She walked out of the cave and happened to see the "Purple Bamboo Old Man" dancing with his sword. Her white clothes were better than snow, her light was shining, like a stunning geese, like a swimming dragon, like a butterfly, like a flying snow, her hands were divided into yin and yang, her body was hidden in the eight trigrams, her steps were in the nine palaces, her internal energy was integrated into the shape, which was simple and solemn, light and grand. The peaks were shrouded in clouds, birds and birds were flying on the branches, white apes leaped in the forest, and the dewdrops swaying in the flowers, which was clearly a living picture of immortals.

Fu Chenxue stood beside her with a towel. Seeing Qingyao coming, she greeted her with a smile.

Qingyao held her breath and calmed down. When the "Old Man Zizhu" took the sword, she quickly snatched the towel from Fu Chenxue and handed it over: "Brother Master, good morning! Come on, wipe your face first!"

Seeing that Qingyao's character was still like a child, Fu Chenxue burst into laughter. He respectfully took the sword from the old man's hand, inserted it into the scabbard, and brought the soaked "West Lake Longjing" over.

"Old Man Zizhu" took the towel and wiped his face. Seeing Qingyao's eyes shining, he asked, "Is there anything else?"

Qingyao glanced at Fu Chenxue, approached "Old Man Zizhu" and asked in a low voice: "Master, is Chenxue playing the piano last night?"

"Yes!" The old man took the teacup from Fu Chenxue's hand and took a sip.

“What song is playing?”

"Flying Immortal Inscription"!"

"'Feixianyin'? Well, it's really good... Master, I heard the sound of the piano last night, and those dozen children made breakthroughs, and I also benefited a lot."

"Yes!" the old man nodded lightly, as if there was no surprise at all.

Seeing the old man turning around and leaving, Qingyao followed him and begged: "Master, can you let Chen Xue play a few more songs? I think his piano sound is of great benefit to the children's practice."

The old man said strangely: "Chenxue is there, just tell him!"

Qingyao was obviously still angry about what happened yesterday and said angrily: "Why did I ask him? As long as my master agrees, he dare not ignore it!"

The old man turned around and looked at Qingyao and smiled: "Ask the practice of Taoism, relying on personal efforts, how can you rely on external things? This mind will have demonic obstacles in life. The great way is invisible, giving birth to heaven and earth; the great way is ruthless, running the sun and moon; the great way is nameless, nourishing all things. The Tao has clear and turbidity, movement and stillness. The clear and turbidity are the source of turbidity, and the moving are the basis of tranquility. Looking inside the heart, the mind has no heart; looking outside, the shape has no shape; looking far away, things have no things. After the three are enlightened, they only see emptiness; looking at emptiness is also empty, empty and empty; Since there is nothing, there is nothing, there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing, and there is nothing

Qingyao put his hands together and said vigilantly: "What my master taught me is that Qingyao has recorded it." Seeing Fu Chenxue slowly moving away with the old man, Qingyao shook her head, sighed, and turned around and left.

The morning light penetrated the clouds and mist, shining on the "Baoyue Peak", all things shine, purple bamboos sing lightly, ancient pines are like waves, and a fairyland on earth. The "fat girl" got up early and brought the "little radish head" to the hut. The "little radish head" couldn't wait to climb up from her mother's arms, ran to the hut, and wanted to climb onto the bed. The bed was too high and it couldn't climb up, so she had to stand up, lick the head of the bed, and lick Shen Ying's face with her bright red tongue. Shen Ying was sleeping sweetly, thinking that it was Feng Yanran kissing her, and pushed out in a daze, shouting: "Yanran, you bastard... don't make a fuss, I want to sleep..."
Chapter completed!