People sit in the southern sky and watch the ages

Chapter 91 There is a river so far

The weather in spring often changes, and Longkoudu is facing the sea again. The water vapor rises, and the rain clouds gather suddenly, blocking the previously bright moonlight.

The clouds were quite thick, and the soft moonlight wanted to squeeze out from the lead clouds, so the sky was coated with a layer of silver, like frost on the ground.

It's getting late, things are over here, Li Changqing and Huang Feihong rushed to the mansion with them.

Suddenly, he stopped on the stone bridge, staring at the sky that was about to rain heavily.

"Teacher?" Huang Feihong asked softly.

Li Changqing put his hands behind his back, looked towards the sky, and said softly, "Your behavior just now was a bit unwise."

Huang Feihong looked at Li Changqing with some shame.

Take a deep breath and calm down.

Because of Huang Ming's death and resurrection, the nameless resentment, killing intent, and pain in his heart receded like a tide.

He scratched his head and didn't know how to answer for a moment, always feeling that he had failed the teacher's expectations.

Li Changqing nodded. It is not easy for a teenager to do this in the face of such a life-and-death event.

"Although it's unwise, it's human nature, so I don't blame you. This time I was by my side, so I woke you up. Next time you don't necessarily have someone around to remind you."

"Yes, teacher." Huang Feihong nodded seriously, taking down what the teacher said.

"Even if you want to capture that monster, you need at least the strength of the first floor, and compared to strength, mind is more important. Even if I die, if you want revenge, you need to be cautious. After all, people are alive. , there is hope."

Listening to Li Changqing's teaching, Huang Feihong suddenly laughed and said, "Teacher, how can you say such depressing words. You are the seed of Confucianism that Mr. Xu admires. Even if I, Huang Feihong, die a thousand times, you will be fine."

Li Changqing smiled, but did not answer. On the road of cultivation, even the gods and Buddhas of the gods disappeared in smoke. How dare he say that he is immortal.

"Do you feel that your blood is boiling these days, and when you exercise, it seems to be gushing out from the top of your head?"

"Ah."

Li Changqing looked at Huang Feihong and sighed, "It's really fast."

Huang Feihong was talented, and he had a foundation in martial arts before. After the life-and-death fight, he understood the five animals and five elements. With the help of his own spiritual fragrance and elixir regardless of the cost, his body was completely exhausted before he entered the Tao.

Now there are only two things left: the seed of Taoism and the granting of talismans.

Only when you truly enter the Tao can you say that you can help yourself.

Daoist Li Changqing has extra in his hand.

On the contrary, it is difficult to confer the talisman.

Huang Feihong is no better than Wukong and the Lord of the Five Elements. He has his own heels. As Li Changqing's disciple at Longkoudu, many people know him.

It is not possible to bring back to Longhu Mountain to teach the talisman, because it is impossible to explain where the talisman was taught.

Therefore, we can only follow the most orthodox route of the Great Zhou Dynasty, accumulate Taoist merits, and confer talismans in the Taoist Academy.

I just went to the county government office tomorrow to see if there was a suitable list for killing demons, as a test for my disciple.

Suddenly, several muffled thunders sounded in the sky.

Huang Feihong subconsciously looked at the sky.

I saw several bright and clean brilliance vertically and horizontally, tearing apart the thick cloud layer, allowing the pure white moonlight and sporadic starlight to penetrate into the earth.

One strand after another, gathered into bundles, piercing through the clouds, like a lamp lit by a god in the dark, covering the gray and dark towns with a layer of tulle, and breaking through the shadows.

In that brilliance, there is a pure gold lotus flower, which is upright and bright. The little novice stands next to the old monk, squeezes the flower and smiles.

The dragon head of a building boat smashed through the sea of ​​clouds, the scarlet flag fluttered, and the young man in brocade clothes stood gracefully.

There are flying swords forming a long river, like fireflies flowing in the sky, the girl's face is frosty, one is purple and the other is red, and two streamers are swirling.

There is a young Taoist who rides a donkey upside down, stepping through the void, and wherever he goes, cold plums grow every step of the way.

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The old turtle at the bottom of Jingyuetan Lake turned over from his sleep, causing a circle of ripples, shaking the lake full of flower boats, flickering countless lights, muttering, "There are so many things about people."

Then fell asleep again.

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"This is?!"

Huang Feihong looked at the scenes in the sky in shock, and was speechless for a while.

Li Changqing said with a light smile, "This is a great battle, but those old and cunning people are smart enough to think of using this method to send their own disciples in. They are here to fight for opportunities, but they are also afraid of being bullied."

Longkou Ferry was ruled by the five surnames in the south of the Yangtze River, the real people above the third floor are not allowed to make a move, and all rely on the first and second floors to compete for raising Gu.

Then the person who came this time, could it be the direct descendant of each sect.

In order to avoid accidental injury, Poyun came here tonight, just to tell others that his disciple is very precious, and think about the consequences when he strikes.

Huang Feihong looked at the sky obsessively, this is the real proud son of heaven.

He turned to look at his teacher again. Mr. Xu said that the teacher is the real seed of Confucianism, so the teacher is also the same as those people in the sky? !

So, he subconsciously asked, "Can the teacher do the same?"

Huang Feihu next to him smiled and patted his brother on the shoulder, "Brother Feihong, I said you are usually smart, why are you acting stupid now? If the teacher is willing, of course the teacher can do that! And the flying is higher than them, and the photos are better." Bright!"

Li Changqing couldn't help but laugh when he heard Huang Feihu's words.

He looked up and continued to look at the sky, asking himself, can I do the same?
The next moment, he exhaled a foul breath, and he had the answer.

of course can!

Otherwise, what kind of Tao should I cultivate.

And just like what Huang Feihu said, he wants to fly higher and shine farther than them, no, it's far more than that.

Li Changqing looked at the sky again, his dark eyes reflected the sky full of brilliance, but it was not only the sky full of brilliance.

His gaze is farther away, as if it is a part of the dome, and he can have a panoramic view of the bright moon and stars at a higher place.

In this life, stand on top of the heavens, sit and watch the changes of the ages.

A ray of spiritual light rises, the illusory spirit and spirit altar have substance, the original principles are produced, shaking the surrounding world, and the illusory Tao is reflected into the reality.

The corners of his mouth curled up, showing a baby-like smile, with the spiritual light of enlightenment, "I am different from them, I am here, and they are each other, separated by almost a river."

He pointed to the quiet creek under the bridge.

Teacher, what does this mean?Huang Feihong was puzzled, but he followed the teacher's finger and looked towards the small river under the bridge.

Under the silver moonlight, the river water is crystal clear, and the dark green algae are swaying like waves, and you can see a few silver lights floating here and there.

Some are stars reflected in the sky, and some are fish swimming in the river.

Suddenly he stopped.

The silver starlight gradually lit up, red, dark blue, indigo, smoky yellow, and faint purple, as if the stars all over the sky had fallen into this river, and the river became deeper, pulling up layers of dark clouds. The curtain, even the swimming fish stopped.

It seems that they are also wondering whether they are in the river or in the boundless sky.

The river is full of stars, rippling with the flowing water, neither increasing nor decreasing, without beginning and end.

That night, Li Changqing pointed the river into the second floor.

　Since I think this chapter is well written, I will post it first for everyone to read.

　　
　
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