After the old monk finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the inner courtyard. Although Liang Yan was confused and wanted to ask, seeing that he had no intention of answering, he had to give up and follow the old monk.
In the inner courtyard, two people stood facing each other.
"Amitabha, the person who caused your father's death has been punished. The remaining person is just a blind man who actually did not take action. Can't you put aside your grudges and concentrate on cultivating Taoism?"
"What do I mean? It turns out that the old monk is still here to lobby. Since there is no need to say more, the hatred of killing my father is irreconcilable, how can I not avenge it?!"
The old monk had already regarded Liang Yan as half of his disciples. At this time, he wanted to give him some advice, but after hearing these words, he couldn't help but feel annoyed secretly, and cursed in his heart: "What a stupid boy."
The two of them were speechless for a moment, standing opposite each other in the inner courtyard. Suddenly, the old monk raised his right hand and stretched out his index finger to touch Liang Yan's forehead. Liang Yan suddenly felt a stinging pain, and his instinctive reaction was to reach out and touch it.
block.
But the next moment, a formula appeared in Liang Yan's mind out of thin air. It was mysterious and obscure, and seemed to be a method of practicing luck. Liang Yan understood clearly in his heart that this was the old monk teaching him a method, and he immediately stood with his hands down without any resistance.
After a while, the old monk withdrew his right hand, and a complete chant appeared in his mind. Liang Yan took a deep breath, lowered his knees, and knelt down to perform the ceremony of worship.
The old monk stretched out his hand and pulled, and an invisible force suddenly rose upwards, holding his legs so that he could not kneel down.
"You don't have to be polite. What I taught you is just a superficial introduction, just a way to get started. I've said it before. I'm not your master, and you're not my apprentice. When you go out in the world in the future, you can't be a master and a disciple. Do you understand?
"
Liang Yan was stunned for a moment and could only nod his head in confusion.
"You go out and say hello to the people outside first, we will leave immediately."
"Where are we going?"
"Go find an old friend."
Liang Yan's mind was filled with doubts at this time, why the old monk taught immortal magic but did not treat him as a master and a disciple. After thinking about it, he still didn't understand. He was in a trance and had returned to the hall.
Suddenly, a gust of fragrant wind blew over my face, and I saw a cute and gentle little girl with double braids running up to me. It was Wan'er.
She took Liang Yan's hand and said in a half-pleading tone: "Brother Liang, just come with me to the capital for a stroll. The capital is really fun."
"That's not possible. I have other things to do now."
Wan'er looked disappointed, her little face was full of grievances, but she still managed to cheer up and said, "Then you promise, you must come to the capital to play with me in the future."
Liang Yan said "hmm" absentmindedly.
Wan'er's face turned from rainy to clear, and she burst into laughter. At the same time, she stretched out her little finger with her right hand and hooked it on Liang Yan's little finger.
"Then we have made an agreement. Hanging yourself with a hook will not change for a hundred years!"
Liang Yan reacted and looked at Wan'er blankly. His face turned red for no reason, and he said "hmm" seriously this time.
Wan'er seemed to have heard the happiest thing in the world. Her pretty face was white and rosy, which was really cute. At this time, Lin Ziqing's call came from outside the hospital, and Wan'er reluctantly let go of her little hands and walked outside.
Look back from time to time.
“You must come to Beijing!”
Liang Yan nodded silently and looked outside. The woman in red had already packed up with everyone. She carried Wan'er into the carriage and was ready to go on the road. Seeing Liang Yan's eyes, she also nodded to him, then jumped on the horse and took her with her.
As everyone left slowly.
Liang Yan was silent for a moment, then turned back to the inner courtyard and said to the withered back: "Old monk, let's go too."
Winter passes and spring comes, and a year passes in the blink of an eye.
It was a clear day, and a convoy was stationed on a dense jungle trail.
In the motorcade, a young scholar dressed as a scribe, holding an ink folding fan, was shaking his head and reciting poems and praises, seeming to be intoxicated himself.
In the back row of the motorcade, a middle-aged man who looked like a butler frowned with a look of disgust. The person next to him said: "Butler Lu, this young master is getting more and more outrageous. This poem makes no sense."
"Humph, the young master is young and playful. He doesn't like to study. He prefers to seek out those heroes and saints who live in the bustling city and attain Taoism. I don't know how many mountains he has visited and how many temples he has donated to in the past few years."
"Isn't that right? I don't know which temple I met on the road yesterday. I don't know which temple the old monk is from. He also has a young apprentice. Looking at his skinny appearance, he doesn't look like an eminent monk. The young master insisted on getting out of the car and treated him with courtesy.
Taking them on the road together and providing them with good food and drink along the way is just nonsense."
Butler Lu coughed and said, "Okay, don't talk anymore. It's not like you don't know the young master's temperament, and he prefers these eminent monks." When he mentioned the words "advanced eminent monk", he emphasized his tone and looked back.
An old monk sitting cross-legged looked at him, and the irony in his expression was self-evident.
After a pause, he then said: "The young master has been loved by his wife since he was a child. We servants should just do our duty and don't make unreasonable comments!" When everyone heard this, they hurriedly nodded in agreement.
At this moment, a swordsman in green in the front row of the motorcade suddenly shouted loudly: "Everyone is on alert!"
One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and more than a dozen guards who were eating dry food almost pulled out their weapons at the same time and formed a circle with wary expressions.
A strange laugh came from the woods: "Jie Jie! The boy's reaction is quite clever."
Then a burly man walked out from behind the tree, carrying a large copper hammer weighing tens of kilograms on his shoulder. Behind him were four gangsters, one holding a knife, one holding an ax, and the remaining two wielding swords.
Seeing the appearance of the five people clearly, the swordsman in green felt his heart skip a beat, as if he had been hit hard. Then he cupped his fists and said with a bitter smile: "It turns out they are the five tigers and three wolves of Fengyun Village. I have admired them for a long time."
"Haha, little kid, you have some sense. Since you know our great names, why don't you quickly hand over the gold and silver? We can't do the thing of killing them all. Hand over the money and leave you a way to survive."
The swordsman in green was depressed. If these five tigers met one-on-one, he would not be sure of victory. Now that the five tigers are here, although he has many men, they are not the enemy of these people together. If they really fight, no one can do it.
Stay alive.
But there is something important in the car. The city lord personally ordered it, and there must be no mistakes. If it is given with both hands, the city lord will hold it accountable after returning to the city. Not only will he not be able to survive, but neither will the old mothers, wives and children in the city.
"It seems that we can only gather everyone's strength to fight. I will take advantage of the chaos to take that thing away. Well, if the situation permits, I will also take away the bastard of the city lord."
The swordsman in green was thinking in his mind, but the five tigers over there were waiting impatiently. Especially the reckless bandit with the sword was very impatient. Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, he shouted loudly: "Brother, this kid, my mother-in-law, please give me back."
If you're lucky, let me chop off a few heads first."
After saying that, without waiting for an answer, he rushed straight in front of a guard and slashed with his sword. The guard had never seen such speed before. In a panic, he drew his sword to block it, ping! The swords met, and the long sword broke with a sound, and the broadsword
The remaining force continued unabated, and it was wiped towards the guard's neck.
Seeing that the body was about to be separated and the body was lying on the spot, the sword suddenly stopped an inch in front of the neck and could no longer move forward.
Everyone looked up and saw a teenage boy with black clothes and black hair standing on the sword. He was carrying a branch on his right shoulder. On the branch was half a roasted wild boar. It turned out that he had just hunted and barbecued.
The look of returning.
The knife-wielding gangster was sweating profusely and tried to pull the long knife back with all his strength, but the long knife seemed to be nailed in the air and motionless. He couldn't help but feel horrified and shouted loudly: "Brother, the idea is to prick my hand.
Come on, brothers, shoulder to shoulder!"
Someone in the convoy approached the swordsman in green and whispered: "Leader, do we want to go up and help?"
The swordsman in green mused slightly and said: "Don't worry, this guy has been so quiet before. He obviously wants to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger. Let's wait and see what happens and see how strong he is before we talk."
While we were talking here, the five tigers had already swarmed up.
The gangster wielding the hammer rushed forward from the front with a copper hammer in hand, while the gangster wielding the ax had already silently circled behind, preparing for a killing blow. The two tiger wielders of the sword were brothers, and they were later taught the art of combined strikes by an expert.
, the two of them seldom failed when using their swords together. At this time, the two of them used the technique of combined attack, attacking the young man in black one from the left and the other from the right.
The young man in black didn't seem to be worried. Instead, he took off a yellow wooden gourd from his waist, raised his head and took a sip. Then he turned over and jumped up. The gangster with the knife was free. He felt happy and slashed at the young man with his backhand knife.
The young man was in mid-air, not in a hurry, and flew with his left leg. With a "pop!" sound, he hit the knife-wielding gangster in the face. The knife-wielding gangster immediately flew backwards like a leaf in the wind and hit a huge rock.
His face was bloody and bloody, and he died on the spot.
Immediately afterwards, the young man turned his head and opened his mouth to spit out a stream of white mist, which seemed to be the drink he had just drank. The target was the gangster behind him who was wielding an ax. The gangster's expression changed and he hurriedly waved the ax to resist.
But the white mist was as fast as lightning and hit him in an instant. It was like a hundred needles piercing paper. Countless blood holes appeared on the gangster's body. The life in his eyes disappeared quickly. He was actually sprayed to death by the young man with a sip of wine.
The young man squirted the drink in the air, fell down, and landed on one foot with his right foot. A circle of transparent ripples seemed to spread from his feet. The two tigers, who were wielding swords on the left and right, suddenly felt a huge force coming from their feet.
The heartbeats of the two men were instantly shattered. The two of them still maintained the movement of thrusting their swords sharply. They took two steps forward and barely reached the young man. Then they tilted their heads and fell to the ground dead.
This black-clothed young man could only flip over in the air, kick one person to death, spray one person to death, and shock two people to death. All of this is a long story, but in reality it only took a few breaths.
Four of the five tigers were gone, and only the hammer-wielding tiger had just arrived in front of him. Seeing the scene in front of him, he was so horrified that he immediately turned around and ran away. But the boy in black never gave him a chance to rush forward.
Just one punch killed him.
After the young man in black cleaned up the five tigers, the remaining people in the convoy looked at each other and did not dare to say a word. This young man's methods were so terrifying. If he had evil intentions towards them, I am afraid that none of them would survive.
The swordsman in green wiped the sweat on his head, stepped forward and gave the boy a fist to please him, and was about to speak. An old voice came from the back of the motorcade and said: "These people are just seeking money, not killing anyone.
It’s too much to leave no one alive after all.”
The young man in black glanced sideways at him and said calmly: "These five people were born in a bandit village, and there must be accomplices nearby. Let them go today, but they will attract more robbers in the future. Wouldn't it be very annoying?"
This young man in black is naturally Liang Yan, and behind the car is the old monk who taught him the instructions that day. The two people acted like no one else was around, asking and answering questions, but no one dared to interrupt. The old monk seemed to have known it for a long time.
His character was that he kept silent after he finished speaking. Liang Yan ignored him and climbed into a carriage, tore off a leg of the wild boar and started to chew it up.
Everyone outside the car looked at each other, and the leading swordsman in green coughed and said: "We can't guess what an expert does. Since they are willing to stay in the car, let's not disturb them too much." Then he ordered the person on the right: "Give me the order.
No one is allowed near the last two carriages!”.
"Yes!" The man received the order and immediately passed the order back.
After the convoy rested for a while, it began to meander south again, but what they didn't know was that in the early morning of the third day, while passing a green mountain peak, two figures quickly left the convoy.
At the foot of Cuishan Mountain, two figures, an old man and a young man, walked slowly. It was Liang Yan and the old monk.
Seeing the sun rising, the old monk walked slowly to a big rock on the side of the road. After sitting cross-legged, he said to Liang Yan: "Let's get started and do today's homework again."
Liang Yan curled his lips, walked to the roadside, stood on one foot with his left foot, hooked his right foot around his ankle, leaned his upper body back and hung in the air, supported his head with his left hand, and arched his back with his right hand. This posture was really weird, but Liang Yan seemed
After training for a long time, I just closed my eyes and said nothing, keeping this posture unchanged.
About an hour passed like this. Liang Yan changed his posture again, this time it was even weirder. He actually lay face down, with his left hand backwards to hold his head, and his right hand to hold his left knee.
If anyone were passing by and saw them, they would definitely point out these two people, but Liang Yan was already used to it. In fact, he had been training like this for a year.
Since the old monk took him out of the teahouse a year ago, he used his great supernatural powers to introduce qi into his body and helped him enter the first level of qi training, which could be regarded as his official start in cultivating immortality.
But since then, the old monk did not teach him the secrets of immortality as Liang Yan imagined. He only taught him eight weird postures. These eight postures can be said to be against human habits. They are as awkward as possible.
.
But the old monk asked him to practice every day until he memorized the eight postures by heart, with no missing details. Then he asked him to make weird postures while following the unknown formula he taught in his mind.
At first, Liang Yan had doubts, but after a few days of posing in weird postures and following the formula, he found that all his bones and flesh seemed to be reborn, and he had infinite strength when running and walking. He gave up in joy.
doubted.
It's just that the postures taught by the old monk were too weird, and the old monk never explained them to him in detail, but only urged him to practice the exercises. Liang Yan was angry, so he named these postures randomly, such as the two postures he used to perform at first.
They are named "Napping Phase" and "Walling Phase", as well as "Swearing Phase", "Punch Phase" and the like.
The young man concentrated on practicing, while the old monk closed his eyes and meditated. The two were silent for a long time. When Liang Yan finally finished his work, the old monk slowly stood up, nodded at him, turned and walked up the mountain.
Liang Yan intuitively felt that the old monk seemed to have something on his mind when he came to Cuishan this time, but he never said much, and Liang Yan didn't like to ask too many questions, so he could only follow behind him dully.
After walking on the mountain road for a long time, Liang Yan suddenly said: "Old monk, you have been teaching me for a year. Now can you tell me what kind of skills I practice?"
"Hunting Gong." The old monk said without looking back.
Liang Yan was stunned when he heard this, and then immediately realized that he was angry that he gave random names to the postures he taught. He couldn't help but clapped his hands and laughed:
"Wonderful, extremely seconds! This set of exercises of yours makes you either curse in the streets or roll around on the ground. You look like a street gangster. If you call it a gangster's skill, that's more appropriate! Hahaha!"
Liang Yan laughed for a long time, but saw no response from the front. Finally he couldn't help but asked: "Old monk, what are we doing here in Cuishan?"
The old monk's unhurried voice came from the empty mountain road:
