baby was crying from a dilapidated thatched hut in the west of the city. The midwife showed joy and hurriedly pulled a piece of cotton cloth to wrap the blood-stained baby for the woman lying on the bed to see.

"Aying, look at the child, it's crying so loudly, it looks like a blessed one."

The woman named Aying had a blue tweed cloth wrapped around her head, her face was bloodless, she looked at the child weakly, touched the child's face with her rough fingers, and said with a sob: "What a blessing, Parents are slaves raised by others, and he is also someone else's slave in this life."

Aying watched the child stop crying, and then smiled a little, and asked, "Has Hua Quan not come back yet?"

The mother-in-law sighed, and said: "No, I heard that the young master at home is making trouble again. The housekeeper has been explained by the master. Let me look at that one. Hua Quan has to follow. I guess I won't be able to come back for a while."

After finishing speaking, the mother-in-law looked at Aying's face, helped her to lie down, put the child beside her, and comforted her and said, "Don't worry, he must be thinking about you and the child—I'll make you some porridge first." .”

Aying nodded, looked sideways at the child's waving little hands, with a smile on her face, and hummed to him softly: "The moon is crooked, Zhou'er is crooked, a little doll, reaching the bend of mother's knee... "

#Volume [-] Love Parting