Yu Yao calmed down a little, pushed him away with a blushing face, stood up and straightened her clothes. The heat left in her body gradually faded, and her hands and feet became cold again. She frowned, troubled and helpless. Being a woman is really troublesome.
The two lit up the fire sickle and walked around. They found that they were in a natural cave. They could see stone pillars, stalagmites, mantles and stone flowers everywhere. There were many strange peaks and various scenes. No one had imagined that , there is such a magnificent cave paradise hidden in the heart of the mountain, which is amazing.
Yu Yao had no intention of admiring the scenery of the cave. She had already discovered that there were three thick stone pillars not far from the underground river. They stood in the shape of a Chinese character and were suitable for meditation. She informed Wei Shiqi and sat down among them. He took out the Qiankun Yiqi Pill, cut off one-fifth of it with his fingernails and swallowed it, and kept the rest in the jade box.
Wei Shiqi found a secluded corner without disturbing her breathing exercises, leaned against the stone wall and closed her eyes to rest, and fell asleep without realizing it.
No matter the day in the heart of the mountain, when he woke up, he was full of energy. Wei Shiqi stretched his muscles and bones, feeling that his physical strength and energy had returned to their peak.
He walked to the three stone pillars and looked around. Yu Yao was still meditating, with her eyes lowered and her breath long, like a clay sculpture. Her eyes adapted to the dim light. Wei Shiqi looked at her smooth and delicate neck. Licking his lips, he quietly walked away.
He went to the dark river to drink some water, took out the Hidden Snow Sword from the sword pouch, flew up the sword, and used the sword as a pen to carve words on the stone pillars to hone his "accuracy" and "accuracy". The word "stable". He turned over and over and wrote only four sentences - a moment is worth a thousand pieces of gold, and he knew that he had to act on it. The waiter helped her weakly, and Jiangzhou Sima's green shirt was wet.
At first, he was like a child holding a pen, and the Hidden Snow Sword was twisting and turning, and the words were as big as a palm, crooked and shapeless. Wei Shiqi was not discouraged and filled a stone pillar. Just peel off one layer and continue practicing.
Yu Yao concentrated on recovering from her injuries, and Wei Shiqi concentrated on practicing calligraphy. After about half a month of practice, Yu Yao put away her skills, slowly opened her eyes, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and stood up holding on to the stone pillar. The soles of her feet were as light as stepping on a pile of cotton.
The monthly letter has passed, and the cold air in the body has been driven away, but the Tao fetus has withered and has not fully recovered. She is close to fire in the Five Elements, and the sword techniques she practices are the Burning Heart Technique of the Goujian Sect, and the Kunlun Fire Sword Technique. The Red Lotus Technique is the first. Both the Earth Fire Technique and the Burning Heart Technique of the Goujian Sect have their own unique features. The sword seed condensed in the Burning Heart Art and the Tao embryo are one and the same. You can control the flying sword like an arm and your fingers, and you can do whatever your heart desires. However, those who accept its advantages will suffer its disadvantages. Once the sword seed is destroyed, the damage to the Tao embryo will be difficult to heal. .
This is the dilemma Yu Yao faces. Secondly, the golden phoenix sickle was destroyed. She also had a short-handled wild goose sickle, which was a relic of an ancient monk. Although it was incomplete, its power could not be underestimated. However, before her Tao fetus was restored, she could not condense the sword seed. The wild goose sickle is useless in hand.
Warming and nourishing the Tao fetus does not happen overnight. There is plenty of Guishui Qi in the belly of the mountain, and the five elements are in conflict with each other, which is particularly detrimental to her practice.She was troubled both internally and externally. She was worried and couldn't let go.
Wei Shiqi worked tirelessly on Feijian to carve words, and made great progress. His handwriting was as big as a wine cup, with neat strokes and a slight hint of pause. When he saw Yu Yao approaching, he collected the words. Xue Jian asked, "How is it?"
Yu Yao glanced at the handwriting on the stone pillar for a few times and said flatly: "The handwriting is very bad, the poem is not bad, the meaning is a bit vulgar - -These four sentences are not just one piece, they were just thrown together randomly!"
Wei Shiqi asked with a smile: "Have you ever studied poetry?"
Yu Yao sighed quietly as she was touched by her thoughts. He took a breath and said: "When I was a child, I knew a few words and liked to read poems. At that time, there were plum blossoms growing outside the window, and on moonlight or snowy days, I would sit in front of the window, drink a cup of hot tea, and look through the collections of predecessors. It feels like several years have passed. It was a long time ago. If you didn't mention it, I would have forgotten it." It was rare for her to show the look of a young woman. In Wei Shiqi's impression, this emotion was rare. It's called "xiaozi".
After a while, she said again: "These four sentences of yours are very good when broken down. Do you like poetry?"
Wei Shiqi shook his head and said: " I am a rough man who only likes to eat meat and knows nothing about poetry and music."
"Who taught you these four lines of poetry?"
"...I went to town when I was a child. When I was selling animal skins and bones, I met a down-and-out scholar whose luggage was stolen. My father took pity on him and asked me to give him two steamed buns, so he taught me this."
"Haha... "Yu Yao didn't believe his words, "You're elegant in conversation, not a rough person. Those four lines of poetry were deliberately put together to disgust people, right?"
"Are you disgusted? ?"
"There is a point."
Yu Yao suppressed the smile on her lips and stared blankly at the stone pillar. She stretched out her fingers and traced the poor strokes one by one. Handwriting, eyes gradually filled with tears. Qizhen Mountain, small buildings, plum blossoms, moonlight, snowy nights, hot tea, poems, and the memories of the past appeared in front of me one after another. She was just a sentimental girl, with no obsession with monasticism. She just wanted to spend her life in peace. She had longed for elegant scholars, longed for reciting poems and painting, longed for washing hands and making soup, longed for having children, But fate pushed her to the other side. Overnight, she was thousands of miles away. Overnight, Qizhen Mountain turned into a Shura field. Now she worships the Kunlun sect, flies with a sword, travels thousands of miles a day, and is comparable to a land fairy, but she would rather not have these, let everything go back to the past, and stay by the side of her parents and brothers.
She let tears flow down her face and asked blankly: "You said you wanted me?"
"Yes." Wei Shiqi didn't know what she was thinking.
"Read a poem to me. If I think it's good, I will agree to it."