When he arrived at the courtyard, he danced with his sword alone. The strong wind on the sword could actually knock down a branch of a big tree. He could not help but feel very proud. He thought to himself,'I have the two great divine arts of Fox Sect. In time, neither Jiang Tianye nor Liu Hao will be my match.'
Wen Xiaotian's Internal Strength had been progressing rapidly at the beginning, but it actually slowed down gradually. It turned out that he had practiced both martial arts to the same level. " The Fire Fox Divine Skill " was to force the cold air out of the body, leaving behind warmth. The Snow Fox Divine Technique forced the warm air out of the body, leaving only the cold air. Wen Xiaotian practiced two great divine arts at the same time. Naturally, he had just practiced this and then practiced that. The cold air that he had just forced out returned to his body. Naturally, it was in vain. His body was hot and cold, and he even fell seriously ill.
Since he was sick, he naturally could not practice the sword. In these days, Xiaotian focused on practicing the zither.
One day, Yue Jinjing saw Wen Xiaotian's zither skills improve rapidly and said to him,""My Fox Sect has a lot of miscellaneous knowledge. I've been teaching you one by one recently. You have to study each one carefully.”Yue Jinjing then told Wen Xiaotian about chess, calligraphy, painting, medical skills, civil engineering, architecture, and eloquence. Yue Jinjing was very eloquent, and Wen Xiaotian was naturally intoxicated.
A few days later, Wen Xiaotian recovered from his illness and went to the courtyard to test his sword. He danced energetically and chopped at the branch of the big tree. However, although the force on the sword was released to the extreme, the branch only moved slightly. Wen Xiaotian thought to himself," My internal energy has actually regressed so much, so I trained even harder. However, the harder he worked, even in the middle of the night, the more he failed. Not only did his internal energy not improve, but it also regressed."
Disheartened to the extreme, he indulged in miscellaneous arts such as zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting all day long, not thinking of making progress. One day, at night, he felt extremely melancholic. He came down the mountain and went to the West Lake to admire the moon alone.
The moonlight over the lotus pond was filled with desolation. Suddenly, he smelled a refreshing fragrance of wine, and could not help but think of his adopted brother Pang Pangpang. He wondered if he had any wine to drink now. Was there anyone to play with him? He couldn't help but follow the fragrance of the wine and find a hotel.
That night, Xiaotian was drunk. He didn't know when he finally returned to the Silver Fox Cave to rest.
Yue Jinjing only taught each skill for a month, but he taught the essence of it to Wen Xiaotian. Therefore, Wen Xiaotian's ability had grown a lot in the past year.
However, these days, Yue Jinjing had to supervise Wen Xiaotian to learn the zither and sword every day. Although learning these miscellaneous skills affected the progress of martial arts, it also promoted Wen Xiaotian's martial arts in another aspect. He gradually learned to combine miscellaneous skills with martial arts. Sometimes, his martial arts even had the play style of Go, sometimes it had a bit of zither rhythm, and sometimes it had a bit of calligraphy. It was like a painter waving his brush and painting. Although his moves were exquisite, his internal strength did not improve at all. Even Yue Jinjing could not help but be secretly anxious, but he never revealed it in front of him. Yue Jinjing thought to himself,"Maybe this child has suffered internal injuries, so his tendons and meridians are damaged. It's natural for him to cultivate internal energy slowly. Since I've been entrusted by someone, I'll definitely be loyal and give this child high-quality internal energy." Although this child's meridians are unstable, as long as I guide him patiently, there will be a day where he will succeed. Thinking of this, I am no longer in a hurry. I just slowly help Wen Xiaotian regulate his inner breath and unblock his meridians.
Day after day, Wen Xiaotian was immersed in the sea of knowledge, as if his master was knowledgeable in everything under the heavens. Gradually, his respect for his master grew. After all, Wen Xiaotian was still injured. These days, Yue Jinjin had been taking good care of him. With the help of Chinese herbs, Wen Xiaotian's injuries were not as serious as before. It only acted up once a month, and the pain was not as severe as before. However, because he was cultivating the Snow Fox Divine Art, the cold air would always be forced out of his body, but it would re-enter his body. Yue Jin Jing's medicine would be wasted again.
However, these days, Wen Xiaotian and Bai Yun were rarely together. They seemed to have gradually drifted apart. One day, Wen Xiaotian saw Bai Yun and Jiang Tianye chatting and laughing together, holding hands. It was as if someone had punched him in the chest. Tears welled up in his eyes and he didn't know what to do.
He had been stubborn since he was young, but he did not know that he was so helpless now. Although his sword technique was strong, what was the use? Even though he had defeated White Cloud, he could not win her heart. He ran wildly and knocked his knee on a rock. Blood gushed out, but he did not feel any pain at all.
At this moment, a person walked up and looked up. It was Senior Brother Xu Xu."Junior Martial Brother Wen, why is there a cut on your knee?”Wen Xiaotian had a good relationship with Xu Xu, so he could only bite the bullet and say with a bitter smile,""I accidentally fell when I was practicing my sword.”"If Junior Martial Brother Wen has nothing to do today, why don't we go to Hangzhou City and have a drink?" Xu Xu said.”
Xu Xu was usually a casual person and liked to drink. He couldn't get rid of his bad habit of drinking good wine. He always took the time to go to the tavern to drink a few glasses of wine. Ever since Wen Xiaotian got drunk that day, he no longer feared alcohol. Wine can mess up one's character, but I, Wen Xiaotian, am already used to being messy. I'm even messier than I am now, haha! Thinking of this, he smiled and said,"Since Senior Brother Xu has invited me, how can I go against Senior Brother's good intentions?”Xu Xu saw that he had agreed and was overjoyed. Let's leave now.”
The two of them sprinted out. Wen Xiaotian seemed to have mistaken the stones on the road for Jiang Tianye. He raised his feet and the stones fell into the West Lake, splashing circles of waves as if he was responding," Can you sink West Lake with a kick? Wen Xiaotian was furious. He swung his feet even faster. His shoes were broken and blood flowed out from his feet until his socks were dyed red.
When they arrived at the hotel, the two of them found a place to sit down. Most of the hotels in Hangzhou were built near the West Lake. Customers could sit in the hotel, talk about everything, drink, sing, and enjoy the beautiful scenery of the West Lake. Wen Xiaotian could not hold back his alcohol. After drinking a few glasses, he became drunk. He felt the house tremble slightly and his ears buzzed. He saw a white cloud floating past the window. It was so high and unreachable. Wen Xiaotian couldn't help but jump up and rush towards the white cloud. However, he hit the wall with a bang. There was a big bump on his head and he fainted.
In his groggy state, he couldn't help but feel a lot of time pass. When he woke up, he saw himself lying on the bed with Xu Xu accompanying him. He smiled embarrassedly and said,"I didn't know that Junior Martial Brother Wen was unable to hold his liquor. I'm really sorry. Junior Martial Brother Wen, please rest! I won't disturb you anymore." As he spoke, he left the room. Wen Xiaotian thought to himself, I wonder if Master will blame me for coming back so late? He respected his master like a god. Even if his master scolded him, he did not dare to say a word.
He struggled to stand up slowly and looked at his master's room. He saw an oil lamp still lit. Night had long fallen, and the surroundings were silent. There was no sound at all, but a sorrowful zither sound came from within. It was intermittent and mixed with sadness. It was obvious that the person playing the zither was heartbroken. Wen Xiaotian could not help but think of a poem: " Wordless alone on the west tower, the moon is like a hook, the lonely parasol tree deep courtyard locked in autumn. If you can't cut it off, it'll be messy again. It's the sorrow of separation. Don't let the ordinary feelings linger in your heart." He thought to himself, Why is Master so sad? Was he also a sad person?
The sound of the zither was also so desolate, and some of the tones were not accurate. Master had never missed a note when playing the zither. What was wrong with him today?
Although the sound was not accurate, it was intermittent and seemed to form a movement. It was obvious that the person playing the zither had reached perfection. With a casual stroke, he could play a song. The sound of the zither passed through the entire mountain range and drifted back and forth on the ground. The world was so quiet, as if everyone in the world was listening to his master playing the zither and was moved by his wonderful music. Wen Xiaotian thought to himself,"I wonder what's so sad about Master?" With his abilities, would he still be sad? Master was still unmarried. Could it be that the person he loved had left him?
Thinking of herself, two streams of tears could not help but flow out. He was heartbroken, but he always thought that others were like him, but he was wrong about this matter. The sad elegy passed through the air like a person who had gone through many vicissitudes of life. It was about the tragic situation, the injustice of fate, the injustice of life, and the tragic stories. Everyone, regardless of their knowledge or where they came from, would feel sad after listening to it. Tears would rush into their eyes.
Not to mention a sad person like Wen Xiaotian. From the music, he seemed to have heard a story of a person being oppressed by fate, then fighting, fighting again and again, and finally losing tragically. Although Qin could not speak a word, it could build a bridge to communicate with people's hearts at this moment. It could convey a person's joy, sadness, happiness, or sad mood. It could tell a perfect or poignant story. Wen Xiaotian's heart was constantly shaking along with the sonorous and low-pitched sound of Qin.
He was immersed in it, and his heart was filled with sympathy. He actually did not think about his own sad things. Yes, if a person only cared about sympathizing with others, his own sadness would also slowly weaken and fade in this sympathy. Thinking that there were people in the world who were even more miserable than him, he could not help but feel a little comforted. Just like that, he quietly listened to the zither until late at night. The last zither note drifted over West Lake and gradually disappeared into the distance. It became blurry and weaker until it disappeared into the distance. Only then did she return to her room to sleep, but her heart could not calm down for a long time.
The next morning, Wen Xiaotian woke up early and saw Xu Xu walk into the house with a smile on his face."Junior Brother Wen, your Uncle Liu is here to see you.”Wen Xiaotian was delighted. He missed Liu Gong Gong after not seeing him for a few days. Now that Liu Gong Yi had come to visit him, how could he not be overjoyed?
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