The wind is clear and the moon is bright, the moon is falling and the sun is rising, day and night change. Fortunately, there is still a spring breeze in the world.
The two Luopo Mountain disciples didn't sleep all night, so they just sat on the wall and chatted. They didn't know where they could find so much to talk about. Fortunately, a Qi practitioner who once almost fell to the bottom is now on his way again.
On the road to the top of the mountain, and not just halfway up the mountain, the road to eternal life is long and the road to heaven is difficult. Others walk, and some run. If you can ride a horse and ride away, you are a real genius. The other man is taller and his skin is no longer
For such a black girl, breaking through the realm of martial arts is like eating melon seeds. Even after chatting all night, she is still in high spirits and not tired at all.
Cui Dongshan stood up on the wall and said that the ancient god towered over all the mountains in the world, held a long whip, and could drive the mountains to move thousands of miles.
Another god reached out and held it up, and there was a scene of a bright moon rising over the sea.
There are also gods who run tirelessly between heaven and earth. The gods do not appear physically. They only carry the sun on their shoulders, without any cover. When they run close to the world, the sun will be high at noon. If they run far away, it will be the sunset in the west.
A gloomy scene.
Anyway, Pei Qian's left ear goes in and the right ear comes out, and the big white goose is talking nonsense. It's not the master's speech. It doesn't matter whether she listens or remembers it. So Pei Qian actually likes talking to the big white goose, and the big white goose always has something to say.
There are endless weird things to say and endless stories to tell. The key is that even if you have heard it, it doesn’t matter if you forget it. The big white goose never supervises her homework, which is much better than the old cook. The old cook is very annoying.
Knowing that she was diligent in copying books and had never been in debt, she still asked every day, why ask, if she had so much free time, wouldn't it be good to stew an extra pot of spring bamboo shoots and bacon, and cook an extra plate of cress and parsley?
When Pei Qian thought of this, he wiped his saliva. In addition to these special dishes, there was also the old cook's deep-fried dried stream fish, which was really a masterpiece.
Before going on this long trip, she made a special trip to the stream with millet grains and grabbed a large basket. Then Pei Qian stared at the old cook in the kitchen and asked him to use snacks. He must give full play to his 120% skill.
This skill was brought to the Great Wall of Sword Qi for the master. If the taste was bad, it would be outrageous. In the end, Zhu Lian almost didn't use the six-step walking pile and the monkey boxing just for this fried dried fish.
This made Pei Qian satisfied. Later, they ate in their hometown. At first, Pei Qian wanted to carry it on her back in the package and take it all the way to Daixuan Mountain. However, the journey was far away and she was worried that she would not be able to let it go. Once she arrived at the ferry at Laolongcheng, she saw Feng Chen
When Cui Dongshan arrived, the first thing he did was to ask the big white goose to hide his little heart in something close at hand. To this end, he made a deal with the big white goose. Those golden dried fish were 10%.
His, and then along the way, Pei Qian changed his ways and ate up his 10% with Cui Dongshan. It was crunchy and delicious. Old Master Zhong and Cao Xiaomutou seemed to be greedy. Pei Qian had
The next time I asked the old man if he wanted to try it, the old man was thin-skinned and said no with a smile. Then Pei Qian would just take it as Cao Qinglang and don't use it either.
The cooking skills of her old cook are really nothing to say. She has to give her a thumbs up sincerely. But sometimes Pei Qian will pity the old cook. After all, he is old and there is nothing he can do about getting old and ugly. His chess skills are also not good.
She is not very tall, and she is not very good at saying nice things, so thanks to this skill, otherwise in Luo Luo Shan, where everyone has something to do, I would probably have to rely on her help and support.
But if you do this kind of thing for a long time, it won't work. In the end, people will still look down on you. Just like Master said, if a person doesn't have any real ability, then he just wears new clothes and a high hat.
It will make people look down upon you. Even if others praise you to your face, it will only be viewed as a joke behind your back. On the contrary, those farmers, shopkeepers, and long kiln workers make a living by relying on their skills. Whether their life is good or bad, in the end
He won't let people poke his back. So Pei Qian was very worried that the old cook walked too gracefully, and he imitated the young Chen Lingjun. He was worried that the old cook would be praised by the Taoist gods from the nearby mountains, and he would not know his surname, so he named his master
These words were told to Zhu Lian exactly as they were. Of course, Pei Qian kept his teachings in mind. His master also said that when you reason with others, you don’t just have to be reasonable yourself. You also have to look at the customs, the atmosphere, the timing, and your own tone.
and mentality, so as soon as Pei Qian thought about it, he called the loyal right protector and came up with an extremely beautiful Knocking Mountain Zhenhu. Xiaomi Li'er just nodded and accepted it humbly. Afterwards, she could record it in Pei Qian's merit book.
After listening to it, the old cook felt a lot of emotion and benefited a lot. He said that she had grown up, and Pei Qian knew that the old cook must have listened and was quite pleased.
Cui Dongshan walked slowly on the top of the small wall. It was the six-step walking pile. Pei Qian felt that the big white goose couldn't walk well, and it was just a flashy showpiece when it swayed here and there. But the big white goose didn't learn from his master.
It doesn't matter if it's boxing, otherwise Pei Qian would really have to recite a few words about boxing from him. Once you do some things, you can't be careless, and you can't do it if you don't take it seriously.
Cui Dongshan walked back and forth on the narrow wall and muttered to himself: "According to legend, ancient Taoist monks could enter dreams and see the true spirit with sincerity. The three lights circulate, the sun and the moon revolve around, the direction of the heart, the direction of the stars, the vast gods
The light, forgetting the opportunity to cleverly shine on all the bones, I have a pot hole in the sky on my sleeves, let me control the wind and clouds in the sea, and be free with the heaven and the earth. There is a general meaning in this sentence, all laws return to the source, come to me, and take a word from the poem, the gods have not been here since ancient times.
Collect money. Pedestrians on the road move forward. Life and longevity are as fleeting as morning dew. Life and death are vast and there is no immortality. There is only the door of cultivation, the family tradition of Taoism. There are gods and immortals above the head. The night is vast and boundless, and there are people sleeping under the underworld.
, never sleeps for thousands of years, there is a half-dead man in the middle, who lives forever and has nothing to do, but lowers his head and plows the fields of blessing for the world."
Pei Qian asked: "My master taught you?"
Cui Dongshan stopped his fists and slapped his forehead with his palms, not wanting to speak.
Pei Qian said regretfully: "If it wasn't what Master said, then it would be bad."
Cui Dongshan stood on his own as a golden rooster, stretched out his two fingers together, made an awkward posture, and pointed at Pei Qian, "Ding!"
Pei Qian suddenly stopped moving.
Then Pei Qian snorted coldly, his shoulders shook, and the punches flowed out, as if the "immortal magical power" was broken up, and he immediately returned to normal. Pei Qian crossed his arms across his chest and said, "It's a small trick, but it makes people laugh."
Cui Dongshan pretended to be surprised, took two steps back, and said in a trembling voice: "You, you, you... who are you? Where did you come from? Why can you break through my magical powers at such a young age?!"
Pei Qian rolled his eyes and said, "There are no outsiders at the moment. Who can we show it to? How about we save some energy? It's almost done."
Cui Dongshan sat back next to Pei Qian and said softly: "If you want to succeed without leaving any traces, you must not practice and practice? It's like the secret skill of our gatekeeper in Luolu Mountain, Shaking the Mountain Fist. If you don't hit it hundreds of thousands or millions of times, you can't do it."
effort?"
Pei Qian sneered and said, "Two different things. Master said that when you go out, travel around the world, be kind to others, and be sincere!"
As soon as Pei Qian moved out her master and her husband, Cui Dongshan, there was nothing she could do. If she talked too much, he would be easily beaten.
But Pei Qian quickly whispered: "You two masters will no longer be able to see us, so practice hard again. Because master also said, no matter on the mountain or in the rivers and lakes, you must not have the intention of harming others, and you must have the intention of guarding against others."
Showing the enemy weakness can help save one's life. Showing the enemy strength can save trouble."
Cui Dongshan nodded, deeply convinced.
There are not many other things in Luolu Mountain, but there are many truths.
In the early morning, two wives, Zhong Qiu and Cao Qinglang, one old and one young, were unstoppable. They opened the windows almost at the same time, silently recited the morning reading from the sages on time, sat upright, immersed in it, Pei Qian turned around and curled his lips, pretending to be disdainful.
.Although she looked disapproving and never said anything, in her heart, she still envied that Cao Mutou. When it came to studying, he was indeed a little more like a master than herself, but that was all, so she didn't care.
I don’t even pretend to be different, and my relationship with the words in the sages’ books has never been that good. Every time, I am following an unpleasant flattery, knocking on doors every day and being a guest, as if I am not welcome. They don’t know the time.
This time a smiling face opened the door to welcome guests, but he was too arrogant and irritating.
Only occasionally, maybe three times, did the words on the book finally open up to her sincerity. In the private words of Pei Qian and Zhou Mili, those ink words no longer "died on the battlefield of books".
", but "jumped out of the grave, showed off his power, and scared people to death."
Zhou Mili was startled when he heard this. He frowned and was so frightened that Pei Qian borrowed a talisman for the right protector to put on his forehead. Zhou Mili moved all the treasured romance novels to Nuan that night.
In the tree house, the books were so pitiful that they didn’t even have legs, so they had to help them move to a nest, which confused Nuanshu. However, Nuanshu didn’t say much and helped Zhou Mili look after the books he was reading.
Too many, badly worn books.
Probably as Master said privately, everyone has his or her own book. Some people write books for a lifetime and like to open the book and read it to others.
In order to benefit people, there is only one word "kindness". However, some people never write the word "kindness" in their books, but they are full of kindness. Once you open it, the grass grows and the orioles fly, and the sun shines on the flowers and trees, even if it is
In the middle of winter and hot summer, there is also the lively scene of frost and snow hitting persimmons, which turn red.
After spending a long time with Nuan Shu, Pei Qian felt that there didn't seem to be the word "reject" in Nuan Shu's book.
There were three abnormalities in the words in the book. One was during the trip with the master, and the other two were when Pei Qian was at the most difficult time of feeding fists in Luolu Mountain. He tied a writing brush to his arm with cotton cloth, gritted his teeth and copied the book, feeling confused and dizzy.
When he was half asleep and half awake, he could speak like a swimming fish and arrange his troops. Regarding this matter, I only talked to the master once before. At that time, I had not arrived at Luolu Mountain, so the master didn't say much, and Pei Qian only said a few words.
I'm too lazy to think about it, and I think that probably all scholars who are serious about learning will be in this situation. I have only told it three times, and if I told the master, the master has already ignored it tens of thousands of times, and I have to trap myself and harm myself.
She ate chestnuts at Master's place for nothing. Chestnuts didn't hurt, but they were embarrassing. So Pei Qian made up her mind that as long as Master didn't take the initiative to ask about this trivial matter of melon seeds, she would never take the initiative to ask.
Pei Qian suddenly asked in a low voice: "What state are you in now? That Cao Mudu is difficult to talk to. The last time I saw him just studying every day, he didn't seem to care much about practicing, so I tried to persuade him with a few words and said
Me, you, and him, the three of us are of the same generation, right? I am a boxer and swordsman, and I learned two unique skills from my master in one go. You don’t need to compare with me, there is nothing to compare with.
, right? But you, Cui Dongshan, are already at the Sea Viewing Realm, and Cao Qinglang seems to be barely at the Cave Mansion Realm. How can this be possible? The master is not often around him to teach Taoism, but this is not the Cao Qinglang realm.
The reason for not being high, right? Cao Qinglang is not very motivated. He claims that he will work hard and be attentive, but if I look at it, it still doesn’t work. But I won’t talk about this kind of thing from my master.
Don’t let Cao Qinglang treat a master of martial arts, a peerless swordsman, and a ruthless killer with a villain’s heart. So you really have the sea-viewing realm now, right?”
Cui Dongshan shook his head, "It's not the sea-viewing realm."
Pei Qian clapped his hands with his fist and said, "Is there a cave realm? You should be a part of the middle five realms of gods, right? Forget it, not for the time being, it doesn't matter. You wander around all year round, busy with this and that, and delay your practice.
Realm, it's excusable. At worst, I'll tell Cao Mutou later that you are not in the sea-viewing realm, that's all. I will take care of your face, after all, we are closer."
Cui Dongshan imitated Pei Qian's tone and said with a smile: "Senior Sister is so considerate."
Pei Qian frowned and said, "Sir, please speak up!"
Cui Dongshan held the back of his head with both hands, and his two snow-white sleeves were hanging down like waterfalls. In Pei Qian's eyes, they just looked valuable. These are the master's instructions. Treat the people close to you and don't allow her to peek into the inner lake and other things.
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There once was a golden elixir guest from Chunlupu, Luzhou, Beiju, but he couldn't get out of Cui Dongshan's sleeves. He was detained for a long time, and even with all his magic skills, he was still besieged. In the end, he could only wait to die, and he was alone in the vast world.
, the Taoist heart almost collapsed. Of course, in the end, Jindan monk Song Lanqiao still benefited more, but the mental process during the period must have been uncomfortable.
In Cui Dongshan's eyes, Pei Qian is actually not that young now. Regardless of his height and mind, he is really still a girl in her early teens.
To be continued...