Cloud of the Qing Dynasty

"Why didn't I think of it!" Zhang Chi slapped his thigh, took the water-stopping sword, cut off a bunch of his own hair, then tore off the red ribbon from the wedding invitation card and cut it in half. Tie it up carefully.

Mu Liuyun reached out to take it, but Zhang Chi put the two strands of hair in his arms again: "You wait until I make a kit, wrap it up and give it to you."

As he said that, he sniggered happily. Mu Liuyun didn't know how a lock of hair would make him so happy. Since he likes it, let him do it.

After dinner, the disciple who came to tidy up asked Mu Liuyun what he meant, so instead of preparing another place for Zhang Chi, he let him rest in Mu Liuyun's room.

The two hadn't seen each other for a long time, so it was a tacit understanding what they were going to do. Zhang Chi propped his weight on his elbows, leaned over and kissed Mu Liuyun carefully, and asked softly, "How is your body recovering?" Is it... okay?"

"Hmm..." Mu Liuyun made a nasal sound, which made Zhang Chi's heart itch unbearably, but he still had some scruples about Mu Liuyun's injury. Also be very careful.

But Mu Liuyun became impatient: "I just lost my martial arts, and I didn't become made of tofu. Why are you so dawdling?"

"But I'm still a little worried..."

Zhang Chi didn't know why, but his cautious attitude of treating him like a treasure actually annoyed Mu Liuyun, and Mu Liuyun had never been a good-tempered person, and he would push him away as soon as his face darkened.

But the furious push did not push. After all, Mu Liuyun injured his tendons. His current strength is much worse than that of an ordinary person who has never practiced martial arts, not to mention the past. .

Zhang Chi was taken aback for a moment, then fell backwards in a feigned manner, rolled to the end of the bed in an exaggerated somersault, and then crawled back shamelessly: "Oh my good Liuyun, why are you so angry, don't be angry Don’t be angry, it’s all my fault, don’t be angry if you come to kiss me.”

As he said that he was going to kiss Mu Liuyun shamelessly, even if Mu Liuyun was still angry just now, he couldn't hold back his laughter when he was messed around by such a good singer and songwriter.

Zhang Chi took the opportunity to press up again, locked Mu Liuyun tightly in his arms, and continued to say some nasty words. Mu Liuyun was made angry and funny by him, and struggled a few times symbolically. After taking it down, he gave up resistance in Zhang Chi's deep kiss.

As the saying goes, there are fights at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed. Even if Mu Liuyun has a bad temper, it is easier to coax him at this time. Zhang Chi no longer worries about Mu Liuyun's body. He vaguely understands the reason for Mu Liuyun's anger. Perhaps it was out of an inexplicable self-esteem that this expert who had no martial arts didn't want Zhang Chi's attitude towards him to be any different from the past.

After Zhang Chi let go of his hands and feet, he still paid close attention to Mu Liuyun's condition. When he found that Mu Liuyun was obviously exhausted, he ended it as soon as possible. When Zhang Chi wet his handkerchief with warm water and wanted to clean it up for him, Mu Liuyun was gone. Drowsily fell asleep.

Today's Mu Liuyun no longer takes a nap for an hour or two before getting up to meditate to cultivate his inner strength, and he doesn't stay up all night and use meditation instead of rest, but he still gets up early in the morning habitually.

When Zhang Chi woke up at dawn, Mu Liuyun was already dancing his sword in the courtyard newly cleaned by his disciple.

Zhang Chi didn't step forward to interrupt, but leaned against the door frame and looked at Mu Liuyun. He had seen Mu Liuyun practice swords before. Zhang Chi still remembers the demeanor unique to martial arts masters like wind and clouds.

Now Mu Liuyun is practicing entry-level Tai Chi swordsmanship, and he is holding a thinly sliced ​​wooden sword. The real sword is not worth mentioning for ordinary men, but for him now It is already too heavy a burden.

Many people think that the Taiji swordsmanship of the Shangqing Palace is not a martial art at all, but only as an introductory routine taught by young children when they first learn martial arts. The movements are very simple and the rhythm is very slow, but Mu Liuyun is serious about every move and gesture. .

Some movements that ordinary people can easily complete, such as horse stance and standing on one leg, are very difficult for him today. Nevertheless, he completed the whole set of movements with as standard a posture as possible. When he stopped, His breath was obviously unstable, and in such a cold weather after the snow, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Seeing him working so hard, Zhang Chi felt distressed and took a handkerchief to wipe him, but Mu Liuyun blocked his hand, and went back to the room panting.

Zhang Chi suddenly understood that Mu Liuyun's recovery was not as good as he thought.

Since this meeting, Mu Liuyun has been sitting most of the time. Even if he stands up and walks occasionally, he will not stand for too long or walk too far. Already lucky.Mu Liuyun just doesn't like to expose his fragility to others, so he usually tries to maintain a calm appearance, but he gets up early every day, practicing the swordsmanship only practiced by novice children in a small courtyard without anyone.

Zhang Chi felt sad for a while, but he didn't show anything on his face. He took the fox fur and put it on Mu Liuyun.

In fact, Zhang Chi came to Shangqing Palace for other things besides seeing Mu Liuyun. After breakfast, he went to meet the head and Mu Liuyun's senior brothers according to the etiquette. It was snowing lightly again, Mu Liuyun did not stay in the room to warm up by the fire, but stood in the small courtyard, silently looking at the plum blossoms that had just sprouted.

"Liuyun..." Zhang Chi hesitated to speak, but Mu Liuyun looked back at him. The beautiful woman under the plum blossom tree was so picturesque, Zhang Chi suddenly felt so much reluctance, and the words he was about to say goodbye were stuck in his throat.

"Are you leaving?" Mu Liuyun still guessed something from his faltering attitude.

Zhang Chi took a few steps forward to grab his hand, and as expected, Mu Liuyun's fingers were cold again: "...I came to see you after so long, but I have to leave after staying for two days, will you Blame me?"

Mu Liuyun shook his head: "It's okay, I know you have something you should do, and you shouldn't be indulging in the love of your children all day long. Don't worry about me too much, no matter when you come, I will always be here."

"I will write you a letter when I get back." Zhang Chi reluctantly said, "I will send a special messenger to deliver it. Later, I will train a group of pigeons to fly to you every day."

"Ah."

"It's just over a month before the Chinese New Year. When the time comes, I'll come to Shangqing Palace to watch the New Year with you."

"it is good."

"I miss you every day!"

"...don't stop."

***

No matter how reluctant Zhang Chi is, he still has to force himself to say goodbye to Mu Liuyun. There are really too many things waiting for him to do. Including the time spent on the road, it takes three or four days to go back and forth. The new eagle guards don't know what kind of chaos has become.

Mu Liuyun didn't go to see him off, but sat in front of the brazier with his sleeves folded, staring at the plum blossoms in the vase for a long time in a daze.

It was specially folded by Zhang Chi for him, lest he stand in the yard looking at the flowers and freeze to death.

No matter how long they have been apart, Zhang Chi is always as warm and considerate to him as ever. With his indifferent personality, few people except Zhang Chi may really be able to bear it.

While in a trance, someone knocked on the door: "Junior brother, are you resting?"

He could tell from the sound that it was Tian Xingdao, the head of the Shangqing Palace, Mu Liuyun went over and opened the door, and saluted, "Senior Brother, the head."

"Come on, sit down and talk." Taoist Tian Xing turned around and closed the door, sat opposite him, and said kindly as usual, "I heard from the doctor that your injury has almost recovered, and there is something that is time I told you."

Mu Liuyun didn't answer, and waited for the next sentence without interest. Taoist Tian Xing said: "Before you were injured, you had already practiced the unique internal skills of the Shangqing Palace to the eighth level. Among the thousands of disciples in the school, no one has done it. You are such a talented person, but I never told you before, that there is actually a ninth layer of internal strength in Shangqing Palace."

Although Daoist Tian Xing talked a bit nagging when he was old, he was not the kind of person who would just talk nonsense to someone when he had nothing to do. After Mu Liuyun's martial arts was exhausted, he came to tell him these things, but he didn't know what his intention was.Daoist Tian Xing was not in a hurry to explain, but talked about a long past event: "Actually, before the founding of the sect, the patriarch once injured his tendons for some reasons, resulting in the loss of internal energy. He retreated in the mountains for nearly ten years. In [-], Shen realized a set of inner strength mentality completely different from the existing martial arts, not only restored his own strength, but also improved to a higher level, reaching the extraordinary state that no one in the martial arts at that time could match. , he took this unique set of mental methods as the ninth level of the martial arts mental method of the Shangqing Palace, and named it Nine Turns and Returning to One."

Mu Liuyun finally raised some interest: "There is such a thing, why have I never heard of it?"

"This exercise is really profound and mysterious, and it is very attractive to martial arts practitioners. However, it was practiced by the patriarch when his tendons were injured and his internal strength was lost. Ordinary people can't comprehend the meaning of it at all. Mysterious. In the past, there were more than one person in our sect who sacrificed their own martial arts in order to practice the ninth level of heart method, but they were unable to comprehend this unique skill after all, and just ruined their own cultivation in vain." Daoist Tian Xing sighed. "Those who think they understand the mysteries of the Nine Turns Returning to One Heart Method are all masters who have already become famous. In order to break through their own limits, they end up abolishing their martial arts. What a pity. So from a few generations ago, the head of the sect has been This secret book has been sealed up, and the disciples are not allowed to mention it again. It is only said that there are eight mental methods in the Shangqing Palace. After several generations, outsiders have no way of knowing the existence of this set of mental methods. A secret that can only be known by a few elders."

Mu Liuyun's hand unconsciously grasped the armrest of the chair: "Is the secret book of the mental method still there?"

"Of course it's still there, I brought it for you." Daoist Tian Xing took out an ancient book that looked like it had been around for a long time, "Since ancient times, the only person who has practiced this mental method is the Patriarch. Some of the tricks may only be known to him, and others may not be able to comprehend them, but for you, there is no harm in practicing them anyway. With your talent and aptitude, you may really be able to penetrate the mysteries of this mental method. We can see."

Mu Liuyun had already opened the secret book and read it, but he didn't care about it. Taoist Master Tianxing was also used to the temper of his junior, so he didn't say anything more, got up and left on his own, leaving him alone to immerse himself in the world of martial arts.

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