Wilderness, Ding'an City.

Light snow has begun to fall in the sky, but the wine shop is steaming with steam.

Xiao Hong lit a large pot of charcoal fire, and Xiao Bao Ni stared blankly at the women in front of him saying some words that he couldn't understand.

Li Qiu Shui looked at Xiao Hong and smiled bitterly: "Both of us didn't know we were coming back earlier, until my brother turned around and left."

Shangguan Yanhong, who was sitting aside, said in a daze: "That guy, just like in Wangtian City, also left without saying a word."

Huangfu Qingmei, who was holding a cup of hot tea, was stunned for a moment, thinking about the scene of Li Xiuyuan in Wolong Mountain.

He also said quietly: "That guy didn't even stay with us for one night, so he took Xiao Hei on a small boat and left the wilderness quietly..."

The two women were startled, looked at her and asked, "Did that guy leave by boat?"

"Yeah? Didn't he tell you?" Huangfu Qingmei was stunned, looked at the two of them and replied: "He said that when he came here, he also came in this boat."

Xiaohong couldn't help but interjected: "The shopkeeper is like a god."

Li Qiushui sighed and said, "Everyone has gotten what they want, so don't worry about my brother anymore."

Upon hearing this, Huangfu Qingmei gave up and patted the table gently and said: "Where can he hide? When the day when the road to heaven opens, won't he have to come here obediently?"

Shangguan Yanhong shook her head and said with a smile: "In my opinion, the entrance to the road to heaven is still outside the Great Wall."

"That would be troublesome."

Li Qiushui said thoughtfully: "That guy also has a junior sister inside the Great Wall. Just because he didn't go to see her this time doesn't mean he won't go there in the future."

"Wouldn't that mean it won't be easy for us to see him again in the future?"

Huangfu Qingmei thought to herself, I also want to ask him to forge a spiritual sword.

Seeing that his daughter had a sun sword, he couldn't help but start thinking about making swords. After all, the sword-making masters in Fucheng were not as good as Li Xiuyuan.

You must know that Ximen Mengdie's spiritual sword has the power of double flames, which is equivalent to a great killing weapon.

Not to mention, Li Xiuyuan did not tell the two of them the secret of the acceleration rune engraved on the sword.

He kept this secret for Ximen Xiaoyu and Ximen Mengdie to discover later. This was also a surprise he left for them.

"Who knows?" Li Qiushui sighed and said, "He even put a lot of effort into renovating the wine shop. I'm afraid he will rarely come back to see it."

Shangguan Yanhong shook her head, looked at the two of them and frowned and said, "Without that guy, you don't want to practice anymore?"

"How is that possible?" Li Qiushui and Huangfu Qingmei replied in unison.

The light snow outside the store gradually turned into heavy snow, but the women in the store still had no intention of getting up and leaving.

Perhaps in their eyes, they will practice together for many years to come and discuss together what they will face after ascending to heaven.

…

Shura Tianyu, the back mountain of the academy.

After feeding the old man lunch, Li Xiuyuan waited for the fat elder who came to the kitchen.

Looking at the young man in front of him, the fat elder shouted in disbelief: "Isn't this unreasonable? We are all getting older, and you are rejuvenated again?"

While making tea, Li Xiuyuan looked at him and smiled: "I'm still thinking, if you, elder, betray the dean, how should I face you?"

"How is that possible?" the fat elder shouted: "Ask that guy Wei Qing, who is taking care of them from spring to autumn? Who helped carry the dean here?"

The fat elder frowned slightly, looked at the sleeping dean, and whispered: "By the way, do you have a way to cure the dean's injury?"

Smiling, Li Xiuyuan lowered his head and concentrated on sorting out the elixirs in front of him, thinking about how to treat the dean's injuries.

The dean's limbs and bones are all broken now, which is a bit worse than when he was on Luoxia Mountain.

Fortunately, there is no shortage of elixirs in front of him, he is just looking for the most appropriate solution.

"Have you brought what I asked for?"

Li Xiuyuan stood up and took out a few prepared bamboo pieces from the house. Shan Shubari came out, looked at the fat elder and asked.

Fat Chang'ao quickly took out the things he had brought with him and put them on the ground aside.

Looking at him, he asked nervously: "Are you trying to break his hands and feet?"

"Otherwise? Instead of paralyzing in the mountains like this, it would be better to completely destroy his muscles and bones and start over."

Li Xiuyuan arranged everything he had prepared on the table. He looked at him and said seriously: "I'll ask the elder for help later. I want to heal the dean's muscles and bones first..."

Upon hearing this, the fat elder raised his sleeves, looked at him and asked, "How about I take action?"

Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said: "No, he is unconscious at the moment, so he should be treated first."

After speaking, he lifted the animal blanket from the dean's body and reached out to touch the old man's limbs.

Looking at the fat elder, he smiled bitterly and said, "Fortunately, he is unconscious now."

After saying that, without waiting for the fat elder to reply, he exerted force on his palms and heard a "click!" sound, and the muscles and bones of the old man's left arm were completely broken.

The old man with his eyes closed suddenly opened them, with a look of pain on his face.

He glanced at the young man in front of him, and then closed his eyes again. Two lines of tears fell from the corners of his eyes. He didn't know whether it was because of the pain or because he saw his beloved disciple return.

Li Xiuyuan did not dare to stop, and ordered the fat elder to quickly stir the pot and mix the water gypsum powder.

At the same time, he quickly applied the prepared elixir on the old man's broken arm.

The old man and the young man worked together flawlessly. In less than a quarter of an hour, one of the dean's arms was wrapped in plaster and covered with splinters of fir and bamboo.

The fat elder looked at him and sighed heavily: "Only you dare to do such a thing."

At least in his opinion, no elder in the academy would care about the dean's affairs.

Everyone is looking forward to Elder Huangfu taking office and giving them more resources.

The human heart is like this. Sometimes, for a little resource for cultivation, one will not hesitate to sell one's conscience.

Li Xiuyuan didn't mean to stop, and then picked up the old man's other arm...

The two worked closely together and spent an hour crushing the muscles and bones of the dean's limbs, applying elixir, and then fixing them with fir wood and bamboo pieces.

The old man lying on the recliner suddenly turned into a big rice dumpling.

After cleaning up what was in front of him, Li Xiu Yuanyuan washed up at the mountain spring behind his house, came back and looked at the fat elder and laughed.

"As the saying goes, it takes a hundred days to break your muscles and bones, but the dean will be able to stand up again before the Mid-Autumn Festival at most."

Li Xiuyuan returned to the table, picked up a cup of Min tea, and slowly fed it to the dean.

The fat elder washed up behind the house and came back to sit down. He looked at him and frowned and asked, "Is it going to be cured so soon during the Mid-Autumn Festival? That way, I feel relieved."

While Li Xiuyuan was boiling water and making tea, he looked at a white cloud floating in the sky, and his body suddenly became a little stiffer.

The right hand holding the purple sand trembled slightly, but his eyes fell on the old man who looked like a rice dumpling beside him.

The fat elder looked at him and had no intention of urging him, although he wanted to know how Li Xiuyuan planned to heal the dean's wounds.

Because she knew that Li Xiuyuan was in a lot of trouble at this time. After all, even the elders of the academy couldn't do anything about the academy worker's injury, so he had no choice but to remain silent.

Boil water, wash tea, water.

The fat elder held a cup of spiritual tea and took a sip. The fat elder was wandering between the moment of waking up and falling into peace.

Li Xiuyuan sighed softly.

He stretched out his hand to iron a piece of towel, put it on the dean's face, and said softly: "No hurry, let the dean heal the muscles and bones of his limbs first in this half-asleep state..."

He rubbed the old man's face carefully, gave the old man a sip of spiritual tea, and then sat back at the table with satisfaction.

He took a book of scripture and began to recite it softly.

The fat elder in front of him had an epiphany. The dean's wound was slowly healing, and he wanted to read a Buddhist scripture to the two of them.

Wash away the haze in the sky of Wangyue Stream, and at the same time try to understand the fourth level of artistic conception of my own phaseless golden body.

Xiao Hei flew to the back mountain to look for the big python. Li Xiuyuan needed a piece of snake gall to clear the mind of the old man who had lost his mind.

The fat elder drank the spiritual tea and was in the midst of an epiphany.

Sitting under the old tree, Li Xiuyuan thought for a while, took out the iron piano that he had not touched for a long time, placed it on the table in front of him, took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the strings.

He did not play the difficult "Quiet", but plucked the strings for the injured old man and the fat elder who was undergoing enlightenment, and a song "Si Wu Xie" flowed out.

Like the spring water in the mountains, the faint sound of the piano is quietly comforting the old man who has broken all his bones and muscles, hoping that the spring breeze will turn into rain and the wounds of the old man will be healed overnight.

It was like a whisper from heaven, secretly leaking the supreme law to the fat elder who frowned bitterly, looking for a chance to break through.

Three hundred poems, I am more than just three hundred poems.

My thoughts are innocent, my thoughts are as pure as the melted snow water of the snow-capped mountains.

I want to heal all your pain, and I want you to understand the true meaning of this world.

As the music came to an end, Li Xiuyuan unknowingly plucked the mysterious strings on the Tianshan Mountains, and the prelude of a "Quiet" flowed out from his fingers unknowingly and skillfully.

For a moment, the sky outside the stone house echoed with the sound of a solemn piano.

Like the dragon's roar above the nine heavens, and like the secret sigh under the nine secluded places.

To calm your soul, I want to use the heaven and earth on the top of the Tianshan Mountains to appease your chaotic soul that is in a state of panic and has nowhere to rest.
To be continued...