Another Meaning to the Carefree Grotto-Heaven

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Deep within the cave abode, the faint sound of a dragon's roar and the crisp sound of clashing energies could be heard.

Qin Yi faced Li Qingjun's spear barehanded, and the two had already practiced a hundred moves together.

As the spear's edge hurtled towards him, Qin Yi sidestepped and pushed with his palm, causing the spear tip to graz his side. He then arched his shoulder and deflected it.

Li Qingjun pushed his shoulder with her palm, but couldn't withstand the force and was pushed back. At the same time, a fierce glint flashed in her eyes.

It seemed as if a divine soul had materialized into a sword, which shot straight out.

Qin Yi's soul transformed into a sea, and the sword plunged straight into it, causing a surge in his Sea of Souls, but it ultimately vanished without a trace.

Both of them turned slightly pale.

Qin Yi was truly amazed by Li Qingjun's stroke of luck—the physical and spiritual systems of Martial Cultivation have always been highly specialized. While a fifth-level Bone Forging cultivator might have an energy intensity six or seven levels higher than a Cloud Ascension cultivator, their spiritual strength would at most be only two or three levels higher. Therefore, they could often fight beyond their level, but were also often outmaneuvered in certain aspects. To address this issue, the Penglai Sword Pavilion deliberately created the Sword Imprint Inheritance, but this was ultimately an external object, not part of one's own cultivation.

However, after being forcibly infused with the female ghost's energy, Li Qingjun's soul had reached at least the peak of the Cloud Ascension stage of a Daoist cultivator, which became her most concealed and sharpest trump card.

His own Forging Soul system, which cultivated the ninth chapter of the Chaos Origin, was actually only on par with hers.

It is foreseeable that for a long time, Li Qingjun's spiritual soul will be stronger than her actual cultivation. After all, the female ghost's spiritual soul is close to the Qian Yuan realm, Li Qingjun may be able to reach the Qian Yuan realm smoothly in this system, while her physical cultivation may not be able to keep up.

"Speaking of which, when we're sparring and practicing together, let's not use your Soul-Destroying Sword, it's too dangerous," Qin Yi, rubbing his head and complaining a little.

Li Qingjun said apologetically in a low voice, "I'm not quite in control yet, so it wouldn't have been this sharp."

"So you're going to use me as a practice subject?"

"Well..."

Qin Yi beckoned with his hand and laughed, "Again!"

Li Qingjun gave a slightly reproachful look. "So careless! Be careful you don't really get hurt!"

"Stab it."

"Watch out for your gun!"

The spear flashed again, but it had softened by three points.

Qin Yi grabbed the gun handle and, with a pull, dragged Li Qingjun straight into his arms, then pushed her forward a few steps until they reached the cave wall.

Li Qingjun leaned against the wall and looked up at him.

Qin Yi gently stroked her right hand with one hand, took the gun and tossed it aside, then lowered his head and kissed her.

Li Qingjun closed her eyes and met him.

This kind of "sparring" has been going on for several days, and each day ends up like this...

She gently pressed down on Qin Yi's hand as he untied her belt, and whispered reproachfully, "Senior Sister is still here..."

"She's currently painting Hundred Flowers Scene in the Spirit Herb Garden; it won't be that quick."

"Then... then hurry up."

"Speed is difficult... Watch out for your gun!"

"Hmm..." Li Qingjun turned around, put her hand against the wall, and bit her lower lip tightly.

Qin Yi never desired a life of bitter, relentless cultivation. Under normal circumstances, this would mean both parties were consumed by lust, which could drain their very marrow, making cultivation impossible. Fortunately, the Dual Cultivation Technique was designed for this purpose. Their actions not only didn't hinder their cultivation, but in the long run, their harmonious union actually benefited them both.

As long as it doesn't go on forever.

When it's time for quiet meditation, when it's time for sparring, when it's time for harmony of yin and yang, there's nothing to be pretentious about.

When it's time to play the piano, appreciate flowers, recite poetry, and enjoy the moon, one's soul will naturally be purified.

This is true spiritual practice.

This is the kind of secluded cultivation that Qin Yi envisions. If everyone could follow this model, he would be happy to stay there for thousands of years, let alone a few.

When it comes to staying home, who's afraid of who...?

The gentle Flowing Water Clear Sound " echoed softly in the cave. By the pool, Ju Yunxiu had built a pavilion and was playing the zither.

Since Li Qingjun and Qin Yi stumbled upon her while she was living in seclusion on the island, Ju Yunxiu has been caught up in a long period of struggle, escape, and adventure, and hasn't had such an An Yi life in a long time.

She also prefers this kind of tranquility, or traveling the Cloud Wandering with her servant boy, freely seeing all the scenery and gaining Dao Heart. She is not suited to getting involved in strife.

Now that she has finally returned to this place, she feels more comfortable and at ease than Qin Yi and Li Qingjun.

She may seem less diligent in her cultivation than Li Qingjun, spending her free time Zither and Painting, reading, and sleeping. But this is actually her true cultivation, and in this respect, she and Qin Yi have always had a lot in common.

This is a true friend.

A flute note blends into the piano music, then intertwines and surrounds it, harmonizing and echoing each other, transforming the monotonous solo into a harmonious symphony.

Ju Yunxiu looked up and saw Qin Yi leaning against the cave entrance, playing the flute.

The two looked at each other for a moment, then smiled.

If we're talking about "feelings," their feelings might not be as intense as Qing Jun's, but the fact that they share a love of literature and art, are kindred spirits, and are always by each other's side is the most special thing about them.

This is a true dao companion.

In the increasingly materialistic world of immortals, this State of Mind, which should be the norm, is truly rare.

Even in the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Palace, there aren't many... Most people in the Immortal Palace are "too vulgar," and for someone as eccentric and bourgeois as Ju Yunxiu, finding dao companion is truly difficult.

After finishing the piece, Ju Yunxiu placed her hand on the strings, a half-smile on her face, and said, "Have you finished practicing with your Princess?"

The word "sparring" was emphasized, the sarcasm in it reaching its peak. Qin Yi, however, was so thick-skinned that he didn't even feel embarrassed. He coughed twice, walked over, and sat down next to her.

Besides the guqin, there was also a scroll on the stone table, depicting a hundred flowers and Qing Cha. The flowers were in full bloom, and the Qing Cha was depicted in a charmingly naive manner, all rendered with remarkable realism. Qin Yi laughed and said, "Looking at Senior Sister's painting, I always feel like another Qing Cha is about to jump out of it."

"This is just practicing painting; it hasn't been imbued with your soul." Ju Yunxiu rolled her eyes at him. "I think you just want lots and lots of Qing Cha."

"No, no, one is enough." Qin Yi said, putting his arm around her waist.

Ju Yunxiu didn't argue, turning to look at his profile. "You haven't practiced painting in a long time. Are you going to give up now?"

Qin Yi said, "I still have the interest, but now I've become more pragmatic. I know I won't achieve anything in Painting Dao in the short term, so I won't waste my energy on it. The only things that will benefit the battle are what I'm interested in."

"Although I know you are under a lot of pressure and need to achieve something, your State of Mind has calmed down, which is beneficial to your spiritual practice," Ju Yunxiu said. "From the beginning, you learned the flute and painting not for their fighting power, but to find solace in nature and cleanse your soul. It is the same now, so you should pick them up again and not abandon them."

Qin Yi stood up and bowed, saying, "Senior Sister is right."

Ju Yunxiu laughed and said, "Won't it make you feel like your soul is splitting apart?"

Qin Yi chuckled, "It's not that easy... People are complex. If it's just a label of personality, then it's not Qin Yi, but the person in the painting."

Ju Yunxiu seemed to be deep in thought, "If the people in my paintings could also be so complex and diverse, that would be a great achievement."

Qin Yi unfolded a blank sheet of drawing paper and smiled, "Senior Sister, shall I learn?"

The two stood close together. Qin Yi picked up his brush to paint, Ju Yunxiu gently pointed and whispered instructions.

Fragrance lingers around the nose, sweet whispers echo in the ear, a beautiful woman adds fragrance to the air, a carefree paradise.

Qin Yi felt refreshed and invigorated, and felt that his Painting Dao had improved somewhat.

He painted this grotto-heaven, with its rugged cave walls, clear blue pools, and vibrant flowers and green grass, all bathed in a gentle breeze.

Ju Yunxiu was quite satisfied with what she saw and asked with a smile, "Is there a poem?"

Taking advantage of the questioning, he also quietly moved a little away.

After sitting for so long, I'm starting to get distracted... I really don't know how Qin Yi can concentrate on his painting.

Qin Yi turned to look at her slightly flushed face and smiled, "That's a good poem, a true Daoist poem."

Ju Yunxiu became curious. "Oh? Write it down and let me see."

Qin Yi wielded his brush, his strokes flowing like dragons and snakes. "The spring scenery of the grotto is abundant, and the chaotic mountains stand out like a thousand piles of brocade. The clouds disperse and the rain ceases, the morning sun shines and the mist is light, and the blue sky lies across my pillow. Lying down in comfort, I suddenly open my heart and forget my worries."

"..." Ju Yunxiu's face grew even redder as she read, and she retorted angrily, "Are you sure you're writing about this Immortal Spirit Grotto-Heaven?"

"How could it not be? This was not written by me, but by a Daoist master named Eternal Spring True Person."

"No matter what level of cultivation a person possesses, everything they write tastes strange!"

"You're not pure anymore, Senior Sister." Qin Yi blinked, put down his brush, and whispered in her ear, "What kind of 'clouds gathering and rain dispersing' have you thought of?"

Ju Yunxiu leaned back, and Qin Yi continued to press down on her. Before they knew it, they lay down by the pool, their bodies intertwined, lost in their own world and forgetting to sleep.