Jiangye: I am the immortal of this world

Chapter 17 The night is silent, and the sword energy is in full bloom!

It's almost dusk, and the wild geese return late to the north.

There are many pavilions and pavilions in Chen Mansion, and there are many elegant features among them.

But Chen Xuan chose this pavilion facing Yanming Lake, with a small mahogany table set up in the corridor.

On the table was a bowl of yellow rice, a pile of pickles, and a bowl of fragrant rice soup. The food was very light.

On Yanming Lake, apart from a few big geese playing in the water from time to time, there are only a few pairs of mandarin ducks, which is a big spoiler.

Chen Xuan sat on a low stool and said carefully: "My heart and my actions are as clear as a clear state, and everything I do is based on my original heart."

Purify the heart with the clear lake water, and clarify the clear lake water with the heart. Practice is a towering good fortune, not a good fortune that surpasses the heaven and earth.

Compare the creation of heaven and earth, and seize the creation of heaven and earth.

It seems that there is only one word difference, but it seems to be a world of difference.

In the practice of towering good fortune, you will not encounter the rumored thunder catastrophe, and some will only have distracting thoughts in your heart.

Practitioners who seize the fortune of heaven and earth will be greeted by the mighty power of heaven whenever their realms, big or small, are broken.

Doubling it makes it stronger, until it is chopped to death and its soul disappears.

But that kind of realm is not something he can reach now. That kind of realm cannot be approached without having practiced cultivation for thousands of years.

Now he is only taking a shortcut, although when he enters true tranquility, in the vermilion gourd given by Taoist ancestors, there is the sound of thousands of years of true practitioners reciting and reading scriptures.

But how difficult it is to take a shortcut!

By the lake, between corridors.

Chen Xuan held his chopsticks in his hands and watched the geese and mandarin ducks take off, while the lake and the sunset became the same color as the sky.

The pickles in the exquisite porcelain plate are sour, sweet and refreshing.

The heat of steaming yellow rice is also just right, you can taste it carefully.

Chen Xuan felt dull for a while, although this bowl of yellow rice was accompanied by sweet and sour pickles.

But compared with the bowl of yellow rice cooked by Daozu himself in the land of Zhongnan.

The bowl of yellow rice cooked by the chef in the mansion was indeed a bit bland.

But Chen Xuan still slowly finished the bowl of rice with sweet and sour pickles.

Every grain of millet is hard-won, how can it be wasted?
After Chen Xuan picked up the bowl of rice soup for digestion, it was already a star tour, but it was still there, only the moon was not visible.

For Chen Xuan, the moon is not only the moon, the moon is not seen at night, when will it be, ask the blue sky for wine.

The cold rice soup, heated by the energy of heaven and earth that gathered later, gave off steaming steam.

Chen Xuan drank it all, put down the bowl, and then said: "This is the world of mortals, and the mind is not disturbed."

When the mind is calm and the soul is revealed, one can naturally see many scenery that others cannot see.

Chen Xuan looked at the two practitioners who had been outside the green tiled wall for nearly half an hour before climbing over the wall and said, "If you sneak into my house in the dead of night, you should be punished according to the laws here."

Inside the courtyard, the bamboo forest planted all over the place was rustling, and the breeze gradually rose, blowing the branches and leaves of the mangosteen.

The bamboo leaves are green and falling, moving according to the wind. Why does the wind rise? Because of Chen Xuan's thought, the wind blew up for a moment.

The two practitioners who had sneaked into the Chen Mansion looked around slowly, and the dagger in their hands flashed a faint blue light.

The sword's body is quenched with poison and its methods are vicious. If the master here were someone else, he might really be punished on the spot.

But the owner of this place is Chen Xuan. Chen Xuan came here after being prompted by Taozu.

"Be careful, don't lose your life, this master is not easy today."

"I heard that he is a practitioner who came back from the north with Her Royal Highness the Princess."

The man in black warned softly.

Man B in black said: "Who is not a cultivator anymore, he was on the wrong team, and it would not be a pity to die."

As dead soldiers raised by an adult in the court, the meaning of their lives is to complete their mission.

The two assassins in the same group have both entered the realm of non-confusion. Killing such a pretty boy is just a matter of hands.

It's just that in this Chen Mansion, there were too many pavilions and pavilions in the former Yingming Villa.

But I still have to thank this little boy for not sending more people to guard the house, otherwise they would have to waste some twists and turns today.

After passing the rockery, two men in black, A and B, walked along the path paved with gravel to the pavilion by the lake.

As soon as they entered the secluded place in the bamboo forest, men A and B in black already felt something was wrong.

The man in black said doubtfully: "No, the wind in this bamboo forest is a bit strong!"

Man B in black said: "The wind in spring is inherently uncertain, so what kind of problem is this?"

The two men in black continued to move forward, when a strong wind suddenly blew up in the bamboo forest, and the vitality of heaven and earth suddenly gathered at this moment.

Like the top of a mountain, pressing down from above the night.

A and B, men in black, only feel that their ears are similar, and the chime bells are ringing together, and the heartbeat can't stop.

A youthful voice mixed with some vicissitudes echoed in the bamboo forest, "You two are visiting Chen's house at night, and I'm Chen Xuan. I'm here to borrow two of you for the use of the leaders of Liuyang."

The inside of the bamboo forest and the outside of the bamboo forest have been separated by the vitality of heaven and earth.

Even though it was just a thought in Chen Xuan's mind, it was enough. During these days, what often echoed in his ears was the 'Taiping Sutra'!

Taiping Jing, also known as Taiping Qing Lingshu, is especially good at talismans and seals. It is not the talisman of heaven, but the talisman of heaven and earth.

For example, calling for wind and rain, scattering beans to form soldiers, are all kinds of things here, or using yellow talismans to cure diseases and save people.

In the corridor facing Yanming Lake, Chen Xuan sat on a chair, cast his eyes at the bamboo forest, and said: "The sword has already opened its front, and it also quenches the poison. This is a sharp weapon. I have a sharp weapon in my body. When I come here at night, the principle of killing is to follow Act from your heart.”

Just like what happened on the shores of Subi Lake, if the barbarian wants to kill me, I should kill the barbarian and leave.

In the bamboo forest.

The bamboo leaves are flying and rustling, just like the joy of breaking the formation.

When music started, there seemed to be a subtle sword energy appearing on the bamboo leaves, passing through the necks of men A and B dressed in black.

"This is Dongxuan. Nianshi"

In the early spring, the leaves in the bamboo forest are green. When the music of breaking the formation sounds, the sword energy has already spread across the early spring.

Men in black, A and B, had their necks cut by bamboo leaves and died very peacefully, but they were not very peaceful.

After a while, the vitality of the world returned to calm, and Chen Xuan never left the corridor by the Yanming Lake from the beginning to the end.

As the night deepened, Chen Xuan calmed down and calmed down, and gradually became quiet, and his consciousness retreated to his heart.

Looking inside his heart, there is a faintly burning flame in the alchemy furnace.

The soul is clearly clear, the scarlet gourd, and the sound of chanting are still the same, but the Taiping Sutra has been replaced by the Sutra of Deliverance.

Chen Xuan also recited the Sutra of Crossing People, and saved the two men in black who had just died.

Repaying grievances with virtue, how to repay virtue, when repaying virtue with virtue, repaying grievances with straightness.

But in Chen's opinion, isn't it best to have no morals and no resentment?
Now he and those two men in black, can't they be regarded as having no morals and no grievances?

(End of this chapter)