Wei Hong went to Gaoping City every day, and he put on a mask like a black veil.
Gaoping City was bustling with people coming and going, and there were many people in strange clothes, but no one noticed him.
Ye Muxin and Qiao Xianyong have grown up a bit. Ye Muxin is seventeen years old and Qiao Xianyong is fifteen. But Qiao Xianyong has inherited Qiao's strong figure and is taller than Ye Muxin, who is two years older than him.
At one end, two people stood together, and it was difficult to tell who was older and who was younger when they were not talking. In the blink of an eye, they had lived with Wei Hong in Duanyue Cliff for five years.
Since they followed Wei Hong to Duanyue Cliff in the Western Regions, they have not been down the mountain. Food, clothing, and housing are all available on the mountain. When there is a shortage of things, Wei Hong's old servants or cooks will buy them themselves. Compared to them, they are younger in the mountain.
The villages and towns where they grew up were completely different, and the two children lived happily. On the way back to Duanyue Cliff, Wei Hong also went to the village where Qiao Xianyong's mother-in-law lived to look for his mother, but that village was burned down like Qiaojia Village.
They found her mother-in-law's body, but could not find Xianyong's mother. Xianyong could only cry loudly and bury her mother-in-law with the help of her master.
Two teenagers who are almost orphans are deeply dependent on their master Wei Hong.
Master seems to know everything. Qi Men Dun Jia, Xian Xia, Buddhism and Taoism, civil engineering, dyeing and weaving, music, chess, calligraphy and painting, counting skills, and even Persian, Sanskrit, and South Vietnamese. In my free time, I also think of something and two.
The children talk about something, but they are not required to learn it or not be able to do it. Master often said that Ye Mu's heart has many ideas, he wants to know a little bit of everything, but he doesn't learn anything well. But Qiao Xianyong seems to spend a lot of time learning something.
It would take longer, but he would often hold his Xiansong sword in a daze, and then ask more complex questions.
For martial arts, unlike miscellaneous studies, Wei Hong's requirements are very strict.
In the first year of going to Duanyue Cliff, I only learned internal skills. In addition to formulas, internal skills require more diligent practice and more thinking. When internal skills are integrated with the meridians in the body and the thoughts in the brain, even breathing is also practiced.
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Xianyong is more advanced in internal skills. He doesn't like to pester Wei Hong to ask about those martial arts anecdotes and gossip anecdotes. Although Wei Hong seems to have witnessed history, and can talk about hundreds of years of things in a pleasant way,
It's like seeing it with your own eyes.
Ye Muxin liked to please Master the most. She would hold back her meditation for an hour and then yelled to stop. She needed Master to tell a short story before she could continue. Wei Hong saw that she was young and had no parents, so she often hid and cried secretly, so he told her
The requirements are slightly looser than those of Xianyong.
But Wei Hongchang secretly lamented that although the two apprentices were recruited by chance, they are both extremely talented and their understanding ability is many times better than that of many adults. I don’t know if this is fate or something in the vast universe.
Guidance from nowhere.
In the second year, Wei Hong began to teach martial arts to two apprentices respectively.
He assigned each of them swords commonly used in the martial arts world. Xian Yong practiced single swordsmanship, while Mu Xin learned the kung fu of double swords.
After learning the sword, he also learned the sword technique of short weapons, which was used in close combat. However, Wei Hong repeatedly warned that Ruyan and Xiansong swords and daggers should not be used unless absolutely necessary.
In addition to swordsmanship, Wei Hong asked his two apprentices what kind of martial arts they wanted to learn.
Ye Muxin rushed to say, "Hidden weapon!" and then quickly denied herself, "Soft whip! No, use poison, no, no, it's still a hidden weapon!"
Wei Hong secretly laughed at her greed, but pretended to be serious and said, "Then I will teach you a hidden weapon."
It was Xianyong's turn. He shook his head and said, "Master, I just want to practice my swordsmanship well. Please ask Master to teach me the best swordsmanship." Wei Hong was deeply moved by the determination of this child who was just over ten years old.
Xin was surprised and didn't see Ye Muxin making a face behind him.
This was the first time that Ye Muxin and Qiao Xianyong followed Wei Hong out of Duanyue Cliff. Wei Hong didn't mention his destination along the way, so they didn't ask. They just followed the master and listened to the master's tireless talk about every place he went.
Talking about the local characteristics and martial arts schools.
More than ten days later, they arrived at Gaoping City. The inn was already full and there was not a single vacant room in the entire city.
Wei Hong took them to Baiyun Temple in the city to stay overnight.
The two teenagers followed Wei Hong around Gaoping City every day. Wei Hong told them to talk less, ask less, see more, listen more, and not to do anything under any circumstances. They were also very well-behaved but always looked east and west with extreme curiosity.
It was a fine day. It seemed that the lightning and thunderstorm yesterday afternoon had completely passed. Qiao Xianyong sat on the steps at the door of the east wing of the outer courtyard and borrowed a Taoist scripture to read. Unlike Ye Muxin, he worshiped the Wei Dynasty
Before Hong became a master, he only knew his own name. But after his master taught him how to read and write, his interest in all kinds of books became out of control.
He heard that there was an unusual bustle at the gate of the temple. There seemed to be many people or carriages and horses making noisy noises. He didn't take it seriously. If it had been Ye Muxin, he would have gone out to watch the excitement. But Muxin and Master went out to buy groceries.
Well, they borrowed the chef from Baiyun Temple to cook for themselves.
Then, Qiao Xianyong saw Taoist Huayan, the abbot of Baiyun Temple, leading several higher-level Taoist priests to hurriedly greet the door.
This is quite unusual.
Baiyun Temple is the only and large-scale Taoist temple in Gaoping City. Qiao Xianyong and the others have stayed here for four or five days. Only during morning classes every day, they can see Taoist Master Huayan from a distance. At other times, he seems not to have been seen.
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Qiao Xianyong closed the scroll and looked around.
He saw Taoist Master Huayan walking in from the door first accompanied by a man and a woman. None of them spoke, but the man and woman seemed to be very familiar with Baiyun Temple and followed the Taoist priest directly. The man was an old Taoist with gray hair.
, the woman is tall, veiled, walking with a wind, and her age cannot be seen.
More than 20 people followed one after another. Qiao Xianyong recognized several Taoist priests from Baiyun Temple holding whisks. He followed others and pointed at the yard, as if introducing the structure of Baiyun Temple. Several people came in.
There were people, old and young, most of them Taoist priests, and the other half were basically wearing short shirts, leather skirts, and leather boots. They were both men and women, and their faces looked very strange to Qiao Xianyong.
Qiao Xianyong looked at it, then lowered his head and unfolded his scripture.
He suddenly felt as if something was flying towards him quickly on his right back. After practicing internal skills in the mountains for several years, Qiao Xianyong felt as if he had been reborn. His eyes and ears were extremely clear, and ordinary small hidden weapons could not hurt him.
Without even looking, he stretched out his hand to the back right side extremely quickly and caught the object flying towards him.
Then Qiao Xianyong felt something stick to his hand.
He opened his palm and found that it was a ripe red and black lychee, which had been crushed by him. The white juice was greasy and sticky, and it covered his hand.