Aunt, you don’t know anything about martial arts?

Li Guanyi wanted to refute.

But now he understands cultivation better and said: "Auntie, are you referring to you as not a vulgar martial artist?"

"Are you practicing other ways?"

Murong Qiu Shui blinked his eyes, rubbed the boy's head with his palms, and said: "Don't interrupt, slave slave, sit down obediently."

"You are gradually growing longer. In this way, your eyebrows look a bit like your father's."

"But overall, your mother is much prettier than your father."

It was rare for Li Guanyi to hear Murong Qiu Shui mention his parents and say, "Do you think my father is not good-looking at all?"

Murong Qiu Shui frowned and said with a smile: "I can't say it's not good-looking. Men are seen as brave and brave. Not to mention these things, you look like your parents. But when your father was fighting in all directions, he wore a mask. Ninety-nine percent of the people in this capital

No one can recognize you, but those who do recognize you all want you to disappear."

Li Guan thought about this problem and said, "What about disguise?"

Murong Qiu Shui said: "But there are many ways to identify people in this world. Even if they are burned to ashes, you can identify whether they are the original person or a substitute."

"Perhaps in troubled times, there are too many fights between people and too many games between kings."

"The development of techniques to identify whether it is the real body is faster than it was in the previous thousand years of peace."

"Some people call it Wangqi, and some call it destiny. In fact, it is related to [God]. Different people's breath may change and cover up, and their bodies can shrink and change their appearance. Only [God] is difficult to change.

, like in many legends, the soul is God."

Li Guan's eyes flashed with ripples, and he said: "Is it true that it won't change?"

He thought of himself.

Murong Qiushui smiled and said: "Of course, when I first saw you, you were still a wrinkled little guy, not cute at all. Your spirit was curled up, like a flower bone. When we were chased back then,

Killing may have stimulated you, and your spirit relaxed."

"Then I suddenly became sensible."

She said softly: "The book says that these disasters can temper people. It is true."

Murong Qiu Shui did not say any more, but sometimes she felt that she would rather the young man in front of her be stupider, more willful, and live a hundred years of life in peace, rather than go through these ten years of running away, but in this case, she would never do it in her own life.

Said in front of the raccoon slave.

In front of Li Nuer, she will always be lazy and bright, and will never be sad at all.

When Li Guan heard it, he deliberately said:

"Where can such a rare method be found?"

The young man sighed: "There is no other way, what can I do?"

Then seeing his aunt's eyebrows raised, Murong Qiushui said with a smile on her lips:

"So, my aunt happens to know a way to hide God."

The young man responded exaggeratedly: "Is it just right?"

Murong Qiushui was so amused that she leaned forward and backward with laughter. She stretched out her hands to pinch the young man's cheeks, then rubbed and complained: "Okay, I know you are smart, don't give me this expression like that of an actor in a play."

"Actually, it's just a little trick."

“God cannot be concealed, but he can be disguised.”

Li Guanyi looked at Murong Qiushui and asked doubtfully: "God, how can you disguise yourself?"

Murong Qiushui smiled and said casually:

"This is just a method that many, many people know."

"It's the skill of playing the piano."

Li Guanyi was suspicious: "Everyone knows?"

Murong Qiu Shui's eyes widened and she said, "Of course, will Auntie lie to Li Nu'er?"

Li Guan groaned for a long time, not knowing how to answer. How could he say that? He couldn't speak, because as soon as he spoke, the beautiful woman in front of him might suddenly lower his head and shed tears, as if he had suffered something.

What kind of harm was done, and once Li Guan admitted defeat, he would immediately start laughing.

It really seems to be the wind of Jiangnan.

Sometimes it falls in misty rain, sometimes it's gentle.

Murong Qiushui took out the qin, played it and said, "The qin is the music of the heart."

"You can fight at the frontier, you can enjoy the splendor of the desert, you can enjoy the spring breeze in the south of the Yangtze River, you can enjoy the loneliness of the Central Plains."

"Have I really been to these places, those majestic sounds of war, those fierce knights? Am I an old general, an unruly knight? If I am, then who am I? If I am not them

, then why can I convey all this to the sound of the piano?"

"No, it's just that I made up all this in my heart, and then it fell on the sound of the piano."

"Slave Li, do you still remember what your aunt said?"

As soon as Li Guan heard his aunt playing the piano, he seemed to have seen the southern part of the Yangtze River and the northern part of the Yangtze River, and heard the roar of the wind. It was because of his aunt's piano music that he always felt that he was just a disciple who had not yet started. He sat there quietly, straightened his back, and whispered softly.

replied:

"The overtones are like the sky, the pressed notes are like people, and the loose notes are like the earth."

Murong Qiushui pressed his hands on the strings and replied: "This sentence must be taken apart."

"They are the people of heaven and earth, they are the three talents, and they are all things."

"Li Nu'er, this sentence is for internal practice. It is only used to play the piano. If you want to use it to deceive other people, you have to do it upside down. This is the difference between [practice] and [use].

One is for the inside and the other is for the outside."

"Look-"

Murong Qiushui placed her fingers on the strings and smiled slightly. Her eyes were soft. As she played the piano, Li Guan's eyes widened. He seemed to feel the tips of his hair rising slightly. The surrounding environment suddenly changed. He

It feels like I have arrived in the south of the Yangtze River and seen the spring breeze and the willow banks.

It feels like I have arrived in the mountains and forests of the Central Plains, sitting on the highest authentic peak in the world, watching the sea of ​​clouds linger.

It seems as if I have come to Saibei again, as if I can see the collision of swords and the reunion of cavalry. On the left is the woman from Jiangnan singing softly, and on the right is the fast horse galloping across the world in Saibei. The ambition of the man, the tenderness of the woman, and the fight of the sword.

, many emotions in the world surge like a river.

He seemed to have seen the world.

Suddenly lost consciousness.

Finally, the music ended, and Li Guanyi couldn't recover for a long time.

It wasn't until something poked him in the cheek that he came to his senses.

Raising his head, Murong Qiushui squatted in front of him with a smile, stretched out his fingers, pointed at Li Guanyi's forehead and soul, and said softly:

"The piano is the sound of the heart, and the next sentence is, [Heart is the deification]."

"The overtones are like the sky, the pressed notes are like people, and the loose notes are like the earth."

"So you can [express your thoughts on human feelings and understand the principles of the universe]."

"Then all the signs in my heart fell on the strings of the harp."

Murong Qiu Shui stood up, put her hands in front of her body, raised her temple hair slightly, and smiled:

"That is, everything in the sky and on the earth."

………………

When Li Guanyi was stopped.

Mr. Siming returned to his residence as fast as lightning. He picked up his pen and wrote letters one after another, briefly describing what happened here, and then breathed on it, and the letter seemed to come alive.

, flapping like a butterfly, flew into the sky.

The letter flew away on its own, riding on the current, faster than an eagle taking off.

Yin and Yang are closed and invisible to the naked eye.

Those who can see through Si Ming's methods will not lower themselves to gain trust.

Siming sighed and said, "I have the king's seal to temper my body."

"Golden flesh and jade bones, dragon tendons and tiger marrow."

“It requires extremely harsh conditions, which are often difficult to get together.”

"But it just so happens that this place will become the whirlpool of the world. Around this capital, there are really old mathematicians who can calculate the perfect formation, there are Confucian scholars who can cover up their breakthroughs with their breath, and there are also Mohist giants who know how to temper their bodies.

And they will also come to see him."

"Old friend, I can't understand."

The old man closed his eyes, and the black turtle raised his head.
To be continued...