Wu Shanyin said: "One of them is music. This technique can connect the world, cleanse the dusty heart, and keep in motion. You can reach the immortal platform."

Xu Xiaole thought to himself: What do I think it is? There are so many paths to becoming an immortal, and this is really meaningless.

Wu Shanyin saw Xu Xiaole shook his head slightly and continued, "The second is calligraphy and painting. Freehand landscapes are painted in the middle of the tiny, and the spirit is peaceful and the body is leisurely, and naturally forms a elixir, parades through the three realms."

Xu Xiaole said: "This... Although I like Ou Boting Master's paintings very much, I feel a little embarrassed to ask me to draw them myself." He said in his heart: It is said that good things are put at the end, and it seems that this old Taoist priest cannot avoid the vulgarity.

Wu Shanyin said: "There are also techniques that have been around for many years, including guidance, massage, breathing and static skills."

Xu Xiaole nodded repeatedly: "I am willing to learn this."

Wu Shanyin smiled and said, "The smart face is stupid and picky, and he chose the most useless one." He mocked Xu Xiaole, then took out a book from his sleeve, and flew towards Xu Xiaole with his wrist.

Xu Xiaole took it in his hand, and there was no text on the cover. When he opened it, he saw a human figure inside, and there were notes on it. There were solid lines on the human figure, dotted lines, and meridian routes. He was not really looking at it in the sky, and was about to ask Teacher Wu to go into the house to talk in detail, but when he turned his head, he found that there was no one around him.

"Why are you pretending to be a terrifying person..."

Xu Xiaole muttered and took the handwritten notebook into the house.

Under the light, Xu Xiaole finally saw the full picture of the manual. All the graphics and texts in it were handwritten, clean and tidy. The matters that need to be paid attention to in each action were also written very thoroughly, how to be considered in place and how to be considered excessive.

What made Xu Xiaole’s scalp most numb was that all the massage, guidance, breathing, and static exercises in this book revolve around the twelve serious merits. If you want to extract a set of health-preserving exercises from it, it is obviously the guidance technique you practiced.

Xu Xiaole thought to himself: Could it be that the guidance technique I practiced was really the result of this old Taoist priest? What is this Taoist coming from?

With such doubts, Xu Xiaole didn't sleep well all night. The next day at dawn, he got up to practice martial arts and then scrubbed. When the boy woke up, he had already cleaned up and sat in a rattan chair to read a book.

Everyone had their own breakfast. After Xu Xiaole had breakfast, someone came to report: "My great master, the master will invite you."

Xu Xiaole followed the man to yesterday's flower hall again, but saw that his uncle Xu Youzhen was already having tea with Yang Shan and Yang Zong and his son. After sitting for a while, he saw a skinny young man being supported by someone. His single clothes were floating in the wind, as if hanging on a clothes hanger. It was Yang Weizeng who had been sick for a long time.

Yang Weizeng came over to kowtow to his grandfather and father, and then greeted Xu Youzhen and Xu Xiaole. When they met peers like Xu Xiaole, they should have kowtowed each other opposite. Xu Xiaole was impatient to play this set of false gifts with him and said, "You have not been cured yet, so you can save your physical strength." The two bowed and said, "Yang Weizeng was grateful."

Yang Weizeng sat on the chair at the gesture of his grandfather and said, "I took Mr. Xiao Xu's medicine yesterday and felt like there was a warm stove in my body. I was sweating slightly, so I fell asleep warmly. I woke up this morning, as if I was outing in spring."

Xu Xiaole was not surprised. He had foreseen such a reaction before he drugged it, which could be said to be natural.

When Yang Zong saw that his son could get up and go to the ground, he was even more happy and said, "Mr. Xiao Xu's ability is a famous doctor. Is it a family education? Is it a teacher's teaching?"

Xu Xiaole said: "My great-grandfather served as an imperial physician in the Yongle Dynasty and was given a gift. Grandfather, father, and elder brother all practiced medicine in their hometowns." Although it was the truth, this was just a reassurance for the patients. Xu Xiaole did not learn the medical skills he passed down from his family. He also said: "The one who enlightened me is my uncle. He is also a Taoist priest, and his medical skills are magical."

The Yang family praised them all.

Xu Xiaole finally brought the topic to the "Taoist Priest" and asked for his own sake: "Mr. Yang, why didn't he see the old Taoist priest yesterday?"

Yang Shan smiled and said, "He is a very human being! He comes when he says he is, and when he says he is a god-like figure. If he wants to find him, he will never find him unless he comes to you himself."

Xu Xiaoleqi said: "Do he often come to the house?"

Yang Zong replied for his father: "When it's too often, I'll come once or twice a year, and I'll stay for more than ten days each time. When it's too rare, I'll come once every three or five years, and leave with my face. It's really casual. But he is a real land immortal. He has never seemed to have grown old since I saw him when I was young."

Xu Xiaole's heart moved: Isn't this the same as Uncle Master? But Uncle Master is much younger than him.

Yang Shan said: "There are no outsiders here. I will just say it. Just think of it as a stranger." He cleared his throat and said slowly: "I was a student at the age of seventeen, and that was the Hongwu Dynasty. Later, when the Fengtian Jing Dynasty came, Li Jinglong's army surrounded the capital. I made contributions to the defense of the city and gave me the gifts of the servants who were quoted by Dianyi.

"In the first year of Yongle, I was promoted to the preface class of the Honglu Temple." Yang Shan recalled his youthful life and laughed: "That was a small official from the ninth rank. However, because I grew up and had a loud voice, the old emperor Taizong often looked at me when he came in and out. It was then that I met him."

This "he" is naturally the immortal Wu Shanyin. Xu Xiaole asked, "How did you meet him?"

Yang Shan smiled: "After saying this, I have leaked his old man's bottom line."

Xu Xiaole took out the manual given by Wu Shanyin last night, turned to the preface in front, and said, "Because he was also an official in the court back then? Here he said that he was responsible for compiling the songs of the ritual and bells. What kind of official is that?"

Xu Youzhen blurted out: "Taichang Temple?"

When Yang Shan saw the booklets in Xu Xiaole, he stopped hiding them and said, "He was summoned by Montazzo and was responsible for compiling the elegant music of the temple and the dance music of the state."

Xu Xiaole said: "No wonder he has the confidence to teach me the music. It turns out that he compiled the dance music of the National Chao."

Yang Shan smiled: "His greatest ability is to be proficient in the Book of Changes, and he has learned the essence of Shaw Brothers plum blossoms, so he can only make it true." He sighed and said: "At that time, I looked at him, and he seemed to be fifty or sixty years old, and he was full of energy. Some people in the palace said that he was over 100 years old, and I refused to believe it no matter what."

"From the first year of Yongle to the present, forty-eight years have passed." Yang Shan touched his stomach, corrected his son's misunderstanding, and said, "I am so old now that he looks like he is over 80 years old. It can be seen that he will grow old after all, but ordinary people are one year old, and for those who have attained enlightenment, they are probably only half a year old, and perhaps even fewer."

Xu Xiaole thought to himself: If this is the case, he would be older than his uncle. He said that he changed the "Yi Jin Jing" to "Little Friends of the Li family", could he be really the ancestor of his master? It would be really scary like this!

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