Tome of Troubled Times Chapter 344: Kunlun Yuxu
Chapter 344 Kunlun Yuxu
Zhao Changhe didn’t even want to go for a while because he had a lot of things to do.
The purpose of meeting Master Yuxu is just to search for clues about the Heavenly Book. I don’t know how to search for it. I can’t ask him face to face, “Hey, do you have the Heavenly Book?”, right? Even those who were fine might get into trouble and be beaten to death.
Besides, the blind man wants the Book of Heaven. Although he is also interested, he is really not that strong. At this level, are you going to compete with No. 4 on the Heavenly List for the Book of Heaven? It's better to find a cliff and jump off it yourself.
But when I asked for a meeting, I let it out, and others responded that I was willing to meet. This is always a bad thing.
Zhao Changhe put away the sword and book and walked into the mountain.
Kunlun City is built on the mountain. If you enter the mountain from the west, it is Yuxu Peak.
I have done so many things on various mountain tops before, but they were all just side peaks. The real Yuxu Peak does not allow others to enter casually. According to what Yang Qianyuan said before, Yuxu only accepts the big evil people whose identities have been identified. The rest who cannot be identified, and those who are too lazy to go into the mountain for the convenience of the city, live together. In the city.
Could this real Yuxu, who took in evil people and formed a huge evil force, really be the woodcutter with the world in the pot? Zhao Changhe was unsure.
There is only one dangerous path into the mountain, which is formed along the stream. I don’t know how many people have walked on it to form the path.
The left and right sides are covered with snow, and even this dangerous road is covered with thick snow that no one has cleared. It can be seen that no one has set foot on this mountain for a long time. But the stream is clear, flowing quietly, but not frozen.
There were no guards, and after walking for a long time, it was completely deserted and completely deserted.
There is no need for guards. Others dare not enter the mountain casually. The deterrent effect of No. 4 on the Heavenly List is no joke. If you are not allowed to enter, no one will dare to enter.
Zhao Changhe looked up at the endless mountain top shrouded in clouds and mist, and slowly walked upward. His complicated thoughts dispersed bit by bit, his mood gradually became clearer, and his steps became more leisurely.
What's the use of being anxious? There's no point in thinking too much.
Why don't you slow down and take a look at the snow in Kunlun and the clouds in Yuxu.
Don't wait until you see Wan Zhuang when you go back in the future. She will ask: "When you arrive in Kunlun, do you know what Kunlun looks like?"
At that time, I would just be dumbfounded and unable to answer a single sentence.
The woodcutter’s song that day vaguely echoed in my heart. The clouds and mountains cut off the shore of the mortal world; when you look around, the sky and the earth are wide in the pot.
There is a slight chill in Tianling Baihui, and the heat from the outside world turns into warmth inside the body, which is dispersed in the wind and snow. The ninth level of Xuan Guan should have a cycle, the transformation of the nature of Qi from acquired to innate, and it is still growing in the process of practice. I have never experienced it before.
The mud ball between the eyebrows has a slight beating feeling, and there is an indescribable feeling, as if it is about to burst out, but when I try to catch it carefully, there is nothing.
This is what is called the last step... you can feel the existence of the next realm at any time.
To put it bluntly, the path of a master is the path of seeking the Tao. Regardless of the state of mind, the accumulation and mastery of techniques, the knowledge and understanding of martial arts, it is a process of comprehensive sublimation and qualitative change.
I really missed the mark.
Unconsciously, I have been hiking leisurely for four or five hours, from noon to sunset. I have climbed very high, and the top of the mountain seems to be still unreal. The clouds in the mountains seem to be surrounding us. Looking back, the mist is heavy, like a fairyland.
I don’t know when, there was a faint sound of crackling firewood in front of me. It was very far away at first, but gradually got closer.
One sound after another, leisurely and rhythmic.
Zhao Changhe walked slowly, feeling that his footsteps were unconsciously matching the rhythm of the crackling of firewood, and then he discovered that the intervals between each crackling of firewood were exactly the same.
The crackling of firewood continues by the hour, but the interval is the same every time. It feels like it is accurate to milliseconds, as precise as a machine.
The clouds and mist gradually opened, and several wooden houses were vaguely visible in front of them. The snow turned into streams, passing around the houses and flowing down the mountain.
Zhao Changhe looked at the wooden houses in the distance, surrounded by clouds and mist, and suddenly felt that these wooden houses were not built by humans, but that they coexisted with Kunlun and had existed here since the beginning of the world.
Of course it's just an illusion... This was built by man, but the man who built it has already united nature and man, and the way of nature has reached its peak.
Zhao Changhe's eyes finally fell on the large yard in the center of the wooden house. In the yard, a pile of firewood was piled aside seemingly casually. An old woodcutter leisurely stretched out his hand to take out the thick wood, swung his knife and accurately divided it into two halves, then threw it aside and continued to get a new one.
He just watched quietly without disturbing.
From beginning to end, all the woodcutter's movements were like mechanical repetitions of the last time, but they didn't feel as rigid as a robot. Each of his knives melted into the wind and snow, just like the air carrying natural Swinging in such a flowing manner, the knife is like the wind and the snow is like the knife. Not only is it not a robot, but it is the beauty of natural harmony.
But the wind and snow were clearly not in the direction in which he swung the sword, making it difficult to understand how he did it.
It’s not the sword that melts into the wind and snow, but the sword that leads the wind and snow?
But the wind and snow remain unchanged.
Zhao Changhe took a long breath, closed his eyes and circulated the actions he just saw in his mind, and he felt dizzy.
I don’t have the realm, I can’t understand it...it’s a bit different.
"Bang!" The woodcutter finished cracking the last piece of firewood and threw it away.
The chopped firewood was neatly stacked vertically and horizontally, forming a square shape, as if it had been measured, with the length, width and height exactly the same.
Zhao Changhe knew that there could be no difference without measuring it. This old guy seemed to be showing off to himself... Well, at best, he was giving some advice and demonstrating something? But the gap is really a bit big, and it’s useless to demonstrate, but the show-off effect is quite good.
He finally sighed: "Old man, I'm here to drink with you."
The old woodcutter got up and went into the house and said with a smile: "It's windy and snowy tonight, so let's go inside and drink."
Zhao Changhe followed him into the house next to him. There was a stove burning in the house, which was quite warm. There was a large vat of wine warming on the stove. The old woodcutter seemed not to feel the heat, holding up the wine. Weng paused on the table and said with a straight face: "You didn't pick the right time. You could have said that it was snowing late in the evening, so you could drink a glass of nothing. But when you came, it was already snowing, so the good poems were no longer suitable, and you were so depressed. ."
Zhao Changhe twitched the corner of his mouth and his expression became very strange.
You are **** number four in the world.
These wooden houses are the Yuxu Palace.
The woodcutter took two large bowls, poured wine for him with a wine jar in his hand, and said: "Speaking of which, you should have been the one to treat me to a drink, right? Why did it become my treat instead..."
Zhao Changhe said: "Why should I invite you? I am a guest after all..."
"It's not my reminder of your inner fire. Can you cope with the inflammation of Kunggang?"
"Uh..." Zhao Changhe said: "I should thank my senior. Do you want me to carry the wine jar up the mountain?"
"Isn't it possible?"
Zhao Changhe thought for a while: "It seems possible, I will definitely do it next time."
During the simple conversation, two bowls of wine were filled just right. The woodcutter put down the wine jar and clinked the bowls together: "It's been a long time since anyone has had a few drinks with the old man... It's a good time."
Zhao Changhe said: "Isn't Senior Thief Saint coming?"
"He doesn't like to come...because every time he comes, I can see him suppressing his fingers with cramps. He just wants to steal my things. Unfortunately, I have three wooden houses and nothing else. He can't stand it."
Zhao Changhe couldn't help but ask: "It is said that there are many evil people entering the mountain. Yuxu Palace is an evil organization. Why is my father-in-law the only one here?"
"That's really the case. How dare you come to drink?"
"Why don't you dare? I, Zhao Changhe, am not a good person either."
"Ha..." the old woodcutter said calmly: "Of course all the evil people who enter the mountain are dead... If I don't identify them carefully, I can't just pick them in and send them to die. Are you right?"
Zhao Changhe: "..."
How dare people think that the place where evil people are sheltered is actually a pit where evil people come to die?
"Drink." The old woodcutter drank the wine from the bowl and wiped his mouth happily: "Don't ask me what I'm doing here. There's no good in asking too many questions... A man in a snowy day Han, any young man who is willing to put a coat on the old woodcutter, I am happy to buy him a drink, that's all. Where you come from and where you go, your path to becoming a master is not here."