Chapter 88 What I want to do
The early morning sunlight shines into the window and falls on the bedside. Fu Qingzhou slowly opens his eyes. His forehead and back are covered with sweat. His whole body is limp and he has no strength at all. His head is also numb. I felt dizzy for a while, and I didn't even have the strength to change from crossing my legs to lying down.
Only after Zheng'er Ba Jing started practicing Qigong did he realize the consequences of his forcibly opening the second level of spiritual aperture.
That day, Rilong Dabei resisted the pressure and helped him open up his meridians. In the words of the time, "the consumption required was ten times and a hundred times that of others."
Before, when I broke through the first three realms easily, I didn’t feel like practicing when I was introduced to the fourth realm by Long Dabei. Now...
The price has come.
Even if he used the "thousand-layer surge" technique taught by Yan Gui in the Wandu Mountain Prison to guide his spirit to rush into the acupuncture points, after one night, he still couldn't fill up the meridians like rivers and seas in his body. .
It feels like... you are working hard to carry water in a bucket and pour water into the pit on the side, trying to fill up a small pool by yourself. After working all night, you realize what it is. Small pond, this thing is so deep that you can’t even see the bottom!
"It seems that just practicing stupidly here is no longer enough."
Fu Qingzhou took a long breath: "Let's make a copy of Yiran Jue first."
It was very cold on the top of the mountain in the early morning, and it was already late autumn. Although the sun was shining brightly outside the window, he still felt a chill when he went downstairs.
When I went down to the first floor, I found that Tang Jiao had set up a table for simple food. She put on a thick winter coat that she got from nowhere, and her face turned red from the cold.
"Brother, it's time for breakfast!"
She greeted happily: "It's so nice here, there is everything! I made you a fried pancake, and soy milk..."< br>
As she said that, she pulled out a thick Taoist robe from somewhere: "It's so cold here in the morning. I found a thick coat. It looks about the same size as you. Put it on."< br>
Fu Qingzhou smiled, followed the good example, and put on his Taoist robe.
Tang Jiao watched him buttoning up the lapel of his Taoist robe and suddenly chuckled.
“What’s wrong?” Fu Qingzhou was confused.
Tang Jiao smiled and said: "Eldest brother has become a little Taoist priest."
Fu Qingzhou curled his lips and looked down at himself - indeed, this Taoist robe unexpectedly suited him. He suddenly became a young Taoist priest.
With his childish heart, he laughed and said: "Then I will be Wuweiguan Qingzhouzi from now on! Hey, Qingzhouzi... Is this the same generation as that old Taoist priest Qingsongzi?"
Tang Jiao blinked. Blinking: "Then I also need to get a Taoist robe to wear? What should I call her? Qingjiaozi? It's so unpleasant..."
The two of them were chatting and laughing, finishing their breakfast, and suddenly, Getting a little bored.
"Brother, what can we do on this mountain?"
Tang Jiao burped, looked at the sky and murmured: "You can practice martial arts, what about me?"< br>
Fu Qingzhou thought for a while and responded: "You can practice too. Didn't Qingsongzi say that you can also practice everything in the library on the mountain."
"Do you want to practice?"
Tang Jiao's eyes were a little confused: "Actually, I don't like practicing martial arts."
Fu Qingzhou said "Oh?" "Then what do you like?"
"I... Tang Jiao responded with some embarrassment: "I only like to read books, write, and occasionally go for an outing with my friends... I can also practice kung fu, but don't be too tired, it's almost enough..."
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Fu Qingzhou understood. Isn't this how she used to live in the capital?
This is not surprising either.
She used to be a pampered eldest lady, but now she is running around and living in precarious situations. She has even become accustomed to cooking, making bed and finding clothes for herself. Wherever she is still a eldest lady, she is completely a maid.
But after all, in her heart, she still yearned for the best days in the past. "You once had that life. It was your father who fought for you."
Fu Qingzhou said softly: "But if you still want to live such a comfortable life in the future, you have to fight for it yourself."
Tang Jiao nodded: "I know, brother, so I can practice kung fu and I want to become better. , and then go back to Beijing with you to investigate the murder of my father and reverse the case for my father!"
Fu Qingzhou smiled: "We will go there later. Library, take a good look and find something suitable for us - you can continue to practice the mental technique I taught you, and the sword technique is also suitable for you."
Tang Jiao nodded vigorously.
But before going to the library, Fu Qingzhou needs to make a copy of Yiran Jue himself.
Qing Songzi’s handwriting is really ugly...if I look at it more, I will lose my mind.
Then there is first snow in the sea of clouds, a refreshing breeze in the small building, and the beautiful lady is sharpening her ink and writing her pen.
The process of copying was also a process of carefully re-reading Yi Ran Jue for Fu Qingzhou. Thinking of asking Tang Jiao "what she likes" just now, he couldn't help but ask himself.
To practice Yi Ran Jue and to resolve the influence of Qi Ran Jue, you have to do what you like.
So...what do I like? What do you want to do?
Coming into such a world, the dream of being a knight is always with me, but is that all?
Fu Qingzhou copied and thought, and finally had the answer.
That’s all.
Human beings are very complex creatures. Some people are naturally selfish and some are naturally compassionate, but they are neither.
In the previous life, I was a scumbag, but my personality changed under the influence of my godfather.
In this life, I avenged my adoptive father and embarked on the road of hunting down charlatans and magicians. It was considered revenge and a knight. However, during the time I left Bailu Mountain, I encountered too many and too bizarre encounters. Opportunity to do what you want to do.
Looking back now, I probably still like Xingxia.
Helping others will make him happy... It is difficult for Fu Qingzhou to tell whether this is the influence of his godfather in his previous life or his own preference.
This is how people are. You may develop a certain preference because of others at first, but day after day, year after year, you still like this thing and even regard it as your life. Your pursuit and dream, now you no longer know whether it is because of the influence of others or because you like it and are suitable for it.
But none of this matters.
Like is like, dream is dream.
Walking around the world, this is what Fu Qingzhou wanted to do in the past, present and future.
Maybe he is not qualified now, but he is already determined that when he comes down the mountain, he will draw his sword to help when there is an injustice on the road, and he will be a hero.
The brush brushed on the paper, but Fu Qingzhou inexplicably felt a cold feeling in his meridians, wandering along the meridians that he ran through during last night's practice.
When he knew what he liked and decided to do it, Yi Ran Jue would naturally take root in his body without the need for deliberate practice.
After the last word fell, Fu Qingzhou put down his brush, and the spring-like aura in his body also faded away, but he could feel that the inner aura of Yiran Jue in his meridians had grown much stronger.
“Let’s go.”
He stretched and said with a smile: “Let’s go to the library and take a good look! See what’s good in this once largest sect in the world. Something!”
(There will be another update later)
(End of this chapter)