Chapter 531 The fist at the top of the mountain is a bit heavy
Wearing a green shirt, he walked upstream along the river that entered the sea. He did not deliberately walk along the riverside, listen to the sound of water and see the surface of the water. After all, he needed to carefully examine the local customs, big and small hills and various gods and goddesses along the way.
, so you need to take frequent detours and not walk too fast.
When he makes up his mind to do something, he always works hard and doesn't think it's hard, but the people around him can feel at ease. If he is young, he may even be in the midst of blessings and not know the blessings.
Probably because he grew up at the bottom of the market, Chen Pingan has excellent patience and resilience.
Chen Ping'an encountered a thought-provoking landscape experience on the way.
Once, Chen Ping'an stayed overnight at an inn near the God's Temple in a certain county in Fucheng. At midnight, there was a loud sound of gongs and drums that only monks and ghosts could hear.
Under the guidance of the officials, the ghosts and ghosts near the county town entered the city one after another in an orderly manner. This was called the City God's night court meeting twice a month, which was known as the City God's Night Trial. The City God would judge the merits and demerits of the ghosts and ghosts under his jurisdiction at night.
Chen Ping'an quietly left the inn and came to the gate of the County God's Temple. He acted as the door god to prevent the noise of ghosts and ghosts from the two wandering gods day and night. He took a closer look and immediately bowed and saluted. He did not address him as an immortal master, but called him "Master" with a very respectful expression.
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After Chen Ping'an returned the courtesy with clasped fists, he asked if he could attend the night trial of the City God.
Among them, the Sun Traveling God immediately turned around to report, and after receiving the joint permission of the City God, the Civil Judge, and the three chief and auxiliary officials of the Onmyoji Division, he immediately invited the foreign monk in.
In the lobby, after the City God sat down to deal with the big case, the civil and military judges and the chief officials of the City God's Temple lined up in order to sentence many ghosts and evil creatures in an orderly manner. If anyone was dissatisfied, it was not the treacherous and evil people who had clearly distinguished their merits.
, and allowed them to appeal to the neighboring Dayue Mountain Lord and Shuishenfu Lord. When the time comes, the Mountain Lord and the Fu Lord will send Yinming officials to review the case.
Chen Ping'an did not sit on the chair that the City God had specially ordered to move out. Instead, he placed the chair behind a red lacquer beam and sat there, closing his eyes and meditating.
When a demon screamed injustice and refused to accept the verdict, Chen Pingan opened his eyes and listened to the rebuttal of the county god.
It turned out that Yinwu was a Confucian boy with no official title during his lifetime. He once accidentally excavated a large number of bones outside the county town, and he took them out one by one and buried them alive. Yinwu felt that this was a great achievement for him.
One incident, he questioned why many gentlemen in the City God's Temple turned a blind eye and could not use this to offset their own sins. This was a huge injustice. He must appeal to the Lord of the Water God Palace. If the Lord of the Palace ignored him and the officials protected each other, he would fight to the death.
Even if he loses the chance of reincarnation, he still has to sound the drum of injustice and appeal to the Lord of Mount Yue in the Kingdom of Fuu, asking the Lord to uphold justice for him and severely punish the Lord of the County and City for his dereliction of duty.
The City God angrily rebuked: "The City God in this world is investigating all living beings in the world. When you are alive, you will always do good deeds with the intention of not being rewarded, and unintentionally do evil without being punished! Let you go to Fujunshanjun to beat the drum of grievances, and you will follow the same rules tonight.
There is absolutely no possibility of changing the verdict!”
The vagina sat slumped on the ground.
At the end of Yin time, the rooster is about to crow.
The City God's night trial has come to an end.
Chen Ping'an then stood up, walked around the beams and pillars, stood at the foot of the hall, thanked the City God, who had only black and white robes, and then left.
The City God personally delivered it to the gate of the City God's Temple.
When they reached the door, the City God hesitated for a moment, stopped and asked, "Did Master quietly dig a road down the mountain for giant trees in Qujiang County for the laborers who went into the deep mountains to mine imperial wood?"
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "I did do this before. Seeing that the road was rugged and full of miasma, I couldn't bear it."
The City God sighed and said: "Two of them should have died on the way to deliver the wood. One was crushed to death by the giant tree, and the other fell off the cliff and died. Therefore, Master's move is equivalent to saving two lives. So Master, do you know that this move is
Is it more the merit accumulated, or the tainted karma?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Since the City God has spoken, it must be the latter."
The City God looked at the Taoist cultivator, and after a moment, he smiled and said: "The reason why the Master is the Master, the little god somewhat understands."
Gods look at the human world, not only looking at things but also looking at the heart.
The City God sighed, "People in the world act like rivers with accumulated water. The river water can irrigate the fields and benefit all the people, but it can also accidentally overflow and cause disasters. Maybe a flood will burst the embankments and drown countless people. In the blink of an eye,
The transformation of merits and demerits catches people off guard. Since the master has gone up the mountain to practice, he still needs to pay more attention. Of course, the little god is humble and speaks softly, and he can't talk about any vision. I also hope that the master will not be disturbed by the words of the little god, otherwise the little god will
There is no greater sin."
Chen Pingan thanks again.
Chen Pingan returned to the inn, lit the lamp on the table, and copied that page of a Buddhist scripture for meditation.
After you stop writing, put away the pen and paper and the page of scripture.
The sky is slightly bright.
Chen Pingan blew out the lights and stood at the window.
If you study the rules of the great road of mountains and rivers gods carefully, you will find that they actually deviate quite a lot from the rules set by Confucianism, and they do not absolutely conform to the worldly sense of good and bad.
As you climb higher on the mountain, you become more and more like a Taoist. This is the path that you must take.
It's like everyone grows up.
Chen Pingan is actually in a good mood.
I have traveled through so many mountains and rivers, accumulated so many large and small objects, and am full of belongings.
Chen Ping'an is full of expectations for Luo Luo Shan in the future.
It is not spring when a single flower stands alone, but when a garden is full of flowers, that is the beautiful scene that Chen Ping'an hopes to see most.
Chen Ping'an left the county and continued to walk in the territory of Fufou Kingdom.
No more jade hairpins, no more bamboo hats, just carrying a bamboo box, green shirt and bamboo stick, traveling alone.
That day at a waterside ancestral temple, after Chen Pingan went to the temple to offer incense, he saw a thousand-year-old cypress in the back hall of the temple. It took seven or eight young and strong men to hug it. It covered half of the square and stood beside the tree.
A stone tablet was written by a literary giant from the country of Fu. The local government paid a lot of money to hire a famous craftsman to inscribe it. Although it is a new tablet, it is full of ancient charm. After reading the inscription, I realized that this ancient cypress has gone through many wars and wars, and has remained as gray as time has passed.
Stand erect.
Chen Pingan liked the text content of the inscription, so he took off the green bamboo book box, took out paper, pen and inkstone, used the bamboo box as a writing desk, and copied the inscription word by word.
The inscription contained a lot of content, and Chen Pingan copied it meticulously. Before he knew it, it was already night.
There was a night ban in the ancestral temple. Instead of chasing people away, the temple Zhu and the temple children brought two stools, placed them on the left and right sides of the ancient monuments, lit lamps, and helped illuminate the ancient monuments in the temple. The lights were covered with plain gauze, which was elegant.
But it is exquisite to prevent the wind from blowing out the lamp.
After Chen Pingan saw this, he quickly stopped writing and stood up, bowing to express his thanks.
The old temple official smiled and waved his hand, telling the guests to just copy the inscriptions. He also said that the temple had a house where pilgrims could stay overnight.
The old man gave instructions to the child, who then squatted down and dozed off, holding the key in his hand.
The boy was really bored, so he looked at the copied inscriptions behind the man. The writing was good or bad, but he copied it carefully and wrote it correctly. I couldn't tell how good it was. He once visited other temples, and compared with his own temple,
The temple is much more beautiful, and there are many inscriptions on the wall by scholars and scholars, which makes each one more elegant than the other. Especially one of the literary giants was drunk and holding a cup, and wrote cursive script all over the wall. It really makes people feel swayed by it.
The inscription on the wall is written in cursive script, but it is hailed as a picture of an old dragon spreading rain by the literary circles of the country of Fu.
The calligraphy of the young Confucian scholar in green shirt in front of me is not very good, very average.
After Chen Pingan finished copying the inscription, he packed up the bamboo box, put it on his back again, and went to the guest house to check in. After much thought about how to express his gratitude, he could only donate more sesame oil money when he left tomorrow.
The child yawned constantly, almost feeling that sleepy bugs had crawled into his ears, but he would not complain about the guest being too lazy. The temple has many stone carvings and inscriptions on the walls, so there are often scholars here to copy books. The child is not very old.
, but with experience, Grandpa Miao Zhu has a weird temper and always treats scholars with respect and preferential treatment. I heard from several senior brothers in the temple that in his life, Grandpa Miao Zhu received countless scholars who came to Beijing to take exams or to visit the mountains and rivers. It is a pity that the temple
His reputation is mediocre. After all these years, no scholar has been named on the gold medal list and has become a high-ranking official in the Kingdom of Fu. There are no other ancestral temples that have produced one or two scholars who have made the temple famous after their official career went smoothly.
Chen Pingan walked into the corridor, stopped and looked back.
Thousand-year-old cypress leaves are whirling.
Chen Ping'an smiled and murmured: "The breeze and the bright moon are moving on the branches, which is suspected to be the light of the sword of the Sword Immortal."
The boy was stunned for a moment, "What a poem. In which book did you read it?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I forgot the source."
The boy regretted and said, "It would be great if the young master could express his feelings. Later, I will ask Grandpa Miao Zhu to find a good calligrapher, take a knife and write for him, and write the inscription on the wall, so as to add more incense to our temple."
Chen Pingan looked at the ancient cypress and shook his head.
The boy thought that this young man from abroad who was on a study tour meant that the poem was not inspired by him, so he said softly: "Sir, let's go, I will take you to the guest house and have a rest early. The guest house is not big, but
It's clean, don't worry, I took care of it, and I guarantee there won't be any ants."
At this point, the boy said softly: "If you accidentally bump into me, please don't complain to Grandpa Miao Zhu."
Chen Pingan nodded with a smile, hummed, and followed the child to the guest house.
On the other side of the ancient cypress trees, the branches and leaves are whirling.
The ancient wood spirit charm, who was about to transform into a human form, was so frustrated that she almost shed tears. She wished she could hold down the elm wood head of the little boy in the temple and knock him awake with a chestnut blow.
You idiot kid, why are you so ignorant? Do you know how much blessing the temple has missed?
If you ask the Sword Immortal to inscribe that poem on the wall of the temple, you can imagine that it will reach the sky in one step! As for the incense and feng shui of the temple, the tide will naturally increase.
Can the ten noble ministers in the temple of the Kingdom of Fuu compare with this man's essays and calligraphy?
But the immortal just shook his head at it, so it didn't dare to speak rashly, lest it offend the passing immortal, which would be unsightly.
Late that night, Chen Pingan was still practicing the six-step walking pile, and also cooperated with the sword furnace pile setting and Qianqiu sleeping pile.
Half asleep and half awake, the fist intention flows through the whole body.
Within the small world of the human body, there is a different kind of practice.
Cultivation of body and mind should be done at the same time.
Chen Ping'an's heart moved slightly, but he did not open his eyes. He continued to be immersed in it and continued to walk.
On this day, the old man praying to the temple saw a man in blue, carrying an ancient cypress branch on his back, just like a knight carrying a sword. This man admitted that he was the incarnation of the general cypress tree in the back hall of the temple. He prayed to the temple blessing to leave a message to the guest in blue.
For the next calligraphy painting, no matter what, I must implore the passing immortal master who stayed overnight in the temple to finish the matter before continuing on his way. The man in Tsing Yi almost burst into tears with his earnest words.
After the old man Zhu Zhu suddenly woke up, he sighed and seemed unwilling to force others to do something difficult. It was difficult for him to ask for words from the young scholar who did not know the immortal before him. However, after thinking for a long time, he remembered that the ancient cypress and the temple had been together for thousands of years. Historically, it was true that
There are many word-of-mouth stories about the efficacious deeds of the shade of the temple, so the old man still wore boots and clothes, and left the house in the night. He only went to the guest house and lingered for a long time. The old man still did not knock on the door, so he turned to the ancient cypress.
He said softly: "Baxian, I'm sorry. I didn't ask for help according to my words. It's hard to predict the behavior of immortals. Since the other party is unwilling to take the initiative to leave the calligraphy treasure, it must be because the merits of the temple are not enough and the blessings are not full.
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The ancient cypress was silent, with only one sigh, but he did not force the old man to change his mind.
It wasn't until this moment that Chen Pingan stopped punching and smiled knowingly.
Chen Ping'an has always believed that whether a place's feng shui is correct or not is still rooted in people, not immortals. It has to be dealt with in order. What the world calls "green mountains and green mountains", there is no need to worry about not having firewood.
The so-called green mountains are still in people's hearts.
Therefore, a green shirt was fluttering in the wind in the ancestral temple. In an instant, he came to the temple Zhu's side and said with a smile: "It takes a little effort."
Gubai Jingmei, who has not yet obtained a complete human form after practicing for thousands of years, appears as a man in blue, but his body is still uncertain. He knelt down and kowtowed, "Thank the immortal for his kindness."
The old man who gave the blessing in the temple was a little frightened and had to bend down to thank him.
But Chen Ping'an calmly accepted the kneeling worship of the ancient wood spirit.
But when the old man bowed and thanked him, Chen Pingan held out his hand to stop him.
This is not because Mu Mei is inhuman and therefore inferior to others.
Rather, on the great road, receiving the blessings from heaven and earth, what the plants, trees, spirits, and monsters thanked was actually the hard-won opportunity of the great road.
After watching the City God's night trial earlier, Chen Ping'an felt like he was seeing the bright moon through the clouds, and he understood one thing completely.
If a practitioner wants to have a clear mind, he must also correct his original source.
Chen Ping'an asked the old man Miao Zhu and Gu Bai Jingmei to wait for a while, went to the guest house, took out a piece of golden talisman paper, sat upright, held his breath for a moment, and then wrote the poem on it one stroke at a time, memorizing it.
The good bamboo box was returned to the ancient cypress in the back hall and handed over to the man in green. He said sternly: "You can bury this talisman where the roots of the tree and the roots of the mountain are connected, and then slowly refine it. On the road, good fortune and misfortune are uncertain.
It’s all in the original mind. From now on, practice and behave well, and be kind and good to each other.”
The man in green clothes held the golden talisman in both hands and thanked him again. He burst into tears of gratitude and burst into tears.
Chen Ping'an no longer stayed at the temple, said goodbye and left. The moon was sparse and the bright moon was on his shoulder but also in the bamboo box.
Looking back, old man Miao Zhu and Qing Yi Mu Mei were still there watching him leave. Chen Pingan waved his hand and continued his journey.
Well, I saved a lot of money on sesame oil.
Not a loss.
Chen Pingan smiled and continued on his way, walking slowly in a six-step pile in the dead of night.
No matter day or night, there are no taboos.
Things are like this, chance and everything have their own destiny.
Meeting Chen Ping'an in this temple may have become a so-called blessing.
But even if the feng shui of other ancestral temples is completely different, if you meet other cultivators with other temperaments and eyes, it may be just the right opportunity to meet Chen Ping'an, but you will just pass him by.
On the main road, there are tens of millions of roads, all of which climb high.
That's why people with the same ideals are so rare and difficult to meet.
Then Chen Pingan stopped by the Dadu River on the border of Zhongyue in Fuu Kingdom and fished next to an old man. The latter was obviously a Qi practitioner, but his level was not high.
He followed many maids and boys, and a long row of blue fishing rods. As for the bait, he prepared countless baits, one big basin after another. It is estimated that the water in Dadu can feed even the biggest fish.
Seeing that the young man in green shirt seemed to be a pure martial artist of the fourth and fifth realms, and also a person who liked fishing, he ordered a maid to bring a large basin of bait. The maid smiled and said that you don't need to be polite, your master is not interested in meeting by chance.
The fishing friend has always been generous, and even said that it is difficult to catch big fish without making a big nest. When the maid put down the big basin and talked about these words with Chen Pingan, Chen Pingan nodded vigorously, saying that this was the truth, and the old man decided
He is an extraordinary expert in fishing. At first, Chen Ping'an felt a little uneasy about his conscience. After receiving such a large pot of immortal bait, he loudly asked the old immortal master for his Taoist number.
The old man laughed and said: "My friends on the mountain all like to call me the real man of reclamation!"
Chen Ping'an silently glanced at Dapen, thinking that whether he was living in the world or on the mountain, it was really only his parents who gave him the wrong name, and there was absolutely no wrong nickname.
The old man kept catching fish, but he failed to catch the big and strange fish in his mind.
At dusk, a huge ship passed by the shore of Dadu. There were men in armor standing solemnly on the ship. The ship broke through the water and moved backwards. There was a huge movement. Big waves hit the shore, and the green bamboo fishing rods on the shore were knocked upside down.
The old man began to curse loudly and became very angry.
A burly general wearing nectar armor came out of the building. He held an iron gun and had an imposing manner. He stared at the old fisherman on the shore.
A maid warned cautiously: "Sir, he seems to be the general of the Kingdom of Fu. He is wearing a very rare pair of armor of the gods."
"It's Gao Ling, the great general of the Fuu Kingdom!"
The old man took a closer look, stamped his foot, and said angrily: "Damn it, I stepped on a piece of dog poop as hard as iron. I heard that this guy has a bad temper. Let's stop and get out of here!"
On the other side of the building, there was a woman next to the general who protected the country of Furui. Gao Ling lowered his head and whispered to her. The latter nodded, jumped slightly, stood on the bow railing, and gathered strength.
Ready to go.
Chen Pingan slowly closed his pole.
On the building ship, the conversation between the burly general and a woman was clear to my ears.
A wealthy woman dressed in brocade and brocade, heard that the old fisherman was a wild cultivator from a foreign country, with the Taoist name of Filling the Sea. He had a loose nature and was an old monk in the Dragon Gate Realm who had no realm but little fighting power. She then
Let the military general Gao Ling learn a lesson. There is no need to kill him, just teach him a lesson. For example, beat him half to death, and then find an opportunity to see if he can be accepted as a guest in her house.
The military commander hesitated for a moment, saying that this person might not be willing, and had already rejected several invitations from the Emperor of the Jade Kingdom to serve as a worshipper.
The woman said oh.
The general understood it with his heart.
The country itself is not very powerful, but its backing is surprisingly large, and the woman beside him who is both rich and noble and has the aura of a fairy family is one of the draws between the country and that backing.
Although Gao Ling looks like he is only thirty years old, he is actually in his sixties. He does not have the highest official rank among the generals of the Kingdom of Fu, starting from the third rank, but his fists must be the strongest.
With one punch today, maybe he can change from the third grade to the third grade.
So Gao Ling laughed loudly and said: "I don't think you should run away. You might as well come to the boat and have a drink before we talk!"
The armored general tiptoed a little harder, and the ship tilted immediately. A large piece of iron armor clanked. The soldiers, regardless of their manners, quickly reached out and grasped the railing firmly.
Gaoling landed on the water surface of Dadu and walked towards the shore.
A shot was delivered.
A Taoist cultivator in the Guanhai Realm is not a genealogy master, but a wild cultivator in the mountains and rivers. If you are aware of the interests, you should be submissive. If you are not aware of the interests, it is better. You can just show your fists in front of the woman.
But before Gaoling landed, his eyes blurred and he felt heavy in his chest.
The body retreated all the way back to the building boat.
It turned out that a ghost in a blue shirt appeared in front of Gao Ling in an instant, and slapped his palm on his nectar armor. Gao Ling's arrival was as fast as thunder, and his movement was as fast as lightning, and his ears roared like the wind.
The man clapped his hands lightly, and Gao Ling's figure floated up and landed on the bow of the ferry. He staggered before he regained his footing.
After the man in the blue shirt lightly tapped his palm, he took advantage of the situation and swept back a few feet. He flipped his big sleeves and twisted his body quickly. In the blink of an eye, he returned to the shore and stood still.
Gao Ling's face was gloomy, hesitating whether to make a fool of himself or not. Don't even think about winning this fight. Otherwise, she would feel that he was losing face because Gao Ling was not doing things well. That would be the most embarrassing situation, and he would not be able to please both parties.
The eyes of the woman next to her were shining brightly, and she smiled and said: "It's okay, there's no need to care about it, let alone hold it accountable. Master once said personally that people at the foot of the mountain should not be underestimated. There are always masters among the mountains and rivers. It's not in vain that I'm here in the Green Eagle Country.
After getting off the boat at Longtou Ferry, I deliberately walked this long waterway, and finally I got to see the so-called strange man from the world. Once I saw him, I made a profit."
Gao Ling breathed a sigh of relief.
ashore.
The man clasped his fists as if to apologize to Lou Chuan.
Gao Ling was stunned for a moment, then smiled and clasped his fists in return.
The woman became more and more radiant and said to herself: "Good guy, it's so interesting. Gao Ling, I will remember you!"
The boat slowly left.
The old monk in the Longmen Realm was just about to make some friends, but the man in blue suddenly disappeared.
What to do?
The old monk rubbed his chin, then gave orders and began to move places. He ordered the maids and children to move all the big basins to another position. It was the place where the green-robed immortal fished, and it must be a geomantic treasure.
As soon as he sat down, he immediately felt refreshed. It was indeed a place that the immortal had taken a liking to. It was clear that the river breeze blowing on his face was a bit sweeter.
far away.
Chen Pingan continues to travel far away.
Take a slight detour and walk on a plain with a wide view.
Chen Ping'an suddenly stopped, put away the bamboo box and put it among the things nearby.
But after a moment, he frowned and thought deeply. Could it be an illusion?
Chen Pingan walked forward slowly.
Sasao Villa is the holy place in the hearts of people in the Wuling Kingdom.
There are various rumors in the martial arts world about this Zhuangzi.
It is said that the reason why Mr. Wang Dun never married a wife in his life is that he traveled to the north when he was young, suffered emotional trauma, and fell in love with the woman who later became the Queen Mother of Jingnan Kingdom. Unfortunately, God was not kind and Yue Lao did not match her, so the two could not leave.
When they got together, senior Wang Bu was also an infatuated person, so he devoted himself to martial arts. This was Wang Bu's misfortune, but it was a great blessing for the entire Wuling Kingdom.
It is also said that Zhuangzi's self-brewed plum wine is actually a brewing recipe left by the immortal. A warrior can increase his skill for several years by drinking a jar. That's why the disciples taught by senior Wang Dun are all outstanding.
, because they are all brewed in a vat of Slim Plum Wine.
There are also rumors that there is a heavily guarded and forbidden area in Sasuo Villa, where a series of martial arts secret books written by Wang Dun are placed. Anyone who gets one can become the first-class master in the world and obtain the sword manual.
, then one can rival Fu Loutai's sword skills, and once one obtains the sword manual, one can be as good as Wang Jingshan's sword skills.
Of course, these are all fake, which makes outsiders salivate, but makes people in the country dumbfounded.
One of Wang Dun's direct disciples, Lu Zhuo, was helpless about this, but his master never seemed to care about it.
Lu Zhuo was the least qualified among his fellow masters. He was very slow to learn everything, including swordsmanship, knife skills, and boxing skills. Not only was he slow, but the bottleneck was as big as a mountain peak. There was no hope of breaking through, and there was no hope of seeing the light of day. Although his master often comforted him
, but in fact the master had no choice, and in the end Lu Zhuo accepted his fate. Now the old housekeeper is old, the senior sister is married far away, and the talented senior brother Wang Jingshan has to take on the responsibilities of the villa in these years, which has really delayed his practice.
, In fact, Lu Zhuo was even more impatient than Wang Jingshan. He always felt that Wang Jingshan should have gone out into the world long ago to sharpen his sword, so Lu Zhuo began to get involved with the numerous mundane chores in the villa, intentionally or unintentionally, and planned to help the old manager and Senior Brother Wang in the future.
Carrying two burdens on one shoulder.
Get up at nine o'clock, walk around, or practice swordsmanship or sword practice. At midnight, after breakfast, I start to go to the old housekeeper's house to check the accounts and do the accounting. I also clean up the correspondence of the villa, the operating conditions of many industries, and the many disciples and disciples in the house.
You need to consult the old housekeeper one by one about the expenses. Around this time, you will finish your schoolwork, which is like a young boy in a school, and watch your junior brother practice swordsmanship, or his junior sister's sword practice, at the back hill of Sasou Villa.
It's quiet.
There were many disciples and family members in the villa, so a private school was opened in the villa.
The masters and teachers who attended the school in the early years were all very knowledgeable, but they could not be retained.
After coming here for a year and a half, they all resigned and left. Some resigned and retired because they were too old, and some were unofficial scholars who had no official status but were well-known in Shilin. In the end,
The master simply hired a candidate who had no hope of taking the imperial examination and did not change the teacher. When the candidate had something to do and asked for leave from the Villa, Lu Zhuo would be the teacher of the school.
In the afternoon, Lu Zhuo will also teach a group of fellow disciples the sword and boxing techniques. After all, the brothers who are of the same generation as Lu Zhuo also need to practice on their own, so Lu Zhuo becomes the best person to call upon. However, not only does Lu Zhuo have no idea about this,
However, I felt that I could be of some help, and I was very happy.
Lu Zhuo's day today is so trivial and fragmented. It seems that in a few blinks of an eye, the sky will change from the blue sky at dawn to the twilight time when birds return to their nests.
It was hazy that Lu Zhuo had the opportunity to do something on his own, such as reading some miscellaneous books, or flipping through the Shanshuidi newspaper purchased by his master, to learn about some of the strange people and strange things about the gods on the mountain. After reading this, he had no longing or yearning.
It's nothing more than keeping a respectful distance.
Lu Zhuo personally held a lantern that day and patrolled the villa at night. It was just a routine matter. Although there were many rumors in the world, in fact, there had never been anyone who would break into the villa without obeying the rules.
The junior fellow over there in the back mountain is still practicing swordsmanship diligently.
Lu Zhuo didn't disturb him and walked away silently. He was an entry-level boxer who had been practicing for many years. His senior sister Fu Loutai and his senior brother Wang Jingshan all liked to make fun of him.
Because the boxing post was not taught by Wang Rui of Sasao Villa personally, but a crude boxing manual that he got by chance when he was young. Master Wang Rui didn't mind Lu Zhuo practicing this boxing because Wang Rui had read the boxing music and felt that practicing it was harmless, but
It didn't mean much. Anyway, Lu Zhuo liked it, so he practiced boxing according to the rules. Facts have proved that Wang Dun and his senior brothers and sisters were right. However, Lu Zhuo himself didn't feel that his efforts were in vain.
On the way down the mountain, I saw the stooped old housekeeper standing at the bottom of the steps, seemingly waiting for me.
Lu Zhuo walked down the mountain quickly.
The old housekeeper has a frail appearance and a thin figure. He wears a green shirt and a long coat. However, the old man often coughs. It seems that he suffered from the disease in the early years and has never recovered.
One of the old man's legs is slightly lame, but it's not obvious.
The old man’s surname was Wu and his first name was Fengjia, which is a relatively uncommon name. Except for Lu Zhuo’s fellow disciples, young people and children of the younger generation no longer knew the old man’s name. From Wang Dun’s disciple Fu Loutai
From then on, Lu Zhuo and his younger brother liked to call the old man Grandpa Wu. When Lu Zhuo entered Zhuangzi on the first day when he was young, the old housekeeper was already working as a sweeper at the villa. It is said that no matter how old Zhuangzi was, the old housekeeper would stay at the villa.
How many years.
Lu Zhuo said softly: "Grandpa Wu, it's a windy and cold night, so I'll do the night patrol at the villa."
The old man waved his hand and continued to patrol the night with Lu Zhuo. He smiled and said: "Lu Zhuo, let me tell you two things. You may be... disappointed. Well, you will be disappointed."
Lu Zhuo felt a little strange. It seemed that the old steward tonight was a little different. In the past, the old man gave people the impression that he was twilight, like the old man who was dying and his life was not long. This actually made Lu Zhuo worried. Lu Zhuo might be a martial artist.
There is no hope of reaching the top, so I think about things other than martial arts, such as the situation of the old man in the villa in his later years, whether the children will have the opportunity to participate in the imperial examination, and whether the Chinese New Year atmosphere in the villa will be more intense this year.
The old man said slowly: "Lu Zhuo, you actually have the qualifications to practice, and if you were lucky enough to meet a preacher in your early years, your future will be great. It's a pity that you met your master Wang Dui and turned to martial arts and wasted his wealth.
Already."
Lu Zhuo smiled and was about to speak when the old man waved his hand and interrupted Lu Zhuo's words, "It doesn't matter if you don't say anything right now. That's because you, Lu Zhuo, have never seen the demeanor of the gods on the mountain with your own eyes. Qi Jinglong, of course, is not at the same level.
I'm sorry, he and you are just friends who met by chance in the world, and Qi Jinglong is a little freak who is not a scholar but is better than a scholar, so you don't really know about mountain cultivation."
Lu Zhuo was speechless.
The old man continued: "Furthermore, your martial arts talent, Lu Zhuo, is really average, very average. So your martial arts bottlenecks are real obstacles. You can't get over it now, and you may not be able to get over it in your lifetime."
Lu Zhuo sighed, feeling a little sad, "Grandpa Wu, I know it best in my heart."
The old man also felt a little sad for no reason, "There are so many children in the villa, but I am most optimistic about your character, so I let you accidentally get the boxing book. But many things in the world are so helpless. It's not that you, Lu Zhuo, are a good person.
You can have a smooth life. When you were young, you were no match for your senior sisters and brothers. When you become an adult, you can still only watch your junior brothers and sisters go away together. When you grow old and die, you will not be able to talk about their disciples and your senior nephews.
You still can't compare. So whether you are disappointed or not, I am very disappointed, not in people's hearts, but in worldly affairs."
Lu Zhuo was a little shocked.
The old man turned to look at Lu Zhuo and said, "Lu Zhuo, one last question for you, do you mind if you spend your whole life doing nothing, being a manager of a villa, and having nothing to do with your success year after year?"
Lu Zhuo thought about it carefully and said with a smile: "It doesn't really matter, I will just be the housekeeper of the villa."
The old man nodded, "Very good. Don't underestimate yourself. With people like you here, doing small things, there will be greater hope in the world, and feats will happen one after another. So, my previous
That disappointment is not worth mentioning. Lu Zhuo is the hope of this world. It seems shameless for Qiu Fengjia to say such big words to a bad old man who sweeps the villa, right?"
Lu Zhuo smiled. He didn't want to say anything against his will or hurt the old man's heart, so he had to compromise and said, "It's okay."
The old man laughed heartily. At this moment, there was no sign of decay and senility in his appearance.
The eagle stands as if sleeping and the tiger moves as if it is sick. This is where he grabs and bites people.
"Since you have passed my xinxing test, it's time for you to change your path and climb higher, instead of wasting your energy in trivial matters!"
The old man said: "I am leaving the villa tonight. I have been hiding for many years, and it is time to make an end. I left two letters in the accounting room, a valuable mountain weapon, and a fairy family secret book. One for you.
Leave it to Wang Dun, let me tell you that as your disciple, he has been delayed for many years and it is time to let go. Take this letter with you and go to Qi Jinglong. In the future, you can practice and be a god on the mountain! A man who is willing to be the housekeeper of the mountain village with peace of mind.
A lifetime of Lu Zhuo can bring greater hope to the world, so a Lu Zhuo who climbs mountains, practices Taoism, and practices swordsmanship will naturally be more beneficial to the world."
Lu Zhuo looked stunned.
The old man grabbed Lu Zhuo's head with one hand and punched Lu Zhuo in the chest. Lu Zhuo was seriously injured on the spot. His soul was agitated, but he was speechless and in great pain.
"Everything else is fine. It's this coquettish temper that I dislike the most. If you, Lu Zhuo, don't fight for a place on the top of the mountain, are you going to give the road to those Qi practitioners who are worse than a bastard?!"
The old man stared at Lu Zhuo, who was about to faint, and said in a deep voice: "But if you want to embark on the path of spiritual practice, you have to break the Bridge of Immortality first! Remember, if you grit your teeth and endure it, everything will be possible.
I hope that if I don’t get through it, I can just be able to be the housekeeper of the mountain village with peace of mind.”
When the old man let go of his hand, Lu Zhuo fell to the ground and the lantern in his hand fell to the ground.
Lu Zhuo was vomiting blood.
The old man knelt down and said with a smile: "Of course my name is not Wu Fengjia, it's just the name of a dead knight who traveled around the world when he was young. He died in order to save a roadside beggar who was run over by a wheel.
On the spot. That little lame man had been practicing boxing all his life just to prove one thing to his savior. In order to save an orphan covered in pus, a martial artist from the Four Realms risked his own life. This thing
It’s worth it!”
Lu Zhuo only felt that the pure martial arts energy gradually dissipated, and the pain was unbearable. He still gritted his teeth and tried to listen carefully to every word of the old man.
The old man smiled and said: "I have realized that a set of crude boxing techniques is in the eyes of ordinary people with mediocre qualifications and not a genius. Looking back now, the boxing techniques, punches, piles and punches recorded in the boxing manual are indeed ordinary, so it is time to concentrate on practicing boxing.
, it was not until I was in my forties that I was able to publicly declare my revenge on the immortal mansion of the leader of the country. Everyone laughed at me for shaking a tree like a worm, for not overestimating my own abilities! Very good, my boxing skills are very good.
The foundation of boxing intention lies in the fact that you, Lu Zhuo, have been practicing boxing for many years, but you are still unable to get started and master the boxing intention. It doesn't matter, there are so many roads in the world, you just need to be a good person, are you my direct descendant?
Disciple, it doesn’t matter much.”
Finally, the old man put his fingers together and bent them, and tapped Lu Zhuo's forehead lightly to make him fall asleep. After all, Lu Zhuo no longer needed to continue his martial arts climb. There was no point in taking this physical pain or not, and his soul was agitated.
Not stopping is the key to going up the mountain to practice Taoism in the future.
The old man in a green shirt and long coat stood up and murmured to himself: "My real name is Gu Mingyou."
The old man smiled and said: "Before we decide whether to live or die with the guy surnamed Ji in Yuanwei Mountain, I think I should go and meet that young man for a while. If he dies, it will be regarded as returning my Mountain-Shaking Boxing Book. If he doesn't die...
Haha, it seems difficult."
The old man thought for a moment and sneered: "I'm not bullying anyone. Since you are competing for the strongest pure martial artist of the Sixth Realm, then I will suppress your realm and only punch... as a martial artist of the Ninth Realm."
On the plain.
Chen Pingan felt that something was getting more and more wrong.
A huge sense of crisis enveloped the world.
There is no way to avoid it, there is no way to escape.
This is the second time I have visited Luzhou in Beiju.
The first time was at the foot of Zhengrong Peak, where I encountered Ji Yue, the Sword Immortal of Yuanwei Mountain.
Chen Ping'an didn't have any panic, but felt calm in an instant.
Beyond the limits of Chen Ping'an's vision, there was an old man wearing a green shirt and long coat, standing there, closing his eyes and meditating for a long time.
When he opened his eyes, he took a step forward.
quietly.
But a moment later, the ground was like a spring thunder exploding on the ground.
Above the line.
Chen Pingan narrowed his eyes.
The two-sleeved talisman, the golden robe, the two flying swords, even if he is a swordsman, at this moment, they are purely external possessions of a martial artist and are destined to be of no use.
Chen Pingan trusts his intuition.
The other party is at least a mountain top level warrior!
The concentration and strength of the boxing intention are unbelievable.
Chen Pingan began to run forward in a straight line.
As soon as you retreat or evade, your boxing intention will be reduced by one point, and your chance of survival will be reduced by one point.
As soon as the fisting intention decreases, it means giving up.
When walking in the world, giving up will often lead to death.
A punch exchange.
Chen Ping'an immediately flew backwards for dozens of feet, and suddenly landed on the ground. He still couldn't stop falling backwards, and the soles of the boots on his feet were directly polished off.
The whole body almost fell apart.
This was the first time Chen Ping'an used the God-beating Drum Style, but his fist was cut off immediately after his intention!
The man did not move at all, strolling leisurely in the courtyard, seemingly allowing Chen Ping'an to directly change into a breath of pure Qi, followed him in a daze, and punched him again.
In fact, Chen Pingan, whose vision was blurred, was punched in the head again.
Fly out upside down.
There is no way to fight back.
The man wearing a green shirt and long coat had already jumped into the sky and punched him down.
This punch hit Chen Pingan in the heart.
A large pit appeared on the ground.
Chen Ping'an was covered in blood and fell to the ground.
The meridians of flesh and blood, the limbs and bones, the acupoints of the Qi Mansion.
All are on the verge of collapse.
The old man, who was at least a mountain-level warrior, just stood on the edge of the top of the pit, with his hands behind his back, saying nothing and no longer punching, just overlooking the bloody man in the pit.
I saw the young man who had actually completely lost consciousness, first moving a finger on his left hand slightly, and then trying to put his elbow on the ground and struggling to get up.
The old man in green just looked indifferent, watching the young martial artist's subtle subconscious struggles.
It took half a stick of incense for the young man to go from raising his elbows again and again to raise his back above the ground, to falling to the ground again and again, to being able to support his hands on the ground, and then to standing up unsteadily.
The old man sneered and said: "I'm standing here. As long as you can come up and punch me, you can live."
The young man, who actually had no consciousness and only had a little bit of his life aura left, bowed his head, swayed his arms, and staggered forward.
The twenty-some steps out of the slope of Dakeng were like a child carrying a huge basket on his back, climbing a mountain to collect herbs under the scorching sun.
Climbing higher and higher, the young man with bloodstained face just raised an arm.
The old man said calmly: "Sorry, you still have to die."
Raising one hand and swinging it away with a punch, the old man in a green shirt and long coat with cloth shoes punched the young man in front of him back to the bottom of the pit.
The old man walked down the pit step by step and sneered: "The older you get and the higher your realm, the more you are afraid of death? No wonder after the short-lived appearance of the strongest three realms, none of the four realms and five realms can compete for the word strongest! Since
In this case, I think you'd better die. It's not good for anyone to give that little bit of martial arts luck. If it's given to someone like you, I feel like the boxing manual is dirty."
The half-dead man was silent and silent.
The old man frowned, then lowered his head and saw the man moving his fingers slightly again.
The old man smiled.
very good!
It can be said that he is dead, but his fist spirit is still alive.