The evening breeze is warm and soft, and the sunset is orange-red.
In the courtyard of the Beggar Gang, the elder and the young man stood looking at each other with solemn expressions on their brows.
Long Zaitian was thoughtful: "What do you mean, my little friend, when my beggar gang goes out to beg for food from now on, everyone must bring a bamboo stick to prevent vicious dogs from hurting people?"
Yang Zhaoxi nodded: "Yes! This is the first step. The second step is that everyone has bamboo sticks and needs to practice several sets of stick techniques. When they encounter evil dogs again, they can use the sticks to repel them to protect themselves.
The third step is to get rid of the old, weak, sick and disabled in the gang, and all those who are in good health should practice martial arts. In this way, even if you encounter evil servants of the rich family, you will have more power to protect yourself."
When Long Zaitian heard the words, he couldn't help but clapped his hands and praised him: "My little friend's insights are indeed extraordinary! Bamboo and firewood sticks are easy to get. I will tell you when the bowls come back later. Starting tomorrow, beggars will help.
When everyone goes out to beg for food, they all bring bamboo sticks and wooden sticks. In addition, the beggar gang members get up an hour early every day and practice stick skills with me. If you have time, please teach us the stick skills you have learned.
Help everyone."
Yang Chaoxi nodded and said: "That's natural! Things are so complicated lately that I can't calm down and ask Gang Leader Long for advice on the 'wind and shadow catcher'. Once there are a few things at hand, I can stay in the gang longer...
…”
The dry sun cracked the pipes, and the sudden wind stirred up dust and sand.
In the northeastern corner of Nan City, more than a dozen dandy boys were lying on the ground, wailing one after another.
Among the scattered bamboo sticks, a gray-faced man suddenly sat up, as if he was pretending to be a corpse, but it was Wang Chuo, the good-for-nothing young man. Just when he saw everyone taking action, he knew something was wrong, and with the help of Yang Chaoxi's unparalleled offensive, he
As soon as the bamboo stick was thrown away, he lay down on the ground and pretended to be dead.
But the other dandy boys were all beaten with sticks, some had their arms broken, some had their heads bleeding, and no one was spared.
Wang Zuo raised his eyes and looked around, but the crowd that had dispersed in shock did not return, and the bad guard who was supposed to appear did not appear either. It seemed that there was no hope of winning back the money today, so he could only bet on cockfighting another day. After this, Yang felt deeply disappointed in his heart.
Morning and evening, this "mountain village man"'s fear became a little deeper.
He stood up and patted the dust, and was about to return to Cui Mansion, but he saw Shao Qinggang lying on the ground not far away, with a thin blood mark on the back of his neck. His broad back rose and fell, and he snored slightly. Amidst the wailing, he seemed
Especially abrupt.
Wang Chuo walked closer and patted Shao Qinggang gently: "Master Shao? Master Shao? Wake up! The madman is gone. Master Shao? Master Shao..."
After shouting for a long time, Shao Qinggang turned over, faced up to the sky, and drooled on the ground: "Yue Niang... I won't play anymore this morning... I'm tired, I need to sleep a little longer..."
After dreaming for a long time, he rubbed his eyes and saw that the surrounding scenery was very different from an erotic dream, and then he suddenly remembered what had just happened. Then he saw a familiar and wretched face appeared in front of him, and he couldn't help crying: "It turns out that the young master is really
He's dead! Brother Wang Chuo, are you here to accompany me? Ouch, ouch..."
Wang Chuo looked at Mr. Shao's greedy and fearful attitude and wanted to laugh but did not dare to laugh: "Not dead, not dead! Mr. Shao, we are all alive and well. That madman has already run away in fear of crime! You can rest assured. Gentleman
It’s never too late to take revenge in ten years. Let’s look back and make long-term plans so that the madman can’t bear the consequences!”
Shao Qinggang turned over and got up, touched the blood marks on the back of his neck, spat on the black mud and said: "Ah! I'm still alive! It's good, it's good... Ugh! This crazy guy is trying to kill me to show off his power, General"
We have a life-and-death feud with 'General Fuwei'..."
Wang Chuo helped Shao Qinggang up and echoed a few words before the two of them disappeared among the winding streets shaded by vegetation.
In the guest room of the Beggar Gang courtyard, Yang Zhaoxi was lying on the wooden couch. The robe on his back had been completely cut open by the old beggar Long Zaitian, revealing shocking scratches. The shallower parts had already condensed, and were wider than a finger.
Deep inside the bones, light red plasma is still seeping out.
Long Zaitian handed him a ball of white gauze and asked him to bite it in his mouth. Then he popped the cork of the bottle in his hand and shook the golden sore medicine on the wound bit by bit. The medicine was good medicine, but when it was sprinkled on the wound, it turned out like
The pain is as painful as heart and bone!
Yang Chaoxi's whole body suddenly bent like a river shrimp, and one of his teeth sank deeply into the gauze, turning it red... After all the six scratches were covered with medicine, Yang Chaoxi was exhausted and collapsed, and his whole body was wet with sweat, as if
It looks like it has just been fished out of the river.
After breathing for a moment, the pain on his back had eased a lot. Long Zaitian helped him up again, took the white gauze, and wrapped it tightly around him, like a woman wrapping her breasts. Even Yang Chaoxi couldn't help but cry when he saw it.
laugh it out.
Slowly relaxing his shoulders and back, the pain was no longer as severe as before, or in other words, Yang Zhaoxi had adapted to the pain of the wound: "Gang Leader Long, give me the remaining gold sore medicine and gauze! That one in the backyard
The falcon's claw bone was broken by me, so I can help it heal."
Long Zaitian handed over the gold sore medicine and gauze, and said with a smile: "My little friend has a kind heart, so he is more suitable for practicing Zen. A beast hurts you like this, and it repays evil with kindness. If an evil person harms you, you can also show mercy. Net
Would you like to open a side?"
"Master Long is ridiculous! A falcon hurts someone because it is driven by an evil person. Just like a sword hurts someone, the fault lies with the person using the sword, not the sword. The so-called ferocious weapons are only those who are often used by evil people.
It is full of evil spirit; and the so-called magic weapon is full of awe-inspiring spirit when it is used by chivalrous and upright people."
Yang Chaoxi chewed a few teeth, raised her head and smiled,
"Besides, this falcon is quite spiritual and is absolutely extraordinary. It is very much like the demon cultivator of the 'Feather Clan' that Gang Leader Long once said. Cultivation is not easy for both the human race and the demon race. If there is no blood feud, let it live.
, it can be regarded as a good relationship!"
Long Zaitian frowned: "Oh? If you are a demon cultivator, the old beggar will share your view. Just now he was only interested in killing the dog and taking the brain, and never took a closer look at the big bird."
After that, he followed Yang Zhaoxi to the backyard and watched him carefully connect the claw bones of the falcon and apply medicine and bandage. A feeling of respect arose from the bottom of his heart. And the falcon was extremely obedient, setting the bones and applying medicine.
Not only did he not become agitated, he rubbed his head against Yang Chaoxi's body as a sign of goodwill.
After finishing these tasks, Yang Zhaoxi turned his head and said, "What do you think, Leader Long? Is this Falcon full of spirituality?"
Long Zaitian's eyes flashed: "This big bird... may really be a demon cultivator. But even if it is, the Taoism is too shallow! It hasn't even started to 'transform'. At most, it can be regarded as the beginning of spiritual intelligence."
Yang Chaoxi asked curiously: "What is the beginning of spiritual intelligence? Demon cultivation, isn't it just birds, beasts, insects, and fish who each get the opportunity and follow their own methods to cultivate into demons? Are there so many ways?"
Long Zaitian showed a rare look of pride: "Of course there is a way! To cultivate a demon cultivator from the original body to the legal body, you must go through four levels of 'transformation, essence training, Qi training, and spirit training', a total of twenty-four levels.
This little friend knows. But how to practice at each level and each level, do you know?"
Yang Zhaoxi shook her head honestly.
Long Zaitian did not show off, but followed his memory and said slowly: "More than twenty years ago, I was practicing Taoism in the Tianshi Cave in Qingcheng Mountain, and I often listened to my master telling me that there are big monsters in the barren land deep in Qingcheng Mountain.
With the blessing of luck, the spiritual orifice was opened, and then he experienced various adventures and practiced cultivation.
What I just mentioned as "the initial awakening of spiritual wisdom" is also called "opening of spiritual orifices". They are some birds and animals wandering in the mountains. By chance, they swallow strange flowers and fruits, and their spiritual wisdom suddenly opens overnight.
, and then it skyrocketed.
Creatures with greatly increased spiritual intelligence will think about life, old age, illness and death like humans, and begin to yearn for immortality. So they will try their best to borrow the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the light of the sun and the moon, and temper their bodies. Those who accumulate a certain number of years and are not hunted by other tribes will become
Will transform into human form. This is the "transformation" of the demon cultivator.
Demon cultivators in the 'transformation' stage cannot yet speak human words, and can only roughly understand some human words. After they are completely transformed into human forms, they can learn to speak human words and behave like human beings in the world, and practice more deeply.
magic."
Yang Chaoxi suddenly realized: "It turns out that if a demon cultivator wants to practice Taoism and become an immortal, it will be even more difficult than for a human Taoist cultivator!"
Long Zaitian also said with emotion: "All things have spirits and can be cultivated. However, life spans are different, and the circumstances are also different. Therefore, the journey of cultivation is basically a matter of thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge. If you can successfully reach the other side, it is really
Very few!”
Yang Zhaoxi then clasped his fists and saluted and said: "You have learned a lesson! Leader Long, it's already getting late, I have to rush back to the library. There have been a lot of things in the past few days, so I won't bother you. I also ask Leader Long to take care of you."
Xiaodouzi’s injury.”
Long Zaitian cupped his hands and smiled: "That's easy to say!"
In Xiuwenfang, the houses remain the same.
Curls of green smoke drifted out from the kitchens of some households, and the thick smoke of smoke lingered in the streets, adding a touch of background to the busy world.
In front of Hongdao Temple, a Feiyun Cong was tied to a smooth stone pillar, panting heavily. Its four iron hooves knocked on the ground from time to time, looking bored.
In a quiet room next to Xuanyuan Hall, the viewer, Wei Chiyuan, was sitting opposite a young team member drinking tea.
The team seemed to find the tea soup bland and tasteless, so they took off a small brass wine cannon from their waists, pulled out the cork and said, "Master, do you want some?"
Yuchi Yuan said with a smile: "I gave up drinking last year, how can all my previous achievements be wasted? But my eldest son, you actually contracted this bad habit in the army. If you can drink less in the future, try to drink as little as possible, otherwise you will easily get into trouble."
This young team leader is Fang Qidou, the sect’s descendant who has already joined the army. The Feiyuncong in front of the gate is the mount he often rides. Seeing the master's warning, he hurriedly clasped his fists and said: "Disciple, please obey the master's orders!"
After that, he only took two sips and then stuffed the wine cork again.
Yuchi Yuan nodded and said: "Only those who can discipline themselves are the qualifications of a good general. When you come here this time, do you have new news to tell me?"
Fang Qidou cupped his fists and said with a smile: "Master hit the mark. In the past few days, I sent Qiu Chu'an and Cheng Si'er from the 'Seven Heroes of Luo Zhong' to investigate and spy around the city, and indeed I got some information.
Not only is it related to Luo Rou's death, but it also involves some secrets of the 'Rushui Sword'..."