The sun is pouring down, and the spring scenery is bright. The mountains are slightly drunk, as if they were drunk last night.
It has been a long time since I practiced Kung Fu and practiced Qi. I practiced last night, but I am not unfamiliar with it. Now that Yang Chaoxi's Taoist Kung Fu has reached "complete foundation building", the acquired Qi in his body is constantly flowing and gushing out, and it refuses to stop for even a moment.
Before going to bed last night, he explained his intention to leave to Lu Qiuniang. As his mother, even though she was reluctant to leave, Lu Qiuniang still expressed her support for some of his ideas and decisions with tears in her eyes. So when he got up early in the morning, he took Lu Qiuniang's clothes and packed them away.
Two pieces of baggage, the peace talisman and the "swastika" character collected from the monk Huilang, were stuffed into her hands, and she said goodbye with tears.
Spring is in full swing in the mountains, and birds are singing and flowers are blooming everywhere. Yang morning and evening performs the light skill of "crossing the river with a reed". He is as fast as a bird in the forest, walking low and jumping high among the trees on the mountain road, leaving a trail of gray shadows. If there are any
When passers-by saw it, they were afraid to break out in a cold sweat. They thought it was a strange beast like a mandrill, and they came out to cause trouble during the day.
The more he ran, the more energetic he felt, and he didn't even feel any stagnation or fatigue. With such pace, in less than an hour, he had reached the foot of Cuiyun Peak, and the unmoving Taoist temple on the top of the mountain was already in sight.
Although it was just over a month ago that I returned to my hometown this time, it seemed like a long time had passed. Looking at the familiar eaves tiles in the distance, it felt a bit like a world away. Unconsciously, I thought about the plan I had made in my mind, and I had a lot of mixed feelings for a while, and it was difficult to step on the first step.
A stone staircase.
After hesitating for a long time, I remembered what Liu Xiaomu said the night he left, "If you don't stop, you will be disturbed." Then I changed my mind and ran up the stone steps.
There are pines and cypresses on both sides, and the wind whistles around my ears.
It quickly became cold, and the strong wind dried the thin sweat that was constantly evaporating on the forehead again and again.
After entering the gate, Yang Zhaoxi returned the gift with his junior brother on duty, and walked straight to the main hall of Ziji Palace.
As he was crossing the martial arts field, a familiar fellow apprentice came up to say hello, and then continued practicing with his weapons. More fellow apprentices made way for him and watched him enter the hall.
In the main hall, most of Gongsun's beard and hair were gray, sitting on a round seat with his eyes closed in concentration, his lips slightly parted, and he was gently reciting a string of scriptures.
Feeling the figure approaching from outside, he opened his eyes, and a faint light came out of his eyes: "Chong Lingzi, you are back. Looking at your aura, you have entered the country again. You should have gained something when you go back this time.
By chance, I think it won't take long before I can enter the entry level of 'Refining Qi', then cultivate the Tao seeds and refine the Alchemy Mother, everything will fall into place."
Yang Zhaoxi felt warm in her heart as she listened to what he said: Zhenren Gongsun always had such a calm tone, but he always revealed his advice and support for his disciples and younger generations. There is nothing better than this in the world.
After he finished speaking, Yang Chaoxi took out the silk prepared by Lu Qiuniang from a large baggage she carried with her, and held it up respectfully: "Master! These are some silks woven by my disciple, to be used as incense.
Don’t be offended by the crudeness.”
Gongsun Zhenren nodded slightly, and a Taoist boy on duty took the silk and stepped out of the hall. It was time to check in with the master of the Prison Institute and put it in the warehouse.
Yang Chaoxi suddenly knelt down on his knees, his eyes were slightly hot, and his heart was filled with excitement: "Master! I still have something to do... I have been studying Taoism for ten years, and I have been taught by the master and all the masters, and I have only learned the arts of culture and martial arts.
Now that I am getting older, I feel sorry for my widowed mother's hard work, and I want to repay my ambitions in the world, so I want to leave my country and come down the mountain. Either with my hair tied up, I can join the army to get paid, or I can become a soldier under the loyal ministers, not only to alleviate the poverty at home, but also to find some wealth.
With good luck and opportunity, I can do something great. I sincerely ask the viewer to accept it!"
Master Gongsun raised his eyebrows, then frowned, and did not express his position immediately: "I didn't expect you to have such an idea. If I guessed correctly, what happened to you when you returned home this time? So that your Taoist heart was shaken.
Emotionally frustrated."
Yang Chaoxi felt sad in his heart: "What the master of the temple said is exactly what he said... It's just a personal matter, it's hard to talk about it. I forgive the disciple for the inconvenience..."
Gongsun Zhenren pondered for a long time, and then slowly said: "Since it is a private matter, it's okay not to say it. It's just that the Tao is from you, and it may be of some use:
First of all, Taoists are exempted from all three items: "field rent, personal income, and household transfer", which also reduces taxes for the family.
Secondly, when you go out for a trip, even if you don’t have a lot of money, you can still go to a Taoist temple to make an order and you won’t have to worry about food and accommodation.
If you really just want to join the army for pay, or rely on loyal ministers, it will be beneficial and harmless if you have Taoism."
Yang Zhaoxi leaned over and worshiped: "The master of the temple has put himself in his shoes and made plans for his disciples. I will never forget his kindness! But what the future will bring is really unpredictable. I am afraid that I will make a wrong step and implicate all the masters and brothers in the temple. Even if the time comes,
Wake up, I’m afraid it’s too late to regret it!”
Gongsun Zhenren waved his dust whisk slightly and pulled him up: "As long as you don't rebel, violate the laws of nature, or commit crimes and crimes, how can you implicate the Taoist temple? If you really do something wrong and cause trouble to the whole place, I will be with you, Master.
The real person, as well as Wu Tianshi, will definitely go over and clean up the door."
Yang Zhaoxi bowed his hands and bowed again: "The master of the temple sympathizes with the disciples. If the disciple continues to shirk, he will be disobeying his master and his friends. Just follow what the master of the temple says! After the disciples come down from the mountain, they must follow the teachings carefully, do good and avoid evil. If you violate this
If you do something unethical with your heart, you should be killed on the spot without frowning!"
Gongsun Zhenren nodded: "Since you have decided to leave, I will not force you to stay. However, there is a suspicious case recently in Luoyang City:
A few days ago, Master Tong of Linji Temple sent a letter, pleading for the death of a female disciple in the temple. Since the case has not been solved, the body is still being detained in Wuhoupu and has not been returned.
I have sent Ming Lingzi Zhuo Songtao and Yulingzi Huang Shuo down the mountain to listen to her instructions and secretly investigate the truth. If there is nothing urgent, you may go to join us and lend a helping hand."
Yang Zhaoxi cupped her hands and said, "If Aunt Chunxi has something to do, I will do my best to help you!"
Gongsun Zhenren smiled and sighed: "Although the matter is sudden, there is no rush. You will go see your master and brothers again, have lunch, and then go down the mountain."
Yang Zhaoxi accepted the offer and left the Ziji Palace. He went all the way to the Jing Room where Zhang Hezong, the supervisor, and his masters Han Fengqiao, Wei Lingfu, Peng Shikun and others were staying. He told the story of his coming down the mountain one by one, and formally bid farewell to all the masters.
The brothers who were listening to the scriptures received many words of encouragement and hope.
Then he came to the martial arts field again and made a special trip to say goodbye to his master, Hao Jinhan. Unexpectedly, Hao Jinhan became furious and called all the martial arts brothers to the martial arts field. He held him down and gave him a beating. He cursed "coward" and "coward".
"Rebel", but his eyes were filled with tears.
Qin Yuanxuan, the son of Guangling, was the first to squat down. Looking at Yang Chaoxi, whose uniforms were messy and disgraced on the ground, he said with a cold face: "We are defeated! You have so little effort and you still want to go out? What if you are killed by others?
Yes, remember to entrust me with the dream... Senior brother will collect the body for you."
Chi Lingzi Chai Zi'ang came over, his face full of pride: "I've wanted to hit you for a long time, but today I finally got my wish! It's a legitimate fight, it's so refreshing! Chong Lingzi, where is your 'Seizing Fist'? Your empty-handed sword fighting skills
Woolen cloth……"
Chai Ziang wanted to say more, but Wen Lingzi Miao Fenggao pulled him aside: "Chong Lingzi, I really want to punch you to death! It's a pity that the master won't let me. When we meet again in the future, you'd better hide away, otherwise
I will spare my life and give my sacrificial hammer to my senior brother!"
Canglingzi Hua Yingtian also squeezed over, shook his head and said: "Junior Brother Yang! There are not enough meat dishes in the Zhaiyuan today... How about you reluctantly give up your two arms and give the brothers a good meal? What's left?
My legs are enough to escape down the mountain..."
The next person who squeezed over was Jin Lingzi Murong Huaigu. He slowly and leisurely took out the shield knife embroidered with copper coins from his arms, raised it with his backhand, and playfully inserted it under Yang Chaoxi's arm: "Chong Ling
Son, senior brother will teach you a trick. If you encounter a powerful character in the future and you can't convince him with words or defeat him with force, just use this copper coin barrier knife to hit him, it's guaranteed to work!"
"..."
The farewell ceremony of the brothers is still going on. Yang Zhaoxi lies on his back, his hair is disheveled, and silence is golden.
Seeing all the fellow apprentices who came over and saying goodbye to him in different styles, Yang Chaoxi felt sad in his heart. The stupid and stiff smile on his face was unknowingly covered with hot tears and mixed with the dust.
Together, they are exceptionally handsome.
This lunch was so delicious that it was really hard to part with it. From time to time, a fellow apprentice would come over with a wooden bowl and say a few heroic words such as "The green mountains will not change, the green water will always flow", and then put the food in the bowl.
Some pieces of meat and "Corn Filling Pill" were taken out and piled in Yang Zhaoxi's bowl. As a result, the food for lunch continued to flow continuously. He continued to eat for more than half an hour, but there was something in the bowl that he had not finished. He was moved.
I was also a little bit dumbfounded.
After lunch, Yang Zhaoxi returned to the room where the four of them lived together. The smell inside was familiar and the furnishings were still the same. Ten years ago, the four little Taoist boys who had just arrived there for the first time, playing, joking, and telling stories in the room, were still vivid in their minds.
He looked at the place he was about to leave and packed up the items he wanted to take away. He was a little lost in a trance. It wasn't until a certain voice sounded that he woke up from his lost state. When he looked back, it was Gongsun Zhenren.
"Chong Lingzi, I don't want to give you anything as a gift before I leave. This 'Xuantong Sword' is a sword given to me by my clan when I was young." Gongsun Zhenren said, raising a handful of thick swords wrapped in silk in his hand.
Something, "Although it is not expensive, I defeated the heroes of Henan in a row and made a name for myself. Now I will give it to you, keep it in my mind!"
Yang Chaoxi bowed and took it with both hands, and suddenly pulled away the rough cloth. A black sword with a scabbard suddenly hung in the air.
His left arm was so long that when the sword fell, he waved his hand to hold it. Then he flicked his thumb, and cold light shot out. The sword body, which was as white as frost and snow, connected to the black hilt, suddenly flew out of the sheath and was caught by his right hand.
Pass.
He danced a few sword flowers out of thin air, then stabilized the sword, looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but praise: "Good sword! Good sword! I thank the Master for giving me the sword!" After saying that, he returned the sword to its sheath and cupped his fists.
A gift from a warrior.
Gongsun Zhenren nodded and said: "I have divined two hexagrams this morning. When you go down the mountain, you will be faced with layers of doubts, good and bad. It is impossible to discern all the secrets of heaven, and I can only vaguely see some connections. It seems that it will involve some of the things I once did."
I left some beginnings and ends." At this point, Gongsun Zhenren handed a folded piece of yellow paper to Yang Chaoxi's hand, "So after thinking about it, I feel that there is an auspicious prophecy. I can tell you in advance. It may be helpful to you.
Help."
Yang Zhaoxi opened the yellow paper and saw a four-character sentence written on it in neat small regular script. It looked like a poem but not a poem, like a poem but not a poem:
The monument is a sword grave, and the sword is buried in the monument. If there is no trace of the monument, the sword will also be empty.
Tianjie is in the east, looking at the Immortal Palace in the north. The waves are red and connected with the Luoshui River.
The congealing cold rushes down, and the blue blood melts. The pond and pavilion are flying, and the forest garden is frozen.
The rocks hold the algae thicket, and fish and dragons lurk together. If you dig out the spring surge, you will see the white front.
There are sixty-four characters in the whole article, and Yang Chaoxi is confused. Except for the first eight characters, which seems to say "a sword of some kind, buried in a stone tablet", the rest of the content is completely incomprehensible.
Gongsun Zhenren twirled his beard and said: "This auspicious prophecy was obtained by stealing the method of transporting the shackles when I was in Taiwei Palace that year. It means that the place where the sword is hidden is in Luoyang City. However, the sword has an unnecessary handle.
The sword..."
Yang Chaoxi was surprised: "What kind of magic weapon is that sword?"
Master Gongsun did not answer directly. Instead, he walked slowly in the small room. What he chanted slightly was an ancient poem:
Water is as tough as a sword, and a sword is as soft as water.
Love and hate dance with the sword, love and hatred follow the water.
…
Yang Zhaoxi's blood seemed to have solidified, and his memory began to recover bit by bit... The night he first came to Shangqing Temple ten years ago, he had a strange and terrifying nightmare. The stone tablet in his dream was engraved with this ancient poem!
Yang Chaoxi murmured: "It's like a water sword..."
After burning a stick of incense, a figure carrying a cup stumbled towards the winding mountain road.
From then on, the memory of the little Taoist priest Chong Lingzi will be fixed on Mang Mountain.
From now on, the reputation of young hero Yang Chaoxi will be resounding throughout the world!