The weather in Layue is getting colder and colder, but Qing'er still gets up early to meditate, and Grandpa is still making tea.

It seems that life in the back mountains has nothing to do with the outside world, and the grandparents live here extremely quietly. Grandpa Qing'er also likes this quiet life, although he knows that Qing'er will walk out of here sooner or later.

Qing'er has obviously been in and out a lot more times than half a year ago, but after all, he can't run out of this Huailing, and the old man is no longer so worried.

At least now Qing'er is not there for an afternoon, and the old man can be comfortable in the wooden house by himself.

Yuan Qingzi still comes to the back mountain from time to time, and he feels that he and Grandpa Qing'er hate to meet late. Grandpa Qing'er is also happy that he is here, and it will be a lot more lively in this valley.

It's just that Grandpa Qing'er doesn't like him to go, because he has to take a lot of herbs with him before he leaves every time. While picking it up, he said something to himself, "When you enter my Dan furnace, it is plated with gold." ”

Grandpa Qing'er could only shake his head helplessly when he heard this.

As usual, Yuan Qingzi came to Houshan again.

chatted casually with Grandpa Qing'er, and before his ass was hot, he went to Yaopu.

Grandpa Qing'er had to follow, for fear that this strange old man, who was in a hurry, would mess up the medicine.

However, although this Yuan Qingzi acted in a hurry, he was also patient with these herbs. A hoe and a shovel, carefully and carefully.

And Grandpa Qing'er was like an overseer, watching from the side.

These two people, who are more than a hundred years old, are now familiar with each other, and they are not polite to each other.

Yuan Qingzi came to the mountain here like coming from the vegetable garden, and Grandpa Qing'er didn't stop him.

He could see that Yuan Qingzi liked the pill, otherwise he would never let him do this.

Yuan Qingzi's subordinates kept coming, and he muttered something from time to time.

"I heard a few veterans in the courtyard hold a meeting this morning, saying that the demons are doing something again, and they are preparing to do something to the team that sends them to school next year."

Yuan Qingzi glanced up at Grandpa Qing'er and said, after all, it was okay to stand, so he chatted and watched.

"I heard that the action is getting bigger and bigger, and I guess sooner or later there will be a fierce battle."

After hearing this, Grandpa Qing'er said: "When the war breaks out again, it is the people who suffer. ”

Yuan Qingzi heard the old man's words, paused and said, "Old man, you are kind-hearted, but this demon clan has always been cold-blooded. What's more, the two apprentices of Xuanqing Tianzun also infiltrated the demon clan to assassinate their young master. This is a new hatred and hatred together, but it will be big! ”

The old man just listened silently and didn't speak, but Yuan Qingzi enjoyed what he said.

Yuan Qingzi got the herbs, so he didn't stay long, and returned to the courtyard as soon as he smoked.

It's just that the words he brought made the old man uneasy for a long time.

The old man stood outside the house, looking at the small sky above his head, and at the towering Tingzhao Peak.

He thought of the small village of Yubei County again, and thought of the simple life there.

The old man said to himself, "If it's wrong, then it's wrong to the end!" ”

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The old man stood outside for a long time, and Qing'er didn't know when he came to the old man's side.

"Grandpa, what are you looking at?" Qing'er asked curiously.

"I'm looking at something in the sky."

"And what did you see, grandpa?"

"I saw a sky full of stars."

"Why didn't I see that?"

"You try to see with your heart."

"Then you close your eyes and look at it."

Qing'er closed her eyes, and the old man pointed between Qing'er's eyebrows with his hand.

So the galaxy in the sky appeared in front of Qing'er's eyes, and countless flickering points of light shone in a boundless galaxy. The starlight is getting closer and closer to the moon, and Qing'er seems to be able to see them clearly. The starlight slowly magnified and finally turned into a figure. I can recognize that there is a grandfather, a brother, and Yan Hong. There are also the teenagers I saw in Xia Yan, and their bodies are constantly flashing with light.

I don't know how long later, Qing'er opened his eyes, and he found him lying on the bed, and his grandfather was still making tea next to him.

Qing'er stood up and walked to her grandfather's side, who turned to look at him.

"Qing'er, from today onwards, grandpa will teach you whether it is good to practice."

Qing'er nodded and didn't ask anything.

Qing'er didn't ask Grandpa what he saw just now, and he didn't have any questions about why he saw this.

Listening to the old man's words, he began to meditate, then closed his eyes, felt the breath of the weather, and felt everything that was going on around him.

When he closed his eyes, the one in the cabin came to his mind again.

He saw his wooden sword, and he could clearly see the words engraved on it, which was his name.

He tried to pick up the wooden sword, and it floated out of thin air.

But soon, the wooden sword fell again.

Qing'er's eyes were still closed, and he tried again, this time the wooden sword levitated to a higher height, and then fell down again.

Qing'er tried with her eyes closed, some beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her expression was a little distorted because of the effort.

But he still tried again, and the wooden sword fell again and again, and levitated again and again.

He could see the wooden sword clearly, but he didn't have the strength to pick him up.

On the first day, three inches high......

The next day, five inches ......

On the third day, one zhang ......

On the fourth day, Sanzhang ......

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On the tenth day, the wooden sword traveled through the valley, piercing through the leaves and falling snow to the ground, making a rustling sound.

Qing'er's heart was full of joy, he could finally drive the wooden sword out of thin air like those teenagers. He seemed to feel that he had the qualifications to be their friend, and wanted to get to know these teenagers as he had met Yan Hong.

Suddenly, he thought of Yan Hong again, he had been to the academy several times to look for Yan Hong, but he didn't find it.

When he thought that he had been separated from Yan Hong for nearly a year, and that Yan Hong might have made a lot of new friends, he was not so worried.

He thought of Yan Hong's cultivation again, and he also hoped that in which year he would be able to have a duel with Yan Hong, just like what he had seen in Xia Lun.

He didn't know how Yan Hong's cultivation was, or he didn't know whether his cultivation was fast or slow. He practiced in this valley, and he had no one to compare with.

Ever since he watched the duel between Zhuo Le and Yu Nan, he had always felt that his cultivation was very slow. When he thought of Zhuo Le's seal and Yu Nan's Xuan Duan, he felt that he was far behind them.

I also want Shen Yao, the girl who walked in front of her, that serious look. He still remembered it well, and he wanted to get to know her. But he felt that he was still far away from her, so he tried harder.

There are also a lot of disciples in the academy, maybe he can have a lot of friends, as long as he cultivates hard and catches up with them.

Qing'er kept thinking about it in the room, and when he thought of it, he felt like there was a force pushing him.

It is also such a force that makes him work extraordinarily.

Grandpa looked at his grandson who was so attentive, and a trace of pity appeared on his face. After all, the young man in front of him was only in his teens, and he should have been an innocent and bright age.

But grandpa knew that in the future, Qing'er would be opposite, and he was destined not to live a peaceful life like ordinary people.

That's why they came out of that little village, the old man knew that they couldn't live there for the rest of their lives, and that what they had to come would come after.

The only thing he can do is to make Qing'er fully prepared to meet the upcoming unknown.

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Draw the air of the weather and control all things in the world.

Qing'er has entered the beginning of qi induction, and she is becoming more and more proficient in controlling the wooden sword. The old man began to guide him and control his thoughts.

As usual, Grandpa still asked Qing'er a question.

"Qing'er, how can you move a leaf without the help of a wooden sword."

Qing'er thought for a moment and shook her head.

The old man approached a leaf, blew on it, and it swayed.

Qing'er screamed loudly: "I know! It's gas! ”

The old man nodded affirmatively and said, "If you attract the breath of the weather, you can control all things." ”

The general meaning is to use the vitality in the body to control the energy of the weather house, and then you can control all things.

A small breath can blow the leaves, and if the breath is strong enough, it can move a big tree over there, or even turn over the river and the sea.

If you reach the cultivation of the Golden Pill, you will be able to materialize your mindful qi. At that time, the wind, fire, thunder and lightning will all be under control.

Qing'er roughly understood what the old man said, so she asked again: "How can I use the vitality in my body to control the qi in the weather?" ”

The old man continued: "If you release the vitality in your body in a certain way, you will be able to control the qi of heaven and earth. And this method is usually called the Dharma. ”

"The release of the exercises requires some special seals to be guided. Of course, if you have already emptied certain exercises with ease, you no longer need to use the Seal to urge you. The old man continued.

Qing'er seemed to understand something, and nodded thoughtfully. He remembered the previous duel in Xia Theory, the scene when they were urging their minds.

"Grandpa, I also want to learn the exercises, so how do the exercises come about?" Qing'er thought about it and hurriedly asked.

The old man smiled and said, "The cultivation of the exercises requires a certain foundation of mindfulness. You need to practice the basic chanting qi first, and when you can control the amount of chanting qi, grandpa will teach you the exercises! ”

Qing'er nodded, and the old man touched his fingertips between the young man's eyebrows.

When Qing'er opened her eyes again, she reappeared in the house, still lying on the bed.

It was as if he had a dream, in which he saw all sorts of imprints, gestures rolling and changing in his mind over and over again.

Grandpa was making tea as before, and he felt that he had seen this scene before, but he felt that it was not real.

Qing'er sat cross-legged again, learning the gestures that kept coming to her mind, performing luck, and then sealing.

Qing'er felt the vitality in her body, and then guided the vitality through the seal to control the qi around her.

He tried it over and over again, and gradually he felt it.

A wave slowly appeared in front of him, though it quickly dissipated.

But then there was another one, and this time the fluctuations grew stronger, and a distortion appeared in front of him that was visible to the naked eye.

Then Qing'er released this fluctuation and hit the pine and cypress trees in the distance, falling a large patch of snow with a rustling sound.