When Chengxuzi thought of the flag with the word "king" written in seal script, he felt a sharp pain in his heart and fell softly on the wooden bed.
After a long time, Taoist boy Huang Shuo couldn't understand the meaning of a verse in the scriptures, so he came to seek advice from Cheng Xuzi. When he knocked on the door, he didn't answer, so he boldly pushed the door open and entered, only to see Xuzi lying there, motionless, seemingly walking.
There was something wrong with his work, and he went crazy. Huang Shuo didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly ran to report it to Zhenren Gongsun. Zhenren Gongsun then brought two Taoists over, and after a brief inspection, he concluded that it was a syndrome of qi syncope. After a while, he pushed the palace and released the qi.
Chengxuzi just woke up slowly, but his breath was still weak and his face looked sad.
At this time, after hearing the news, some disciples who were apprenticed under Chengxuzi came over and gathered around the door of the living room. Their concern was beyond words. Gongsun Zhenren vaguely guessed that there must be an inside story about this sudden illness, so he dismissed everyone and stayed alone.
I asked Chengxuzi the reason. Chengxuzi did not hide anything, and reported in detail the incident of Yang Chaoxi and Sun Hunian painting tigers. Although it was not serious at the moment, when I thought of the word "king", my heart still hurt.
Gongsun Zhenren's face remained as usual, and he thought for a moment before saying: "This matter must be a coincidence. How could the tiger be related to the bandit soldiers? I'm afraid you are overthinking and can't take the past lightly. The two disciples were just unintentional mistakes.
, as a master, you should never have any grudges."
Chengxuzi had a look of shame on his face: "This is a disciple who is not focused on the Tao and cannot let go of the past... Life and death are destined, and the shape of the air is changing. The heaven and the earth are like a huge room, and singing and crying are a great passage. Disciples should imitate the master of Nanhua, even if it is not appropriate to play drums.
But singing is no longer afraid of death and greedy for life."
Gongsun Zhenren smiled and nodded: "It would be best if you are willing to think clearly. There is no definite distinction between life and death, joy and sorrow. Poor life and noble life are all new lives; old age, death, and misfortune are all just death, so what?
What's the difference? Taoists are not reborn and die, but they just don't want to be constrained by life and death. As we practice Taoism, we only practice the few cold and summer days between life and death, clarify our mind, set our aspirations and interests, abandon vanity, and gain the right principles. This is the time when the teacher is strong.
What I have felt and understood throughout my life, I will share with you today, and it may serve as a lesson.”
Chengxuzi bowed slightly and said: "Disciples are taught! You must be broad-minded and work hard to spread the Tao!" Gongsun Zhenren left the room and asked the disciples who were looking outside to get some calming herbs and fry them.
He handed it to Chengxuzi and went back to Ziji Palace.
Immediately after Gongsun Zhenren comforted him, Chengxuzi was freed from his sadness, but he felt quite weak physically, so he called his eldest disciple Zhuo Songtao, whose Taoist name was Ming Lingzi, and ordered him to teach the scriptures for a few days.
Righteous, he took the medicine and rested. At this time, Gongsun Zhenren also sat down in the round seat, with the two pictures of beautiful tigers in front of him.
Gongsun Zhenren picked up the two paintings, compared them and looked at them again and again, and he was a little suspicious: It is said that since the founding of the prosperous dynasty, for more than 140 years, officials and Confucian students have mostly practiced regular script, running script, and cursive script.
Books are also rare, let alone ancient seal scripts and bronze inscriptions. If there is indeed a "king" of ancient seal scripts among the bandit soldiers, but I don't know which bandit bandit they are from? What is the origin? Changyuan Zhenren has been wandering around for half his life.
, well-informed, but not in the view at this time, Gongsun Zhenren was puzzled. He had to ask the Taoist boy next to him to put away the painting, and then get some paper and pen for the two Taoist boys Yang Chaoxi and Sun Hunian.
Send it as a reward.
But it is said that for more than ten days after Chengxuzi suffered from qi relapse, Minlingzi Zhuo Songtao taught the scriptures on his behalf. In the morning, more than ten Taoist boys under Chengxuzi listened to Zhuo Songtao’s lecture on the meaning of the scriptures.
It was not yet dinner time and there was nothing else to do, so he took Zhuo Songtao to ask questions and talked about topics that had nothing to do with the classics. Niu Pang'er had been pestering his teacher for the past few days to explore the method of "using Qi to exert force", but he was unable to do so.
I only asked for a plausible answer, but I still couldn't understand most of it, so I brought it up at this moment.
Although Zhuo Songtao had learned a lot about the classics, he liked to talk eloquently, and he had not put much effort into martial arts. But when his junior disciple asked him about it, he couldn't shirk the blame, so he eloquently said: "Use Qi to exert force.
When the force is exerted, the qi comes out with the fist. If the qi is sufficient, the force will be sufficient, and if the qi is weak, the force will be weak. Just like this——"
When Zhuo Songtao said this, he stood up from the round seat, his feet bounced and crossed, and when he punched and split his palms, there was a sound of "Humph, hum! Xi, Xi!" in his mouth.
But Niu Pang'er shook his head: "What senior brother said makes sense! But the two blows I received that day were not caused like this! Yang Zhaoxi, do you think so?" Yang Zhaoxi was watching with interest.
Although he was disdainful of the senior brother's demonstration, he did not dare to say it out loud. At this time, Niu Pang'er "pointed" everyone's eyes, and they were a little surprised. But then they thought about the past days, although the master
He often joked with Gongsun Zhenren, but when talking about the meaning of the scriptures, he always argued based on the truth and did not give in much. As a direct disciple, how could he lose the character of his master?
As soon as he thought of this, Yang Chaoxi said: "Senior Brother, what you said is wrong! Master Changyuan once said, 'Strike with force, scratch the itch with strength, strike with Qi, softness can control hardness', that is, you should practice Kung Fu first, then practice strength, Kung Fu
In front of strength, strength is exerted by gong..."
"What Junior Brother Yang said makes sense. I wonder what it was like when I was sparring with Junior Brother Pang'er that day?" Zhuo Songtao didn't expect that this young Junior Brother would dare to do whatever he wanted to do, and he felt a little embarrassed about his face. But he also knew that his Master
It turned out to be Master Changyuan, so he couldn't refute him face to face, so he deliberately induced him in order to wait for an opportunity to make him suffer.
However, Yang Chaoxi thought that this senior brother was a good person and was not ashamed to ask questions. He described in detail the situation of the competition that day and the feeling of "using energy to exert force" when sparring with Guan Dashi. All the brothers listened intently.
Only then did Zhuo Songtao laugh and said: "The situation described by Junior Brother Yang is indeed somewhat similar to 'using Qi to exert force'. But as far as the brothers know, it is just some potential inspired by personal thoughts, but it is not true."
"Use Qi to exert strength." Didn't my junior brother just say that he felt sleepy and out of strength afterward?"
For the first time, Yang Zhaoxi felt that the self-confidence he had worked so hard to build and the path he had worked so hard to open were about to evaporate under a few light judgments! He was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer. However, under Zhuo Songtao's hint, the fellow disciples
Everyone laughed. Yang Chaoxi felt a burning sensation starting from his cheeks, spreading to his head, neck, and whole body. It felt like his whole body was about to explode. He shouted stubbornly: "You are talking nonsense! If you don't believe it,
, I will demonstrate it to you!" As soon as he said the words, he calmed down a little, knowing that he was going to cause trouble, but he could no longer take back the raspberry water.
This was what Zhuo Songtao was waiting for, and he smiled humbly: "Junior brother will use martial arts to prove the Tao day and night, and he will accompany you. It's just a trial of skills, until the point is reached. Junior brother, don't make too heavy a move. I'm worried that I won't be able to stop you from doing your best.
One blow." Yang Chaoxi stopped talking and jumped into the courtyard first, followed by Zhuo Songtao and his brothers.
Since Zhuo Songtao was determined to make Yang Chaoxi look embarrassed, he would not really "stop at it". If he could inspire the madness of this little Taoist boy again, he could teach him a lesson on behalf of Master Xuzi in front of everyone.
This "stubborn fellow", thinking of this, put up a posture of asking for help and waited quietly for Yang Chaoxi to attack.
Yang Zhaoxi was already red-faced and jealous, so he used the "Nine Fighting Styles" taught by Chuguan Dashi to pounce forward fiercely: one step to reach the target, two-pronged attack... smoke from all the orifices, wind from all directions, nine deaths!
This "Nine Fighting Styles" is actually a name given by Guan Dashi casually. It is originally a practical boxing technique from Xingwu Middle School. It has been refined and perfected after many battles, and it is a collection of nine killing moves. "
Although the moves of "Nine Fighting Styles" are simple, combined with physical strength and dodge skills, it is also a set of pragmatic boxing techniques to defeat the enemy and win.
However, after all, Yang Chaoxi was small and short in stature, and had little experience in practicing Taoism. A series of attacks like a gust of wind and rain were all easily resolved by Zhuo Songtao, and what he used was the Shangqingguan Yi.
One of the boxing techniques practiced by Taoist priests every day also has a rather elegant name - Cuiyun Tao Kung Fu.
Yang Zhaoxi was also more and more shocked as he fought. He never expected that the soft boxing skills he practiced every day could be used to fight. However, Zhuo Songtao didn't seem to seek merit, but no fault. After neutralizing his offensive, he had no counterattack moves.
I wonder if it’s because this senior brother is so kind? Or is this boxing technique mainly focused on defense?
Yang Chaoxi was thinking this, but suddenly he felt that his feet were empty! But Zhuo Songtao saw that his boxing skills were slack, so he found a flaw and pinned his legs under his lower body. At this moment, he was charging fiercely, and he was caught off guard and was struck by his feet.
After being plotted, it was like a big bundle of hemp, with a "pop" sound, it hit the ground hard, and a cloud of blood splashed under the bridge of the nose.
Zhuo Songtao was not yet relieved, so he stepped forward and stepped on Yang Chaoxi's ankle. At this time, he heard a steady voice not far away: "Stop!"