i have a sword fairy

Chapter 470 Seeing Xinmingxing and the Beauty Knocking on the Door
There is an expensive and gorgeous carved agarwood desk, which is broken into a ground of sawdust, and the fresh and not greasy agarwood permeates the room.

A man figure stands among the pile of sawdust

Half of his body was hidden in the darkness, and half of him was covered with a layer of water-like light clothing by the moonlight falling from the window.

"did you see it?"

Gui asked.

"What do you see?"

"Warfu."

Zhao Rong rubbed his blushing face, nodded, "...I see."

The sword spirit was quiet for a while, then suddenly said, "What else?"

Zhao Rong frowned lightly, and looked down at the desk that he accidentally smashed into pieces.

This martial artist who came from nowhere seems to feed on dragons, and his surging blood and strength seem to be related to dragon descendants. This is a completely different path from the kunpeng warriors in the Xuanhuang Realm. more powerful.

However, the most important thing is that accompanied by this amazing physique, it seems to be a very strange phenomenon.

Negative emotions accumulate in the flesh and blood.

Zhao Rong was in a trance, and the drop of water from the heart lake he just borrowed flashed before his eyes, and the scene he witnessed:
Amidst the bloody mist in the sky, strange negative desires abound.

The remnants of the dead dragons 'raised their heads' in this carnival of flesh and blood, either joyful, violent, greedy, or lustful...the demons danced wildly.

This is definitely not as simple as the 'whale fall' he has seen in books.

After the death of giant beasts like Kunpeng, the bloody corpses will indeed become natural nutrients, nourishing thousands of monsters.

But these are natural phenomena, and the monsters that HP arrives are not divided into types, and have nothing to do with good or bad.

However, the unknown martial artist that Zhao Rong witnessed seemed to have some kind of evil in his flesh and blood. These accumulated negative emotions of the real dragon's remnant soul... or desires, mortals would just look at it Crazy, mad and dead...

No wonder Gui at that time had to stay where he was, and burn the warrior's body with karmic fire.

Rao, he has always been confident in his willpower, but he almost couldn't resist it in the end.

You must know that this is just Zhao Rong borrowing Gui's Heart Lake projection, borrowing its eyes, and seeing an ancient picture that happened tens of thousands of years ago in a certain place in the distant Suzaku star.

He has a vague understanding of the height of the mountain where this unnamed warrior is located, and the strength of Gui who can kill him.

At this moment, the young Confucian scholar rubbed his face and murmured softly:
"I also saw... a strange kind of Zen?"

"Zen? What is it?"

I am puzzled, why does this guy always have something that I have never heard of?
Zhao Rong thought for a while, but still shook his head, "It's nothing."

Say no more.

However, in his mind, for a moment, he still couldn't get rid of the horrifying scene he just saw:
Dragon-eating warriors, self-immolated corpses, monstrous blood demons, biting dragon souls, negative emotions accumulated to explode...

Surrounded by this hellish scene of desire, after being burnt to death, only a pair of... pure blue glazed bones remained.

The skeleton is clean and impeccable, the inspiration is beautiful, and it is extremely holy.

Zhao Rong always felt that this weird scene, like a scene that often happened in a certain religion's mythology, had an inexplicable sense of Zen.

He suddenly remembered a sect that did not exist in the Xuanhuang Realm.

Where is the 'hometown' of this distant warrior?
At this moment, Zhao Rong moved his steps and touched the sawdust on the table under his feet.

The books and the Four Treasures of the Study on the desk before were also scattered all over the place.

He looked down, his brows were wrinkled, and some impetuous annoyance welled up from the bottom of his heart.

Zhao Rong turned around, went to relight the lamp, fetched a broom, and cleaned the pieces of wood.

At this time, Gui also temporarily quieted down. After giving Zhao Rong a drop of water from the heart lake, it seemed to have consumed a lot of soul power it had accumulated. After talking to Zhao Rong, his voice was a little tired.

There was a moment of silence between the two.

After Zhao Rong finished sweeping the floor, he tidied up his books and belongings.

Only now he lost his desk.

He let out a breath, glanced at the room with a little annoyance, and in the next second, went to the outer room, and brought over a table where he usually ate with Xiaoqian'er and the others.

This table is also boxy and of the right height to serve as a temporary desk.

Gui Hu said: "Zhao Rong, I'm tired, I need to rest for a few days, talk less, I have something for you..."

"Why are you the one who has a lot of shit and sleeps every day?" Zhao Rong just heard a few words, and interrupted it impatiently.

"Yo, my temper is on the rise, and I yelled at me." Sword Spirit laughed.

It was strange that it was not angry about this, and its tone was inexplicably smiling.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips, but didn't reply, and felt that his tone was a bit heavy just now.

Gui now's tiredness is also because of helping him just now.

It's just that Zhao Rong doesn't want to apologize now. For some reason, he always feels very impatient at this moment, and his heart... is full of distracting thoughts.

He hummed softly, and immediately, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a little oil stain on the new desk.

The young Confucian scholar frowned, took a tablecloth, spread it on the new desk, and rearranged the Four Treasures of the Study.

This tablecloth is a bit wide, and after covering the desk completely, it hangs down from all sides of the table, and there is still room to spare after touching the ground.

He glanced at it, and kicked the hanging tablecloth angrily, but he didn't bother to care about it.

Zhao Rong didn't know that at this moment, a few strange bloodstains faintly appeared on the edges of his brown pupils where they met the whites of his eyes.

The bloodstains are fleeting, even with other people, it is difficult to catch them with the naked eye...

"Okay, you can sleep if you want, but what about the exercises you agreed? You haven't given it to me yet. You said let me see it before. I've seen it. It's really amazing, but you didn't give me the specific exercises. , how do I practice?"

Zhao Rong was upset.

Gui Youzai said: "This seat said before, if you want to practice this skill, you must first understand your mind and see your nature."

"Couldn't it be that the one you showed me just now is not this test of clarity?"

"Heh, where is this? Do you know what it means to see one's nature clearly?"

Jian Ling paused, his tone was suddenly serious, and he asked continuously:
"From Fuyao Realm, it's not just about cultivating strength. From now on, cultivating the Tao means cultivating the mind. Where is the Tao? In the depths of the heart lake, or wandering between heaven and earth?
"Cultivators have five senses and six senses, and the water in the heart lake has a lot of thoughts, how do you capture the thing that is the 'Tao' among all these feelings?

"If the heart is not clear and the original nature is not seen, it is like a blind man touching an elephant! When he touches one, he says it is the way. How can such a half-assed person pursue the way?
"What is Tao? What is Tao? Can you explain it clearly? No one knows, and you can only understand it yourself, because everyone's feelings and experiences are different, and everyone's Tao is also different.

"Seeing your nature with a clear mind means that you have truly faced up to your seven emotions and six desires, understood all the dirty thoughts in your heart, sorted out your thoughts from them, stopped deceiving your heart, and found that thing called Tao!
"Once you succeed, you will be able to know that it is the Tao wherever you start in the future... The premise of all this is that you can see your mind clearly."

Sword Spirit said:

"Isn't the martial artist I showed you just now scary? Is he powerful?

"Even though the flesh and blood have been polluted to the point of incomparable filth, under the wrapping of all kinds of evil blood mist and demon dragon soul, there is still a piece of pure blue glass color, pure and unblemished, indestructible and indestructible."

"Even if these evil thoughts and desires are a hundred times and a thousand times stronger, they will have no effect on him. The Dao Heart is like that bone, as clear as glass."

It said every word, sonorous and forceful, "This is the pinnacle martial artist who can control this set of weird skills!"

Zhao Rong was silent, put his hands on the table, crossed his fingers, and propped his chin.

He solemnly said: "What should I do."

Gui chuckled: "You don't have to do anything deliberately. See your nature clearly, see your nature clearly, heh, Zhao Rong, do you still remember the piece of clothing at the foot of Youshan Mountain when you first arrived in Duyou City a few months ago? something?"

Zhao Rong frowned slightly and nodded.

"remember."

That time, he woke up after being scolded by Gui Changkuai.

It made him look straight into his heart...

Gui smiled, "This time, I won't scold you. Whether you can truly see your heart and see your nature, everything depends on you. The Japanese Zodiac also happens to be resting these few days, so you just pretend that I don't exist, and be you normally." Don't worry about your own affairs...

"Wait for you for a few days, when you can see your mind and see your nature at a certain moment, the rest will be very simple... Heh, you actually turned around and asked me for the exercises..."

Sword Spirit shook his head.

"Zhao Rong, don't let me wait too long. Heh, whether you can see your heart or not depends on the first few choices, and the countless choices in the future. It seems that people have choices, but in the end they will follow Following the first few times of the road, a lot of things are like this..."

It has a faint tone.

Zhao Rong was silent.

"By the way, there is one more thing that you have to do as soon as possible." Gui said suddenly.

Zhao Rong nodded without saying a word, "Say it."

"I just heard from you that you came to this place called Dali to do Fengchan. Will you go back to the academy in the next few days?"

Zhao Rong shook his head: "Brother Yiwu and I have no plan to go back before Feng Chan ends."

He was curious, "Why are you asking this?"

Gui Zhi said: "You have to fetch some more water from Zhengguan Well. After you see your mind's clarity, practice this strange technique. The dragon energy in this well water will be of great use..."

"You'd better go back as soon as possible." It urged.

Zhao Rong heard the words and reported.

Regarding this practice, he has always put it first.

At this time, the young Confucian scholar thought for a while, and said thoughtfully:

"It's not that I don't have time to go back at all. In the afternoon, brother Yiwu was in the Ministry of Rites, and I have almost arranged the matter of the Fengchan ceremony. The main purpose of these few days is to wait for the end of the stipulated time limit for the Dugu clan and the little emperor to guard the spirit, and go to Jiyue Mountain together. ..."

"But if you just go back for a personal matter, wouldn't it be a little bad...

"Hey, wait, there is one more thing. A certain student in the academy had agreed to come here to take a look, but he never came. Brother Yiwu and I were discussing not long ago, should we send a letter back to remind us... ..."

Jianling listened to Zhao Rong for a while and said to himself, "Okay, you can make arrangements according to the situation."

Zhao Rong nodded, probably having some ideas in his mind.

Afterwards, he didn't continue to think about it, and refocused on the immediate task.

Zhao Rong calmed down, thought about it carefully, and still couldn't help asking in doubt:

"Seeing one's nature clearly... Does that mean that I should restrain my distracting thoughts, get rid of all kinds of desires, and achieve a clear mind?"

Gui didn't speak, but just smiled and asked, "Desires and distracting thoughts, thoughts and thoughts, can you really suppress them?"

Zhao Rong fell into deep thought again.

Gui yawned, "Well, I just want to give you a friendly reminder. Think about it carefully, have you become a little different since you just watched the video of Xinhu?"

Zhao Rong was taken aback.

He lowered his head slowly, looking at the newly replaced desk and the tablecloth that he just picked up casually.

Sword Spirit glanced at the scene of the young Confucian scholar's heart lake, "After you have seen some things, they have left a brand in your eyes and in your heart, and the change... has already begun."

"You mean..." Zhao Rong asked again.

"Okay, okay, think about it for yourself, don't disturb me."

Sword Spirit yawned and interrupted his words.

After the words fell, it stopped paying attention to him, and fell silent in the heart lake.

In the house, at the table.

Zhao Rong frowned gradually.

"Knowing the mind...seeing the mind..."

He got up and paced around the room, frowning and nodding.

No wonder I felt something was wrong just now, my mind was irritable for no reason, and all kinds of desires and thoughts were breeding in my heart.

And as long as there is a little introduction from the outside world, his certain emotional desires will be infinitely magnified, and he didn't realize it at first...

Zhao Rong stopped, with a look of vigilance on his face.

"Stop thinking, I want to stop thinking, try to calm my thoughts, and my heart is like still water."

When is his heart the quietest?
Reading and writing, practicing boxing and walking, and when being pressed by Yu Huaijin, practicing piano and drawing orthographic characters.

So he did what he said, and Zhao Rong returned to the table, took out the banknotes and inkstones, and began to write quietly.

After burning an incense stick, he gently put down the pen, turned around without saying a word, and punched and walked around the room...

After going back and forth like this several times, Zhao Rong's heart was like a flat lake, and there was no disturbance at first.

Huh, it really works...

He paused for a moment, and couldn't help but feel a little happy at the moment, but the next second, he realized that he secretly said 'broken'.

This little bit of joy was also suddenly magnified, making his heart flutter and filled with joy...

"How the hell can you see your heart?"

Zhao Rong was speechless and complained.

At this moment.

dong dong -- dong dong --

At the door, several rhythmic knocks came.

Zhao Rong was startled.

Who is knocking on the door in the middle of the night?

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, walked over with a doubtful face, and opened the door.

Look at the man outside the door.

He froze.

"Qing... Qingdai? Why are you here?"

Zhao Rong couldn't help but glanced at the direction of the West Wing behind her, the room was dark with no lights on.

At this time, outside the door, a beautiful woman with long hair in a black dress stood on her tiptoes, blew a breath of fragrance in the man's ear, and whispered sweetly:
"Don't worry, she's asleep~"

Zhao Rong: "..."

you...you are wrong...

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