Chapter 100: Don’t worry about the road ahead, look at your head

There is a legend in Yingzhou that in ancient times, the Nine Old Immortals lived in ancient times, and their lives were extremely free, without long-term thoughts, and they were not worried all day long. They were just drinking and drinking, but they were talking and laughing, what is the height of the immortal throne, the depth of the Taoist Dharma.

, as light as white water, "happiness is like a god" is played to the extreme on them.

Zhao Zhengli stood at the Sanqing Hall on the top of the main peak with his hands behind his back, looking at the sea of ​​clouds through the waist-length white marble fence.

He sucked and sucked for a long time, but his mood did not calm down as he woke up from his dream, but instead became more and more turbulent.

There was a third pot of "Zuixianjiu" next to him. He withdrew his gaze and stared at the pot in a daze. Although the knot in his heart had been untied, why was his heart heavier?

If he had been in the past, he would still be the carefree young master in Qingcheng Mountain. He would have been confused about his life experience when he was free, but he would not think too deeply. Now he knew everything and witnessed the tragic situation of his parents.

How to avenge this revenge?

Is it because there is a wrongdoer and a debtor, and I will kill the Song family's royal family alone? Or will he let the whole world be buried together?

No matter which one is, it is difficult to ascend to heaven. If you ignore the people of the world in order to avenge your revenge, it seems to be contrary to the will of practice, and you will be even more ashamed of your ancestors if you do not repay them.

Zhao Zhengli was very confused. If he could not take revenge, what was the meaning of his own practice?

No matter how he is stunned by fate or robbing immortality, he is extremely erratic. All he wants is to hold his own destiny, protect the people he cares about, and let the king of a country, the leader of a sect and sect, be unshakable.

Thinking of this, Zhao Zhengli was confident. He looked down at Yingzhou's sea of ​​clouds again, with his eyes firm and determined.

But now I am asking about becoming an immortal, breaking the gate of heaven, and being as illusory as the moon in the water and the flowers in the mirror. Taking the example of a great master who has reached the pinnacle of the Taoist journey today, it can only be consumed by dozens or millions of soldiers.

So in line with the old saying, there are no gods in the world, and the emperor is the heaven. The stronger the soldiers in his hands, the stronger the life!

It seems that this truth was too enlightened by the old emperor of the Song family. He was afraid that he would escape from nothing, be independent, and intercept the barbarians halfway, thus forming the current trend of suppressing Wu Yangwen.

But he forgot that the army is the sharp blade of guarding the national gate. If people in the world don’t want to join the army, will the national gate be ruined?

Because of this, Zhao Zhengli seemed to have expected something.

He looked into the direction of Qingguo from afar and murmured surprisingly calmly: "It's time to take office!"

In his thoughts, his breath surged, like an anger of hatred and a sense of sudden enlightenment.

The three Dao Changhong appeared in front of the Sanqing Hall, and they were Taoist Yuan, the Lord of Yiyuan Mountain, and Taoist Donghua.

The three of them surrounded the young man in plain clothes and were extremely surprised.

The Lord of Yiyuan Mountain lifted the pot left by the white marble pillar and tasted it, wondering, "Is there no fake?"

Then he looked at Zhao Zhengli in Sushan and glanced at him again: "Is it true that he is the reincarnation of a celestial being? If he can peek at the secrets of heaven, the old Taoist must have a thorough understanding of the Taoist practice for more than ten years."

Yuan Chaoyang didn't know much about Zuixianjiu, but only knew that the Master of Yiyuan Mountain patted his chest a few days ago and asked him to make plans to live for a year or two.

It is said that it is the drunken immortal wine that ordinary people can sleep soundly for several months, and a cultivator will have to be drunk for one or two days. Secondly, it depends on the qualifications. He gave Zhao Zhengli three pots of wine in one breath and followed one pot.

Pour three bowls, drink three cups per bowl, no matter how qualified he is, twenty-seven cups of wine will cause him to be drunk for a year or two.

Now he only spent six days, which is naturally surprising. In short, he was drunk for one day, two pots of wine and six bowls, and he was drunk for six days, and was nine times faster than those geniuses with extremely qualified prides, which really made everyone

Opened his eyes.

Taoist Donghua saw Zhao Zhengli looking around and laughed, "Zi. Taoist Zi. Taoist Zi You and his apprentice Fairy Zi You returned to Penglai Island two days ago. The master and apprentice were extremely concerned about the Taoist Taoist, and they all left messages. Zi Yang

The Taoist said that he had the chance to invite a friend to Penglai as a guest. Fairy Ziyou asked him to say that after finishing his work, he would personally find a friend to make up for the regret of a brief acquaintance on the Seventh Peak."

“…”

After hearing this, Zhao Zhengli was ashamed, and could not help but think of the elastic fleshy slap. Now he was distracted when he recalled the scene of the two fighting.

A few people went down the mountain at around noon, and the long rainbow stayed on the mountainside to Guanyun Pavilion. The white mist covering the mountainside had dissipated, and they could overlook the large green mountains and sea.

Zhao Zhengli focused his eyes on the crowd of people who opened the wasteland in the Seventh Peak, and he naturally knew that they were boatmen and friends.

Everyone was very busy, holding a hoe in their hands to carry baskets, pulling weeds and clearing wasteland, digging soil and growing vegetables.

Are you planning to settle down for a long time?

He turned his gaze to his senior brother Yuan Chaoyang, and the white-robed young man smiled: "I thought you would be drunk for a year and a half. We can barely manage three meals a day in Yingzhou, but dozens of boatmen have a lot of appetite.

, with a large number of people, they naturally have to take the initiative to make a living."

Yiyuanshan mainly played a haha ​​to cover up the embarrassment of his decision-making mistakes: "I thought those rough men were only eating but not cooking, but I didn't know that they could open up land and farm and go to the sea to fish. In recent days,

The fish I sent on the mountain could not be finished for three days, which really surprised the old Taoist.”

Then he stroked his beard and smiled and revealed his shortcomings: "It seems to be as Zi. Yang said, the old Taoist is an amateur in observing people and things in the same way as fighting!"

He thought about it and was proud of himself: "But even if he was expecting something like a god, he couldn't win the fight and could not win the wine or drink, well, it would be useless!"

...

No one talked to you.

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The wind blew from the sea, and the huge ship that had broken up raised its sails. The boat horn kept shouting, and the long gown on the shore was watching the distance. Yuan Daoren stood in the void and bowed to the Lord of Yiyuan Mountain.

Li Zhanyi and Yu Xiaowei stood on the deck with reluctance. Not only did they have no worries about food and accommodation, but they even had thin spiritual energy outside like they didn't have money. You can feel the threads entering your body by just breathing and breathing. If you are running and vomiting

It is even more like a tide tank, which only makes people unable to stop.

In these six days, the two of them were basically staying behind closed doors and could not say that they could not go out in a day, but also dozens or hundreds of miles a day.

In terms of benefit, the two of them were the first to bend. At least Yuan Chaoyang could see that the plump Emei Li Zhanyi reached the peak of the middle-grade master, and the "sister-in-law" who was close to perfection also reached the threshold of the middle-grade.

In terms of leisure, Yuan Chaoyang and his beloved wife Yang, they were regarded as guests of Yingzhou. They visited the Tiankeng stone milk that brewed the Zuixian wine. They visited the Taoist temples and visited each other. As for Zuixian wine, they also drank a few drinks.

Cup, it’s just that it’s very effective to reach their level.

The only one who suffered the rough boatmen, but this did not feel any depressed for them. They even felt inexplicably happy about taking a vacation in the fairy mountain. They thought about the barren fields that were hard-earned to be hard-earned.

If they have no wife, children, and young people, they are still determined to settle down, live in the sacred mountain and have an immortal companion, and their lives are more or less affected by the "fairy spirit", and they may be able to live three or five hundred years old.

After all, they are ordinary people. They have reached that level without being pure and have few desires. They are still fresh in three to five months. After a long time, they may not be able to get tired all over. They want to be noisy with fish and dragons, and even more want to be stunning in the dark alley.

So the rough guys resolutely abandoned the newly reclaimed wasteland in Yingzhou and decided to accumulate efforts to return to the secular world to cultivate the "fat fields" of alleys.

The third pot of Zuixian wine was taken away by Zhao Zhengli. In order to make a good relationship, the Lord of Yiyuan Mountain gave an additional article of Yingzhou's "Nine Yao Wuji", which was divided into three articles, middle and lower, and the two articles were the mind method.

, The next article is the exercise.

The gift to Zhao Zhengli is naturally the previous mental method "Nine Breaths and Venom", which is mainly to consolidate the foundation of true qi. True qi is the foundation of the monks, so Zhao Zhengli naturally doesn't mind being more solid. That day he began to remember and practice.

When the giant ship sailed a hundred feet away, the originally faintly clear Yingzhou sacred mountain suddenly blurred, and disappeared in just a few breaths. The whole sight was full of sea water bordering the heaven and earth.

Those rough men who had planned to remember the direction of Yingzhou were completely broken at this moment, and they had a mentality of respecting the heaven, the earth, and the gods.

I don’t know if it was because of the return sea that Dao Ren used the trick quietly or the Yingzhou fog formation that had a miraculous effect. In half a month, it actually arrived at the shore of the East China Sea in three or two days, and directly bypassed dozens or hundreds of islands. The East China Sea City was even more

I didn't see the shadow.

Yuan Chaoyang himself was also confused. He didn't see a few inconspicuous talismans sticking at the stern of the giant ship. When he walked in, he saw that it was a talisman that shrank into an inch. Without thinking, he knew it was the work of the Lord of Yiyuan Mountain.

Yuan Chaoyang bowed to the vast East China Sea and carefully tore off the talisman, giving Zhao Zhengli a question mark, and put all the rest in his sleeves. Then he spoke: "This is a talisman that shrinks the ground into an inch, and the talisman paper is extremely sophisticated.

The talismans written are even more charming. You can copy them when you have nothing to do to see if you can learn some clues!"

Zhao Zhengli wondered: "How is it different from the talismans in our Qingcheng Mountain?"

Yuan Chaoyang paused: "It's like the difference between a wooden stick and an iron stick!"

Seeing that Zhao Zhengli was even more confused, he added: "But it depends on his ability to hold a wooden stick. If he is in the hands of a person with high moral integrity, let alone a wooden stick, he can easily break the iron rod even if he pulls out the roots, grass and leaves."

"If it is at the same level, wooden sticks and weeds are naturally not opponents of iron rods, so it depends on how to turn the sharp tools in other people's hands into your own use. Some are robbed, some are learned, and some are exchanged. It's like going to the sea in Yingzhou this time, this way

We have discussed the preparations for exchanges with our senior brothers."

Zhao Zhengli couldn't help but ask, "What kind of senior brother belongs to?"

The young man in white robe showed a mysterious smile: "All three are used. If you encounter a reasonable person, change it, or learn it, grab it directly if you don't make a profit, create momentum to disrupt the situation, and take the opportunity to take action. In short, you will not give up until you achieve your goal.

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Zhao Zhengli showed strange eyes.

Yuan Chaoyang glanced at him and said disdainfully: "There is an old saying that "in life, you don't steam buns and fight for your breath." The "fight" among them is to compete with heaven and with others, in the secular world, as small as the comparison between people and people, and the big ones

The country is happening all the time, and ordinary people are like this, let alone the monks who go against the will of heaven.”

"As long as we do not indignate between humans and gods, we can try our best to gather the strengths of a hundred schools of thought to consolidate and build our own "Tao".

Zhao Zhengli nodded in a bad way. He would occasionally listen to this senior brother who was more like his master.

Yuan Chaoyang was busy adding: "I didn't teach you to be a bad person, I just warn you to be honest and be tactful in dealing with the world. You must never be soft-hearted to your enemies, and you must be honest with your friends. After all, the world is like a thick ink, and it is in vain.

Paper can be dyed black.”

"In this chaotic world, if you want to beg for the road, in addition to facing your own confusion, you must also resist the punishment of heaven and earth, and also need to guard against unpredictable people. For dozens and hundreds of years, you can eventually grow up

How many people are there? Which of the great masters you are seeing at the moment is not a monster with a mature spirit? Just like the Du family and Bei Shaolin, if they were young, they would have to turn around and burn the temple.

The bigger the matter, the better it will be."

Zhao Zhengli nodded in a daze.

Yang Guifen looked at Yuan Chaoyang who had returned to youth and told her junior brother in an old manner, but smiled sweetly for no reason.

Is this an old bad guy teaching a little bad guy?
To be continued...