A short period of time passes easily, and three years of Spring and Autumn are only a snap of the fingers.
It is the beginning of summer and the end of spring, when the leaves are young and the flowers are beginning to bloom. On the Cuiyun Peak in the afternoon, wild birds are singing in the sky and the shadows of the trees are dancing. There is beginning to be a bit of hot air, rising on the ground, climbing the wall, and attracting Taoists who go up to the Qing Temple.
They all rushed back to their rooms for a lunch break.
The main hall of Ziji Palace is solemn and solemn, and the cool breeze rises out of thin air, which makes me feel very refreshing. Gongsun Zhenren is sitting on the round seat, carefully reading a few pages of letters:
"Brother Xuan Tong said: I used to be a straggler in the mountains, but now I am a common official in the south of the Yangtze River. I am neither mourning nor ashamed, but diligent and respectful. The main purpose is to benefit the small people...I recently heard Du Shiyi's new poems, and copied them by hand, maybe
Brother Fengdao had an observation: Once upon a time, there was a beautiful woman named Gongsun. She danced with her sword and moved her weapon in all directions... I don’t know where she is going, but my feet are cocooned in the deserted mountains and I am filled with sorrow and illness. Changyuan pauses."
After reading the slip several times, Gongsun Zhenren stood up, his eyebrows slightly tightened, and his expression stunned. After a long time, he sighed and recited the few lines of poetry intermittently:
...It comes like thunder to calm down its wrath, but it ends like the clear light of the river and sea. The red lips and beaded sleeves are lonely, and in the evening, a disciple spreads the fragrance... Gongsun's sword weapon was the first in the early years. In the past fifty years, it seems to be a reverse palm...
After chanting, he offered incense to the Taoist statue, kowtowed some times, and then returned to the alcove of the side hall for a lunch break.
The moon is in the sky, silver is flowing across the ground, and night insects are sparse in early summer. They are all hiding among the strange stones and green grass and whispering. The stars in the sky are all in their own palaces, moving according to the time. In the mysterious and impenetrable way, they coincide with the movement of heaven. Shangqing
In the temple, all the Taoist priests have turned off their lights, and a few green bamboo poles stand quietly in the spacious courtyard. However, Gongsun Zhenren is sitting in the courtyard, watching the stars and the moon, alone. After watching for a while, he counted with his fingers again.
Seems to be something.
Only then did Gongsun Zhenren stand up, flick the fly whisk out, and stiffen when he saw a beam of white light. Immediately, Gongsun Zhenren's body was as fast as the wind, and the white light was spitting out like lightning, sometimes piercing the air, sometimes cutting the ground, and suddenly turning into a white streak.
, surrounded the whole body. The white light was like a long dragon transforming into a dragon. It suddenly became much larger. The Yang Yuan Qi overflowed and shot out to the surroundings, making many small and sharp sounds in the air, like the chorus of birds. The huge white light
Passing by a pole of green bamboo, some bamboo leaves rotated and fell. If you look carefully, you can see that there are many small holes punched through each bamboo leaf.
What came out with this dance was the "Gongsun Sword Technique" that had been dusted for many years. Although many memories seemed like they were from another world, they were brought out by this exquisite sword technique at this moment.
The swordsmanship has gone through thousands of twists and turns, just like Gongsun Zhenren's mood at the moment. Although there are thousands of connections, they are clearly defined. Joy, sorrow, anger, hatred, regret, determination... countless stories, tortured by the years.
Boiled into a bowl of extremely bitter soup - if you take it, your mind will wander into space, and you will forget both things and yourself; if you push it away, your ileum will be broken due to all the past. But Gongsun Zhenren picked up this medicine and couldn't bear to take it for a long time...
After using a set of sword techniques, all the changes were instantly absorbed into the white light. The fly whisk also hung softly, turning into a docile object beside the body. Turning his head sideways, he realized that there was a Taoist boy a few feet away.
She opened her mouth in horror and stared at him, speechless. She also held a small wooden basin in her hand. The wooden basin was tilted, and some filth came out from the edge of the basin and dripped onto the ground.
This boy was Yang Zhaoxi. He got up in the middle of the night to relieve himself in the living room. The smell was so bad that he was kicked out by the other three. He was going to the toilet to clean up the night fragrance. The clinker had bad luck and was lucky enough to meet Gongsun Zhenren.
I was fascinated by the family swordsmanship for a while, but I had long forgotten why I was holding the night incense basin and standing in the moonlight in the courtyard. At this moment, I was reminded by Taoist Gongsun, so I hurriedly collected the night incense basin and held my breath in disgust.
, ran away towards the toilet.
Gongsun Zhenren had just practiced expressing his feelings freely and freely, but he had already dispelled most of the obstacles that had accumulated in his heart for half a day. At this time, he also smiled and shook his head and entered the Ziji Palace. Yang Chaoxi finished pouring the night incense and took a bath.
After finishing his hand, he passed by the place where he had just watched the sword, but only the silver glow filled the courtyard. Taoist Gongsun went back to rest, and he stood there feeling lost for a while before returning in despair.
The next day everything was as usual, and the morning was busy. Several Taoist boys ate their lunch in a hurry, even skipping a nap, and ran to a Jing room to take out the chessboard and chess pieces. Yang Zhaoxi, Niu Pang'er held black, and Guan Hu'er
, Sun Hu Nian holds the white flag, and they take turns fighting each other. The winner keeps his score, and the loser ends up with another person taking his place.
However, those watching chess are always more anxious than those playing chess. They can’t help but point and poke at the side, which makes the chess players also anxious. While regretting the chess game, they started to argue with each other. In the end, it was Yang Chaoxi and Sun Hunian.
They were kicked out by the other two people and stood awkwardly looking at each other outside the Jing room. Then they separated, one went to the studio and the other entered the piano room.
After a while, there was a soft sound of the piano, and sadness and separation flowed out from the music. It lingered in the courtyard for a while and then gradually dispersed. The willows were green and the river was sparkling. The sadness of separation is always about emotions, which is still a bit childish.
The sound of the piano was actually the song "Folding Willows" on a snowy night a few years ago.
At this time, the summer heat is rising, but this unintentional piano music is like a piece of cool air, which penetrates into the body of the person who is interested. The whole body is shaken, and he escapes from the state of "keeping one", the chicken skin stands up, and the cold hairs stand on end.
.But I was so moved by the childish sound of the piano that I could no longer return to the previous state.
The man sighed with a smile, feeling that there were some random opportunities, but they were quietly pulled up like a spider thread, and slowly weaved into a spider web. Some prejudices that had been stubborn in his heart for many years were like lychees.
The shell is cracked, revealing pure white sincerity and freedom.
The man started pacing, and after a while he stood outside the piano room, smiling as he watched the boy's fingers fly on the strings, sometimes quickly, sometimes lowly, and his head tilted along with the sound of the piano. At this time, he played
But it is a song called "The Wind Into the Pine".
The melody of "Wind Into the Pine" is ancient and seems to lead people to a different kind of ink painting room: green pines and cypresses, smoke from thatched cottages, disappearing and appearing by the winding clear stream, and hermits and woodcutters in the mountains laughing.
While chatting, the heat of summer hits, the wind blows in the valley, and waves of pine waves rise suddenly, spreading from one mountain to another.
The man didn't bother him, he just stood there and listened carefully. When the Taoist boy pressed the strings and raised his head, he saw him looking at him with a smile, and he hurriedly bowed: "The master of the temple is well...
..." He looked over with a hint of fear in confusion, but he didn't know why Gongsun Zhenren was here.
Could it be that I had peeked at his swordsmanship and was going to be in trouble? Suddenly I remembered some of the things that Guan Dashi told me about in the past, saying that some people who had learned skills from his masters had their eyes gouged out or were judged.
Those with tendons in their hands and feet were in extremely miserable condition. Although they were not fatal, they would still be crippled for life. Thinking of this, his face turned pale and his lips were ashen. He was actually frightened by his own inference.
Master Gongsun didn't know that in just a moment, many absurd conjectures had gone through the boy's mind. He just smiled and said: "Your teacher, Master Yuan, entrusted you to me before leaving. He once asked me to strictly restrain you. What he taught you
The method of doing the exercises requires more diligent practice to be effective. Although you have worked hard in the past few years, you are still a little lazy, and you have really failed to teach me the grace of your master. I have many things to do during the day, so I will start tonight
At the beginning, at the intersection of Xu and Hai, you go and wait under the ancient tree behind the temple, and I will personally supervise your practice on behalf of Master Changyuan. Do you understand?"
The Taoist boy raised his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Disciple, I understand!" After saying this, he didn't bother to put away the piano, and ran away like a rat avoiding a cat. Gongsun Zhenren stroked his beard and smiled, then lifted up his long hair.
He also sat down in front of the piano and started playing the piano.
At the intersection of Xu and Hai, many of the Taoists were already sound asleep. Even those who stood up to perform the exercises put all their minds into the practice of sitting in a circle and keeping quiet, and did not dare to be distracted in the slightest. After looking at Shangqing, there were ancient wooden buildings, shaped like giants.
Qing, blocking most of the stars and moonlight. In the shadow under the tree, there were two figures, one tall and one low, who could not be clearly seen.
Gongsun Zhenren said solemnly: "Looking at your breathing skills, you already have the characteristics of 'light, thin, continuous, and long'. In terms of effectiveness, it is much better than your peers. Just continue to practice the 'Cuiyun Taoist Skill' and you will be able to
You are gradually getting better. Since I called you here, I want to find a successor for my Gongsun clan's swordsmanship so that it will not be cut off in my hands. Your master Changyuan Zhenren has specifically told you that you are most likely to be the 'chosen son'.
', so spiritual roots, endowments, intelligence and other aspects must be superior to ordinary people." When Gongsun Zhenren said this, his expression became much more relaxed, "As the saying goes, 'you see your age at the age of seven', I have been observing it in the past few years, and I know you
Although he is a bit naughty, he is tough-minded and willing to endure hardships, and he can distinguish between right and wrong in important matters. If I teach you this swordsmanship, it will not be a secret."
Yang Chaoxi seemed to be overjoyed from the sky. Apart from being excited, he was also a little moved. He knelt down and said, "I would like to thank Master Guan for teaching me the art! I would like to swear here that I will use my swordsmanship in the right way. I will never dare to disobey Master Guan! Otherwise, three
The soul is completely destroyed, all seven souls are eliminated, and there is no reincarnation!"
Gongsun Zhenren nodded and lifted Yang Chaoxi up with his left hand. His right hand had already been raised. He moved his robe sleeve slightly, rolled up a branch and pulled it off. The branch immediately broke and was held by Gongsun Zhenren with one hand.
It was smooth, like a saw and an axe. Gongsun Zhenren put the two fingers of his left hand together and brushed them along the trunk of the branch. The twigs and loose leaves fell one after another, until he cut a branch into a wooden stick more than three feet long.
Gongsun Zhenren threw the wooden stick to Yang Chaoxi, raised his robe sleeves, and made another wooden stick in the same way, and then said slowly: "The swordsman should choose the middle, be righteous and peaceful, be impartial, and be a humble gentleman. Everyone since the pre-Qin Dynasty has respected the sword.
, passed down to later generations, there are famous swords such as Ganjiang, Moye, Longquan, Tai'a, Chunjun, Zhanlu, Yuchang, Juque and so on. There are also people who are famous for their swords, as far as Liu Bang, the great ancestor of the Han Dynasty, killed the white snake with his sword, and as close as
General Pei Min of the Sheng Dynasty had unparalleled swordsmanship."
When Gongsun Zhenren said this, he slowly moved his feet and waved his stick. His movements were slow so that people could see more clearly. But he kept saying: "Sword moves are mostly based on openness and aboveboardness.
, advance and retreat according to the law, open and close in a controlled manner, use both hardness and softness, and move freely. It can be used to cut, stab, split, chop, tease, grate, sweep, and hang, and it can be used randomly. Although it has a sharp force,
But it is different from being ruthless and deceitful. You only use swiftness and fierceness to attack head-on. Even if your opponent knows what you are attacking, he still cannot avoid it. This is the main purpose of my swordsmanship, Gongsun."
Yang Chaoxi carefully took note of it, and then looked at the basic moves he demonstrated with a wooden stick. However, he turned the complex into simplicity, and used simplicity to defeat the complex. He dismantled the exquisite sword skills that he had enjoyed that night to pieces.
Luo. Although it lacks the meaning of flowing clouds and flowing water, it is clear-cut and solemn, and it makes me feel itchy for a while.
While he was immersed in it, he suddenly saw the wooden stick in Gongsun Zhenren's hand turning rapidly, turning into a point, and stabbing him between the eyebrows. He couldn't help but let out an "Ah--"! He wanted to dodge, but it was already too late...