C104 (1/2)

”This... Is that possible? ”

”It's not easy.” The old monk said slowly, ”But as long as you can persevere, with time, you will definitely be able to do it. This is the same situation as when you were practicing martial arts for the first time. ”

Bai Little Qiao nodded and said with boundless yearning on her face, ”That is the so-called …”

”Subhuti!” The old monk continued, ”Reaching that stage is proof that Subhuti has also stepped into the Buddhist realm. As long as you continue to persevere, don't read the scriptures, don't seek justice, don't enter the temple, and don't go out, so what? ”

”Humph!” Bai Xiaoqiao said coldly, ”I know. Old Master, you just don't want to accept me. If you don't want me to be a disciple, then so be it.”

As she spoke, she felt an indescribable frustration in her heart. It was as if she had been wronged, so she stood up and walked outside.

Behind her, the old monk's drawl of the Buddhist prayer: ”Amitabha — the girl, the Buddha is in the spring!”, and the phrase ”the Buddha is in the spring” made her pause again and turn around.

The old monk's eyes seemed to shine with an extraordinary light, filled with wisdom.

A man who has a Buddha in his heart, no matter when or where, will not and cannot act willfully, especially if he is angry.

The old monk's words were a reminder to her that she shouldn't be angry.

She was like an aggrieved child, unable to say anything. Finally, she turned around and kowtowed in front of the old monk and said, ”Old Master, please have mercy on me …” She began to cry.

Monk Chu Yun let out a soft sigh.

”Foolish child, foolish child, grief comes from the heart …” This proves that your world is full of evil things, and this old monk will never force you to leave, let you decide for yourself. ”There's a lot of time to come. You should stay at the Cloudmist Temple for now and talk about this later!”

As he spoke, the old monk's long eyebrows blinked, and he began to announce the name of the Buddha.

Deep in the night, snow fell, and the wind howled.

Wu Yuxue got off the bed. She felt a chill all over her body. She forgot to close the window before she went to bed. The wind was blowing heavily in the middle of the night. The sudden drop in temperature made her panic.

He put on his long robe and went to close the window. He only felt that the seven fingered snow mountains were really cold. At this moment, the water droplets had turned into ice. It was truly unbearable.

When he lit a lamp, he realized that this lamp was a completely new and ingenious one. It was an empty and nimble conch. Once it was lit, it was translucent, sparkling, and had a layer of mist to it. It was a tempting fantasy.

He remembered that on his first night here, his servant Bing'er had brought him this lamp, saying that it was a gift from the young lady and that she wanted him to keep it for her.

It turned out that the object came from the beautiful woman's spiritual creation, and was given to the lonely man because he was alone in his bed.

This affection was something that even a wooden figure should feel.

When Wu Yuxue lit the lamp, she seemed to see Miss Han's beautiful smile.

The thoughts of a beauty are so dexterous that it is thought that the object comes from the slender fingers of a beautiful woman, that it is always accompanied by her pillow, yet it is actually cut off and given away.

However, Wu Yuxue would rather be blind — blind to everything, deaf — blind to everything.

Sadly, he was neither blind nor deaf.

Thus, he had no choice but to be moved by everything that surrounded him. What could he possibly endure?

Arriving at the Seven Fingers Snow Mountain was already the fifth day.

What surprised him the most was that at the peak of this ice mountain, who could have such an aura? Was it from Mr Feng Qi's fantasy? Or was it the great idea of our ancestors?

In any case, this person's superhuman aura was already superior.

It was similar to the legendary Moon Freezing Palace. When the Tang Xuan Sect's Imperial Concubine Ye Meng ascended to the Immortal Realm, she would soar into the Moon in pairs to become ”GuangHan”. That ”GuangHan Jade is a toad” was described as a world of jade and jade.

Wu Yuxue took a step inside and was placed within the quiet courtyard of Mingtai. She was like a flowing river with half a wall of earth and a plum tree facing the window. She looked into each other's eyes as if she was in paradise, not knowing what to do.

He originally thought that following the Feng father and daughter into the mountains this time wouldn't necessarily lead to a fatal disaster, but Bi Jing was like a hostage.

Since he had agreed to it, he would become the Sword Mountain and Sword Tree. He would never have thought that he would be placed in such a world. It seemed that he would be living in seclusion.

For the past five days, besides Bing'er, the master and daughter pair had not shown themselves at all.

It was impossible to tell what the other party was up to.

Wu Yuxue had already prepared for the worst. It was already unexpected that they would meet like this.

On the other hand, he was a man of good self-control and calmness. He had been sitting and practicing for the past five days, and he was quite free and unfettered.

For the past five days, he hadn't even stepped out of his house. Besides the red plum blossoming near the window, he felt a bit refreshing.

He was like an old monk sitting in seclusion. This calmness and skill of his was not easy to grasp.

How could he just let things be?

Tonight, the snowstorm was stimulating, causing Han Qian to wake up. Since she had already woken up, she might as well not sleep anymore.

The sword was on the record.

Every time he inadvertently gazed at this sword, he would give birth to too many emotions.

When his father had gifted him this family heirloom, the Green Mulberry Sword, he had given him many hopes that the rise and fall of the Swallow School would follow the gift of this sword and land heavily on his shoulders.

Time flew by. A few years had passed in a flash. The scene of his father giving him the sword was just like yesterday. He had sworn his vow and his wish, but it had yet to come to fruition.

Under the lantern, the treasured sword was like snow.

Every time he looked at it, he could not help but feel a surge of ambition.

Why did he have to endure tonight's emotions? He might as well just dance with the sword for once!

Their Yan Clan's strange technique, the Seventy-Two Hands Swallow Sword Art, was extremely profound. If one did not practice it personally, it would be difficult for outsiders to see through it.

Every time he thought about it, he would feel that it was different from the ordinary people.

Wu Yuxue took out the sword manual hidden in her brocade bag. After reading it for a while, she used her sword to enter the courtyard.

The snow continued to fall, and the wind continued to blow fiercely, causing only the sound of thousands of bamboo trees to sway. The accumulated snow on the bamboo trees continued to fall like ten thousand stars, dancing and dancing like shooting stars or flying shuttles, and all of this was mixed in with the wind and snow, giving off an extraordinary aura that could topple mountains and overturn the seas.

This scene reminded Wu Yu Xue of the time at the Qingcheng Mountain when her father taught her the 'Swallow Sword Skill'. It was very similar to tonight.

Tonight, he executed his movement technique, using the Green Mulberry Sword at the base of his wrist to block the falling snow. One could only see a dragon-like sword with the force of a thousand dragons slashing at the snow.

Suddenly, a snow eagle flew towards them. It swooped down with the speed of a shooting star.

Wu Yuxue was performing the thirty-sixth move, ”One Sword Raises the Sky”. It was the perfect time to observe the eagle's attack.