Mu Wushuang smiled, then leaned over and asked, "Why did the monk move here? This place is remote, I think I, Master Long, would not place the monk here." Huijue slowly folded his hands together: "Amitabha, although I have entered this place, it was also allowed by the Dragon Donor. Mrs. Zhang's murderous aura was too strong, and I had no choice but to avoid it, but I didn't want to disturb the young hero here. I hope the young hero forgives him. Good and good." Mu Wushuang quickly replied, "The monk is too polite. I am at least two generations lower than the monk. The monk doesn't have to be so polite. But I have something unknown to me, and I want to ask the monk for advice."

Huijue just smiled slightly, then looked at the mountain in the distance and said slowly: "By the foreign race, I have a lot of flowers and flowers. The scriptures are so rich that I can turn them over. The Tao returns to the heart, and it is the most difficult to have no thoughts. I keep my heart and forget myself, and I will not stagnate. The five consciousnesses are all at once, but the spirit is idle. I am restless and unstable, and when I encounter setbacks, I will be bent. The tendons and veins are damaged, and they will be broken even if they are not dead." Mu Wushuang was slightly stunned when he heard this, and after a little thought, he was shocked and sweated in a cold body: Huijue means that although he is extremely talented,

It seems that he has the ability to remember everything, but entering into meditation is not a simple method. If you just close your facial features and wander around randomly, once someone disturbs you, you will damage your tendons and veins and become disabled even if you don’t die. Mu Wushuang is proficient in words, so you can naturally hear such simple principles. Huijue nodded and smiled at Mu Wushuang, and Mu Wushuang immediately knelt on both knees and said, "Justice just now, the divine monk helped me with his magical skills. I have not been able to get into a devil. I thank you again!"

Just now, Mu Wushuang used his internal skills to perform Taoism, which caused the five awakenings to be confused and unable to collect the spirit, which was a sign of being entangled in the devil. If it weren't for Huijue's internal skills to help him regain his spirit of wandering back, Mu Wushuang would have already become crazy at this time. Huijue sighed and said, "Young hero is so talented, I have never seen you in my life! Stop, since I have a fate with you, I might as well create more merits. The young hero has just used Taoism to enter into meditation. Although I don't know the method, the young hero must have concerns and relies on his extraordinary talent. He uses his martial arts internal power to urge magic, which makes his mind unstable. If he is disturbed, he will lose control and helpless. This is really dangerous. Amitabha Buddha." Mu Wushuang said even more: "What the monk said is very, my younger generation was interrupted by the monk's name and could not recover his five awakenings. He almost went crazy and became demonic. The monk's clarification!"

Huijue sighed and continued, "The young hero is proud of his talent and wants to achieve it overnight, but he does not know that all things in the world follow nature and force it with one mind, but it will be counterproductive. If the young hero wants to not abandon his talent and take several Taos at the same time, he must know the key to the method. No matter how Tao, martial arts, it is all about the world, including everything, one birth, two births four, endless life, and endless life. The young hero only knows one, and then forces the second, like looking at the flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water. If nothing

Supported by the Great Wisdom Avenue, the mirror flowers and water moon are finally empty, and they can only eat the bitter fruits themselves. Good, so good." Mu Wushuang raised his head and looked at Huijue and said, "I understand. The monk wants me to be down-to-earth and accumulate strength. I should not rely on my talent to take shortcuts if I have a little bit of talent." Huijue nodded to signal him to stand up, and Mu Wushuang slowly stood up and said, "Thank you for your guidance! The scenery here is beautiful, so please feel free to the monk. I will continue to watch the night."

Huijue recited the Buddha's name and walked slowly towards the next courtyard. After seeing off Huijue, Mu Wushuang calmed down and continued to practice in meditation. Although entering meditation was no longer difficult for him, Mu Wushuang still practiced repeatedly according to Huijue's instructions and never made any attempts to make progress. Mu Wushuang practiced meditation in the middle of the night, and then practiced internal skills according to the primary mental method taught by Lu Xianping until it was lightly dawn. Li Yu came to exchange him. Mu Wushuang briefly explained a few words to Li Yu and walked towards Zhang Xiuwen's house. Recently, Li Tianmu has been in Zheng

In the Yuanshu and his wife's mourning hall, Mu Wushuang, Su Xiaoyu and others naturally lived in the Zhang Mansion for the time being. Zhang Tingye was naturally extremely happy, but he didn't dare to show it too clearly. Moreover, Luo Rui and Su Xiaoyu are in the same room. Every time Zhang Tingye looks for Su Xiaoyu, he must be greeted by Luo Rui with a fierce look on his face. Mu Wushuang returned to his and Li Yu's room. Seeing that Su Xiaoyu and Luo Rui's room was still closed, he knew that it was still early and he didn't go to find them. He went back to the bed and fell asleep.

After the sun was three o'clock, Zhang Tingye ran to Su Xiaoyu's door excitedly, hesitated before knocking on the door. Zhang Tingye thought Luo Rui was still a fierce and evil spirit, and opened the door to greet him. Unexpectedly, Su Xiaoyu raised his head slightly and smiled at Zhang Tingye. Zhang Tingye didn't react. After a moment of stunnedness, he actually asked Su Xiaoyu indifferently: "Miss Xiaoyu, where is Senior Luo?" Su Xiaoyu turned his head and looked in the room: "Aunt Luo was drunk yesterday and has not woken up yet!" Zhang Tingye couldn't help but be overjoyed and hurriedly said to Su Xiaoyu: "Miss Su, I found a book "Qutian Silver Snow Screen", which is a rare ancient music score. Do you want to see it?" Su Xiaoyu's eyes lit up and he immediately nodded vigorously.

Since hearing the flute of Meiying Shuangxiao, Su Xiaoyu realized that he was extremely obsessed with music, and his talent was no less than Mu Wushuang's martial arts talent. Su Xiaoyu quietly closed the door and followed Zhang Tingye to the study. As soon as the two entered the room, they heard intermittent sounds of piano. Su Xiaoyu frowned slightly and walked into the study. She saw Zhang Tingye sitting in front of a seven-string zither with a frown, while watching the music score, while fiddling the strings intermittently. Su Xiaoyu had already heard that the music score Zhang Tingye played was extremely difficult. Even if Zhang Tingya understood the music score quite well, her fingers were stiff as if she was just a first-time apprentice practicing music instruments. When Zhang Tingya finished playing the last note in sweat, the tip of her fingers actually grinded out a faint blood.

Zhang Tingya shook her head and sighed: "This music score is so difficult! The rhythmic expression is too sudden, and it is almost necessary to break your fingers before it can be connected." After that, Zhang Tingya turned her head and saw Su Xiaoyu, and immediately smiled strangely and said, "Miss Su, why don't you try this "Qutian Silver Snow Screen"?" Zhang Tingye immediately echoed: "Yes, Miss Xiaoyu, please take a look at the music score and try it." Su Xiaoyu bowed to Zhang Tingya and whispered: "Thank you Miss Zhang." Then he walked slowly to Zhang Tingya. Zhang Tingya flashed to the side naturally. After Su Xiaoyu sat down, she did not read the music score, but directly put her hand on the strings. Zhang Tingya narrowed her eyes and looked at Su Xiaoyu, and saw Su Xiaoyu's jade hand gently move, and the intermittent Qutian Silver Snow Screen slowly flowing out from her fingers.

Zhang Tingya smiled and said, "Miss Su, ancient scores are difficult, and I'm not good at playing them well, so you should check the score first." Su Xiaoyu seemed to have not heard it, and her clear eyes were staring at the strings, and her fingers were getting faster and faster. Zhang Tingye liked to see Su Xiaoyu the most: focused and pure, like a deer drinking quietly, without any defense around her. Gradually, the song between Su Xiaoyu's fingers became more and more smooth. The surprise on Zhang Tingye and Zhang Tingya's faces became more and more obvious: Su Xiaoyu's fingers seemed to have never left the strings, and at first glance it seemed like touching the strings, but the heavenly tune slowly flowed out under this seemingly messy technique: Yintian Suxue, incense, indifference, and melancholy.

Zhang Tingye gradually felt that he was no longer in the study, but stood in the middle of the white snow. He watched the woman who made him dream of gradually moving away. The lonely back slowly turned his head and smiled indifferently. The snowflakes like curtains just blocked her smiling face. No matter how hard Zhang Tingye tried, he could not see the sadness on her face. After a long time, with a loud sound, everything was silent. Zhang Tingye still did not come back from the sad and quiet snow scene, but just looked at Su Xiaoyu blankly until Su Xiaoyu sighed softly and gently pressed the strings with his delicate jade hands - this was Su Xiaoyu's habitual movement after playing the piano.
Chapter completed!