The bamboo sword trembled slightly, and just as he was about to pick up the pen and write down the ink, suddenly a huge mountain pressed down from the sky.

It made him clearly feel that although he felt the shackles on Shenlong's body and yearned for freedom, he still could not easily shake off the cage on his body.

Unable to allow himself to be completely free, he was still a little short of connecting with the sword intention of the bamboo sword in his hand.

A gust of wind passed by, and misty spring rain drifted in the sky.

Unlike Tianyun Mountain in winter, he can stand like a snowman.

The spring rain at the moment was as pervasive as ox hair. He was the phoenix in Nirvana, but he did not condense a flame to protect his body.

Li Xiuyuan in the yard looked at the drizzle falling all over the sky, his body stiffened, and his right hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

I kept this posture for nearly an hour, looking at the dark clouds turning into spring rain in the sky, still unable to let go of this heavy stroke.

The rain keeps falling, neither urgent nor slow.

Gradually, the coarse cloth gown he was wearing got wet, and then soaked through. Slowly, the light linen gown turned into a heavy armor under the moistening of the spring rain.

Another hour passed, and the spring rain was still falling. The armor on my body became heavier and heavier, and gradually I felt like I was in a cage.

The rain is falling, the cage is gradually forming, but a light has been lit up in the dull heart.

Not long after Monk Buli and his group left, Li Xiuyuan stood in the yard, holding his sword as if he were holding a pen. It was past noon...until You hour, when the rain in the sky became gentle, he still maintained the posture of holding his sword and about to write. .

It wasn't until the inn's waiter knocked on the door and asked if he wanted to bring food in that Li Xiuyuan woke up from the artistic conception of a tree.

Shaking his head, he opened the courtyard door and asked the waiter to boil water and bring food.

With the steaming hot towel covering his face, Li Xiuyuan woke up from his selfless state of mind.

As I leaned against the surging water, I realized that my whole body ached, as if I had been trapped in an abyss for three lifetimes.

I rubbed my face vigorously with hot water, thinking that after dinner I would make a pot of spiritual tea to ward off the cold, and then grind ink to copy the scriptures.
Chapter completed!