Black clouds pressed over the city, the autumn air was chilling, and gusts of cold wind surged out of Dingding Gate, pushing the few dead leaves towards the moat in the south of the city.
In Mingjiao Square, in front of Longxing Temple, two stone lions, one male and one female, were watching an old Taoist in front of the temple with vigilance. The old Taoist had a straight figure, like a Yuan Ting mountain, standing at the gate of the temple, looking towards Nazhi.
The Taoist priest said: "Gongsun Xuantong of Shangqing Temple, please come out and see the master of Longxing Temple!"
The words he spoke were not loud, but they reached the ears of the Taoist Zhike clearly, giving him an unquestionable power. The Taoist Zhike was frightened and did not dare to make any mistakes, so he turned around and went back to the temple to report.
After a long time, the Taoist Zhike came out hesitantly, stood in the gate of the temple and shouted to Master Gongsun: "Senior Gongsun! My temple master is not in the temple today. Please come back another day." After saying this, Master Gongsun was not waiting for him.
After replying, he closed the door and bolted it inside.
Gongsun Zhenren smiled faintly and said to himself: "Lin Yunbo... I haven't come to see you for many years, but he still has such a timid temperament. The old Taoist will follow your wishes and try to 'catch a turtle in an urn'..." Then
He jumped up more than ten feet from the ground, and the clouds touched the eaves of the gate tower for a little bit, and then he entered Longxing Temple.
The Taoist Zhike locked the door and walked in. He saw Zhenren Gongsun standing two feet away, looking at him with leisurely eyes: "Little Taoist, please lead the way!" The Taoist Zhike looked downcast and said uneasily.
Following Gongsun Zhenren, they came to a large hall called Qingniu Palace.
A shorter Taoist priest was facing the Taoist statue, chanting some words in a low voice. When he heard footsteps approaching, he didn't look back and said lazily: "Has Gongsun Xuantong left?"
The Taoist priest Zhike was so frightened that he knelt down and kowtowed: "Master of the Monastery! My disciple is incompetent... I didn't stop Senior Gongsun's carriage! Please punish me, Master of the Monastery..."
"What did you say?!" The shorter Taoist priest was shocked. He turned around, but he saw a locust-headed rat with a beard, a thin neck and slender shoulders. The top of the black crown was oval, with a green ball in it.
The red meaning is Lin Yunbo, the master of Longxing Temple.
Although he has always been timid and afraid of getting into trouble, as the master of a view, he is always somewhat quick-witted. When he saw Master Gongsun had come in, he changed his face of shock and anger into a smile: "Brother Gongsun, the Immortal Master stopped to watch, I don't know...
Do you have any advice? Although I am not talented, I am willing to work hard..."
Gongsun Zhenren also smiled and said: "I heard that Master Lin is very interested in my viewing of 'Gongsun Sword Technique'. I have only two important things to do when I come here: one is to pass on the martial arts. I would like to make this sword technique public for you to observe."
The second is to settle old and new scores, and stop your thoughts of stirring up trouble again." He paused and said, "The place is right in front of the temple, but I can ask all the disciples of Guanzhong to come over and bear witness. In addition,
, I captured my disciple Chong Lingzi, it’s time to release him now, right?”
When Lin Yunbo heard what he said, he already had flashbacks in his mind of the situation a few years ago when Gongsun Xuantong was so powerful in Henan Province with his family swordsmanship. So he did not dare to neglect, and went up to kick the kneeling Taoist Zhike.
He kicked and shouted in a low voice: "Why don't you hurry up and call all the Taoist priests and disciples in the temple to come here!" After seeing the Zhike Taoist running away crawling on the ground, he laughed and said: "Brother Gongsun, I'm afraid
Is there a misunderstanding? Ever since that day when I was performing martial arts in the Zhaitan altar and saw the appearance of Taoist friend Chong Lingzi, although I admired him in my heart, I have never seen him again. Let alone robbing and arresting people? That is something that must never be done!"
Master Gongsun was not angry when he saw that he was speaking harshly. He just looked at him quietly: "Since Guanzhu Lin is pretending to be confused, the Taoist has nothing to say." At this time, the Taoist priests in Longxing Temple were already arriving one after another.
They continued to surround us, holding in their hands knives, swords, spears, spears, maces, whips, axes, axes, halberds and other weapons, some made of bamboo and wood, some forged from fine steel, and they were all dazzling.
When Lin Yunbo saw the Taoist priest approaching, he ducked into the crowd, grabbed the Mo Dao from a disciple, and laughed: "Since Taoist Master Gongsun wants to teach the sword generously, we will watch carefully here."
If the swordsmanship is taught in a common way, it will not be easy to just leave if you want to."
Gongsun Zhenren glanced at Lin Yunbo with a faint smile, and suddenly passed through the group of Taoist priests like a ghost, with afterimages appearing behind him.
When the Taoist priest in the Longxing audience swung his sword to stop him, he had already returned to where he was standing, with a three-foot-long wooden sword in his hand: "As Lin Guanzhu wishes, I will pass down the family's 'Gongsun Sword Technique'
'Let's demonstrate. Guiguan's disciples are very spiritual. How much you can learn depends on your luck!" After saying that, he started swinging the wooden sword in his hand one move at a time, but the speed was extremely slow, like a dancing dancer.
, stretch sleeves, leap, spin, look around...
Time seems to go back to the early years of the Kaiyuan Dynasty. On the fifth day of August, the "Qianqiu Festival", in the main building of Xingqing Palace in Chang'an, the saints held a banquet for all the ministers. A Gongsun woman amazed everyone with her sword dance. Some stopped to drink and throw chopsticks.
There are people who are high-fiving each other, and that is the only highlight moment after Gongsun's swordsmanship has been passed down for generations! It's a pity that the people at that time have passed away, and the water in Luo City is still cold. This ethereal sword shadow is so illusory that everyone can see it.
The speed of getting clear was laid out bit by bit in front of the small Qingniu Palace of Longxing Temple in Luoyang. Everyone looked down upon it at first, but as the sword moves were handed out one after another, the Taoist priests who specialized in swordsmanship became more and more
The more I look at it, the more shocked I am: There is such a swordsmanship in the world! The sword's intention is continuous and unique, using a flexible way to capture the fierce power without any effort. It is really refreshing!
Lin Yunbo was naturally knowledgeable, but he couldn't help but asked in surprise: "What's the point of your swordsmanship?"
Gongsun Zhenren had already returned his sword to its sheath and replied calmly: "Clumsy is for defense, crooked is for offensive, and soft is for setting the stance. Use clumsy to respond to skill, use crooked to straighten, and use soft to defeat hardness. These twenty-four words are also
I will give it to you with my sword skills!" After hearing this, Lin Yunbo's mind suddenly opened up, but he was still muttering in disbelief: Use clumsiness to match skill, use crookedness to straighten, use softness to defeat hardness... and surrounded Gongsun Zhenren in the green ox.
Among the Taoist priests in front of the palace, some were immersed in thought, some looked confused, and some even waved their swords in their hands and started slashing them in a formal manner.
As the master of one view, Lin Yunbo is also quite remarkable in terms of wisdom and martial arts. However, for most of his life, he has been too cautious and cautious, and not brave enough. After thinking about it for a while, he felt that he had actually been unable to do anything in the past few years.
Like a frog at the bottom of a well, he lived in this little dragon's Xingguan, and his vision and ambition were not as broad as when he was a boy. At this time, he saw the Taoist charm contained in this swordsmanship, and knew that he was far beyond it, so he raised his hand and said: "Gongsun
Brother Tao has a broad mind, and he has no selfish intentions when using his sword. I will pay my respects in advance on behalf of the disciples of the Taoist priest! I will take over all the old and new grudges that Brother Tao said. If Brother Tao wants to take my life,
Just come over here!”
Gongsun Zhenren said sternly: "If I kill you, I will be fighting against the same enemy. It will make my relatives feel sad and my enemies will be happy. But it is easy to end the grudge. You can do your best to use all kinds of weapons. All weapons are at your disposal."
I only use this wooden sword to welcome you! If you can't win, it means you are not good at swordsmanship. You can do whatever you want." After hearing this, Lin Yunbo knew that there was still a chance, and he might give it a try. He turned the Mo Dao in his hand and pointed towards it.
Gongsun Zhenren approached slowly.
Gongsun Zhenren had his sword hanging by his side, his beard and hair slightly waving in the wind, but he stood like this without making any offensive or defensive moves. Lin Yunbo's mind instantly flashed the idea of "clumsy as a defense, use clumsiness to respond to skill", but the opponent
Since he was determined not to take the initiative to attack, he had no way of guessing his offensive, so he had no choice but to draw the Mo Dao and slash it down.
Gongsun Zhenren suddenly floated out, and in the gap between the blows, he did not advance but retreated. The second attack came first, and stabbed Lin Yunbo's tiger's mouth with his sword. Lin Yunbo's right hand was in severe pain, and Mo Dao had fallen to the ground. Gongsun Zhenren was not surprised.
He picked up the sword and put it between Lin Yunbo's neck.
The Taoist priests who were watching the battle were stunned. They thought they were going to witness a fierce fight, but unexpectedly, the winner was already decided in the moment of the fight. And if the wooden sword had been replaced by an iron sword, Lin Yunbo would have been dead by now.
The end! Gongsun Zhenren put away the wooden sword: "Is there any martial arts that you haven't used yet? I'll give you a chance to use it."
Lin Yunbo was naturally unwilling to give in, so he grabbed the two maces from a disciple's hand, "Huhu, drink, drink!" He evened out the force and rushed forward. However, after another three or two exchanges, the two maces were knocked to the ground.
, Lin Yunbo shook his numb and painful hands, grabbed a big gun, and rushed forward again... After competing with each other for about a stick of incense, the small courtyard in front of the Qingniu Palace was already filled with people.
There were all kinds of weapons. Lin Yunbo's hands were red and swollen, his face was ashen, and his hair was struck somewhere. He stood there blankly, not making any more moves.
Gongsun Zhenren's aura was calm, as if he had just fought casually. He still said in a calm tone: "Everything is common, and everything is sparse. It seems to be endless, but in fact it is in vain. Although I will not kill you today,
But I won’t let you cause trouble again!”
After Gongsun Zhenren finished speaking, his body turned into an afterimage. He only heard two "bang, bang" sounds, but one punch and one palm hit Lin Yunbo's chest and lower abdomen respectively. When the fists and palms were swung out, the abundant Yang Yuan flowed out.
Qi overflowed from it and rushed into Lin Yunbo's middle and lower dantians with unparalleled force, smashing his two dantians to pieces. From then on, he never had a chance with him again during his journey of cultivating the Tao.
To others, these punches and palms seemed like gentle slaps. When Lin Yunbo took these two blows and blood overflowed from his mouth, the Taoist priest in the Longxing audience was still secretly wondering: It turned out that the master of the temple was so cruel.
Have you been beaten?
Lin Yunbo's two Dantian areas were destroyed and he was already on the verge of collapse. The two Taoist priests closest to him rushed over and stretched out their hands to support him. He spat out the blood accumulated in his mouth, sighed, and said weakly: "Send off the guest..."
"My disciple in the temple, Chong Lingzi, please put him back as soon as possible!" After finishing speaking, Gongsun Zhenren threw the wooden sword in his hand and followed the Taoist Zhike and drifted away.
The next people to visit were Dao Chong Guan and Jing Yun Guan. Still doing what Long Xing Guan did, he demonstrated Gongsun's swordsmanship and left a general outline of the sword technique. He also met with the master of Dao Chong Guan.
As the exhibition continued, Shi Xiaoren, the master of Jingyun Temple, fought one after another, destroying their middle and lower Dantians, cutting off their path to practice, and then left.
Although there were many reckless and ruthless people in Daochong Temple, no one dared to stand up for a while. However, there was a disciple named Pugu Xingde who had some sense of friendship and rushed up to shout: "Old Taoist Gongsun! Although my martial arts skills are low now.
, But thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river! In the future, when Taoism and martial arts are great, I will go to the Cuiyun Peak of Mang Mountain to avenge the humiliation I suffered today!"
Gongsun Zhenren smiled and said: "If the old Taoist has not yet become an adult, I will fight with my young Taoist friend again, life or death." Little did he know that this promise inspired the young Taoist named Pugu Xingde.
Later, he also achieved dazzling achievements while practicing Taoism and martial arts, but that was a story for another time.