The days were as dull as water, but Li Xiuyuan on the mountain had no intention of stopping.

It took three days to build a bamboo shed, and then cultivated two vegetable gardens on the edge of the bamboo forest. The seeds were dug out from the space ring of the guy named Chen Mengsheng on Tianhuang Mountain.

To practice in the mountains, he must learn to be self-sufficient and not have to go to the sect to find food all day long.

Only now did he realize that he had done a lot of things since he was born, but had never learned to grow vegetables. When he came to Tianyun Mountain, he wanted to learn how to grow vegetables.

Fortunately, there were springs in the mountains. It took a few more days to clear the land, plant the seeds of hope, and water it...

After solving the problem of food and accommodation, he began to sit under the bamboo shed, bake purple bamboo, and whet bamboo swords... He went back and forth, whittling dozens of bamboo swords and spent another five days.

He didn't know if he could engrave runes on the bamboo sword, so he specially chipped a lot of them.

Thinking it as a way to sharpen his temper and learn the basic skills of weapon refining, he also wanted to make himself a bamboo sword engraved with runes.

Everyone thinks that he has no spiritual energy, so if a person without spiritual energy uses a bamboo sword, he shouldn't be ostentatious, right?

After finishing all this, he began to lie on the bamboo chair and read.

The books that Meng Shentong brought to him this time were all from his collection, including the customs and customs of Xuanwu Continent, interesting geographical facts, and his own Buddhist scriptures.

Thinking back to the time when his father told him at Chunfeng Academy: "There are beautiful faces in books."

How could he believe it at that time? He and Fatty Tang and the four of them went to the lakeside of the academy to play in the mud all day long.

At that time, he didn't know this truth.

By the time he understood this truth, his father and mother were already in his dream.

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Spring sleeps without dawn, and Li Xiuyuan sleeps just right in the hot summer weather.

Lying under the bamboo shed, he was looking at the book Meng Shentong left for him, and for a while he was looking at the mountain of bamboo sea while sharpening the bamboo sword in his hand.

In his madness, he had long forgotten that there was still a master waiting for him to return to Yaoguang Hall to make tea and meals.

After a busy morning, the bamboo sword in his hand is almost finished. Starting tomorrow, he can try to engrave runes on it.

Right here, a cry of peace rang out from the mountain.

"Brother Xiuyuan, why did you come to live on the top of the mountain? There are no disciples in Yuzun's Yaoguang Palace to compete with you for territory?"

After saying that, he ran all the way in and jumped on the lounge chair to rest, taking out the water bottle and taking a sip.

Li Xiuyuan pointed to the sky and replied with a smile: "In this hot weather, it will be annoying to stay anywhere, but I am only comfortable here."

Li Xiuyuan put down the bamboo sword in his hand and went to make a fire to cook meat porridge.

Looking at him, he asked: "If you don't practice hard with the master, why do you come to the mountain to find me? Or did Elder Meng in the library ask you to come up to me?"

"Ping'an is having lunch here today!" Ping'an looked at him and replied: "Grandpa Meng didn't tell me to come to see my brother. It was Grandpa Yuan who asked me to ask my brother why he didn't go to see him..."

While lighting a fire, Li Xiuyuan replied: "I've been there, and people blocked me from entering the temple... You tell Yuan Zun that I already have two masters, and I don't want to be a registered disciple anymore...

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In his opinion, one experience as a handyman was enough, and there was no need to keep doing it forever. That was not the life he wanted.

He spent a lot of time on the top of the mountain and was unable to communicate with the seven stars in the night sky. If he hadn't been in better spirits, he would have given up temporarily.

Pingan lay on the bamboo chair and shouted: "I also told Grandpa Yuan that my brother is already a disciple of Grandpa Meng's Sister Yu and will not go to his place to sweep the floor..."

After saying this, Ping An jumped off the couch, picked up the bamboo sword on the ground and looked at it carefully.

He asked: "Brother, do you want to learn swordsmanship? I'll ask the master to find you a spiritual sword. It seems that Grandpa Meng also has a fairy sword. Do you want me to steal it for you?"

Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said: "I just want to sharpen a bamboo sword for fun. I don't want to cause trouble with the teacher. You don't want to find it for me... Your master is also very poor."

In his opinion, even if he had to use a sword, he still had the Demon Sword brought back from the Shura battlefield, so why should he let the monks in Tianyun Mountain pay attention to him.

Ping An patted his chest and said with a smile: "Brother, wait, I will go to Grandpa Meng to ask for his fairy sword for brother."

Li Xiuyuan smiled and said: "If you dare to go, I will ignore you from now on."

"That's okay, Ping'an has to guard my brother here." Ping'an said with a smile: "When brother is finished cutting it, remember to give me a bamboo sword."

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"I heard from Sister Yu that my brother is counting stars on the mountain and playing? Do you want to come and stay with you tonight?"

Pingan, who refused to leave, ate two bowls of meat porridge, looked at Li Xiuyuan who was making a pot of tea, and asked with a smile.

When Li Xiuyuan heard this, he smiled bitterly and said, "Have you not seen the vegetable fields on the two sides in front? I grow vegetables. You go down the mountain and find me some seeds and come back, and I will open two more vegetable fields."

"Oh! I'll tell Grandpa Meng and Sister Yu later that my brother has started growing vegetables on the mountain... I'll bring some seeds for him next time."

Ping An smiled while waiting for Li Xiuyuan to pour him a cup of spiritual tea.

The heat was getting strong, and the two of them sat under the bamboo shed, enjoying the mountain breeze, but it didn't feel so strong.

The stubborn Ping An said he would go down the mountain to find his master Wang Qiang and ask for seeds, and bring them to Li Xiuyuan. He also made an appointment to go hunting when winter comes, and then skipped down the mountain.

After he left safely, Li Xiuyuan took out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, spread out the book Meng Shentong had brought, and started copying.

He didn't know how many years he could stay in Xuanwu Continent, so whenever he had free time, he thought of copying more books from the collection and bringing them back to his relatives at the foot of Mount Xumi.

As for the Taoist scripture that the old Taoist priest was talking about, he put it down for now.

He must first understand the formless golden body of Buddhism. There is a sequence of reading, just like his own practice, and he must do it in the same way.

However, if you can communicate with the stars in the night sky, do you still want to practice the Buddhist formless golden body?

If my spiritual veins are refined into star veins, can I still continue to cultivate the phaseless golden body?

If he starts practicing the Star Sword Technique with Meng Shentong, should he continue to practice the unfinished Divine Dragon Sword Technique?

As I thought about Li Xiuyuan, I became a little confused. I thought that when I saw the old Taoist master, I would have to ask him clearly and understand.

What's the point of practicing a skill to the extreme and then forgetting about it?

Just like the stories he read in his husband's books... He always thought that cultivating immortality was the only option in this world.

However, there are some people who are happy in the moment and do not seek immortality. As long as they are happy in the moment, they can live a life of ease without any regrets.

It's just that he suddenly had another thought, or the characters living in Mr.'s book also wanted to cultivate immortality, but just like his own path to Buddhism, they failed to step into the threshold of cultivating immortality.

Maybe they don't want people to know, or maybe when he or she regrets, the changes in the world can no longer tolerate his or her regret...

If you have thousands of gold to spend on wine, why don't you think of learning from a teacher?

After entering the golden elixir realm, can ordinary people still be able to kill you?

Unknowingly, Li Xiuyuan got into the stories of the sages one after another and was out of control.

There is no sun or moon in the mountains, but the universe is long in the book.

During the days when Li Xiuyuan was practicing in the mountains, Wang Qiang brought Ping An to visit him and actually brought him some vegetables, which surprised Li Xiuyuan.

He thought that after the vegetables planted this season were finished, he could start planting again.

Although he was not able to see the seven stars in the night sky during his days on the mountain, he was not idle either. He dug a lot of purple bamboo in the bamboo sea and planted it around the bamboo shed outside the cave.

Thinking about the autumn rain and winter, the wind can no longer blow into the bamboo shed where I stay.

Li Xiuyuan decided to wait until he met Yuzun, ask her for some flower seedlings, and plant them here too.

There are flowers, bamboos and vegetable beds. At least when he lived here, this place was a world of fireworks.

While studying and growing vegetables, Li Xiuyuan began to carve runes on the purple bamboo sword.

After all, he had practiced formation disks before, so he had a lot of experience to draw from, and he wanted to try it.

It wasn't until he actually started to use his hands that he realized that the bamboo sword was not as good as a formation plate, nor was it like a talisman paper.

The formation disk was too heavy to withstand the power of the runes, and the rune paper was too light to be disposable... And the bamboo sword he wanted to make was obviously impossible to throw away after using it once.

Looking at the setting sun in the distance, a sense of melancholy gradually arises in my heart.

Soon, the summer here will be over, and the autumn wind will come...

The old Taoist priest is not here, and he doesn't know the difference between the speed of time in the Xuanwu Continent and the Shura Heaven Realm. Now he has become a person who has no concept of time.

Traveling between several heavenly realms, he had long lost the direction of time... He only looked forward to returning to the Five Realms as soon as possible.

Let yourself embark on the journey of becoming a mortal, and then you can begin to understand the laws of the avenue of time.

For the first time, Li Xiuyuan felt lonely. Loneliness had never appeared to him in Tianshan Mountain or Luoxia Mountain. Even when he was trapped in the Nine Abyss, he did not feel lonely.

Who is not a frivolous young man? How can a frivolous young man be lonely?

But he can be very sure that he is very lonely and uncomfortable right now. It's just inexplicable discomfort because Xiao Long'er and Long Hongchen don't know what's going on.

Half a year has passed since I came to Xuanwu Continent. How are the two little guys doing in the Jade Disc Space?

The only thing that reassured him was that the old man from the Reincarnation Tower was still there, and he would presumably take care of the two little ones. This was why he was not in a hurry to get angry.

Dad! You must have broken through to the realm of refining the void in the Apricot Blossom Valley, right? In this case, you have a long lifespan and can practice in the long river of time.

Friends from Fengyun City, are you okay? Xiao Ju is married to Fatty Tang. What about Hu Ge, the boy who broke an arm on the Beihai battlefield? Has your arm been cured?

Where does the autumn wind come? All you can see is the sea of ​​bamboo whistling in the wind.

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To be continued...