Wearing a green shirt, he walked upstream along the river that entered the sea. He did not deliberately walk along the river bank, listen to the sound of water and see the surface of the water. After all, he needed to carefully examine the customs, big and small hills and various customs along the way. The road is surrounded by mountains and rivers, so you need to take frequent detours and don’t walk too fast.
When he made up his mind to do something, he always worked hard and didn't think it was hard, but the people around him could feel at ease. If he was young, he would even be in a happy place. I don’t know the blessings.
Probably because he grew up at the bottom of the market, Chen Pingan has excellent patience and resilience.
Chen Pingan encountered a thought-provoking landscape experience on the way.
Once Chen Ping'an stayed overnight at an inn near the God's Temple in a certain county in the Kingdom of Fufou. At midnight, there were loud gongs and drums that could only be heard by monks and ghosts, and the barrier of darkness suddenly broke open. , under the guidance of various ghosts and subordinates, the ghosts and ghosts near the county town entered the city one after another in an orderly manner. This was called the City God’s Night Court Meeting twice in January, which was known as the City God’s Night Trial. The City God would judge the underworld under his jurisdiction at night. The merits and demerits of things and ghosts.
Chen Pingan quietly left the inn and came to the gate of the County God's Temple. The two day and night wandering gods who served as door gods to prevent the noise of ghosts and ghosts took a closer look and immediately bowed and saluted. They were not calling them immortal masters, but He called Master with a very respectful expression.
After Chen Pingan returned the salute with clasped fists, he asked if he could attend the night trial of the City God.
The Sun Traveling God among them immediately turned around to report, and after receiving the joint permission of the three chief and auxiliary officials of the City God, Judge Wen, and Onmyoji, he immediately invited the foreign monk in.
In the lobby, after the City God sat down to deal with the big case, the civil and military judges and the chief officials of the City God's Temple lined up in order, orderly and orderly, and punished many ghosts and ghosts. If anyone was dissatisfied, and it was not those who had clearly distinguished merits They were the most treacherous and evil people, so they were allowed to appeal to the neighboring Dayue Mountain Lord and Shuishen Palace Lord. When the time came, the Mountain Lord and Palace Lord would send Yinming officials to review the case.
Chen Pingan did not sit on the chair that the City God had specially ordered to be moved out. Instead, he placed the chair behind a red lacquer beam and sat there, closing his eyes and meditating.
When a demon screamed that it was wronged and refused to accept the verdict, Chen Pingan opened his eyes and listened to the rebuttal of the county god.
It turned out that the Yinwu was a Confucian boy with no official title during his lifetime. He once accidentally unearthed a large number of bones outside the county town, and he took them out one by one and buried them alive. Yinwu felt that he had made a great contribution, and questioned why many gentlemen in the City God's Temple turned a blind eye and could not use this to offset his own sins. This was a huge injustice. He must appeal to the Lord of the Water God Palace. If the Lord of the Palace ignored him, , officials protect each other, he will fight to lose the chance of reincarnation, but also beat the drum of injustice, and then appeal to the mountain king of Fuu Kingdom, asking the tiger master to uphold justice for him and severely punish the county and city god for his dereliction of duty.
The City God angrily rebuked: "The City God in this world inspects all living beings in the world. When you are alive, you always do good deeds with the intention of not rewarding them, but without any intention."No matter how evil you do, you will not be punished! No matter how you go to Fujunshanjun to clear up the grievances, you will still abide by tonight's sentence, and there is no possibility of changing the sentence! "
The yin thing sat slumped on the ground.
At the end of Yin Shi, the rooster is about to crow.
The City God's night trial has come to an end.
Chen Ping An then stood up, walked around the beams, stood at the foot of the hall, thanked the City God whose official robe and patchwork were only black and white, and then said goodbye and left.
The City God personally sent him to the City God's Temple.
At the gate, the City God hesitated for a moment, stopped and asked, "Is the master secretly digging for the laborers who enter the deep mountains to mine royal wood in Qujiang County?" Create a path down the mountain with giant trees?
Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "It is true that I have done this before. Seeing that the road is rugged and full of miasma, I can't bear it."
The City God sighed and said: "Two of them should have died on the way to deliver the wood. One was crushed to death by the giant tree, and the other fell off the cliff and died. So the master's move is equivalent to saving two lives." , then Master, can you tell whether this action has accumulated more merit, or has caused more karma? ”
Chen Ping’an smiled and said: “Since the City God has spoken, it must be the latter.” "
The City God looked at the Taoist cultivator, and after a moment, he smiled and said: "The reason why Master is Master, the little god somewhat understands. "
The gods look at the world, not only looking at things but also looking at the heart.
The City God sighed, "People in the world act like a river filled with accumulated water. The water from the river can irrigate the fields and benefit all the people. , will also accidentally flood and cause disasters. Maybe a flood will cause countless people to drown. In an instant, the merits and demerits will change, making people unprepared. Since Master is going up the mountain to practice, you still need to pay more attention. Of course, the little god is humble and has no vision. I hope Master will not be disturbed by the words of the little god. Otherwise, the little god will commit a grave sin. ”
Chen Pingan thanked him again.
Chen Pingan returned to the inn, lit the lamp on the table, and copied the page of a Buddhist scripture for meditation.
After stopping writing, he put away the paper and pen and the page of scripture.
The sky was slightly brighter.
Chen Pingan blew out the light and stood at the window.
If you study the rules of the great road of landscape gods carefully, you will find that there are many deviations from the rules set by Confucianism, and they are not absolutely in line with the worldly sense of good and bad.
In the mountains gradually. Climbing higher and becoming more like a cultivator is the path that must be taken.
This is like everyone growing up.
Chen Pingan is actually in a good mood. p>
Having traveled through so many mountains and rivers, accumulated so many large and small objects, and full of possessions
Chen Pingan is full of expectations for the future.
A single flower is not spring, a garden full of flowers is the beautiful scene that Chen Pingan hopes to see most.
Chen Pingan left the county and continued to walk in the territory of Fugui.
Without the jade hairpin,Without the bamboo hat, I just carried a bamboo box, a green shirt and a bamboo stick, and traveled alone.
That day at a waterside temple, after Chen Pingan went to the temple to offer incense, he saw a thousand-year-old cypress in the back hall of the temple. It would take seven or eight young and strong men to hug it, covering half of it with shade. In a square, there is a stone tablet standing next to a tree. It was written by a literary giant from the country of Fu. The local government paid a lot of money to hire a famous craftsman to inscribe it on it. Although it is a new tablet, it is full of ancient charm. After reading the inscription, I realized that this ancient cypress has gone through many wars and wars and is still standing despite the years.
Chen Pingan liked the text content of the inscription, so he took off the green bamboo book box, took out paper, pen and inkstone, used the bamboo box as a writing desk, and copied the inscription word by word.
The inscription contained a lot of content, and Chen Pingan copied it meticulously. Before he knew it, it was already night.
There is a night ban in the ancestral temple. Instead of driving people away, Miao Zhu and the temple children brought two stools, placed them around the ancient monuments, lit lamps, and helped illuminate the ancient monuments in the temple. It is covered with plain gauze, simple and elegant yet exquisite, to prevent the wind from blowing out the lamp.
After Chen Pingan saw this, he quickly stopped writing and stood up, bowing and thanking him.
Old Miao Zhu smiled and waved his hand, telling the guests to just copy the inscriptions. He also said that the temple had a house where pilgrims could stay overnight.
The old man gave instructions to the child, who then squatted down and dozed off, holding the key in his hand.
The boy was really bored, so he looked behind the man and looked at the copied inscriptions. The writing was good or bad, but he copied it carefully and wrote it correctly. It was hard to tell how good it was. He once visited other ancestral temples. Compared to his own ancestral temple, it was much more beautiful. There were many inscriptions on the wall by scholars and literati, which made each one more elegant than the other. In particular, one literary tycoon was drunk and holding a cup, and wrote cursive scripts all over the wall. It really makes people's hearts sway when they look at it. Although it is written in cursive script on the wall, it is praised by the literary circle of the country of Fu as a picture of an old dragon raining rain.
The calligraphy of the young Confucian scholar in green shirt in front of me is not good, very average.
After Chen Pingan finished copying the inscription, he packed up the bamboo box, carried it on his back again, and went to the guest house to check in. As for how to express his gratitude, after much thought, he could only donate more when he leaves tomorrow. Some sesame oil money.
The child yawned constantly, almost feeling that sleepy bugs had crawled into his ears, but he would not complain that the guest was too lazy. There are many stone carvings and inscriptions on the walls of the temple, so scholars often come here to copy them. He is young but experienced in reading. Grandpa Miao Zhu has a weird temper and always treats scholars with respect and preferential treatment. I heard from several senior brothers in the temple that in his life, Grandpa Miao Zhu received countless people who came to Beijing to take exams or for sightseeing. It is a pity that the scholar of Shanshui has a mediocre reputation. After so many years, no scholar has been named on the gold medal list and has become a high-ranking official in the Kingdom of Fu. In other temples, there are not one or two scholars who have made the temple famous after their official career went smoothly. master.
Chen Pingan walked into the corridor, stopped and looked back.
The leaves of the thousand-year-old cypress are whirling.
Chen Pingan smiled and murmured: "The breeze and the bright moon are moving on the branches, which is suspected to be the light of the sword of the sword fairy."
The child was stunned for a moment, "What a poem. In which book did you read this? "
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I forgot the source.
The little boy said regretfully: "It would be great if the young master could express his feelings. Later, I will ask Grandpa Miao Zhu to find a good calligrapher, take a knife to write for him, and inscribe it on the wall, so that it can be used in our ancestral temple." Add some incense. "
Chen Ping'an looked at the ancient cypress and shook his head.
The boy thought that this foreign boy who was on a study tour meant that the poem was not inspired by him, so he He said softly: "Master, let's go, I will take you to the guest house and rest early. The guest house is not big, but it is clean. Don't worry, I will take care of it. I guarantee there won't be any ants in it. "
Speaking of this, the boy said softly: "If you accidentally bump into me, please don't complain to Grandpa Miao Zhu. "
Chen Ping'an smiled and nodded, humming, and followed the child to the guest house.
Beyond the ancient cypress trees, the branches and leaves were whirling.
That one Gu Mu Jingmei, who was about to transform into a human form, was so frustrated that she almost shed tears. She wished she could hold down the elm head of the temple boy and slap him awake.
You idiot. Little boy, why are you so clueless? Do you know how much blessing the temple has missed?
If you ask the sword fairy to inscribe that poem on the wall of the temple, you might as well reach heaven in one step. ! As for the incense and feng shui of the temple, the tide has greatly improved.
Can the ten noble ministers in the Fuyu Kingdom compare to this person's essay?
The immortal just shook his head at it, but it didn't dare to say anything, lest it offend the immortal, which would be unsightly.
Late that night, Chen Pingan was still practicing the six-step walking. In conjunction with the sword furnace standing position and the Qianqiu sleeping position, the fist spirit flows through the body while half asleep.
There is a different kind of practice in the small world of the human body. >
Cultivation of one's body and mind are both important.
Chen Ping'an's heart moved slightly, but he did not open his eyes and continued to be immersed in it.
Wish the old man a dream on this day. I saw a man in green clothes, carrying an ancient cypress branch on his back, like a knight carrying a sword. This man confessed his identity and was the incarnation of the general cypress tree in the back hall of the temple. He prayed to the temple blessing to leave a calligraphy treasure to the guest in green clothes. No matter what, I must ask the passing immortal master who stayed at the temple to finish this and continue on his way. With such earnest words, the man in green almost cried.
After the old man suddenly woke up, he sighed. It seems that he is not willing to force others to make things difficult, and it is difficult to ask for words from the young scholar who has no idea of immortality before him. However, after thinking about it for a long time, he remembered that the ancient cypress has been associated with the temple for thousands of years. There are indeed many word-of-mouth stories in history that have protected the temple. It turned out that the old man still put on his boots and clothes, and left the house in the night. He only went to the guest house and lingered for a long time. The old man still didn't knock on the door. He turned to Gubai and said softly: "Baixian, okay?" live. I did not follow the words and ask for help. It's hard to predict the behavior of immortals. Since the other party is unwilling to take the initiative to leave the calligraphy treasure,It must be that the temple has insufficient merit and blessings. "
Gu Bai was silent, with only one sigh, and he did not force the old man to change his mind.
Until this moment, Chen Pingan stopped his fists and smiled knowingly.< /p>
Chen Ping'an has always believed that whether a place's feng shui is correct or not, the roots still lie in people, not in fairies. One has to talk about the order of things. As the world calls it, there is no need to worry about leaving green hills without firewood.
p>
The so-called green mountains are still in people's hearts.
So a green shirt was fluttering in the wind in the ancestral temple, and he came to Miao Zhu in an instant and said with a smile: "It takes a little effort." "
Gubai Jingmei, who has not yet obtained a complete human form after practicing for thousands of years, appears as a man in green, but his body is still uncertain. He kneels down and kowtows, "Thank the immortal for his kindness. ”
The old man who gave the blessing to the temple was also a little scared
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I was afraid, so I had to bend down and thank you.
But Chen Pingan accepted the kneeling gesture of the ancient wood spirit calmly.
But the old man's bow was blocked by Chen Pingan's hand.
This was not because Mu Mei was inhumane. Inferior.
But on the great road, the blessings from heaven and earth are actually thanked by the grass and trees for the hard-won opportunity of the great road.
After watching the City God’s night trial, Chen Ping'an is like seeing the bright moon through the clouds, and completely understands one thing.
If a practitioner wants to have a clear mind, he must also be clear about his origins.
Chen Ping'an asked the temple to wish the old man and the ancients. Bai Jingmei waited for a while, went to the guest house, took out a piece of golden talisman paper, sat upright, held her breath and concentrated for a moment, then wrote the poem on it one by one, put the bamboo box on her back and returned to the back hall. At the cypress, he handed it to the man in green and said seriously: "You can bury this talisman where the tree root and the mountain root are connected, and then slowly refine it. On the great road, blessings and misfortunes are uncertain, but they all depend on the original mind. From now on, when you practice cultivation, you should conduct yourself well and be kind and good to each other. ”
The man in green held the golden talisman in both hands and thanked him again. He burst into tears with gratitude and burst into tears.
Chen Pingan no longer stayed in the temple, said goodbye and left. There were few stars and a bright moon on his shoulders. In the bamboo box.
Looking back, Miao Zhu old man and Qingyi Mumei were still watching him leave. Chen Pingan waved his hand and continued his journey.
Okay, save it. A sum of money for sesame oil.
It’s not a loss.
Chen Pingan continued on his way, walking slowly in the dead of night.
No. Day and night, there are no taboos.
The world is like this, and everything has its own fate.
Meeting him in the temple here, Chen Pingan, may have become a so-called blessing. .
But even if the feng shui of other temples is completely different, it may be just the right opportunity to meet other cultivators with different temperaments and eyes. When meeting Chen Ping'an, they will rub shoulders.
There are thousands of roads on the road, all of which are high., that’s why it’s so rare and hard to meet.
Then Chen Ping'an stopped by the Dadu River on the border of Zhongyue in Furui Kingdom and fished next to an old man. The latter was clearly a Qi practitioner, but his realm was not high and he could not see the sea. , the formation was huge, with many maids and boys following around, a long row of blue fishing rods, and countless baits were prepared, one big pot after another, it was estimated that in the big water, no matter how big the fish was, Can be fed well. When the fisherman saw that the young man in green shirt seemed to be a pure warrior of the fourth and fifth realms and a person who liked fishing, he ordered a maid to bring a large basin of bait. The maid smiled and said that there was no need to be polite, sir. Her master was always generous to fishing friends who met by chance. She also said that it would be difficult to catch big fish without making a big nest. When the maid put down the big basin and talked about these words with Chen Pingan, Chen Pingan nodded vigorously and said that for this reason, the old gentleman must be an extraordinary expert in fishing. At first, Chen Ping'an was still a little uneasy about his conscience. After accepting such a large pot of immortal bait, he loudly asked the old immortal master for his Taoist name.
The old man laughed and said: "My friends on the mountain all like to call me the real man of reclamation!"
Chen Ping'an silently glanced at the big basin, thinking that it would be better to live in the world. No matter on the mountain, there are really only wrong names given by parents, and there are absolutely no wrong nicknames.
The old man kept catching fish, but he couldn't catch the fish he wanted.
At dusk, a huge building boat passed by the shore of Dadu. There were men in armor standing solemnly on the building boat. The building boat broke through the water and moved backwards. There was great movement. Big waves hit the shore. There were seven green bamboo fishing poles on the shore. Topsy-turvy.
The old man began to curse, very angry.
A burly military general wearing nectar armor walked out of the building. He held an iron gun and had an imposing manner. He stared at the old fishing man on the shore.
A maid cautiously reminded: "Master, he seems to be the general of the Kingdom of Furui. He is wearing a very rare pair of armor of gods."
"It is the general of the Kingdom of Furuki." General Gaoling!"
The old man took a closer look, stamped his foot, and said angrily: "Damn it, I stepped on a piece of dog shit that was as hard as iron. I heard that this guy has a bad temper. Let's stop it. Evacuate quickly!"
On the other side of the building, there was a woman next to the general who protected the country. Gao Ling lowered his head and whispered to her. The latter nodded and jumped slightly. Standing on the bow railing, ready to go.
Chen Pingan slowly closed his pole.
On the building ship, the conversation between the burly general and a woman was clear to my ears.
A wealthy woman dressed in brocade and brocade, heard that the old fisherman was a wild cultivator from a foreign country, with the Taoist name of Filling the Sea. She had a loose nature and had no realm but little fighting power. An old monk in the Longmen realm. She asked the military general Gao Ling to learn a lesson. There was no need to kill him, just teach him a lesson. For example, beat him half to death, and then find an opportunity to see if he could be accepted as a guest in her house.
The military commander hesitated, saying that this person might not be willing, and had already rejected several invitations from the Emperor of the Jade Kingdom to serve as a worshipper.
Woman Oh OneVoice.
The general understood it.
Furi Kingdom itself is not very powerful, but its backer is surprisingly large, and the woman beside him who is both wealthy and has the aura of a fairy family is one of the draws between Fou Kingdom and that backer.
Although Gao Ling looks like he is only 30 years old, he is actually in his sixties. His official position is not the highest among the military generals of Fu Rui Kingdom, starting from the third rank, but his fists must be the hardest.
With one punch today, maybe he can change from the third grade to the third grade.
So Gao Ling laughed loudly and said: "I don't think we should run away. We might as well come to the boat and have a drink!"
The armored general tiptoed a little harder, and the ship suddenly tilted. A large piece of iron armor clanked, and the soldiers quickly stretched out their hands to grasp the railings without caring about their manners.
Gaoling landed on the water surface of Dadu and walked towards the shore.
Hand out a shot.
A Taoist cultivator in the Guanhai Realm is not a genealogy master, but a wild cultivator in the mountains and rivers. If you know the taste, you should be subdued. If you don’t know the taste, it is better. Just let yourself show off in front of that woman. Fists and kicks.
Just before Gaoling landed, his eyes blurred and he felt heavy in his chest.
The figure retreated all the way back to the building ship.
It turned out that a ghost in a green shirt appeared in front of Gao Ling in an instant, and slapped his palm on his nectar armor. Gao Ling came as fast as thunder, and his movements were as fast as lightning. The wind roared in my ears.
The man clapped his hands lightly, and Gao Ling's figure floated up and landed on the bow of the ferry. He staggered before he regained his footing.
After the green shirt was lightly tapped with a palm, it took advantage of the situation to fly backwards a few feet, flipped a big sleeve, twisted its body quickly, and returned to the shore in the blink of an eye, standing still.
Gao Ling's face was gloomy, hesitating whether to make a fool of himself or not, and forget about winning this fight. Otherwise, she would feel that she had lost face because it was Gao Ling who was not doing things right. That would be the most embarrassing situation, and both parties would not be pleased.
The eyes of the woman beside him were shining, and she smiled and said: "It's okay, there is no need to care about it, let alone hold it accountable. Master once said personally that people under the mountain should not be underestimated. There are always masters among the mountains and rivers. It was not in vain that I got off the boat at Longtou Ferry in the Green Eagle Country and deliberately walked this long waterway. Finally, I got to see the so-called strange man. Once I saw him, I made a profit."
Gao Ling breathed a sigh of relief.
Ashore.
The man clasped his fists as if to apologize to Lou Chuan.
Gao Ling was stunned for a moment, then smiled and clasped his fists in return.
The woman became more and more radiant and said to herself: "Good guy, this is so interesting. Gao Ling, I will remember you!"
The building boat slowly left.
The old monk in the Longmen Realm just wanted to make friends, but the green-robed guest suddenly disappeared.
What to do?
The old monk rubbed his chin, and then gave orders to start moving. He ordered the maids and children to move all the big basins to another position.It was the place where the green-robed immortal fished, and it must be a geomantic treasure.
As soon as he sat down, he suddenly felt refreshed. It was indeed a place that the immortal had taken a liking to. It was clear that the river breeze blowing on his face was a bit sweeter.
Far away.
Chen Pingan continues to travel far away.
Take a slight detour and walk on a plain with a wide view.
Chen Pingan suddenly stopped, put away the bamboo box and put it among the things nearby.
But after a moment, he frowned and thought deeply. Could it be an illusion?
Chen Pingan moved forward slowly.
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Sasao Villa is the holy place in the hearts of people in the Wuling Kingdom.
There are various rumors in the martial arts world about this Zhuangzi.
It is said that the reason why Mr. Wang Dun never married a wife in his life is because he traveled to the north when he was young, suffered emotional trauma, and fell in love with the woman who later became the Queen Mother of Jingnan Kingdom. Although they failed to get together, the old man Wang Bu was also infatuated, so he devoted himself to martial arts. This became Wang Bu's misfortune, but it was a great blessing for the entire Wuling Kingdom.
It is also said that the thin plum wine brewed by Zhuangzi is actually a brewing recipe left by the immortal. A warrior can increase his skill for several years by drinking a jar. That's why the disciples taught by senior Wang Dun are all outstanding, because they are all brewed in the wine vat of Slim Plum Wine.
There are also rumors that there is a heavily guarded and heavily guarded forbidden area in Sasao Villa, where a series of martial arts secrets written by Wang Dun are placed. Anyone who gets one can become a famous person in the world. A top-notch master can rival Fu Loutai's swordsmanship if he obtains the sword manual. If he obtains the sword manual, he can be as good as Wang Jingshan's swordsmanship.
Of course, these are all fake, which makes outsiders salivate, but makes people inside feel dumbfounded.
One of Wang Pu's direct disciples, Lu Zhuo, was helpless about this, but his master never seemed to care about it.
Lu Zhuo is the least qualified among his fellow teachers. He is very slow to learn everything. Swordsmanship, knife skills, and boxing skills are not only slow, but the bottleneck is as big as a mountain. There is no hope of breaking through, even if there is a glimmer of light. No, although the master often comforted him, in fact, the master could not do anything. In the end, Lu Zhuo had to accept his fate. Now the old housekeeper is old, the eldest sister is married far away, and the talented senior brother Wang Jingshan has to take on the duties of the villa in these years. , it really delayed his practice. In fact, Lu Zhuo was more anxious than Wang Jingshan. He always felt that Wang Jingshan should have gone out to explore the world and sharpen his sword long ago, so Lu Zhuo began to get involved with the countless worldly chores in the villa intentionally or unintentionally, planning to help him in the future. The steward and Senior Brother Wang have two responsibilities on his shoulders.
Get up at 10:00, walk around, or practice sword or sword practice. After breakfast, I started to go to the old housekeeper's place to check the accounts, do the accounting, clean up the correspondence between the villa, and the management of many industries. In this situation, the expenses of many disciples in the house need to be consulted with the old housekeeper one by one. Around this time, the lessons like those of a young boy in a school will be completed.Go and watch your junior brother practice his sword for a while, or his junior sister's sword practice. The location is in the back hill of Sasou Villa, it's quiet there.
There were many disciples and family members of handymen in the villa, so a private school was opened in the villa.
The masters and gentlemen who attended the school in the early years were all very knowledgeable, but they could not be retained.
They all come here and then resign after a year and a half. Some of them resign and retire because they are too old. Some of them have no official status, but they are quite famous in Shilin. He was a well-respected scholar, but in the end the master simply hired a candidate who had no hope of succeeding in the imperial examination and never replaced him. When Ju Ren had something to do and asked for leave from the Villa, Lu Zhuo would be the teacher of the school.
In the afternoon, Lu Zhuo will also teach the sword and boxing techniques to a group of his fellow disciples. After all, the brothers and sisters of the same generation as Lu Zhuo also need to practice on their own, so Lu Zhuo becomes the best person to command, but Not only did Lu Zhuo have no grudges about this, but he felt very happy that he could be of some help.
Lu Zhuo’s day today is so trivial and fragmentary. It seems that in a few blinks of an eye, the sky will change from the dawn as blue as the belly of a fish to the twilight of Japanese and Western birds returning to their nests. Only After Xu Shi, the sky and the earth were dim and everything was hazy. Only then did Lu Zhuo have the opportunity to do some things of his own, such as reading some miscellaneous books or flipping through the Shanshui Di newspaper purchased by his master to learn about some of the strange people and strange things of the gods on the mountain. After reading it, , and there is no yearning or admiration, nothing more than keeping a distance.
On this day, Lu Zhuo personally held a lantern and patrolled the villa at night. It was just a routine matter. Although there were many rumors in the world, in fact, there had never been anyone who would break into the villa without following the rules.
The junior fellow over there in the back mountain is still practicing his sword diligently.
Lu Zhuo did not disturb him, and walked away silently, walking quietly along the way.
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He is the one who left. For many years as an introductory boxer, senior sister Fu Loutai and senior brother Wang Jingshan liked to make jokes about him.
Because that boxing post was not taught personally by Wang Dun of Sasao Villa, but a crude boxing manual that he got by chance when he was young. Master Wang Dun didn't mind Lu Zhuo practicing this boxing, because Wang Dun had read the boxing manual and felt that the practice was harmless, but of little significance. Lu Zhuo liked it anyway, so Lu Zhuo practiced boxing according to the manual. Facts have proved that Wang Dun and Senior brother and sister, you are right. But Lu Zhuo himself didn't feel that his efforts were in vain.
On the way down the mountain, I saw the stooped old housekeeper standing at the bottom of the steps, seemingly waiting for me.
Lu Zhuo walked down the mountain quickly.
The old housekeeper has a gaunt appearance and a thin figure. He wears a green shirt and a long coat. However, the old man often coughs, as if he had the root of the disease many years ago and has never recovered.
One of the old man's legs is slightly lame, but it is not obvious.
The old man’s surname is Wu and his first name is Fengjia, which is a relatively uncommon name. Except for Lu Zhuo's fellow disciples, young people and children of the younger generation no longer know the old man's name. Starting from Wang Dun's eldest disciple Fu Loutai, to Lu Zhuo and his junior brothers, they all like to call him by his name.The old man is Grandpa Wu. When Lu Zhuo entered Zhuangzi on the first day when he was young, the old housekeeper was already working as a servant at the Villa. It is said that the old housekeeper stayed at the Villa for as many years as Zhuangzi was.
Lu Zhuo said softly: "Grandpa Wu, the wind is blowing and the night is cold. I will do the night patrol in the villa."
The old man waved his hand and continued the night patrol with Lu Zhuo. He smiled and said, "Lu Zhuo, let me tell you two things. You may be...disappointed. Well, you will be disappointed."
Lu Zhuo felt a little strange. It seemed that the old steward tonight was a bit... Not quite the same. In the past, the old people gave people the impression that they were in their twilight years, as if they were dying and their life was not long. This actually made Lu Zhuo worried. Lu Zhuo may have no hope of reaching the top in martial arts, so he thinks about things other than martial arts, such as the situation of the old man in the villa in his later years, whether the children will have the opportunity to participate in the imperial examination, and whether the Chinese New Year atmosphere in the villa will be stronger this year. .
The old man said slowly: "Lu Zhuo, you actually have the qualifications to practice, and if you were lucky enough to meet a preacher in your early years, your future will be great. It's a pity that you met your master Wang If you are dull, you will turn to martial arts and waste your natural resources."
Lu Zhuo smiled and was about to speak when the old man waved his hand and interrupted Lu Zhuo's words, "Don't say anything yet, it's okay, that's because of you Lu. I have never seen the grace of the gods on the mountain with my own eyes. Qi Jinglong, of course, has a high level. He and you are just friends who met by chance in the world. Qi Jinglong is a little freak who is not a scholar but is better than a Confucian scholar. So you have nothing to do with cultivating Taoism on the mountain. , In fact, he didn’t really know.”
Lu Zhuo was speechless.
The old man continued: "Furthermore, your martial arts talent, Lu Zhuo, is really average, very average. So your martial arts bottlenecks are real obstacles. You can't get over it now, and you may not get over it for the rest of your life." I can't get over it."
Lu Zhuo sighed, feeling a little sad, "Grandpa Wu, I know it best."
The old man also felt a little sad for no reason." There are so many children in the villa, and I am actually most optimistic about your character, so I let you accidentally get the boxing book. But many things in the world are so helpless. If you, Lu Zhuo, were not a good person, your life would go smoothly. When you were young, You can't compare to your senior sisters and brothers. After you grow up, you can still only watch your junior brothers and sisters go away together until they grow old and die. Not even their disciples and your senior nephews, you still can't compare to them. So no matter what you do. Disappointed or not, I am very disappointed, not in people's hearts, but in the world."
Lu Zhuo was a little shocked.
The old man turned his head and looked at Lu Zhuo, "Lu Zhuo, I have one last question for you. Do you mind spending your whole life doing nothing and being a manager of a villa? Year after year in the future, all the scenery will be with you." Doesn't matter much?"
Lu Zhuo thought about it carefully and said with a smile: "It doesn't really matter, I will just be the housekeeper of the village."
The old man nodded, "Very good. Don't underestimate yourself. With people like you around, doing small things, there will be greater hope in the world, and great things will happen.Lift. Therefore, my previous disappointment is not worth mentioning. Each and every Lu Zhuo is the hope of this world. It seems shameless for Qiu Fengjia to say such big words to a bad old man who sweeps the villa, right? "
Lu Zhuo smiled. He didn't want to say anything against his will or hurt the old man's heart, so he had to compromise and said: "It's okay. ”
The old man laughed heartily. At this moment, there is no sign of decay, old age and disease.
The eagle stands as if sleeping, and the tiger moves as if sick. This is his way of grabbing and biting people.
“Since you have passed my xinxing test, it’s time for you to change your path and climb higher, instead of wasting your energy in trivial matters! "
The old man said: "I am leaving the villa tonight. I have been hiding for many years, and it is time to make an end. I left two letters in the accounting room, a valuable mountain weapon and a secret book of the Immortal Family. If you give this letter to Wang Dun, tell him that he, your disciple, has been delayed for many years and it’s time to let go. Take a letter with you and go to Qi Jinglong. From now on, you can practice and become a god on the mountain! A Lu Zhuo who is willing to be the housekeeper of the mountain village for the rest of his life can make the world more hopeful. Then a Lu Zhuo who climbs mountains, practices Taoism and practices swordsmanship will naturally be more beneficial to the world. "
Lu Zhuo had a look of astonishment.
The old man grabbed Lu Zhuo's head with one hand and punched Lu Zhuo in the chest. Lu Zhuo was seriously injured on the spot. His soul was agitated, but he was mute. He was speechless and in great pain.
"Everything else is fine, but this coquettish temper is what I dislike the most. If you, Lu Zhuo, don't fight for a place on the top of the mountain, why should you give up to Tao?" Those Qi practitioners who are worse than bastards? !
The old man stared at Lu Zhuo, who was about to faint, and said in a deep voice: "But if you want to embark on a path of spiritual practice, you have to break the Bridge of Immortality first!" Remember, if you grit your teeth and get through it, there is hope for everything. If you can't survive it, you can just be a housekeeper of the mountain village with peace of mind. ”
When the old man let go of his hand, Lu Zhuo fell to the ground and the lantern in his hand fell to the ground.
Lu Zhuo vomited blood.
The old man squatted down , smiled and said: "Of course my name is not Wu Fengjia, it's just the name of a dead knight who traveled around the world when I was young. He died on the spot trying to save a little roadside beggar who was run over by a wheel. That little cripple has been practicing boxing all his life, just to prove one thing to his savior. A martial artist from the Fourth Realm risked his own life in order to save an orphan covered in pus. This matter, worth! "
Lu Zhuo only felt that the pure martial arts energy gradually dissipated, and the pain was unbearable. He still gritted his teeth and tried to listen carefully to every word of the old man.
The old man smiled and said : "I realized that a set of crude boxing techniques was in the eyes of ordinary people with mediocre qualifications and not a genius. Looking back now, the boxing techniques, punches, piles, and punches recorded in the boxing manual are indeed ordinary, so when it came time to practice boxing, I immersed myself in boxing until the fourth year. Only when I was more than ten years old was I able to openly declare my intention to take revenge on the immortal mansion of the leader of the country. Everyone laughed at me for trying to shake a tree and not overestimating my own abilities.! Very good, the essence of my boxing technique lies in moving mountains and seas! It's a pity that you, Lu Zhuo, have been practicing boxing for many years, but you still can't get started, and you can't grasp the boxing intention. It doesn't matter, there are so many roads in the world, you Lu Zhuo is a good person, it doesn't matter whether you are my direct disciple or not. ”
Finally, the old man bent his fingers together and tapped Lu Zhuo on the forehead to make him fall asleep. After all, Lu Zhuo no longer needed to continue his martial arts training. Whether he took this physical hardship or not, It's meaningless. The constant excitement in the soul is the key to going up the mountain to practice Taoism in the future.
The old man in a green shirt and long coat stood up and murmured to himself: "My real name is Gu Mingyou." .
The old man smiled and said: "Before we separate life and death from the person named Ji from Yuanwei Mountain, it seems that we should go and meet that young man for a while." If he dies, it will be considered as returning my Mountain-Shaking Fist Book. If he doesn't die...hehe, it seems difficult. "
The old man thought for a moment and sneered: "I don't bully anyone. Since you are competing for the strongest pure martial artist in the sixth realm, then I will suppress the realm and only... the ninth realm martial artist. Punch ready. ”
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On the plain.
Chen Pingan feels that something is getting more and more wrong.
A huge crisis The feeling envelopes the world.
There is no way to escape.
This is the second time I have visited Luzhou in Beiju.
It is the first time. The first time, at the foot of Zhengrong Peak, he encountered Ji Yue, the Sword Immortal of Yuantiao Mountain.
Chen Ping'an didn't have any panic. Instead, he felt calm in an instant.
Chen Ping'an's vision was calm. Outside the limit, there was an old man wearing a green shirt and long coat, standing there with his eyes closed for a long time.
When he opened his eyes, he took a step forward quietly. Silent.
But after a while, the ground was like a spring thunder.
Chen Pingan narrowed his eyes.
The two-sleeved talisman, the golden robe, and the two flying swords, even if they are swordsmen, are purely external possessions of a martial artist at this moment, and are destined to be of no use.
Chen Pingan believes in himself.
The opponent is at least a mountain-level martial artist!
The strength of his fist is unbelievable.
Chen Pingan started to run forward in a straight line. .
As soon as you retreat or evade, your boxing intention will be reduced by one point, and your chance of survival will be reduced by one point.
If your boxing intention is reduced, you will give up.
When you walk in the world, you will often die if you give up.
Chen Ping'an immediately flew back dozens of feet and suddenly fell to the ground, still unable to stop falling. With such force, all the soles of the boots on his feet were polished off.
The whole body almost fell apart.
This was the first time Chen Pingan used the Shenren Beating Drum Style, but the punch was broken immediately. !
The man didn't move at all, strolling around, seemingly letting Chen Ping'an take a breath of pure energy, follow him in a fluttering manner, and throw out another punch.
In fact, Chen Pingan, whose vision was blurred, was punched in the head again.
Fly out upside down.
There is no way to fight back.
The man wearing a green shirt and long coat had jumped into the sky and punched down.
The punch hit Chen Pingan in the heart.
A large pit appeared on the ground.
Chen Pingan fell to the ground covered in blood.
The meridians of flesh and blood, the limbs and bones, the acupoints of Qi Mansion.
They are all on the verge of collapse.
The old man, who was at least a mountain-level martial artist, just stood on the edge of the top of the pit, with his hands behind his back, saying nothing and no longer punching, just overlooking the bloody man in the pit.
I saw the young man who had actually completely lost consciousness. First he moved a finger on his left hand slightly, and then he tried to put his elbow on the ground and struggled to get up.
The old man in green just looked indifferent, watching the young martial artist's various subtle subconscious struggles.
The young man spent half a stick of incense going from raising his elbows again and again to raise his back above the ground, to falling to the ground again and again, to being able to support his hands on the ground, and then to standing up unsteadily. time.
The old man sneered: "I'm standing here. As long as you can come up and punch me, you can live."
The man is actually unconscious. The young man with only a little bit of his own aura left, bowed his head, swayed his arms, and staggered forward.
The twenty-odd steps out of the slope of Dakeng were like a child carrying a huge basket on his back, climbing a mountain to collect herbs under the scorching sun.
Ascending higher and higher, the young man with a bloody face just raised an arm.
The old man said calmly: "I'm sorry, you still have to die."
With one hand he raised his hand and punched it away. The old man in blue shirt and long coat and cloth shoes punched the young man in front of him. Fight back to the bottom of the pit.
The old man walked down the pit step by step and sneered: "The older you get and the higher your realm, the more afraid of death you are? No wonder after the short-lived appearance of the strongest three realms, the four realms and five realms have not been won. That's the strongest word! In this case, I think you still have to die. It's not good for anyone to give that martial arts luck. If it is given to someone like you, I will feel that the boxing book is dirty."
< p>The half-dead man was silent.The old man frowned, then lowered his head and saw the man moving his fingers slightly again.
The old man smiled.
Very good!
It can be said that he is dead, but his fist spirit is still alive.
This is a small thing.
This is the most unfaithful meaning in the world!
The old man laughed loudly.
(End of this chapter)