From the headmaster of Quanzhen, he began to traverse the heavens

Chapter 63 The Way of Heaven
Guo Jing and Huang Rong saw Senior Mu closed their eyes and pondered for a long time after listening to the Sanskrit General Outline, and suddenly their faces beamed with joy, knowing that most of the seniors knew Sanskrit.

Guo Jing didn't react, but Huang Rong had an idea, thinking about how to put the general outline that Senior Mu knew about for Brother Jing to practice.

Just as Huang Rong was thinking about it, Lin Qingxuan couldn't wait to stand up, pointed at the three pieces of watermelon on the table, and said, "Don't leave after you finish eating the watermelon, wait here for Torre and the others, Quanzhen Seventh Son, Huang Yaoshi, etc. When someone came, Huang Yaoshi thought you were dead, and angered Guo Jing and the six monsters in the south of the Yangtze River.

After Lin Qingxuan finished speaking, Guo Jing still wanted to ask stupidly. Huang Rong Bingxue was smart enough to understand that she was very happy when she saw this senior Mu in the secret room to abolish Yang Kang's martial arts. She knew that Senior Mu was compassionate in her heart, but she acted swiftly. It is neat, and there is no woman's benevolence to hinder it. I admire it very much in my heart and hurriedly agree.

Lin Qingxuan guessed that Guo Jing's training this time not only healed his internal injuries, but also made a lot of improvement in his skills by joining hands with Huang Rong. Together, the two of them were among the top five in martial arts.

There are two people here, not only can all the conspiracy and lies be revealed, but the Quanzhen Seventh Son, Mei Chaofeng, Huang Yaoshi, and Ouyang Feng can also avoid the war. Naturally, everything is enough to reassure him.

Lin Qingxuan came this time to change the tragedy of saving the six monsters in Jiangnan and Tan Chuduan, and to change the original Mu Nianci, and the current Yang Nianci's life is tragic.

Abolishing Yang Kang and making him follow Yang Nianci back to his parents is the first step to live a good life. Helping Guo Jing heal so that he and Huang Rong can stand up to break the lies and resolve conflicts is the follow-up. Now that the merits of this trip are complete, Lin Qingxuan thinks it is a great contribution One piece.

Thinking of this, Lin Qingxuan was very happy, and his mind was well-informed. He only felt that he had a deeper understanding of Taoism's understanding of reverence for heaven, respect for life, and compassion. His understanding also deepened involuntarily, and the vague and shadowy things in his mind were clearly visible.

Without saying much when he got up, Lin Qingxuan picked up his watermelon burden and let out a long whistle, chanting a dao song and stepping out the door.

"Climbing and breaking the rules are self-determined, and the heart is open to the times. Huizhao only knows that the family business is hard, Huiguang suddenly feels the fire pit. The will follow the spirit crane to go back first, and the intention is that Linquan will never come back..."

Along with the sound of the sound of the roof tiles, the clear roar and long chanting disappeared in an instant. Guo Jing and Huang Rong walked to the door and watched the senior who was like an old farmer in the countryside walking with a burden. The two burdens bumped up and down. The willow forest that passed by the Qiantang River disappeared without a trace.

"Senior's behavior is very admirable. Although Senior Mu's temperament is different from that of Master Hong, his chivalrous heart is no different. The whereabouts are uncertain, and the dragon can't see the end..."

Guo Jing sighed in admiration and muttered in disappointment.

Huang Rong smiled slightly, but regardless of Senior Wood Senior Shi, she just hugged Guo Jing's waist and leaned on him, and said softly, "Brother Jing, is there any discomfort in your body?"

Guo Jing's heart fluttered, and he also sat down with Huang Rong in his arms.

Lin Qingxuan hurried along carrying the watermelon, walked across a hill, and saw the green leaves of the sycamore trees covered in patches, making a drinking sound as the breeze blew.

A few porters who were carrying heavy loads sat in the shade to enjoy the shade, and looked much cleanly dressed, like traveling merchants.

Seeing Lin Qingxuan approaching, several people saw the watermelon in the burden, they all slurred and swallowed, a man in his 30s stepped forward to block the way, and asked, "Stop, man, do you want this watermelon?" Where did you sell it?"

Lin Qingxuan smiled naively and said, "It doesn't matter where you are, you can go to any market or village. The watermelon grown at home is sweet and juicy, so you don't have to worry about buyers."

The man asked, "How to sell it? There are only three small melon seeds in this burden, and we will sell them to quench our thirst."

Lin Qingxuan nodded politely and said, "I didn't bring a scale either. Three watermelons are not worth much. Just give me 5 big coins."

After speaking, Lin Qingxuan put down his burden and motioned for the man to take the watermelon.

Seeing that Lin Qingxuan was honest, the man grinned and said, "Five big money, what you want is not cheap, man, let me ask you, is your watermelon guaranteed to be ripe?"

Lin Qingxuan, who had never done business before, was taken aback and said, "What's the guarantee? All my watermelons are fresh."

An old man came over, picked up the watermelon and patted it, took a look, and said with a smile, "These little melon seeds should be ripe, but they certainly won't taste good. It's not expensive if you want 5 big bucks."

Lin Qingxuan was surprised when he heard the words, and asked, "How can the old man know so well?"

The old man smiled and said: "This watermelon is a rare item from the Western Regions. I have also planted it a few years ago. At first glance, you three watermelons did not pinch the seedlings when they were planting the melons, or they pinch the seedlings late. There are two watermelons growing on a vine, naturally they will not grow much, and even if they are mature, the taste will not be good."

Lin Qingxuan and other foot dealers were very curious when they heard the words. The man in his thirties handed Lin Qingxuan five big coins, and then cut three watermelons with the dagger he carried with him. Sure enough, they saw that although the three watermelons were all watery But the melon seeds are bigger than the big melons I have seen in the past, and when a few people eat a piece of it, they really don't feel the sweetness is heavy.

A round-faced man smiled and said, "Old man Niu, you are so amazing, you can see what this watermelon looks like at a glance."

At this time, watermelons have not been improved to the red-fleshed varieties with few seeds and thin skins in later generations. Basically, they are either white or yellow, but the taste is close to the watermelons of later generations, but the sweetness is not enough.

Lin Qingxuan was also very curious and asked, "Uncle, can you tell me why this watermelon is not tasty enough?"

The old man Niu seemed very happy. After all, there were not many opportunities to show off in front of people. Seeing that others were also curious, he coughed lightly and said: "The melon seedlings grow and bloom in the spring. The buds are cut off, leaving only four or five flowers.

When the flowers wither and end up in the late spring, most of the small melons have to be pinched off, and only one melon is left to take good care of. When the watermelon is ripe in midsummer, a melon seedling can only become a cold melon. The seedlings gave all the benefits of the ground to a melon, how could it not be delicious to eat? "

The man who stopped the road to buy melons smiled and said: "Oh, this is similar to the meaning of making the rice grow long except for the weeds in the ground. Pinch the seedlings and remove the melons, leaving a single seedling, then naturally there are no other small melons and reserved cold melons. If you compete for nourishment, the cold melon will grow better, right?"

When everyone heard the words, they understood the truth, applauded and laughed, and said they were smart.

Lin Qingxuan was in Niujia Village just now because his goal was to achieve a smooth mood, so his Taoist cultivation level increased slightly. He was thinking about everything in the world and thinking about Taoism. The Thousand Words and the Nine Yin Sutra.

Suddenly, it seemed that I saw light in my mind, and many emotions and thoughts came out of my heart. I couldn't help laughing. I dragged the iron pole and walked forward, and I kept chanting words in my mouth:
"The way of heaven, is it still like opening a bow? The high one suppresses it, the low one lifts it; the excess damages it, and the insufficiency makes up for it. The way of heaven damages the excess and makes up for the deficiency. The way of man is not the same, the damage It is not enough to serve the surplus. Whoever can have the surplus to serve the world, only the Dao. They are sages and do not rely on them, and they do not want to see the virtuous. …

The way of heaven, what is lost is more than what is lacking is made up, so the virtual overcomes the real, and the insufficient is more than the surplus..."

(End of this chapter)