Han Shan’s Sword Unsheathed

The year is approaching, and the solitary Hanshan naturally has no New Year atmosphere. For the disciples of the Falun Dafa, the end of the year only means the exam.

The turning point that determines the fate of the future is coming. The annual meeting of Yamashita's "Hanmen City" is lively again, the fireworks and firecrackers are loud again, and I have no intention of slipping out to play.

Only Yu Qishu's face glowed with spring light, and everyone laughed when she saw it, with 'Happy New Year' written on her face.

Fine snowflakes fell in the vast sky, Meng Xueli wore a thick cloak, embraced the hand furnace to the main peak, and visited the real person in charge.

Ever since Meng Xueli played a game in Yanjianping, "Jixiao Daolu" is no longer a vague shadow that will not show Changchun Peak for three years. Many inner disciples have recognized him and met him on the mountain road and saluted him actively. say hello.

The real person in charge is replying to the letter to the temple, and when he sees him, he smiles lovingly:

"In the snow, you came just right. I have been entangled in everything recently, but I forgot to look for you."

The fact that Mingyue Lake was sanctified by the Qing people really caused Hanshan a headache. However, the soldiers will block it, and the water will cover it.

The head thought that Meng Xueli came from the big sea secret.

"You can rest assured when you travel in the secret realm. I have rearranged the disciples to walk with you. They are the three people who have a strong temperament and are reliable in their work.

Meng Xueli hurriedly put down the hot tea: "I have no problem going by myself! I can beat Zhou Wu, more than enough to protect myself. It was originally my idea, how can I bring others in?"

The head waved his hand: "It's not tired, the three of them voluntarily signed up. For the sake of security, let's go together, so that we old fellows can feel at ease."

Meng Xueli can fight across the border, proving that the combat power and talent are good. But when he was a young man with Ji Xiao, he must have had little experience of traveling and fighting the enemy. The complex environment of the Hanhai Secret Realm and the sinister heart of the people is not a one-to-one, bright and fair sword on Yan Jianping. The head thought so.

When Meng Xueli listened, he knew that this was a decision after the deliberation of Hanshan Zhongfeng. It was difficult to resign and nodded. Turning to talking about wanting to accept Yu Qishu as a disciple.

The head sighed: "It's him. He has a special status at both ends of the first egret city. It's really not easy to install."

He has seen many such dudes.

If you were born at the age of Taiping, you should have been 'a cockfighting dog and a dog all your life. However, now that the dark tide of the practice world is surging, the wind and rain are coming, and the younger generation is still ignorant and ignorant, and it has become a **** of the family's pathfinder and a victim of the struggle of power.

The head thought for a while: "He is willing to be your disciple, but it's okay. Just the ceremony is not invalid. You have to attend the year-end exams, and he also has to pay the teacher's ritual."

Meng Xueli responded: "Everything is done according to the rules. After apprenticeship, I will take him back to Changchun Peak."

The head nodded with relief.

He doesn't expect Meng Xueli to be a master, and teach Yu Qishu to become a monk, only to find a playmate for Meng Xueli. So as not to miss the dead husband all day long, I can't think of it one day, and go away with Ji Xiao.

The place of Changchun Peak is spacious, where one person lives and two or three people live.

...

No matter how scared or expecting the disciples of Falun Dafa, this day finally came.

The night before New Year's Eve, the disciples bathed in incense and meditated all night. When the sky was bright, go to the main hall of the main peak.

This year, there are more than 200 disciples in the Six-House of Yanfa Hall, walking on the winding mountain road.

Rare wind and snow stop, clouds and fog disperse, Hanshan peaks reveal the original appearance, or towering and dangerous, or beautiful.

The disciples watched the pine forest at the foot of the mountain getting smaller and smaller until it disappeared.

The square in front of the main hall is wide, with tables and chairs neatly arranged, each seat spaced a foot away, and only occupies one tenth of the square.

More than twenty deacons have arrived and arranged for all the disciples to sit down. After the square, the main hall door was opened, empty, and the elders had not yet arrived.

Each year the elders who have the will to accept are different. The deacon must arrange the seats in advance according to the identity of the elders. Because a congenital sword spirit body emerged this year, many elders wanted to check it out.

Meng Xueli's cultivation base is not high, but his seniority is high. The agent is second only to the head and the masters of the peaks. The other elders were behind him.

The news spread from the deacon hall, and some inner disciples did not like Meng Xueli, and gave birth to many criticisms:

"Looking at the late Jianzun's face, calling him" Elder ", he really regards himself as an elder? In the realm of" Quality Perfection ", I am also embarrassed to accept the disciples and mistake my children!"

"Can he beat Brother Zhou once, he thought he was amazing? But who would worship a Qi Refining Realm as a teacher? No one would be his disciple by then, and see what he would do."

Some disciples liked Meng Xueli, so he spoke for him:

"Elder Meng is patient and gentle, and as a disciple, he will definitely not be trained, and the magical magic weapon left by the real person of Ji Xiao is available. Even if it cannot be a avenue, life will be comfortable. Elder Meng is not forcing others Why not worship him as a teacher? "

Meng Xueli didn't know the various opinions among the disciples in the inner door. Yesterday evening, before he left the Fafa Hall, he was surrounded by groups.

Several young disciples who often asked him questions, heard that he was going to attend the assessment this year, but wanted to worship him as a teacher.

Meng Xueli shook his head: "This is wrong, you come to learn swords, but I have not practiced swordsmanship. I only accept your brother Yu."

The disciples cast their envious eyes on Yu Qishu. I saw that Yu Qishu was wearing a brand-new brocade with a straight back and a radiant look.

Suddenly someone asked: "Who do you think Brother Xiao will worship as a teacher?"

Immediately, a disciple replied: "This is still a question. This year's head also attended the assessment. It must be a worship of the real person!"

"But how can I listen to Ziyanfeng's brother said that Brother Xiao is suitable for practicing the sword of Thunderfire, and he wants to worship Ziyanfeng as his teacher."

"Your news is inaccurate! The day before yesterday, I saw Brother Chong Bifeng coming to Brother Xiao. He definitely planned to visit Chong Bifeng."

Meng Xueli listened, thinking that Xiao Xiaoyun had become a confectionery. Also, the qualifications are there, who does n’t want to accept a genius disciple, glorious lintel?

He still keeps the thousand-word article written by Xiao Shiyun, but the game of children's house wine, such as ‘Hang Ji Dang’, should indeed be over.

Xiao Xiunyun will go to some mountain, do not know which mountain peak, worship a good master, and begin the monotonous life of practicing sword and practicing hard, and he must prepare for the secret of Hanhai. There is probably no intersection.

I thought no one would lean over from the back row and put a hand on the back of his chair to talk. Meng Xueli actually felt a touch of loss.

...

The morning bell echoed among the mountains, and the birds in the forest flew.

Meng Xueli took Daotong into the grand hall, and the deacon led him into the seat, serving melon and fruit snacks.

The appraisal had not yet begun, he just passed the square, the disciples sat at the table and laid paper and ink. Some are calm and some are shaking. A familiar disciple greeted him quietly.

Meng Xueli whispered: "Take a good exam, don't be nervous."

He glanced at it, and the clothes of more than two hundred people were similar. It was difficult to tell. Xiao Xiaoyun was not found. However, Yu Qishu was seen from a distance.

The two looked at each other, revealing an unspoken smile.

In a short time, more than 20 elders entered the hall one after another, twice as many people as in previous years.

Behind the other elders, there were relatives who were standing around, ranging from two to three people, and as many as seven or eight people. The disciples wore swords around their waists and Qi Yuxuan.

There was only a childish airway boy standing beside Meng Xueli, and he did not have a high chair back, so Changchun Peak appeared weak and poor.

Next to him, Zi Yanfeng shook the fan, showing a motherly smile: "You are thin again."

Meng Xueli was at a loss: "What?"

Ziyanfeng pointed to the fruit and fruit snacks before the case and whispered: "Just eat if you want. Don't put these in previous years."

Meng Xueli: "... Thank you."

So other elders chatted and exchanged views on the current situation of the peaks. The elder Changchunfeng nibbled sunflower seeds.

Bells rang outside the palace.

The deacon standing on the high level in front of the hall door, announced the title aloud: "On the dilemma-"

On the square, all the disciples whispered in a low voice.

‘Blind’ refers to illusions. At the beginning of the practice, meditation enters into the time, pays attention to the heart, the spirit gathers between the tuna, and absorbs the heaven and earth aura.

But thought is very difficult to control. In this process, if you dream together, you will see illusions.

Some people saw Jinshan Yinshan piled up in front of their eyes, beautiful fairies descended from the sky, some people saw themselves soaring in the sky, traveling through the universe. Illusions vary from person to person, either greed or fear.

The subject of this assessment is to let the disciples discuss what their puzzles are and how to get rid of the illusions and calm down.

More leaky and ticking, the passage of time, everyone immersed themselves in writing, walking the dragon and snake.

Ji Xiao looked helpless and couldn't write a word.

Because he had never encountered such a problem, he didn't know what was an illusion, and he couldn't make a fuss about it.

More than two hundred years ago, Han Shan did not test essays, only the recitation of Dao Jing and basic sword style. The rules are also very overbearing. If you fail to learn from the teacher and do not want to be a deacon, you will be considered an abandonment and you will be expelled down the mountain immediately. The sword style that I once studied at the Faluntang cannot be used in the future.

Later, Ji Xiaozheng re-enacted the rules of the Dharma Church, instead of examining the sword style, and instead examined the school's understanding of the Taoist scripture, or interpreted his personal insights on spiritual practice.

In this way, even if the root talent is slightly poor and the state of progress is slightly slower, there is a great chance that the spirit and understanding shown in the article will be accepted. However, if you take the exam for one year, you can choose to go back to the law school and take the exam again next year.

At that time, Ji Xiaozheng never thought that one day, he will return to the examination room.

Heaven is good.