Chapter 1097

Mountain people can't cook delicious food. The cloud family and their son are careless and don't want to waste time and effort, so the simpler the meal is, the better. Wild boars and rabbits hunted in the mountains peel off their skins, cut off fresh meat, roast and eat when they are mature; The seasons change. Plants and vegetables should grow in the season. They are picked in the woodland and grass, and boiled with clean water.

Such a meal, his father and son ate for ten years, bitter or fishy, always smelling sweet when they ate it in their mouth. The desire to talk is like an urchin. Once you catch delicious food, it's hard to give it up. But if you only taste some clear taste, you can be happy and don't feel its pain. Yuntianqing can be lonely. Yuntianhe eats so happily, but he just hasn't seen the world.

After dinner, the sunset disappears and the night comes quietly. Yuntianqing lit the oil lamp. When he was reading at night, he suddenly felt bored and discouraged, so he only looked at the lamp and remained silent.

Yuntianhe couldn't bear to play. He went to practice in front of the door with a wooden sword. Before he finished his homework of waving 300 swords a day, he cut his sword again. Yuntianqing listened to it secretly in the house. The sound of waving the sword was less than 70. Soon, the sword roared steeply, buzzing, like a cow roaring, and his Qi was like a waterfall.

The sound of the sword roar is fashionable and weak at the beginning. It is like a person who has been ill for a long time. It is difficult to continue. It becomes more and more powerful. It roars like anger and is full of Qi. The wind danced with the sword on all sides. At the beginning, the paper on the window was blown, and there was a sound of croaking. Immediately, the window edge was pulled, shaking and rustling. Soon, the wind became strong, blowing the mountains and forests, and the night waves, and the birds cried.

For a time, the hurricane on qingluan peak was blowing, and the sword filled the universe. The clouds and sky were sitting in the house, but they felt that they were flying a boat in the waves, which was quite a sense of atmospheric huff and puff and overturning mountains and rivers. Because the house was simple and the walls were airy, the lights in front of him shook. Instead of going out, they were helped by the sword outside the house. The light became more and more bright, clear and hot.

Yun Tianqing sighed in his heart that this sword formula has such a spirit. It's really like the sky on the big day. It shines on all things in the daytime. Its sword Qi is like Yi. It is subtle, silent and in the same world. At night, the divine light is held high, the wind and clouds are stressed, the lights are lit, and the light shines through the dark yellow. This is the first-class sword in the six realms. I don't know what kind of expert and wonderful scholar created this sword formula.

Outside, yuntianhe dances swords constantly. The sword meaning is mysterious, which stimulates the intersection of yin and Yang between heaven and earth and atmospheric convection. The sky was thick with cumulus clouds, and finally it rained cats and dogs. When the rain falls, the heat and cold coincide, and the weather turns from prosperity to decline. The sword intention of yuntianhe guides the rain accumulated in recent days, just like the birds calling for spring. When spring comes, hundreds of birds sing together, and the sound of calling for spring will stop immediately. The sword dancers also put their swords in their scabbards when the tide rises. At this moment, he regained his mind. His head was drenched by the heavy rain. He immediately shouted and hurried back to the house to take shelter from the rain.

Yun Tianqing knew what he was doing, but said, "you boy, you don't practice well during the day. At night, when it's going to rain, you're excited. Don't come quickly and change your clothes."

Yun Tianhe scratched his head, ashamed and happy, "Dad, it's fun to dance swords. I want to stay in the house and be bitten by insects. I might as well go out and play. Who wants to play for a while, it rained. "

He took off his wet coat. Yunfu handed him a towel to wipe him dry and put on a new dry suit. Father and son sat by the bed gossiping.

"Boy, do you have a name for the sword technique you learned?"

Yuntianhe looked happy. "Yes, the man said, it's called shit sword."

"Nonsense! The power of the divine sword should not be humiliated. " Cloud father also blurted out that when he wanted to come, such an exquisite sword idea must have a great origin and a very powerful name. Watching the sword is like writing. The creation of any sword technique must pay great efforts, such as writing articles and poems. Every word is a drop of painstaking efforts. I hope it can be spread all over the world and enjoy a good reputation both ancient and modern. Such a divine sword was created by the gods, and it must be cherished. It should have a famous name as much as possible. How can it be called bullshit sword technique!

It seems that either the person who preached the sword was not the one who created the sword, and had a deep hatred with the person who created the sword, so he granted these divine swords to children and slandered them with derogatory words. Or, the swordsman is really a very handsome person. He only pays attention to the principle of heavy sword, regardless of the name and section. Otherwise, he has great skills and treats only swordsmanship like grass. He only hates the dust of the divine sword!

Seeing that Yunfu was angry, yuntianhe immediately panicked, "I'm sorry, Dad, boy, did the boy say something wrong?"

"You boy," yuntianqing sighed and shook his head, "wrong is wrong, right is right. I don't know if I'm wrong. How can I ask others? Others have their own reasons, and you are right. In his opinion, it is wrong, and he also says you are wrong. "

Yuntianhe smiled foolishly, "Dad, what you said is reasonable."

Father Yun was amused by the silly son, "you. Dad didn't understand this until soon. Your father and I will be buried together with your mother in shichenxi cave when I die. I have arranged everything properly. There are mechanisms at the cave entrance. Ordinary people can't break in. Don't bother to disturb us. If you want to be filial, you should burn three incense sticks on my memorial tablet sooner or later. When the incense I left is burned, you don't have to burn it anymore. As for your mother... She hasn't set up a memorial tablet for her for many years. That's what she means. Let's not go against it. "

Yuntianhe was immediately sad, "Dad, if you go, there will be no one to play with the child. Will you not go?"

Cloud father laughed, "silly boy, everyone has this day. Besides, I'm going to accompany your mother. Don't you have a good time alone?"

This was the first time yuntianhe thought about death. Both father and son avoided the topic and talked and laughed. The light of the oil lamp on the table was driven by the sword, and the light was bright and bright for a long time. They chatted for a long time at night, until the light burned out, the light stopped, and the house gradually dimmed. Yunfu stopped talking and urged the child to go to sleep early, He is also ready to rest.

Before going to bed, Yun Tianqing blew out the oil lamp. In the sudden darkness, Yun Tianhe quietly asked, "Dad, are people going to die?"

"Yes, it's not something we can decide."

"Is there anyone in the world who can not die?"

"... what do you want to do so much? Go to bed early."

"Oh." The child was silent, and there was silence in the house. There was only the sound of rain between heaven and earth.

The next morning. After the clouds and rain, the weather is fine.

Yuntianhe got up early to wash and eat, and then happily went to check the trap. It rained last night, and the rabbits didn't want to come out. The animal trap caught two thin male rabbits, both of whom were dead. Yuntianhe hung the rabbits around his waist, crossed the woods and came to the shady cliff of qingluan peak. There were some vines on the cliff, like a dense net. There was a cave hidden in the vines, This is the residence of the sword preacher. Yuntianhe lay on the edge of the cliff and shouted, "Hey! I came to see you! "

A dull voice came back from the bottom, "come on, what's your name?"

Yuntianhe immediately felt embarrassed, "Hey! I came to see you! " With such a cry, he would climb down the vine.

The vines on the cliff seem strong and dense, but not every one is solid. Some vines whose roots have withered have green branches. Once they are caught, they are easy to loose. Yuntianhe has been active since childhood. He is a good hand in tree climbing and rock climbing. It's even easier to distinguish vines. However, the dangerous cliff was so dangerous that ordinary people were frightened when they saw it. Yuntianhe had never been persistent in life and death before, so he walked on the ground. Last night, he thought about the word of death for the first time. Suddenly, his heart was like a shackle. Looking at the ordinary cliff in the past, he was also very strange at the moment.

Yuntianhe's hands and feet are faster than his brain. This is a good thing. Before he has time to be afraid, his body has climbed down the vine for about ten feet. But then he looked at the misty Valley and shook up for the first time.

The swordsman in the cliff cave shouted again, "boy, you move faster!"

Yuntianhe was at a loss at the moment. He answered subconsciously and climbed quickly. Unfortunately, he acted foolishly and recklessly this time. He grabbed a withered vine in his hand and couldn't bear it. The root whisker broke, and he also fell down.

"Ah!" Yuntianhe shouted and was carried into the hole with his back neck in the air.

Yuntianhe was not afraid. As soon as the boy landed, he took off the rabbit and said, "I'll bring you a present. My father said, "you must repay me for teaching me such a powerful skill."

The swordsman rolled his eyes. "Just two rabbits?"

Yun Tianhe was embarrassed and blushed. "I'm weak now. When I grow up, I'll hunt mountain pigs for you."

The swordsman waved his hand lazily, "come on, when you grow up, I'll go long ago."

Yuntianhe was surprised, "are you going to die, too?"

The sword preacher was furious, "fart, I won't die. I'm going away, okay? "

Yuntianhe was still naive, "I know you're going down the mountain. Isn't it good on the mountain? "

The man shook his head, "just stay here and practice your sword. I have taught you all the sword principles you should know with my heart seal. If you practice more and think more in the future, you will naturally be a generation of qingluan peak sword God." After that, the man sneered, "boy, I have only two sides with you. Yesterday and today, you won't see me again in the future. Is there anything you want to ask? "

Yuntianhe heard the words "ah!" Gave a loud cry.

"What are you doing?"

The little boy looked sad. "Why do you all have to go? Dad's going, you're going, too. If we can't see it all our life, then, that... "He" that "for a long time, but he couldn't say a word or two.

The sword preacher shook his head, "fool boy, there are always gatherings and dispersions in the world. Sometimes when you see someone for the first time, maybe it's farewell. At that time, how can you understand? Only when you recall later, can you find out what you missed."

Yuntianhe nodded, "I see."

"What do you understand?"

"Every time we meet, we should cherish it as if it was the last side."

The swordsman nodded and shook his head. "It's good, but it's not good, but it's already very good."

Yuntianhe doesn't know what to ask. He doesn't know where to ask. The world is always limited to the pain of life and death. At a young age, he will experience these. No matter how stupid he is, he should always feel something. When he was thinking, he suddenly heard a sword chant from the Lingtai. It turned out that this feeling was incorporated into his heart seal, as if plants absorb nutrients and nurture vitality.

The sword preacher did not set up words and gave oral formulas. He planted the sword in the heart of yuntianhe by heart to heart. For example, he planted a bodhi tree on his Lingtai and always absorbed his thoughts and understanding as supplies. Although the tree is owned by others, it can bear fruit one day, which is yuntianhe's own harvest. Like Yunfu, the swordsman accompanied yuntianhe to gossip for a while and drove him away. When he came, he fell down on the cliff carelessly. He was only trapped by Kwai TSE, but now he was going to go. He also needed to climb up the vine. He came and went one way ago. His mood had changed slightly. Now, though he still can not break the barrier, he is not frightened by his fear. So the boy quickly and quickly, like a monkey, climbed to the top of the cliff. Turning around and looking back, the mountain was filled with fog and steep walls. All kinds of dangers could no longer make him panic. For a time, yuntianhe enjoyed the mountain wind blowing his face. He just felt it difficult to express his mind. He turned into the forest, took a dead branch and practiced swordsmanship on the spot, but he spoke with the sword and expressed his mind freely. Like yesterday's dusk, the sword road in the daytime is silent. However, the sun and stars turn in the sky. The directions of the day are different and the weather changes. The sword road in the morning is also different from that in the evening. At dusk, the sun sinks in the West and the night is coming. Therefore, we should accumulate our spirit, contain it but not send it. The sword idea only changes the circulation and spreads for up to ten steps. When the night is covered, the natural spirit will flourish and travel on behalf of the sun, which will shine on the world. In the early morning, when the sun rises in the East, everything wakes up. Therefore, the sword road is full of energy and the sword meaning is prosperous. When yuntianhe dances his sword, his mind leaps over qingluan peak and meets with all kinds of Qi machines. His mind is big without injury, strong without struggle, so he can't feel anything. Only because he is a beginner and can't see the heat, he can only feel a few miles around. When his Swordsmanship is successful and his mind is like a dragon, he can fly through the green world and escape from the yellow spring. He can go everywhere in the six realms. He practiced happily here, guiding Qi with God and conducting Qi. The circulation of essence and Qi was unhappy. The more he practiced, the stronger he became. It seemed that he could practice endlessly. Suddenly, there was a feeling in my heart. Two Qi mechanisms suddenly dissipated. One was the sword preacher. He came and went like fog and was unpredictable. This time, I must have gone on a long trip. Another Qi engine is Yunfu. His time has come. He is self styled in shichenxi cave and buried with his dead wife. This time, he gave up. Yuntianhe was surprised and hurried back to the wooden house. There was no shadow of his father Yun Tianqing in the house. Only the vegetables on the table were still hot, and everything seemed to be the same as in the past. The young yuntianhe knew that his father would never come back to eat with him, play with him and teach him martial arts. Missing this, yuntianhe had a deeper attachment to the word of death in his heart. He stood blankly and suddenly felt a slight heat on his cheeks, but he unconsciously shed tears.