After dinner again, Chu Qing lay on the rocks, and the waterfall next to him poured down, as if it was rushing for eternity.

This is a small world. Although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs, with changes in the four seasons and time flowing, it makes people feel that as usual, which makes Chu Qing feel quite comfortable.

At least, there is no need to make a jet difference.

As the sun sets, the golden sunlight falls on Chu Qing like wheat waves. His gray-black robe is spotless, but it looks a bit old. His long hair is casually draped on his shoulders, spreads on his arms, sleeping on the ground, not like a master outside the world, but like a prodigal son.

Perhaps this is true for people walking in the world.

I don’t know when I can get out of this weird circle, and I don’t know what I’m pursuing.

The stepson and grandchildren are willing to turn back.

Generally speaking, they are working hard silently for a certain belief, living as people say, and then working hard against 365 same day, mechanically running.

Are you tired?

Chu Qing felt very tired, but after all, he couldn't help himself. He didn't have the courage to leave everything behind, pursue dreams, and live a prodigal son, nor did he have the romantic idea of ​​playing a small boat in the Ming Dynasty like a poet.

The monkeys on both sides could not stop crying, the boat had passed thousands of mountains, and the fish and shrimps were friends with elks. This is something he would never envy.

But that's the past, now, lying here, I don't think about anything or do nothing. As for the "Daozang" I want to write, I just write wherever I think about it every day. It can be claimed to be all-encompassing to the outside world, but in fact he is just too lazy to write it himself. He writes whatever he thinks about and tests the feasibility, and then adds it.

There has never been a complete "Daozang". He himself has not reached the peak he wants, so how can he write a complete classic?

I don’t think about anything, and I will do it immediately when I think about it. The sound of the waterfall in my ears is like the most wonderful music, giving him plenty of time to listen to the sound of nature.

After a long time, the sun disappeared, and the stars in the sky appeared and disappeared. Even on Yujing Mountain, white mist rose. There were few wild grasses, let alone trees. This was a mountain built with white jade stones. Under the waterfall next to it, you could even clearly see swimming fish constantly slapping the water surface with their tails, playing and harmonious.

Yes, harmony.

A delicate balance, at this moment, it seems that there are scenery and things around it, and it should be there.

But when I looked over, it still seemed to be still.

There are wonderful changes in between movement and stillness.

Chu Qing turned over and broke the calmness, but there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, which was hard to check, and it was difficult to detect without even looking closely. However, he was indeed smiling. The surrounding scenery set off, as if it was a beautiful landscape painting.

Chu Qing is not abrupt in it, but also looks like a stroke of a god. Qingshan sees me so charmingly.

A person, a desk, a book that has not been finished, and even the last word on it is missing. He lies between the mountains and rivers, gentle and comfortable, with stars dotted, the moonlight slipped, and the figures are not lonely, and there are still green mountains and clear waters, which are next to the ink of books.

There was still a wine bowl falling to the ground on the side, and the wine inside sprinkled into the waterfall, as if the fish were drunk and swimming in the water.

The figures were sleeping on the ground, the cups and plates were in a mess, and only the desk was spotless.

Bai Xiaokuang climbed up the mountain and gasped heavily. The mountain peak was steep and almost all made of stones, but its height and size were more than tens of thousands of feet. With his cultivation level in the Qi-cultivation Realm, when he climbed up to the top, he was sweating profusely and exhausted.

He started climbing the mountain in the afternoon and reached the top of the mountain until the starry night.

Look at Chu Qing.

He didn't dare to disturb Chu Qing. He still remembered that when Chu Qing was sleeping, he came over and roared softly. He was slapped for a long time before he could get up. His physique was much worse than Ao Wu. He was slapped by the teacher. I'm afraid that this would be the case in his life.

That was a punch that could make Zhuge Yuan a person with both heart and pulse.

Carefully packed the dishes, cleaned them softly, wiped the surroundings cleanly, and then left.

In fact, he doesn't have to climb a mountain, but he is afraid that Chu Qing hasn't finished eating yet when he comes...

He didn't dare to disturb the teacher's elegant mood...

He remembered that the teacher assigned him something perverted last time.

It's definitely avenge for personal revenge!

When he told Zi Lin, Zi Lin looked melancholy, "In the past, there was a dragon in our Jiuxuan Gate..."

The next morning, Chu Qing got up early and glanced at the clean stones around him. Chu Qing couldn't help but nodded.

Then he splashed his face with water next to the waterfall and continued to write quickly.

Such days lasted for a long time. It is said that there is no Jiazi in the mountains, and I don’t know the year after the year. I have mountains and rivers as my companion. Chu Qing is happy and comfortable. Someone comes to deliver three meals a day every day. He just needs to write a menu and hand it to the Condor Hero.

When you feel happy and sad, you will know the fullness and emptiness.

All the rise and fall are not free, and sitting on the top of the mountain, Chu Qing understood why Long Zheng struggled to seek immortality, and even sent someone to the East China Sea for his own nonsense to find immortality medicine.

Longevity is really tempting.

As long as you are alive, you can appreciate too much.

This is no longer an era when life and death are absurd, and Qi Pengshang is a real existence with the art of immortality.

Even Chu Qing himself was a little amazed. It would be great to be alive.

In a longer period, there must be tens of thousands of years of immortality, so how much can you learn.

Chu Qing thought about it and the movements in his writing were faster. It was not only a foundation for circulating it in later generations and making the Xuanmen prosperous, but also a proof of his own thinking.

He is not so obsessed with the view of longevity, but he can live better. Who would be willing to give his life to others to control?

Someone once said, "Only a golden elixir can I realize that my destiny is in my mind, not the heaven."

In Chu Qing's opinion, there is no essential difference between the outer elixir and the inner elixir.

When the golden elixir is formed, the essence of life will be greatly improved.
Chapter completed!