My brother is a sword

The Jinglun Pavilion of the Zhennanshan School is terrifyingly quiet, and there are very few people. After all, there are very few people who love to read books among the group of people who love to wield knives and guns. There may be a few people looking for swordsmanship on the first, second and third floors. Outer disciples, no one can be seen above the fourth floor, because this is a place for some miscellaneous notes and essays, and many places are covered with cobwebs.

As Bu Cheng expected, a refined uncle was rummaging through a pile of old books. The dust in the books was flying everywhere, and it seemed that he had been rummaging for a long time.

"Master, why do you have time to come here late at night to look through these idle books?" Bu Cheng waved the dust floating in the air with his hand.

"Ah, Bucheng, do you still remember... where is the booklet that was engraved from Huishan Temple before? It is the book that Master Zhengjue explained about the mind and nature of Buddhism. I remember it was in the essays at the time, but why can't I find it?" Xin Xiangnan touched his prickly chin and said.

"Maybe it was lost. The Jinglun Pavilion was overhauled a few years ago, and some books were disposed of."

"Dispose of it? Who did it? Such a precious book was disposed of, a group of muscular guys, and no one read the book on the entire floor." Xin Xiangnan complained with his hands on the table, "At that time It took a lot of spirit stones to build this Jinglun Pavilion."

"Master, you said at the time that it is enough for a sword cultivator to have a sword." Bu Cheng kindly reminded Xin Xiangnan.

Xin Xiangnan coughed a few times in embarrassment, and waved his hand again, "This dust is so big, I will let them clean it up later, and let outsiders see it, as if we don't like reading, by the way, fourth son, come here at night What is this for?"

"Check something, I'm going to the fifth floor, I just happened to pass by."

Xin Xiangnan was stunned, then nodded, "Go to the fifth floor, the sword section, are you going to forge Wei Min's alchemy sword?"

Bu Cheng nodded, and changed the topic: "The master needs to know something, I have read that "A Brief Talk on Buddha Nature"."

"Ah, why did I forget? You have a photographic memory." Xin Xiangnan spared his head, "Actually, it's nothing, isn't it your disciple's ease of mind? I want to understand."

"Freedom means freedom of mind and freedom of mind. Freedom of body means that there is no obstacle for our body to advance and retreat, and freedom of mind means freedom from troubles. Freedom of body means that if we can cultivate supernatural powers, we can change..." Bu Cheng has no emotion Come here.

"Hey, it's either this, or is there anything in cultivation..."

"Cultivation is as simple as eating and drinking water. There are no demons and no obstacles. When the time comes, you can become a real fairy."

"Really!" Xin Xiangnan patted the table, "This day is really bullying!"

"Of course it's fake." Bucheng looked at Xin Xiangnan with a little surprise in his eyes, probably because he didn't expect Xin Xiangnan to believe such words.

"Did not you say…"

"It's not what I said, but what is said in the book. You know, the content of this kind of book will always be deified, otherwise no one will read it."

"Then what is the function of this freedom?" Xin Xiangnan was completely confused.

"Probably just practice faster and break through easier."

Xin Xiangnan knocked on the table again, "That's very irritating too. It seems that you Qingyuan Mountain will shine again tomorrow."

Bu Cheng was noncommittal.

The two chatted for a while, sent away the somewhat angry head, and Bucheng walked to the fifth floor alone. In fact, he also read a lot of books here. After all, he is different from ordinary sword cultivators. Very interesting and can kill a lot of time.

"Sure enough, there's nothing there, it seems that it's still up there." Bu Cheng said to himself.

The sixth floor of Jinglun Pavilion is not open to the public. There are some ancient books from the previous year. It is said that there are still some unique books that are not passed on to the outside world, and no one guards them. Unfortunately, there is the seal of the ancestors. The Zhennan Mountain School is the highest. Just crossing the catastrophe period, no one can get in.

"I've wanted to try this stacked lock array for a long time. Guxi has hidden a lot of skills, and I haven't seen it for a long time." Feeling the complicated lines on the bronze door, the uneven touch has been brought back to a longer time, desperate The ground murmured as if it sounded in his ear:

"Let me out, take me away."

"Who will take me away."

"Please, whoever, let me out."

Behind this giant gate, he will always be alone. Facing thousands of spell formations, he can only choose to immerse himself in them. Conversation with the magic formula is his only way to relieve, the noise and joy outside the giant gate has nothing to do with him, and it will continue like this until he is immersed to death.

It turns out that I still remember such a distant thing so clearly, I thought I could forget it, probably that kind of loneliness will never be forgotten.

Wei Min opened his eyes at dawn, probably because of yesterday's guilt, he did not meditate very peacefully last night, and ended early today.Meditation is Wei Min's most hated way of practice. He would rather practice sword all day than sit on a futon all night. This situation is just the opposite for most practitioners.Wei Min's explanation to himself is that meditating at night is too boring, and a person is quiet, as if he doesn't really exist. He once told Bucheng about this situation, but maybe because he is too young, Bucheng Thinking that he wanted to sleep with her, she ruthlessly drove him out. Since then, no one has mentioned it to anyone else.

Wei Min opened the door, but encountered an obstacle halfway through, and when he came out, he saw Jiu'er standing behind the door.

"Why did you wake up so early and didn't come in at the door? What can I do to ask my brother?" After touching Jiu'er's arm, it was very cold, so he picked up Jiu'er, took him back to his room, and put it on his bed. On the bed, I found another quilt to wrap my cold and thin body.

Jiu'er shook his head.Nothing happened to him.

"It's almost late autumn, and it's very cold in the morning. Why did you run out without even wearing shoes? You haven't practiced yet, so what should you do if you're sick?" Wei Min felt like an old woman, babbling non-stop.

"Swords don't get sick."

"What kind of sword is not a sword? You are a child who doesn't even have a dantian." Wei Min frowned, he was very resistant to Jiu'er's attitude of using himself as a prop.

"How long have you been waiting, next time you come to me, just come in."

"Is it okay and won't it crowd you?" Jiu'er raised her head, her eyes gleaming brightly.

"Why is it crowded?"

"You said it was too crowded, so you didn't stay." Jiu'er whispered.

"You! Why do you want to sleep with senior brother? You are only twelve years old." Wei Min completely ignored that twelve is already an adult in ordinary people's homes.

"I think." Jiu'er nodded cooperatively.

"That's fine, you can come to sleep in my room tomorrow." Wei Min readily agreed, so that he might feel better in meditation.

Wei Min spread the quilt, "Do you want to sleep again? There is still a while before the spiritual ceremony."

Jiu'er yawned again cooperatively. Standing outside all night, it's normal to be sleepy, "Don't sleep."

"I can't keep my eyes open, and I'm still not asleep." Through the quilt, Wei Min slowly patted Jiu'er.

"Sleep, brother will disappear."

Wei Min was stunned, losing his master had a deeper impact on Jiu'er than he imagined, his eyes darkened, his big hand held his small hand, and said softly, "Senior brother, I won't miss you here."

A pair of eyes still refused to close, although the upper and lower eyelids were fighting.

"Go to sleep, you are holding hands." The gentle voice sounded like a lullaby, and after a while, Wang Jiu'er completely closed his eyes.

Time passed slowly with steady breathing, and after half an hour, the sky was already bright, and it was time to practice swords.

"Can't draw it? You're not very old, but your hands are strong." There was a hint of a smile in his murmur.

At this moment, there are already many people practicing martial arts at the foot of Qingyuan Mountain.

It is not uncommon to see so many people in the martial arts training ground at this point. If Xin Xiangnan was here, he might burst into tears and say, "The disciples of the Zhennan Mountain Sect have finally made progress." Of course, these young disciples came so early It's not that they came to practice swords, they each have their own purposes.

"It's all over, why isn't Senior Brother Wei Min coming?" A female cultivator complained impatiently.

"Indeed, Senior Brother Wei Min must have come to practice swords at this point."

"Wait a little longer, brother Wei Min has been practicing swords in the mountains for more than ten years, rain or shine." An older senior sister said seasonedly.

After saying this, everyone waited quietly as if they had taken a reassurance.

"Hey, this Wei Min isn't too bad, he doesn't have a sword bone, and he's just getting lazy now." The sun shone brightly and couldn't hide his embarrassing appearance, and everyone was surprised that an unknown disciple dared to call out like that The name of the senior brother is taboo, and it is not surprising to look back, it is Gu Chenyu who came.

A female cultivator muttered, "You said Senior Brother Gu is a good person, but why are there people like this following behind him?"

"That's right, didn't you say 'Birds of a feather flock together, and people form groups'?"

"Hey, who knows?"

As if hearing the whispers here, Gu Chenyu looked over, the unknown disciple raised his fist as if to warn, the female cultivators were a little flustered and flinched.

Seeing Gu Chenyu walking over, his brows stretched out, and his tone was polite, "Junior Sisters, may I ask if you have seen Wei Min, I wanted to discuss with him today, but I didn't find him, I wonder how many of you may have seen him." Qing Juan's face instantly dazzled the female cultivators.

"No, no, we didn't see Senior Brother Wei Min either."

"Yeah, yeah, we've been waiting a long time."

His eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if he was in danger, "Really? What a coincidence, I wanted to try the seventh floor of Zhennan Sword with Wei Min, but it's another day." Gu Chenyu and several nuns Say goodbye and leave.

Seeing Gu Chenyu walk away, there was another discussion.

"Did you hear that? Brother Gu has already reached the seventh floor?"

"Oh my god, this qualification is really against the sky!"

"Do you think Senior Brother Gu and Senior Brother Wei Min will win in the duel?"

"It should be. It's already the seventh floor. Brother Wei Min seems to be still on the sixth floor?"

The topics of the female cultivators all changed, and they began to praise Gu Shixiong's amazing comprehension and extraordinary aptitude. They laughed and teased each other whether Gu Shixiong would fall in love with any of them, and today he took the initiative to talk to them, and fantasized together again The happiness of being a Taoist couple with such a proud son of heaven.

Where they didn't pay attention, the unknown monk shook his body. He saw Gu Chenyu next to him showing a weird smile, like a child's secret joy of stealing a favorite toy. It matched him, which made people shudder.

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