The old man did not enter the wooden house, but sat down by the pool and said, "It's right here. You can go and see it yourself."
He Qizhou didn't say much. He went to the wooden house first. The wooden door was rotten. He pushed it gently and fell in. Except for some blackened rafters, there was no thatch on the roof. There were two rooms inside and outside, except for a few
A piece of bamboo furniture still has some appearance, and the other wooden cabinets and beds have collapsed to the ground. It seems that no one has been here for at least ten years.
He Qizhou found a bamboo knife and a bamboo sword beside a small bed. It should have been played with by Yang Zheng when he was a child. He was going to pick it up and take it away, but after thinking about it, he put it back where it was. After leaving the cabin, He Qizhou took off his clothes.
I took off my clothes, leaving only a pair of underwear and walked to the waterfall. It had not rained in the past few days. The water droplets falling from the top of Baizhang Mountain were scattered by the wind. From a distance, I was completely soaked. I walked slowly along the mountain wall to the middle of the waterfall.
, there are some huge rocks, standing on them and trying to let the condensed water column impact, the impact is actually a bit stronger than Bailian Mountain during the rainy season, He Qizhou thought, if after a heavy rain, the impact may be very amazing.
Under the violent waterfall, He Qizhou found a flat stone platform in the huge pile of rocks. It was slightly raised in the center and very smooth around it. He Qizhou understood what was going on when he saw it. He thought that Yang Zheng and He Qingshan were both here.
People meditate and practice on the stone platform, so compared to the surrounding areas of the stone platform, the place where you sit in the middle is washed away by water for less time. Looking at the bulge, you can tell how many generations of Huashan disciples have practiced here.
On a whim, He Qizhou sat cross-legged on the stone platform and started practicing Hua Zhen Gong. Now, due to his breathing limitations, he could only perform it for thirteen weeks at a time under water, and five weeks on the water. Now that he saw the waterfall, he started to exercise again.
Eager to try it out.
As soon as he sat down, the pressure of the waterfall was familiar and strong. Without the shackles of breathing, He Qizhou didn't even expect that he would run for nearly thirty weeks in one breath, until he couldn't bear the pain that he could no longer bear.
He stopped and suddenly remembered that the old man was still by the pool. He rushed out of the waterfall, but saw that the old man seemed to have fallen asleep. He Qizhou screamed several times, and then the old man opened his sleepy eyes and said: "If there is nothing urgent, you can go there
Practice some more time here."
He Qizhou calculated the time. If he hurried on his way, it wouldn't be a problem to stay for another seven or eight days. He nodded and said: "I'm going to the Altai Mountains to harness horses. I should be able to stay for another seven or eight days. My master and adoptive father are also at the waterfall.
Are you here to practice martial arts?"
"Yes, they have to breathe under this waterfall for at least two hours every day. This is the secret method of our Huashan Sect, which can make the foundation extremely solid." The old man replied.
"How old was your foster father when he started practicing martial arts with you?" He Qizhou asked.
"His grandfather was already eight years old when he sent him here. He started a little late, and his physique was not very good. His strength and intelligence made me think of formally accepting him as a disciple for the first time, and he really
It lives up to expectations..." the old man said with a smile.
"Master, how old are you this year?" He Qizhou was really curious about how old this old man was.
"It's a hundred, right? What year is it now? Is Jiang Cong still the emperor?" The old man was a little embarrassed. He really didn't know how old he was.
"Well, it's still Jiang Cong. The new country name was changed this year. It is now the first year of Dingbei."
"Oh, I just remember that I was born in the year when the third emperor of Daliang came to the throne. I was exactly fifty years old when the Jiang family founded the country." The old man said.
"Master, according to this calculation, you are one hundred and twenty-one years old this year!" He Qizhou was surprised that this old man has lived for so long! But doesn't he have a good memory? Why would the innkeeper say that he doesn't remember things?
"Oh, it's coming soon. The deadline is only a year or two away at most." The old man murmured.
"Why do you say that? You are so powerful, you will definitely live for a long time." He Qizhou said.
"Haha, you are as cunning as Qingshan and as bold as Yang Zheng. When you reach my level, you will naturally be able to figure out your own limit." The old man said with a smile.
"Master, why don't you live here instead of living in a small cave outside the mountain?" He Qizhou was a little confused.
"I used to be an elder of Beifeng. I saw with my own eyes that among those in Beifeng, the younger ones followed Qingshan to Youzhou and never came back. The older ones also died of old age. Who will get me food here? The ones who came later
I can't even look at those mediocre people!" The old man said sadly: "Actually, after the news of Yang Zheng's death came, I no longer had the intention to stay here. I just wanted to go outside the mountains to enjoy some human fireworks, right?
, is there any news about Qingshan now? Is he really betrayed? "
"This...that's what the rumors say, but no one has seen He Qingshan in these years, so it's not necessarily..." He Qizhou said a little against his will for fear of hurting the old man's heart.
"Oh, it's all my fault. Tell him that everything is done with his heart in mind. He has never paid attention to imperial power and ethics. Now he doesn't even care about justice. If you meet him one day, just say I asked him to come here.
Come face the wall and think about it!”
"This... okay." He Qizhou thought to himself that after I find out the truth, I want to take revenge. How can I let him go so easily while doing harm to the country? But I don't want to hurt the old man's heart, so I have to agree first.
"Let's go, I'm a little hungry. Master, let me invite you to drink." The old man was very happy today. He never thought that he would meet the descendants of Yang Zheng in his lifetime. Moreover, both their talent and perseverance were so outstanding, as if they had returned to the time when they were dozens of years old.
years ago.
"Master, I'll treat... Okay, then you have to treat me to a nice meal!" He Qizhou happily agreed, not wanting to dampen the old man's interest.
"It's not in vain. I'm tired. Please carry me back to the inn!" the old man said.
After He Qizhou breathed out a round, he was full of energy. Just when he felt that his strength was useless, he nodded and said: "Okay, Master, if I fall, you have to save me."
"I've been wanting to sleep lately, don't worry, as long as I'm awake I'll definitely save you." The old man lay on the back of He Qizhou, who was squatting down, and continued: "He's a little bigger than Yang Zheng, um, not bad."
He Qizhou smiled bitterly. Fortunately, the old man was very light. He must not have weighed a hundred pounds. After holding his hands firmly, he followed the original path. Going down the mountain is easier than going up. Carrying someone on his back is even harder. Before going up to the cliff of the North Peak, it was basically
They were supporting people with one hand and climbing with the other, and their clothes were torn in many places. However, when they reached the cliff more than a hundred feet high, He Qizhou ran into difficulties. He would never be able to climb up with one hand!
Suddenly, he felt that the snoring old man behind him tightened his hands and feet. He Qizhou tried to loosen his hands and found that the old man was hugging him very tightly, so he would not fall. He took a deep breath and used the newly learned "Deep Whirl Skill" with his hands and feet.
He climbed up the ground, only to realize halfway up that it was far more difficult to carry a person up the mountain than he imagined. His arms gradually became numb, and his energy consumption was even greater. The old man's hands and feet hooked on him were like shackles.
It becomes increasingly difficult to use your hands and feet.
He Qizhou understood that the rest of the journey could no longer rely solely on deep swirling skills, but had to rely on finding gaps and bumps that could be grasped and stepped on. As a result, the upward speed would be extremely slow. He Qizhou climbed one step and looked at three steps.
, I adjusted my breath and rested as soon as I could gain a foothold, but as I went up, I relied more and more on the deep swirling technique to absorb the cliff. I wanted to wake up the old man on my back several times, but I still gritted my teeth and endured it.
When we were more than ten feet away from the top of the mountain, we really couldn't go up any more, so we had to take out the dagger again and stab it into the cliff. One hand was hung on the dagger, and the other hand accumulated the remaining internal strength to absorb the cliff, and then pulled out the dagger and stabbed it.
He went in, changed his hand to hang on the wall, and kept going back and forth until he finally climbed up. He Qizhou seemed to be in a state of collapse, but the old man still hung on, and his snoring became even louder.
He Qizhou had no choice but to lift the old man's legs and sit cross-legged with him, breathing and breathing to regain his strength. His arms seemed to be filled with lead and were still shaking uncontrollably for a long time.
I don't know how long it took, but the sun hung over the distant mountains across the fertile soil in the west, gradually getting lower than the North Peak. He Qizhou felt that the true energy was flowing in his body again, and his fingers could barely exert force, so he gritted his teeth
Carrying the old man down the mountain, fortunately, He Qizhou, who had mastered the key points of the Deep Whirlpool Kung Fu, already knew when to exert force to slow down his fall, and easily landed on the mountainside. He did not stop even after avoiding the Huashan disciples, and continued all the way down, finally landing in the sun.
Arriving at the foot of the mountain before going down, the clothes on his body were soaked with sweat and became wet and dry again. When passing by the Mountain God Cave, the old man woke up for no reason. He patted He Qizhou and said, "Stop! Let me down."
He Qizhou put down the old man as he was told and hurriedly went to drink the water flowing from the mountain wall. He felt extremely refreshed. He saw the old man walking slowly to the statue of the mountain god with his back hunched over, and skillfully took away a few coins from the mountain god's arms.
Said: "Let's go and have a drink!"
Seeing him walking down, He Qizhou asked: "Master, don't you want me to carry it?"
"Do you think I can't walk? Among the boys in the inn, which one doesn't secretly admire my strength?" said the old man.
It's true. I've admired you for so long. I'm afraid I'll call you immortal secretly. He Qizhou cursed. Carrying him up and down just now cost him half his life. It felt worse than doing martial arts for a whole day.
tired.
"There are ordinary people in the inn, don't reveal my identity to them," the old man said.
"Well, I just said that I met you on the way down the mountain, and you were so kind as to invite me to drink." He Qizhou replied obediently.
"Confucians can be taught!"
The innkeeper never thought that the lonely old man would invite this strange young man to drink. He Qizhou took the opportunity to hint to the old innkeeper, saying that he would be fine with good wine and good food. After working hard all day, he was about to faint from hunger.
The old man may have had enough sleep on the road, so he stopped talking as soon as he entered the tavern, and just drank and ate food. From time to time, he pointed at He Qizhou with his chopsticks, telling him to eat without being polite.