Chapter 265

There are three people holding up umbrellas for Ling Yun: the old woman selling steamed buns in her childhood, Mr. Meng in her youth, and Shi Qinglian in her youth.

The people who hold up umbrellas for Ling Yun in the world are Pei Lixia, who I met when I was young, Chen Xi, Chen Diao temple and green clothes, who I met when I was travelling far away. They are "little elder martial brother, is this the order to leave?" Ling Yun joked.

Shi Qinglian narrowed her eyes with a smile, "headquarters can make a beautiful woman wait for a long time."

Ling Yun was uncomfortable for the first time, and then he asked, "that little elder martial brother doesn't have a confidant."

Shi Qinglian picked up a book and shook it. "There is a beauty in the book."

Although the second elder martial brother Ling Yun met was middle-aged, he was a little younger. He was also the graceful young man and the best son of the turbid world. But when he was middle-aged, he was full of poetry and books, and he was more elegant and beautiful.

The little elder martial brother, shiqinglian, is naturally not bad. She looks very good. If no girl likes her, Lingyun thinks it must be the girl's bad eyes. But if the elder martial brother doesn't want to say it, he won't ask any more. Anyway, he won't say, "I'd like to stay you for a few more days, but although the town is small, it's not so simple because it has all five internal organs."

It's because Ling Yun connects part of the cause and effect of aging. But Ling Yun is different. He's like a silkworm chrysalis, covered with silk thread. It's not because Shi Qinglian dislikes and is afraid of trouble. It's because the longer Ling Yun stays here, the more unknown variables there are. The town doesn't have to be able to survive, and the residents may not be able to survive, So this is the reason for "chasing customers".

But now Ling Yun's troubles can only be solved by himself. If there is another 40 or 50 years ago, Shi Qinglian really doesn't mind helping Ling Yun peel off the silk threads one by one, and then solve them slowly.

"When I come back from Zhenbei City, I'll invite my elder martial brother to drink again." Ling Yun said.

Shi Qinglian said, "it's going to take a long time. I'll leave some wine for my little elder martial brother and some for my husband. Good wine, sir."

"I know," Ling Yun said with a smile, "little elder martial brother asked me to come here today, not to talk about these things?"

Shi Qinglian nodded slightly. Of course, it's not these things. There are a lot of mustard seeds in Lingyun's mind. Some of them are left by Mr. Meng to protect Lingyun's mind. Some of them are left by Lingyun's father to prevent Lingyun from being taken away one day or disturbed by someone. And Mr. Meng, for the sake of Lingyun's spiritual cultivation, walks more smoothly and resists the demons, Lingyun in white is the strongest guarantee of Lingyun's mind. As long as Lingyun in white has the same spirit, Lingyun's mind will always retain some aura.

Besides, there are not as many heart and soul mustards as stars, but there are also many, large and small. There are nearly 100 of them. Of these heart and soul mustards, three or five are not simple. They can only be kept for a while, but he can help solve the rest. This is one of the main purposes of his calling Ling Yun to come here today.

Ling Yun's soul is gradually torn and slowly healed under the main road. This strange state is actually the dissipation of Ling Yun's own qi movement. Qi movement is in exchange for life. Qi movement belongs to this heaven and earth, which is tantamount to borrowing life from heaven and earth.

Fortunately, it didn't take long and didn't kill a lot, but later he got the sword. The cause and effect of the road chain and Lingyun were integrated. It can be said that Lingyun's own troubles were solved ahead of time. The road and the road kill each other, which made room for Lingyun's rest. However, it's not easy to walk in the future. We have to wait until the road is completely wiped out, Lingyun is equal to a high-rise building on the flat ground. Once you step into the building, you may not have to go up, or even higher. It depends on the mutual cancellation between the chain of the main road and the cause and effect of the main road.

In fact, the jade hairpin that Mr. Lin gave to Ling Yun was to pull Ling Yun's soul away from it when it was broken, and then come back. So in the time when Ling Yun's soul was broken, it was the time when his mind was the least clear, which was a disadvantage, but there was no way to solve it.

When it comes to the hurt of the soul, even the Taoist and Buddhist masters will have a headache.

What's more, Ling Yun broke his courage and heart, and dispersed his noble spirit, which had a great influence on his own literary movement. It can be said that he lost the general, which made Shi Qinglian a little curious. What kind of person would take Ling Yun's literary movement from Yasheng's hands is not only bold, but also high means. Anyway, it must have something to do with the mind mustard in Lingyun's heart.

"There are some things to say," Shi Qinglian motioned Ling Yun to sit down. The scholar in Qingshan folded his hands on his belly and said gently, "I'll show you a picture."

Lingyun's eyes show the dark sea, half blue sky and white clouds, the sea is clear, the other half black as ink, the sky is gloomy and depressing.

There are also coasts on both sides. Along the boundary between black and white sky, there is also a boundary between the coasts. On the right side, there is a wasteland with many weeds. A dark green Python runs through it, spitting letters from time to time. There are many dark shadows fighting each other with cruel means. In the future, there are mountains of dead bones, shrouded in the black air.

On the other side of the left bank is the withered mountain forest. It is lifeless. There is a gorgeous tiger, thin and bony, lying alone on the big hill. His eyes are red with blood, cruel and violent. Then there is the smoke of war, blood floating in the scull, shouting to kill the sky, and the corpse is like a mountain.

Out of this dark world, on the left bank is the grass growing and the trees flourishing. There is still a tiger lying alone in it. But on its side, there are mountains, birds and beasts, playing wantonly. Occasionally, the tiger will get up and fight with them. Then, the people who live and work in peace and contentment will be happy and happy.

In the middle of the sea, a dark dragon looked up. On the dragon's head, a young man was sitting cross legged. He held his arms in his arms and looked relaxed. From left to right, he was a very small child with luxurious clothes. Then he was a child with ragged shoes and clothes. Then he was a child with basket, firewood and books on his back. Then he was a young man with books. He looked peaceful, In the middle is the most relaxed young man.

On the right is a young man dressed in white with elegant temperament. On the right is a young man dressed in armor with a cold look. On the far right is a young man dressed in white with a sword box, a Tang sword on his left, a fairy sword on his right and a wine pot on his right.

The right coast is a vast grassland. The dark green Python is still in it, still lying on its back. It doesn't mind if there are children playing on it. Although the people behind are not as comfortable as those on the left bank, they are self-sufficient, sincere and peaceful.

After all, Shi Qinglian turned back, but Ling Yun closed his eyes. In fact, he didn't have to finish reading it. He knew what he was like, because he was the most real embodiment of his mood, or it was Ling Yun's mood.

Shi Qinglian thought about it and said gently, "if you don't finish reading it, how do you know what you are like?"

"Deliberately avoid their own heart, Lingyun or Lingyun?" Shi Qinglian said.

Ling Yun opens his eyes, and there are actually seven or eight pictures left, but some of them are not clear. The clearest one is a picture of a barefoot child mending his worn shoes and clothes, with a runny nose, but the child doesn't feel so unhappy.

The second one is a young man in white, carrying a book in his left hand and reciting aloud in his right hand.

The third one is a young man in white, holding a Tang sword in his hand. He is happy in the world.

The fourth one is a young man with a sword.

The fifth blessing is a young man in a Taoist robe, walking in the mountains and rivers.

The sixth is a young man in armor, who goes to court with a sword and can discuss state affairs and fight on the battlefield.

The seventh picture is very vague, but the first half is very clear. It shows a child flying a kite on a man's shoulder, followed by an elegant and gentle woman who can't see her face clearly.

I can't see what the eighth one looks like.

Shi Qinglian put away the picture scroll and said with a smile: "Xiao Lingyun, a scholar, a river lake, a sword fairy, a Taoist, and an unparalleled scholar, who is eager to be ordinary and reunited with his family, and a very vague self for the time being, should not be able to read the Buddhist books."

"So which one is you?" Shi Qinglian asked, "younger martial brother, which one do you want to be?"

Once again, the picture passes in front of Lingyun's eyes one by one, and then a Lingyun in black appears. Standing in the dark, he looks indifferent, and his eyes are cold. "Or this himself?"

Ling Yun frowned, his mind turned, the eight painting people scuffled together, sewing clothes on the side of the small Ling Yun, pursed his lips watching, do not cry, do not shout.

Ling Yun slowly closed his eyes, his mouth spilled a trace of blood, Shi Qinglian sat quietly beside, the problem is very big, a long time, can be solved slowly, "little younger martial brother, how many faces do you think a person has?"

"A face."

"How many states of mind?"

"One."

"It's very clear that those are your moods."

"But is it really me?"

"Then you have to ask yourself."

"Little elder martial brother, which one is the best?"

"If I decide, is that Ling Yun I expect, or Ling Yun himself?"

Ling Yun tilted his head, "but what little elder martial brother expected, and what two gentlemen expected, is not what I expected of myself."

"Not good enough." Shi Qinglian shakes her head. This answer is not good enough. But it's a wonderful thing to bury this question in Ling Yun's heart. One day, younger martial brother will come up with his own answer.

"That's not very good for elder martial brother."

"It's really not good."

What Ling Yun said was Shi Qinglian's expectation, but Shi Qinglian said was Ling Yun's own idea.

Shi Qinglian asked again, "what is the purpose of practicing sword?"

"Revenge

"After revenge?"

"Practice sword."

"After practicing sword?"

"I don't know."

Shi Qinglian suddenly remembers Ling Yun's Kendo guide, and calls Bu know. In fact, Bu know has something to do with Buddhism Tantric school. But Bu know is really know. The "don't know" of Tantric school is also really don't know. Ling Yun's don't know is also really don't know, because he lacks some Tao that he should know.

"How many swordsmen have you seen?"

"A lot of... Right..." there are a lot of sword repairs in Zhenbei city.

"Have you ever been happy?"

"It's not pleasant..."

"What do you think of Jian Xiu's pleasure?"

"The sky is wide and unrestrained. I have a sword to level everything."

"What about the rules? What about etiquette? "

Ling Yun fell into silence again. He sat on the chair and frowned. Shi Qinglian didn't continue to ask, leaving Ling Yun to think alone.

When the first light of the next day shines on Ling Yun's eyes, Ling Yun slowly opens his eyes. In his heart stands a young man in white, and beside him stands a woman in black. The young man in white holds an ordinary long sword.

He waved his sword slowly, and the mountains and rivers were flat.

"The world is drunk and free." Young men in white roar.

Lingyun spit out a foul air, showing a gentle smile, tone of mild said: "I am the world melancholy guest."