Yu Qingzhu just revealed what happened, as if she had completed a ceremony.

Seeing that it was getting late, the two returned to Wudang and made an appointment to meet the next day, which was still afternoon.

The next day, Xia Ji finished his work in Zixiao's front palace and rushed to the agreed place.

He found out that his sign-in skills are biased towards life cultivation, and a small number of sexual cultivation are also disposable items.

The Golden Light Curse is obviously between life and life. He cannot master the trick, so he can only ask his second senior sister.

At this time, the second senior sister was sitting in the small pavilion next to the mountain spring, with a soft outline of the silhouette.

Xia Ji sat opposite her, about to speak.

But the senior sister suddenly said, "The shoulder pole is wide and the bench is long. The shoulder pole wants to be tied to the bench. The bench does not allow the shoulder pole to be tied to the bench. The shoulder pole insists on the shoulder pole to be tied to the bench. The bench does not allow the shoulder pole to be tied to the bench. Whether the shoulder pole is wide or the bench is long."

She read it out in one go, very fast.

After reading, the senior sister asked, "Are you going to hurry?"

Xia Ji said: "It's okay."

The senior sister said, "You try."

Xia Ji also quickly recited it, and it was finished in about ten seconds. He was quite satisfied with the speed.

The senior sister nodded and praised, "The oral skills are pretty good."

Xia Ji smiled, "Each of each other."

For a moment, a feeling of mutual appreciation arises naturally.

The next second, the senior sister took a deep breath. Xia Ji knew that the senior sister was going to teach the secret method, staring at her with all her concentration and wiping her red lips like peach blossoms, trying to see her pronunciation clearly.

But the senior sister's mouth did not move, but a series of "flat" sounds with a buzzing sound were faintly made between the lip.

The high-frequency sound was over in an instant. The senior sister exhaled and asked with her waist, "Are you going to hurry?"

Xia Ji was stunned: "Are you finished reading?"

The senior sister nodded to confirm.

"How did you pronounce it?"

"The tongue moves but the lips don't move, the mind moves but the mind doesn't move. When you send out every syllable correctly, then you are chanting it. The mantra is not chanting for others or for yourself, but for heaven and earth. Can heaven and earth need to hear you make a sound?

Mantras, distractions, and secret mantras.

The mantra is a mantra that keeps the mind and mind. This technique is extremely difficult. It is impossible to use it if you do not reach the peak of your nature.

The micro mantra is to chant the mantra that only you hear, and most people do this;

The secret mantra is a word in his mouth, but no one can hear the sound.

If the junior brother wants to recite, he must recite this secret mantra." The second senior sister said so many words, and she was serious and explained the key points clearly without reservation.

Xia Ji understood.

This is tongue technique.

The second senior sister is very good at tongue skills, so she reads quickly.

In the past, he only thought about pronunciating the 104 words of the Golden Light Curse, but he did not expect that he would go astray instead.

Taoist priests and Taoist nuns watched the gurgling stream in midsummer.

One teaches, the other practices.

It was already dusk before I realized it was dusk.

Yu Qingzhu was tired, and although Xia Ji was not tired, he felt a little mentally exhausted.

Both of them stopped and blew the mountain wind.

Xia Ji felt that his senior sister was indeed quite good at this. With her guidance, he had already grasped the trick and felt aroused to try. He felt a little grateful in his heart. He turned his head and saw that his senior sister was sitting lonely by the stream in a moon-white robe, looking at the distance, and there was some distant sorrow in her eyes. With the two tear moles, it made people feel that she was crying.

Only then did Xia Ji noticed that his senior sister was actually very white. Yuebai finally brought some light blue. The senior sister's whiteness was like a white porcelain Guanyin, and her eyes were full of compassion.

He noticed that his senior sister seemed a little unhappy, as if she was suddenly stuck in a little past, and seemed a little sad. He stretched out his long legs and sat beside her, and then smiled and said, "There is no obstacle in this world. Those who are happy and unhappy will always be buried by time. We are like this breeze and walk in the world. Why should we be worried about those trivial matters?"

As he said that, he picked a thin piece of stone from the stone beside him and threw it out. The piece of stone jumped on the spring water for five or six times before it settled.

Yu Qingzhu looked at the stone slices and the slowly falling ripples.

Xia Ji continued, "Tell me, look at me, I'm actually an abandoned baby. When Master found me... I was thrown in the snow and my limbs were frozen. If Master came later, I wouldn't be in the world.

Later, the master handed me over to the peasant woman at the foot of the mountain, and the thirteen-year-old autumn led me up the mountain again."

Xia Ji actually remembers it.

It is because I remember that I have a knot in my heart.

He remembered that a woman hugged him and called him "baby" in the gentlest voice, but for some reason she threw him into the snow. Just when he felt that his time traveler's fate was about to be broken, the master found him and saved him.

Before his death in the previous life, I only sought freedom in the next life. I just came to this life but encountered abandonment again. Xia Ji always felt a sense of self-mockery in his heart, and always felt that he was declining.

Now, he doesn't hide it, and just says it, and even uses this to comfort others. Instead, it means that he recognizes it and thinks it up.

Yu Qingzhu raised her legs, hugged her knees and looked at the shattered dusk in the spring, and said softly: "Actually, you are fine. You didn't know anything when you were abandoned...and I..."

Xia Ji was speechless in his heart. How did you know that I didn’t know?

only...

He heard that the tone was a little wrong and asked, "Senior Sister, aren't you a genius who was taken up to the mountain by the old man at the age of five?"

Yu Qingzhu sighed softly and said in a faint voice: "When I was five years old, I was abandoned by my father.

He took me to a market far away, and asked me to wait for him under the tree, saying that he would come in a while.

However, he never came back.

I've been waiting for him for a long time, long time..."

The senior sister leaned back and lay on the stone beside the spring, looking at the rushing Xixia in Cangyun, and whispered: "My dad's beard is very pissed. When I pounced on him and wanted to rub his face, he would always hold my face very carefully, for fear that his beard would hurt me.

As long as I sniffled my mouth and wanted to cry, my dad would put down all the work in his hand and come to see me, tease me, and coax me. He would not be busy with things until my grievances were gone.

Then, I burst into tears, crying loudly, thinking that my dad might be lost, and I cried so loudly that he would definitely hear it and recognize his way...

I cried for a long time, but he never showed up.

Then a man in black saw me and went forward to cover my nose, and then I felt dizzy.

When I woke up, my master beat the man in black away and took me back to Wudang.

The man in black should be a human trafficker. The master went down the mountain and ran into him accidentally, so he saved me... If it weren't for him, I wouldn't know where it was.

actually...

I've never figured it out...

Why did my dad abandon me?

Later, I became a Taoist Yunyou, and I tried every means to find him when I went down the mountain... But he was no longer there, and I don't know if he was dead or alive, or where he was.

I can never find him again.”

Yu Qingzhu was also frank.

Xia Ji didn't know that this precious senior sister, who was regarded as a secret weapon by the sword cultivators, had such past.

He raised his legs and lay back beside his senior sister, smiling and said, "Then we are really in decline."

When Yu Qingzhu heard "we", she suddenly felt a little more happy, and she responded softly, "Yes".

A green leaf was blown by the wind, and she reached out to her lips and blew the harmonica.

The sad and quiet natural sounds spread around.

Xia Ji closed his eyes and listened leisurely to the sound of the piano blowing from the green leaves. He felt that the past was like smoke and his mind was peaceful, as if he was floating among the white clouds, and the past gradually subsided.

He raised his hand, picked up a leaf that had just floated in front of him, and said, "Senior Sister, you played it so well. What kind of song is this?"

"This was what my father taught me in the past. He told me that this song is called [Reading]."

“…”

"Actually, I don't hate my dad. If I see him again, I will probably comfort him not to feel guilty about abandoning me... After all, I'm fine, right? But if something happened to me, I'm afraid I'm already dead, and I won't hate him even if I die."

Xia Ji thought to himself, "Senior Sister is so stupid, but the song is very nice." He was silent for a long time and said, "Senior Sister, can you teach me this song [resolved]?"
Chapter completed!