Wei Yuan stretched out his hand and gently touched the yellowed paper, his movements gentle, as if he was afraid that a little force would completely shatter the piece of paper and be washed away by the two thousand years.
The move that the master once taught me was determined to destroy but never completed. It was named the core of the Taiping Department. It is also the most brutal and direct sword move. When there is no peace in the world, it is the last means of resistance for ordinary people. The art of slaying the dragon's veins.
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Wei Yuan never thought that he would see this secret technique again nearly two thousand years later. Even though he had personally seen Zhang Jiao slash the dragon's veins, in the end he only learned the sword technique of cutting luck.
I don’t know the true and complete art of cutting luck.
Later, when I went to Sakurajima last time, I taught it to the little Taoist priest A Xuan.
Xuan slashed at Sakurajima's luck, which was like a circling poisonous snake. The luck spilled out and was swallowed by the Yamata-no-Orochi and turned into the shape of a willow tree. However, Wei Yuan thought of the ferocious and terrifying Aragami Xiangliu.
My heart sank slightly, Xiangliu's strength at this moment cannot be underestimated. If I encounter him when I go to Sakurajima, I'm afraid it will be another fierce battle.
Wei Yuan raised his eyes and looked at the young monk in front of him.
After encountering him several times in a row, the first time he thought he was a monk who was willing to help others, but now the second time they met, the other party also took out the fragments of the Taiping Art. Wei Yuan was keenly aware of this.
Daoyan’s specialness.
The young monk looked calm, stretched out his hand, and said in a gentle voice:
"Master of the Guard, please help yourself."
He saw the vision just now.
When Wei Yuan touched this piece of yellowed paper, light and charm overflowed from the place where his five fingers touched.
Wei Yuan slowly withdrew his gaze.
This place is a museum.
Although he has already seen that the young monk in front of him hides a secret, it may be detrimental to him.
Wei Yuan still calmly closed his eyes.
The five fingers were slightly clasped, and the qi, spirit and charm were entangled like snakes. Wei Yuan closed his eyes, and pictures appeared in front of his eyes.
Thousands of years of time collapsed into quicksand and dispersed from this world.
The surrounding scenes suddenly changed.
Wei Yuan is still sitting here, but the young monk is no longer in front of him. The surrounding museums seem to have turned into simple and rough buildings, and the buildings further away have turned into blurred backgrounds.
Wei Yuan saw in front of him that Taiping Taoist, who was no longer young anymore, stretched out his hand to press on the young disciple next to him. He looked at the fragments of the Tao Sutra in the distance with complicated eyes. In the end, he just sighed softly that fate was like this. Wei Yuan's heart hurt a little.
After a moment, he almost subconsciously reached out his hand when he saw Zhang Jiao so close in front of him.
But this is an extremely clear picture, the teacher, the past self, the place where I once really lived.
Everything collapsed and disappeared in an instant, turning into fine sand with the amber luster of time, disappearing from between his fingers. This was the last afterglow of the Yellow Turban of the Three Kingdoms, and it was also the first and most important part of this fragment of the Taiping Art.
A profound 'memory'.
Immediately, the true spiritual aura in this residual piece of essential technique unfolded completely in front of Wei Yuan's eyes.
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When Wei Yuan closed his eyes, Dao Yan opened his eyes and looked at the young museum owner in front of him.
Yes, very young.
But this is not something incomprehensible.
Because after more than six hundred years of age, he is still so young, even younger than the museum owner in front of him, and can react to this dossier that records the method of severing dragon veins. It seems that he is indeed
It was the doctor from back then.
Dao Yan thought about his past experiences and looked complicated.
His family practiced medicine in the past, and had a little reputation in the Jiangnan area. As the legitimate son, of course he had to inherit the medical skills and the medical clinic. This was a family tradition, and he had been famous for many years, but he didn't like those boring medical skills.
The Taoist Buddha likes wild foxes to meditate and tigers to meditate, stories that are legendary but absurd.
My father got angry more than once.
The famous doctor, who in the eyes of outsiders was elegant and gentle, was so angry that he said:
"If you don't want to learn medicine and let your ancestors' medical skills be lost, I will pretend that I don't have you as my son!"
"I, I, I, I'll have another one!"
The young Dao Yan also had a tough temper and said:
"I don't have a father like you."
"If you have the ability to give birth, just give birth!"
"You, you, you, the traitor, are looking for a beating..."
The middle-aged doctor who had given birth to a son was very angry. Although there were no seven wolves at that time, some of his feelings were the same, so he immediately picked up the bamboo pole and decided to take action.
In comparison, in that era, doctors' children definitely received more beatings.
After all, ordinary families are afraid of breaking their son.
However, the doctors are extremely experienced and know how to strike carefully and where they can hit these little brats painfully without leaving any problems. The most important thing is that there is a doctor at home, and they will treat the injuries after the beating.
Really, if you can't beat him to death, you'll beat him to death.
Why, are you still short of those two kilograms of medicine?
Just when the child thought he was being beaten hard again, the bamboo branch did not fall down.
A young man in a green shirt grabbed the doctor.
When Daoyan carefully opened his eyes, he saw the doctor for the first time.
At that time, Yuan was temporarily staying in his family's medical clinic. He was very knowledgeable and was called Sir.
I don't know his age or his origin.
It's just a medical skill, almost magical.
He seems to be in his thirties, he seems younger, but he also seems older.
However, when Daoyan grew up from a child to a tall young man, the gentle Mr. Yuan always looked like he was in his thirties. At that time, it was this Mr. Yuan who saved himself from becoming a doctor a year early.
With his fate, he was able to have magnificent experiences later on.
But it was him who made him lose his destiny.
It can be seen that Dao Yan's heart is complicated.
Sighing secretly, Daoyan came back to his senses and stared at the museum owner in front of him.
The other party was so defenseless at the moment, and he was laughing at himself. Mr. Yuan back then, even if he claimed to have no past and no memory, could not be so unscheming. He couldn't even tell that he had a secret, but he was like this.
Close your eyes and meditate peacefully.
Aren't you afraid that Daoyan would suddenly attack him and kill him directly?
madness!
Could it be that we have been slacking off over the past few hundred years?
Dao Yan didn't know why, but it was obviously a suitable opportunity for him to take action, but instead he felt an extremely complicated anger, and he knocked on the table with his finger, and a chopstick was controlled. This was the mastery of Taoist sword cultivators in using Qi to control swords.
Means, Buddhist monks with strong Qi and a realm like him can do it, but it is not with skills, but with the force of Qi.
The chopsticks went straight to the center of Wei Yuan's eyebrows.
suddenly,
Two fingers as white as jade clamped the chopsticks.
The young monk was stunned.
Slightly raising her eyes, a girl with an elegant and peaceful temperament appeared on the side at some point. She had a smooth ponytail and long hair on the sideburns with red hair ropes. In that kind of tranquility, there was something solemn and ethereal like a goddess, and she looked like a goddess.
He held the chopsticks in one hand and a book in the other, holding it behind his back with a cold voice.
"Is the young monk a guest?"
With a flick of a finger.
The chopsticks flew back, and a gust of breeze hit Dao Yan between his eyebrows.
Then it fell steadily back to its original position.
What a profound wind control technique!
Dao Yan was instantly alert.
When I was on guard, I also had a sudden feeling, watching Wei Yuan
Is it precisely because of the presence of this woman, who is extremely calm and cautious, and has many back-up plans, that Yuan, who has no idea what he has been through, can settle down and close his eyes in front of him to study this thing?
How can you trust someone so much?
but……
The young monk had a strange look in his eyes.
How can this be?!
Is this still Mr. Yuan...
For a moment, he even had the illusion that he had found the wrong person.
Suzhou in the south of the Yangtze River is naturally a prosperous place in the world.
And there are many beauties in the Jiangnan water town.
Mr. Yuan of the Yao Family Huichun Hall is knowledgeable and has a light and elegant temperament. Of course, many people like him.
The people who came to propose marriage crossed the threshold. Some people had heard of the allusion of throwing fruits to Mr. Yuan. At that time, some women really mustered up the courage to throw fruits to Mr. Yuan, but they always got the advantage of the little monk who was greedy at that time.
, I don’t know that the little jaspers looked at Mr. Yuan’s gentle smile and picked up the fruits, but when they went back to feed the little monk, they were so angry that they tore several handkerchiefs to pieces.
There was even an oiran who asked for a consultation, went to the hospital with his wallet, and temporarily invited other people out. Shyly and timidly, he imitated the Huanhua paper written by Xue Tao, a woman from the Tang Dynasty, and dyed the letterhead with fresh petals that were rare at the time.
He wrote an acrostic poem with soft brushwork. At that time, the rumors went crazy, and even the young monk Dao Yan knew that the drunkard's intention was not to drink.
The results of it?
That Mr. Yuan could actually write three pages full of medicinal materials.
I ignored the acrostic poem on the colored paper made of who knows how many petals.
He also told the woman to pay attention to her health and not to harm herself by staying up late.
To avoid premature aging and so on.
Such a Mr. Yuan actually found such a woman in this world?
After the first moment of difference, the young monk's emotions that emerged in the second moment were actually disbelief and calmness after solving the doubts six hundred years ago, and some kind of emotion that had been accumulated for six hundred years, similar to "Wei"
I felt relieved after the problem of "when will my husband marry me off" was solved?
This is a six-hundred-year-old obsessive-compulsive disorder. That kind of calmness is not enough for outsiders.
He put his hands together and said silently:
"All conditioned phenomena are like bubbles in a dream, like dew or lightning."
"The changes are unpredictable and immeasurable."
Dao Yan had dealt with Wei Yuan several times before. This was not the first time they met. When he came here, he was interrupted several times. There was not much hostility left in his heart. Seeing that unpredictable and profound girl, he simply felt at ease.
Tasting tea.
He said to Yuan Jue next to him:
"The poor monk suddenly felt at this moment that maybe Buddha really exists."
He sighed and whispered silently.
Mr. Yuan even has a confidante.
It is not unbelievable that Buddha is still alive.
Yuanjue was stunned, then put his hands together and said seriously: "There is no Buddha in the world."
Dao Yan: “…………”
The poor monk was just joking.
He saw Jue sitting next to Wei Yuan, quietly reading a volume of the Book of Songs. The monk next to him pulled him and kept talking about how there are no Buddhas and gods in the world, and everything depends on himself; the water ghost in a tuxedo held a hot towel with one hand.
, holding a tray with one hand, with elegant movements, on which a goblet holds black happy water.
There seems to be a fighting spirit diligently practicing the art of drawing swords, a paper figurine and red embroidered shoes playing games.
The young monk fell silent.
Goddess and ghosts live together, Buddhist cultivators live with resentful ghosts.
This is almost synonymous with chaos.
Amitabha,
Dao Yan's forehead twitched.
What the hell is this place?!
At this time, Wei Yuan also saw something he had not expected.