Chapter 80 Kneeling for three days, saving my body
Fang Qidou left the Heshang Wine Shop and soon caught up with the other six brothers. The lineup of the "Seven Heroes of Luozhong" spread out and trapped Yang Zhaoxi in a corner of Xiuxianfang in less than a stick of incense.
Seeing that the situation had reversed, Yang Chaoxi, who was a bachelor, immediately lost face and admitted his mistake. Hearing Fang Qidou's smile, he waved his hand and dismissed the matter. After a brief discussion, several people followed Fang Qidou.
Go to his house.
The Fang family's residence is located in the Tongtuofang in the north of the city. Everyone walked through the road west of Nanshi and headed north until they reached the bank of Luoshui River. Then they turned east and crossed a pontoon bridge before entering Tongtuo through the south gate.
Square.
The square is divided into four areas by cross alleys. Most of them are large and small houses. There are also some vendors pushing carts selling daily necessities such as firewood, rice, oil, salt, fruits and cooked food.
The Fang family's house is located in the southwest area of the square. The Wutou gate opens due south, and the wall is made of rammed earth as high as a person. Fang Qidou led a few people through the door, and an old servant greeted him.
, went to do his own thing.
The courtyard is quite spacious. There is a large screen at the entrance, which blocks most of the interior view. There is a small pavilion behind the screen. On the stone platform built not far behind the pavilion is the largest hall in the courtyard, with a tall hanging mountain top.
Rigorous and regular. There are tall jujube trees planted in the courtyard, and there are still sparse red dates dotted on the treetops.
Fang Qidou avoided the main room and led everyone into the backyard from the east side. There were side rooms to the east and west of the backyard, and to the north was a row of houses slightly lower than the main room. Several maids came in and out. One of the maids saluted him and then
He waved his hands repeatedly, indicating that his mother was resting in the room and would not be disturbed. Fang Qidou was thinking about the competition, nodded and ignored the maid.
Everyone followed Fang Qidou and stopped in a small open space in front of the east wing. Sure enough, there was a wooden frame standing under the eaves, with several weapons made of bamboo and wood displayed on it. The remaining six of the "Seven Heroes of Luozhong" should be
Du Hao, a regular visitor, walked forward without hesitation and took down the weapons he was good at. Fang Qidou took out two wooden barrier knives, then pulled out a bamboo sword and threw it to Yang Chaoxi. Everyone looked at each other, a little confused.
Eager to try it out.
Since it was a competition, Fang Qidou set the rules: pairs would compete against each other, the loser would be dismissed, and the winner would continue to compete with the next person until the last person was reached.
However, the subsequent competition process was really boring. Yang Zhaoxi was the first to come up, and Zhao Sandao, the "Toutuo Crazy Stick" from the Seven Heroes of Luozhong, was the first to compete. However, after a few moves, he was defeated by Yang Zhaoxi
He was knocked down with one sword, and he didn't dare to fight again. Then came Qiu Chu'an, the "Sky-Breaking Spear", and Wu Xiangnan, the "Xuanfeng Dual Mace"... both of them were defeated after a few moves, and their hearts were filled with fear.
Fang Qidou stood aside and shook his head and sighed: "It seems that a competition is only when we are evenly matched. If the difference in martial arts is too big, it is pure dog abuse. If I want to defeat this kid, I have to do it myself..."
When Fang Qidou came up, he was "evenly matched" with Yang Zhaoxi and had fired more than a hundred moves. The other six people saw this, and their expressions changed from the frustration of being defeated just now, to that of surprise. However, in this "evenly matched", whether
Only the two parties involved are fully aware that there is an element of letting go.
A somewhat impetuous competition ended, and less than a stick of incense passed. Except for Fang Qidou, who knew some basics, the "Seven Heroes of Luo Zhong" were still shrouded in the shadow of defeat, and they couldn't help but doubt their lives: these seven brothers
How could the name that he had gained with his punches and kicks fall into the hands of this little Taoist priest when he was in Luoyang City for many years, and he turned out to be like paper...
Fang Qidou looked at them with a bit of sympathy in his eyes, as if to comfort them: It's not that you are too weak, but that this little Taoist priest is too strong! So the eight of them ate the red dates brought by the maid and were all thinking hard.
Here is a topic that can break this awkward atmosphere.
Yang Zhaoxi looked at the wooden sword in Fang Qidou's hand, and suddenly remembered that on the day of the Taiwei Palace Zhaitan martial arts performance, he seemed to have borrowed the two swords of Lingchuanzi Liao Haiqian of Shengzhen Temple, but they were both broken by Huaxizi Cui Wan. Now half a month has passed.
It’s already passed, I actually forgot about it!
So he asked: "Brother Fang! Where did you find the carpenter to make the pair of wooden knives in your hand? On the day of the Zhaitan martial arts performance, I broke a pair of wooden knives belonging to Brother Liao of Shengzhenguan, and I wanted to make another pair and return them to you.
I would like to say thank you by the way!"
Fang Qidou raised his eyebrows: "This is an easy matter! After leaving Tongtuofang where my home is located, two or three miles to the north is Beishi. There is a woodworking shop inside. They can make anything made of wood. My couple have already
They are old, otherwise I can give them to you now! Since I am returning a favor, I need to buy a new pair. Moreover, the Shengzhen Temple you want to go to is in the Lixingfang east of the North City."
Yang Zhaoxi looked at the sky, then stood up and cupped his hands and said, "Senior Brother Fang is really quick to talk! It's getting late today. If I have time tomorrow, I'll come find you and we'll go to Bei City to handle this matter together."
Fang Qidou knew that he was going back to Linji Temple, so he also stood up: "Junior Brother Yang! I have asked for leave from the temple owner in the past few days, and I have plenty of time. Let's go there together at noon tomorrow, after the Beijing Market opens.
.It’s just that this time, senior brother, you have to show your sincerity and help more senior brothers!”
Yang Chaoxi said with a smile: "My temple master often said, 'The beauty of a gentleman is the beauty of adulthood', so junior brother agreed. When I go back today, I will say hello to senior sister Jing Xizi for you!" After that, he said to the other six "Seven Heroes of Luozhong"
After saying goodbye, I smiled secretly in my heart and headed back south.
The sky was dark and the jackdaws were noisy. By the time Yang Zhaoxi returned to Linji Temple, several dusk drums had already sounded in the city.
It wasn't that his legs were slowing him down, but it was just the nature of a young man. With his wandering eyes, he took a few more glances at the bustling and noisy road, and his steps naturally slowed down. When he heard the sound of the dusk drum, he suddenly felt urgent in his heart.
So I exerted my strength with my legs, and walked in through the north gate of Dunhuafang as dusk pressed down.
Looking from a distance, in front of Linji Temple, there was a tall and thin figure standing vaguely. The outline and demeanor were somewhat familiar, but it was not Jing Xizi Tang Juan, or those slightly familiar senior sisters. When he got closer, he saw the person clearly.
He had no choice but to hand over his hands and timidly said: "Aunt Chunxi..."
Tong Chunxi, the son of Yuan Yi, changed from his usual pleasant expression and said with a cold expression: "Chong Lingzi! Your temple wants you to rest and cultivate in my temple and improve your swordsmanship and martial arts. Are you feeling very depressed and want to get rid of the reins?"
Then leave and run around the city?"
"My nephew... I never meant this, Aunt Chunxi... Ouch!" Yang Zhaoxi felt cold in her heart, and was about to make a few quibbles when Tong Chunxi unexpectedly grabbed one of her ears and dragged her to the floor.
He walked quickly in the view. The two stone unicorns stared at him dumbfounded, with horrified expressions.
Tong Chunxi entered the gate and walked straight to the backyard along the veranda on the right without stopping. Yue Xizi Tan Qing, who had been waiting in Yang Zhaoxi's guest room for a long time, heard the noise, walked out and followed from a distance. Tong Chunxi
Dragging Yang Chaoxi, he suddenly turned into the moon gate and stepped into the martial arts arena. A cold moon climbed over half the sky, making the martial arts arena appear black and white.
Tong Chunxi entered the martial arts field and suddenly kicked Yang Zhaoxi down on the martial arts field: "Old Taoist thought that you just had a little friendship with the disciples of Bieguan, chatting and trying some fists and kicks, which was just an ordinary thing.
What happened? Today you have been dissolute and drunk a lot. If I hadn’t urged you more, wouldn’t you have been willing to come back?!”
"This disciple only drank a little bit... of the peach wine... If Aunt Chunxi is angry, the disciple will just accept the punishment." As soon as Yang Chaoxi's words came out, he knew that he had slipped his lips, so he quickly retreated in order to advance, lowering his posture, hoping that Tong Chunxi
You can just spare him.
Tong Chunxi sneered: "Chong Lingzi, don't play your little tricks with me. Do you think I really don't dare to punish you? From tonight on, you will kneel on this martial arts field to reflect on yourself. Three days later, I will come with you again.
You speak. Humph! Someone will bring you fast food. After all, you are a guest and cannot starve you."
At this time, a little head was peeking outside the moon door. Although Tong Chunxi had his back to the door, he had already noticed: "Yue Xizi, come in and talk! Why are you acting so sneaky?"
Yue Xiko lowered her head and pursed her lips, said "Oh", and slowly moved in, but did not dare to speak.
Tong Chunxi said again: "Yue Xizi, even though you are young, you should understand right and wrong. This is the senior brother Chong Lingzi you have always admired! He cannot keep his heart and self-control, goes out in private, drinks alcohol to show off his anger, and has sex with libertines.
They hang around willfully and have the air of a dandy! No matter how good your martial arts skills are, if your intentions are not right, what's the use! When you grow up in the future, you must be clear-sighted and clear-minded, and don't let such a man lose your mind!"
Yue Xizi nodded in agreement and ran away in a hurry. Tong Chunxi stood there for a long time and shouted: "Kneel straighter! Are all the Taoist priests in Shangqing Temple so boneless?"
Chong Lingzi looked depressed and had no stable mind. Hearing this shout, he sobered up a lot. The stubborn temperament in his heart surged up. He straightened his body and straightened his neck. He no longer looked tired.
Tong Chunxi glanced at him, with some approval in her heart, so she turned around and left. When she walked out of the Moon Gate, she blurted out a sentence from a distance: "Gongsun Xuantong swore to me back then, and he blurted it out after drinking. You men
The so-called heroic spirit is nothing if it is not guided by wine..."
In the early morning of the next day, the female Taoist priest on duty had already gotten up early, starting from the gate and working her way inward, waving a broom to clean the courtyard. When she saw Yang Chaoxi, who was sleeping soundly while kneeling on the martial arts exercise, she couldn't help but smile at her. Waiting for Cao Cao
After scanning his surroundings and leaving the Moon Gate, the new "scenery" in Linji Temple quickly spread among the female Taoist priests.
In the past, the senior and junior sisters who were eating breakfast, wasting time and not wanting to practice were all acting out of normal today. Every gentle and quiet woman was quickly destroying the food in their hands with the force of a wind and a lingering cloud.
A group of female Taoist priests hurriedly finished eating and then rushed to the martial arts arena and joined the crowd watching Yang Zhaoxi. They pointed and commented from time to time. As for the reason why they were punished by the spectator Yuan Yizi to kneel here, they also
It spread like wildfire and was quickly known by a group of female Taoist priests. During the dissemination process, a lot of details and conjectures were added, and finally several versions were circulated. After hearing this, Yue Xiko, the initiator, changed her expression and couldn't laugh or cry.
However, Shui Xizi Luo Rou gave a thumbs up and patted Hua Xizi Cui Wan on the shoulder, showing a happy expression of a revengeful revenge.
Cui Wan looked at Yang Chaoxi, who slowly retreated to a corner of the martial arts arena after being surrounded by other senior fellow apprentices to comment, but her heart was not as happy as expected.
Yang Zhaoxi had been frozen and hungry all night, and his expression was as dull as a puppet. It wasn't until he saw Jing Xizi Tang Juan shouting away the onlookers and bringing a bowl of millet cake to him that he regained some vitality and took the wooden bowl.
Using her hand as a spoon, she swallowed in big gulps. Cui Wan looked at this scene, but some sympathy surged from the bottom of her heart, and the smile on her face quickly faded.
Luo Rou came up, poked her waist, and said narrowly: "Junior sister Cui, are you feeling distressed?" Cui Wan smiled and pushed her away. Luo Rou then pulled Yue Xizi over and asked her carefully about what she said yesterday.
Some situations I witnessed with my own eyes.
On the first day of being forced to kneel down, I was given three meals a day and six meals of water, but there was no shortage. Occasionally, I felt anxious and went to the toilet to be released, but I was laughed at and scolded as "cheating and slipping" by the sisters who stayed away from me.
The day after the forced kneeling, food and water were still provided. There were also a lot fewer senior sisters and sisters who were willing to watch the fun and joke around. Everyone concentrated on practicing various fists and kicks, sword skills, knife skills, and spear skills. Occasionally, they would be distracted.
Looking over his shoulder, he saw the thin figure still kneeling on the martial arts field. He was happy but also had a warm look on his face.
On the third day of being punished to kneel, Yang Zhaoxi was still kneeling, but no one paid attention to her. Even the sister from the Zhaiyuan who came to deliver the meal just said a few words, threw down the meal and water, and turned around to leave. But Yue
Occasionally, Xiko ran over, blinked her huge eyes, and asked him seriously: "Brother Chong Lingzi! Does your knee hurt? Why don't you cry? Sometimes crying can relieve the pain..."
No one knows how Yang Chaoxi's naive thoughts about the world have been broken, reshaped, broken, and reshaped in the past three days. Everyone has a heart of shame, a heart of escape, and a cruel heart.
The heart of kindness, the heart of resentment, the heart of hard work, these emotions and thoughts are rushing and colliding in my mind. Some hit a dead end and linger for a long time; some penetrate through and disappear... Gradually, these violent collisions disappear.
It has become tired, and the sadness, humiliation, anger, and shame in my heart have become a chaotic mess, losing its original meaning.
The sky dimmed, and the hour of Unity was approaching. Tong Chunxi moved lightly, her skirt moved slightly, and stood in front of Yang Chaoxi. Yang Chaoxi followed the light and shadow, raised his head, his heart was still, and his face was neither happy nor sad: "Aunt Chunxi, you
coming."
Tong Chunxi's expression returned to gentleness: "Get up! Do you feel aggrieved at this moment in your heart?"
Yang Zhaoxi stood up with some difficulty and lightly beat her legs: "Aunt Chunxi, my nephew thought a lot, but he didn't feel aggrieved. At first he was quite ashamed, and gradually he wanted to run away, and then he felt angry. Later, he felt aggrieved.
But I feel that most of the things in front of me are illusions, and I should work hard."
Tong Chunxi smiled lightly and said: "Your Guanzhu and I are both from this age, how could we not guess what you are thinking. You are young and heroic, full of high spirits! A few soft words can exchange for a thousand pieces of gold and a promise;
Three bowls of thin wine will cost you your life; a hundred beautiful girls will make you angry..."
Tong Chunxi said, stroking the dead leaves from his head: "However, the journey of cultivating Taoism is long and misty, and it is not a plain plain as far as the eye can see. You will encounter beauty, satisfaction, joy, and contentment, and you will also encounter embarrassment and powerlessness.
Farewell, sadness, and all these encounters will shake the Taoist mind. For us, cultivating Taoism is like climbing over mountains and ridges. We know that the road ahead is even higher and steeper, but we still have to stick to our thoughts and walk straight towards the dangerous peaks! Therefore, cultivating Taoism along the way, spiritual root, and talent
They are all secondary. Without great perseverance and great awareness, even the 'Chosen One' will eventually give up halfway."
When Yang Zhaoxi heard "The Chosen Son", he was slightly touched in his heart, and the words of Master Chang Yuan became clear in his memory again.
He pondered for a while and then said slowly: "My nephew has also read some books in the past few years. Many ancient people had high self-esteem and acted rashly. But no matter in good times or bad, for them, there are always many things that cannot be done.
If you don’t complain and feel sad and angry if you have to write, your achievements will be limited.”
Tong Chunxi nodded: "It's rare for you to see this. But seeing clearly the wrong path is only the first step. You must not only avoid the wrong path, but also find the right path. After all, the road is ahead, so what if you can't go further?
Can you look back and look down on those who have gone astray without realizing it? Therefore, the further you go in cultivating the Tao, the purer your Tao mind becomes. That is, you can go further than your predecessors and touch the realm that they cannot touch."
Yang Zhaoxi replied seriously: "Aunt Chunxi is so kind and sincere, my nephew would like to thank you! Now that I have figured out what my nephew's future will be like, I boldly invited Aunt Chunxi to be a witness."
Tong Chunxi also looked at him kindly: "The difference between understanding and doing it is the word "Tao". And many people never understand this word in their whole life. If you can be neither sad nor happy, nor be surprised by favor or disgrace,"
Only with the Taoist mind can one determine oneself.”
The sky is mysterious and mysterious, with the crescent moon half-covering it, and clouds and mist drifting across the sky from time to time. An old man and a young man talked for a long time in the martial arts field before leaving.
And some hazy thoughts with quite big propositions that were once hidden deep in the hearts of young people finally began to transform in the almost oppressive experience of these few days.