May your heart be like mine

That night, I left the market with the emperor and walked all the way south. The moonlight stretched our shadows long, and there was silence around us.Seeing a mountain from a distance, we climbed the clouds to the top of the mountain and found a quiet valley.

During the day I practice sword in the woods, the sun shines through the leaves and sprinkles stars.I like to look up at this piece of light, like time slipping through my fingers, bit by bit.

The emperor likes to sit on a bamboo chair and read Buddhist scriptures, and he is as safe as an exile.For this bamboo chair, I have infinite slander in my heart.On the second day of our arrival, Dijun did not know where to find green bamboos, and threw them over one by one for me to split while I was practicing swordsmanship. In the end, Tao Zhu fulfilled his mission and split all the bamboos into strips The bamboo strips were then tossed into a bamboo chair in the hands of the emperor, and he sat on the bamboo chair every day like a statue, or leaned on it, with his elbows on the handles, his fists on his head, and his other hand Hold the Buddhist scriptures, or sit upright, with one hand on the handle and the other hand holding the Buddhist scriptures.

When we were resting, we would find some fruit to eat in the forest, or catch an unlucky little animal and bake it. Whenever this happened, Dijun always had a nice smile.

At night, I turned into a fox and curled up in Dijun's arms, watching the moon with him, and sleeping in Dijun's arms when I was sleepy.

When it rains, we squeeze a fairy cover and listen to the sound of raindrops hitting the fairy cover.

Dijun didn't teach me much swordsmanship, and I became more and more proficient in practicing.Rotate the hilt with two fingers, the blade rotates rapidly, the wrist is turned forward, a white light flashes, and several trees in front slowly fall down after the white light passes through.I raised my hand to summon Tao Zhu back, and made a recovery formula, and the cut tree returned to its original state.

I ran to the bamboo chair excitedly. Dijun was sitting upright as usual, with his left hand on the handle and a Buddhist scripture in his right. "Dijun, Dijun, how do you think I am practicing?"

A lazy voice said: "It's not bad to be able to make it to this level without using immortal methods, as expected of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan."

"Of course, I have practiced hard for three months."

I spoke proudly, and while I was happy, the nine tails swayed behind me.

Dijun looked up at me with an ugly look, and said in a low voice, "It's been three months." Then he put away the Buddhist scriptures, changed to a reclining sitting position, supported the handle with the elbow of his left hand, and supported his head with a fist. The right hand rests casually on the chest.He said: "Since you have learned this set of sword skills, we should go back!"

"No, Dijun, Feng Jiu hasn't learned it yet, Feng Jiu didn't practice well, Feng Jiu should..."

"Stop messing around!"

When I was in a panic, I had already said something I didn't think about, and Dijun's scolding interrupted my incoherent speech.I lowered my head, bit my lower lip tightly, and stopped talking.

"You just need to practice this set of swordsmanship after you go back. You haven't practiced enough on the technique, so come back to Taichen Palace with me, and I'll bring you the volume of the technique."

After Dijun finished speaking, he stood up, and a faint white light melted away from the bamboo chair where he had been sitting for three months. He stretched out his hand to attract a cloud, and I followed Dijun back to Taichen Palace.