Sword comes

Wearing a green shirt, he walked upstream along the Dadu that went into the sea all the way. He did not deliberately walk along the riverside, listening to the sound of the water and seeing the water surface. , so you need to make detours often, not too fast.

When he makes up his mind to do something, he has always been like this. He works hard and doesn't think it is hard, but the people around him can feel at ease. If he is not old, he may even be in the blessing and not know the blessing.

Probably because of his relationship with the bottom of the market, Chen Pingan has excellent patience and resilience.

On the way, Chen Ping encountered a thought-provoking landscape experience.

One time, Chen Pingan stayed overnight at an inn near the Town God's Temple in a county in Fuzhou. At midnight, there was a burst of gongs and drums that only monks and ghosts could hear. Under the guidance of officials, the ghosts and ghosts near the county town entered the city one by one, in an orderly manner. This is called the City God's Night Court Meeting twice a month, known as the City God's Night Trial. The City God will judge the merits and demerits of the ghosts and ghosts in the jurisdiction at night.

Chen Pingan quietly left the inn and came to the gate of the County Town God's Temple. The two day and night wandering gods who acted as door gods to prevent ghosts and ghosts from making noise, took a closer look, and immediately bowed to salute. They did not call them immortal masters, but Master, with a very respectful look on their faces. .

After Chen Ping returned the salute, he asked if he could attend the night trial of the City God.

Among them, the sun wandering god immediately turned around to report, and after obtaining the joint permission of the three main and auxiliary officials of the City God, Judge Wen, and Yin Yang Division, he immediately invited the foreign monk to enter.

In the lobby, after the City God sits on the big case, the civil and military judges lined up with the chief officials of the City God Temple in an orderly manner, and punished many ghosts and ghosts. , they were allowed to appeal to the neighboring Dayue Mountain Monarch and Water God Mansion Lord. At that time, the Tiger and Mansion Lords would send Yinming officials here to review the case.

Chen Pingan didn't sit on the chair that City God ordered someone to move out, but placed the chair behind a vermilion lacquered beam and sat there with his eyes closed all the time.

When a nymph cried out for injustice and refused to accept the verdict, Chen Pingan opened his eyes and listened to the rebuttal of the county town god.

It turned out that the Yinwu was a Confucian boy with no official fame. He unintentionally excavated a large number of bones outside the county town, and he took them out one by one, so that he could bury them.Yinwu felt that this was a great contribution to him, and questioned why the many masters of the City God Temple turned a blind eye and could not use this to offset their own crimes. This is a huge injustice. He must appeal to the Lord of the Water God. If the officials and officials protect each other, he will desperately lose the chance of reincarnation, and he will also sound the drum of injustice, and then appeal to the mountain king of Zhongyue in Fuyu Kingdom, asking the old tiger to uphold justice for him and punish the county town god for his dereliction of duty.

The City God scolded angrily: "The City God of the world investigates all living beings in the world. When you are alive, you will do good with your heart, but you will not be rewarded for good, and you will not be punished for evil even if you do evil unintentionally! You can go to Fujun and Tiger to beat the drums of injustice. Judgment, there is absolutely no possibility of changing the sentence!"

The pussy sat on the ground slumped.

At the end of Yin time, the cock is about to crow.

The city god's night trial came to an end.

Only then did Chen Ping get up, walked around the beams and pillars, stood under the hall, thanked the City God who had an official robe and patch only in black and white, and then took his leave.

Lord Chenghuang delivered it to the gate of Chenghuang Temple in person.

When he reached the gate, the City God hesitated for a moment, then stopped and asked, "Did the Master secretly dig a path down the mountain with a giant tree in Qujiang County for the servants who went into the deep mountains to mine imperial wood?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "It is true that this has been done. Seeing that the road is rough and the miasma is rampant, I can't bear it."

The City God sighed and said: "Two of them should have died on the way to deliver the wood, one was crushed to death by a giant tree, and the other fell to his death by falling off a cliff, so this move of the master is equivalent to saving two lives, so the master knows that this is the right thing to do. Is there more merit accumulated, or is there more karma?"

Chen Ping smiled and said, "Since the City God has spoken, it must be the latter."

The City God looked at this cultivator, and after a while, he said with a smile: "The reason why Master is Master, the little god understands."

The gods observe the world, not only the things but also the heart.

The City God sighed, "People in the world act like the accumulated water forms a river. The river water can irrigate the fields and benefit the people, but it will also accidentally flood into disasters. Maybe a burst of embankments will drown countless people. In a blink of an eye, The transformation of merit and demerit makes people unprepared. Since the master is going to the mountain to practice, he still needs to pay more attention. Of course, the little god is humble and has no vision. I also hope that the master will not be disturbed by the words of the little god, otherwise the little god What a crime."

Chen Pingan thanks again.

Chen Ping returned to the inn, lit the lamp on the table, and copied the Buddhist scriptures that were one page for meditation.

After stopping writing, put away the pen and paper and that page of scriptures.

The sky is slightly bright.

Chen Pingan blew out the lights and stood at the window.

If you study the Dao rules of the gods of mountains and rivers carefully, you will find that there are actually quite a lot of deviations from the rules established by Confucianism, and they do not absolutely conform to the good and bad in the secular sense.

Climb gradually on the mountain, becoming more and more like a person of Taoism, this is the path that must be taken.

It's like everyone grows up.

Chen Pingan is actually in a good mood.

I have traveled through so many mountains and rivers, accumulated so many objects, big and small, and my family is full.

Chen Ping'an is full of anticipation for the future Lost Mountain.

Standing alone is not spring, and the garden is full of flowers, that is the beautiful scene that Chen Ping'an hopes to see most.

Chen Pingan left the county town and continued to walk in the territory of Fuyu Kingdom.

There is no jade hairpin, no bamboo hat, just carrying a bamboo box, green shirt and bamboo stick, traveling alone.

On this day, in a temple by the water, after Chen Ping'an entered the temple to offer incense, he saw a thousand-year-old cypress in the back hall of the temple. It took seven or eight young and strong men to embrace it. A stone tablet was written by a famous writer of Fuqu country, and the local government paid a lot of money to hire a famous craftsman to inscribe it. Although it is considered a new tablet, it is full of ancient charm.After reading the inscriptions, I realized that this ancient cypress has gone through many military incidents, and it is still standing.

Chen Pingan liked the content of the inscription, so he took off the green bamboo bookcase, took out paper, pen and inkstone, and used the bamboo box as a desk to copy the inscription word by word.

There are many inscriptions on the inscription, and Chen Pingan copied it meticulously. Before he knew it, it was already night.

There is a night ban in the ancestral temple. Instead of driving people away, Miaozhu and the children of the ancestral temple brought two stools and placed them around the ancient stele. They lit lamps to help illuminate the ancient stele in the temple. But delicate, in case the wind blows the lamp out.

After seeing this scene, Chen Pingan quickly stopped writing and stood up, bowing to express his gratitude.

Lao Miao Zhu waved his hand with a smile, signaling to the guests to just copy the inscriptions, and said that the temple has houses for pilgrims to stay overnight.

The old man gave instructions to the little boy, and the latter squatted aside to doze off with the key in hand.

The little boy was really bored, so he watched the inscription copied from behind the man.He used to visit other temples. Compared with his own temple, it is much more beautiful. There are more inscriptions on the wall by scholars, which makes each one more elegant than the other. In particular, a famous writer wrote a wall of cursive script while drinking while holding a cup. It really makes people feel swaying. Although it is a cursive script on the wall, it is praised by the literary circles of Fuzhou as an old picture of rain.

The handwriting of the young Confucian scholar in green shirt in front of him is not very good, it is very ordinary.

After Chen Pingan finished copying the inscription, he packed up the bamboo box, carried it again, and went to the guesthouse to check in. As for how to express his gratitude, after much deliberation, he could only donate some more sesame oil money when he left tomorrow.

The little boy kept yawning, and felt like sleepy bugs crawled into his ears, but he wouldn’t complain that the guest was too slow. There are many stone carvings and wall inscriptions in the temple, so there are often scholars here to copy books. Xiaotong is not very old. , but experienced, Grandpa Miaozhu has a strange temper, and has always respected and preferentially treated scholars. I heard from a few brothers in the temple that in the life of Grandpa Miaozhu, I don’t know how many scholars who came to Beijing to catch exams or visit the mountains and rivers. It’s a pity that the temple Feng Shui is mediocre, so many years have passed, and there is not a single scholar who has been named on the gold list and has become a high-ranking official in the Fuyu Kingdom. In other temples, there have not been one or two scholar masters who became famous for the temple after their official careers went well.

Chen Ping walked into the corridor, stopped and looked back.

Thousand-year-old cypress leaves whirling.

Chen Pingan smiled and murmured: "The breeze and the bright moon move the branches, which is suspected to be the sword light of the sword fairy."

The little boy was stunned for a moment, "What a good poem. Where did you read it, Young Master?"

Chen Ping smiled and said, "I forgot the source."

The little boy regretted and said: "It would be fine if the young master had his own feelings. I will ask Grandpa Miaozhu to find good handwriting, grab a knife and write it on the wall, so as to add some incense to our temple."

Chen Pingan looked at the ancient cypress and shook his head.

The little boy thought that the young man who was studying abroad meant that he didn't write the poem because of his feelings, so he said softly: "Young master, let's go, I will take you to the guest house and rest early. The guest house is not big, but Don't worry about cleanliness, I take care of it all, and I guarantee that there won't be any ants."

Speaking of this, the little boy said softly: "If you bump into him by accident, don't you have to complain to Grandpa Miao Zhu."

Chen Ping nodded with a smile, hummed, and followed the boy to the inn.

On the other side of the ancient cypress, the branches and leaves are whirling.

That Gu Mu Jingmei, who was about to transform into a human form, was so aggrieved that she almost shed tears, she wished she could hold down the elm head of the temple boy and knock him awake with a chestnut.

You idiot boy, why are you so clueless, do you know how much a blessing the temple has missed?

If you ask the sword fairy to inscribe that poem on the wall of the temple, maybe it can reach the sky in one step!As for the incense and feng shui in temples, the natural tide has risen countless times.

Can the ten princes and princes who are in the temple of Fuyu country compare with this person's essays and ink treasures?

It's just that the fairy shook his head at it just now, so it didn't dare to speak out, lest it would annoy the passing fairy, which would be unsightly.

In the middle of the night, Chen Ping'an was still practicing the six-step walking pile, and at the same time cooperated with the sword furnace pile and the Qianqiu sleep pile.

Between half-asleep and half-awake, fist intent flowed through his whole body.

In the small world of the human body, there is another kind of practice.

Self-cultivation and mind-cultivation are both correct.

Chen Ping's heart moved slightly, but he didn't open his eyes, and continued to immerse himself in it, and continued to walk.

On this day, the old man in Miaozhu saw a man in Tsing Yi in his dream, carrying an ancient cypress branch on his back, like a ranger holding a sword. For the next calligraphic painting, no matter what, I must implore the passer-by immortal master who stayed overnight in the temple, and continue on the road after finishing this matter.The words were so earnest that the man in Tsing Yi was almost in tears.

After the old man Miaozhu woke up suddenly, he sighed, as if he was not willing to force others to make things difficult for him. There are many stories about the efficacious deeds of sheltering the temple from word of mouth, so the old man still put on his boots and clothes, and left the house in the night, but went to the guest house and lingered for a long time, the old man still did not knock on the door, and turned to the ancient cypress. He said softly: "Bai Xian, I'm sorry. I didn't follow my words to ask for help. Immortals act, and it's hard to speculate. Since the other party is unwilling to take the initiative to keep calligraphy, it must be that the merits and virtues of the temple are not enough, and the blessings are not full. "

Gu Bai was silent, only sighed, and did not force Miao Zhu to change his mind.

It wasn't until this moment that Chen Pingan stopped punching and smiled knowingly.

Chen Ping'an has always believed that whether a place's geomantic omen is right or not, the roots still lie in the human beings, not in the spirits. We have to talk about the sequence. The so-called green hills are left without worrying about firewood.

The so-called green hills are still in the hearts of the people.

Therefore, wearing a green shirt fluttering in the temple like the wind, he came to Miaozhu in an instant, smiled and said: "It's a little effort."

Gubai Jingmei, who has practiced for thousands of years and has not yet obtained a complete human form, appeared in the appearance of a man in Tsing Yi, but his body was still ethereal. He knelt down and kowtowed, "Thank you for your kindness."

The old man Miao Zhu was also a little apprehensive, so he bent down to thank him.

But Chen Pingan calmly accepted the worship of the ancient wood spirit.

But the old man bowed and thanked him, but Chen Pingan stopped him with his hand.

This is not because Mu Mei is not human, so she is inferior to others.

But on the Great Dao, what the bounty of heaven and earth, the grass, trees and monsters thank is actually the hard-won Dao opportunity.

After watching the City God's night trial earlier, Chen Pingan understood one thing thoroughly, as if seeing the bright moon through the clouds and mists.

Practitioners want to have a clear mind, but also need to clear the source.

Chen Ping asked the old man Miao Zhu and Gu Bai Jingmei to wait for a while, went to the guesthouse, took out a piece of golden talisman paper, sat upright, held his breath for a moment, and then wrote the poem on it stroke by stroke. The good bamboo box returned to the ancient cypress in the back hall, handed it to the man in green clothes, and said seriously: "You can bury this talisman in the place where the roots of the tree and the roots of the mountain are involved, and then slowly refine it. On the avenue, fortune and disaster are uncertain. It’s all in the original mind. In the future, practice, so that you can do it for yourself, and the good and the good will be born together.”

The man in Tsing Yi held the golden talisman in both hands, thanked him again, wept with gratitude, and broke down in tears.

Chen Pingan no longer stayed in the ancestral temple, bid farewell and left, the moon was thin, and the bright moon was on the shoulder and in the bamboo box.

Looking back, the old man Miao Zhu and Tsing Yi Mu Mei were still watching him leave. Chen Pingan waved his hand and continued to travel far away.

Well, save a sum of sesame oil money.

Not a loss.

Chen Ping smiled and continued on his way. In the dead of night, he walked slowly with six steps.

Day and night, no taboos.

The world is like this, and chances have their own definite numbers.

Meeting Chen Pingan in the temple here may have become a so-called blessing.

But even if the feng shui in other temples is very different from this, it may be just the right chance to meet other cultivators with other temperaments and eye-catching eyes. When you meet Chen Pingan, you will just pass by.

On the avenue, there are tens of millions of roads, all of which climb high.

That's why like-minded people are so rare and hard to meet.

Afterwards, Chen Pingan stopped by the Dadu River at the border of Zhongyue in the Fuqu Kingdom, and went fishing next to an old man. Followed many maidservants and boys, a long row of blue fishing rods, as for the bait, there are countless prepared, one big basin after another, it is estimated that there will be a lot of water, no matter how big the fish is, it will be enough to feed.The fisherman saw that the young man in green shirt must be a pure martial artist of the fourth or fifth level, and also a person who likes fishing, so he ordered a maid to bring a large basin of bait.The maid said with a smile that the son is not polite, and that her master is always generous to the fishing friends who meet by chance, and also said that it is difficult to catch big fish if you don't make a big nest.When the maid put down the big basin and talked about these things with Chen Pingan, Chen Pingan nodded her head vigorously, saying that this is the reason, the old man must be an expert in fishing.At the beginning, Chen Pingan still felt a little bit uneasy about his conscience. After taking such a big pot of fairy bait, he loudly asked the old fairy master for his Taoist name.

The old man laughed loudly and said, "My friends on the mountain like to call this old man the Real Man Reclaiming the Sea!"

Chen Ping silently glanced at the big basin, thinking whether he was in the rivers and lakes or in the mountains, only his parents chose the wrong name, and there was absolutely no wrong nickname.

The old man kept catching fish, but he failed to catch a kind of strange fish in his mind.

At dusk, a huge building boat passed by the bank of Dadu. Armored men stood awe-inspiringly on the building boat. The building boat broke through the water and went retrograde.

The old man began to yell, full of anger.

A burly military general in manna armor came out of Lou Chuan, holding an iron gun, with a domineering aura, staring at the old fishing man on the shore.

A maid cautiously reminded: "My lord, it seems to be the general of the Fuyu Kingdom, wearing a pair of very rare god-man Chenglu armor."

"It's Gaoling, the general of the Fugu Kingdom!"

The old man took a closer look, stomped his feet, and said angrily: "Damn it, I stepped on a piece of shit as hard as iron. I heard that this guy has a bad temper. Let's put away the pole and retreat!"

On the other side of the building boat, there was an extra woman next to the general who protected the country of Fuyu. Gao Ling lowered his head and whispered to him. ready to go.

Chen Pingan slowly retracted the pole.

On the tall ship, the conversation between the burly military general and a woman was clear to the ear.

A rich woman in brocade and silk, I heard that the old fisherman is a wild cultivator from the mountains of another country, with the Taoist name Filling the Sea Daoist, undisciplined by nature, an old monk in the Longmen Realm who has no realm but little combat power.She asked the general Gao Ling to learn the lesson, no need to kill him, just teach him a lesson, for example beat him half to death, and then find a chance to see if he can be accepted as a guest of her family.

The general hesitated for a moment, saying that this person might not be willing, and had already rejected several invitations from the emperor of Qingyu Kingdom to serve as an enshrinement.

The woman said oh.

The military commander will understand.

Fuqu country itself is not very powerful, but its backer is surprisingly strong, and the woman beside her who is both wealthy and immortal is one of the pulls between Fuqu country and that backer.

Although Gao Ling looked like he was only [-] years old, he was actually in his sixtieth year. Among the military generals of the Fuyu Kingdom, his official position was not considered the highest, from the third rank, but his fists must be the hardest.

One punch today, maybe you can change from a third-rank to a real third-rank.

So Gao Ling laughed loudly: "I don't think you should run away, why don't you come to the boat and have a glass of wine before talking!"

The armored general's toes were a little heavy, the building tilted suddenly, and a large piece of iron armor clanked. Those soldiers hurriedly stretched out their hands and firmly grasped the railing without caring about their appearance.

Gao Ling landed on the surface of the Dadu water, treading water towards the shore.

One shot delivered.

The Taoist cultivator in the Sea Viewing Realm is not a genealogy immortal master, but a mountain wilderness cultivator. If he has a sense of taste, he should be subdued. It is better if he does not have a sense of taste.

It's just that before Gao Ling landed, his vision blurred, and then his chest felt numb.

The figure retreated all the way back to the boat.

It turned out that he was wearing a green shirt and appeared like a ghost, and he came to Gao Ling in an instant, and patted his nectar armor with one hand.

On top of that, when Gao Ling came, he was as fast as a thunderbolt, and when he was going, he was moving like lightning, with a whistling wind in his ears.

The man clapped his hands lightly, Gao Ling's body floated up and landed on the bow of the ferry, he staggered to get a firm foothold.

After the green shirt was patted lightly with a palm, it took advantage of the momentum to fly backwards for a few feet, one of its sleeves was turned upside down, its body twisted rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it returned to the shore and stood still.

Gao Ling's face was gloomy, hesitating whether to beat his swollen face to make himself fat, and he won't even think about winning this fight.Otherwise, it would make her feel ashamed, because Gao Ling was not doing well, and that would be the most embarrassing situation, where both sides would not please each other.

The eyes of the woman beside him were bright, and she smiled and said: "It's okay, don't worry about it, let alone pursue it. Master once said that the mountain should not be underestimated. Among the mountains and rivers, there are often high-ranking people. It is not in vain to waste my time in Luying Country Long Toudu got off the boat, deliberately took this long waterway, and finally caught a glimpse of the so-called outsider for me, and once he saw it, he made a profit."

Gao Ling breathed a sigh of relief.

ashore.

The man cupped his fists, as if apologizing to Lou Chuan.

Gao Ling was stunned for a moment, then smiled back and clasped his fists.

The woman became more and more radiant, and said to herself: "Good guy, it's really interesting. Gao Ling, I will credit you for it!"

The boat left slowly.

The old monk at Longmen Realm was just about to make some friends, but suddenly the blue-clothed man disappeared.

What?

The old monk rubbed his chin, then gave orders and began to move the location, and ordered the servant boy to move all the big pots to another location. It was the place where the green-clothed fairy was fishing, and it must be a geomantic treasure.

As soon as he sat down, he immediately felt refreshed, and it was indeed the place where the immortal caught his eye, and it was clear that the wind blowing across the river must be somewhat sweet.

far away.

Chen Pingan continued to travel far away.

Take a slight detour and walk on a plain with a wide view.

Chen Pingan suddenly stopped in his tracks, put away the bamboo box and put it among the things close at hand.

But after a while, he frowned and thought deeply again. Could it be an illusion?

Chen Ping walked forward slowly.

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Sasao Mountain Villa is the sacred place in the hearts of the Jianghu people of Wuling Kingdom.

There are various rumors in the martial arts world about this Zhuangzi.

It is said that the reason why the old man Wang Dun never married in his whole life was that he traveled to the north when he was young, was hurt by love, and fell in love with the woman who later became the Queen Mother of Jingnan Kingdom. Together, senior Wang Dun was also an infatuated kind, so he devoted himself to martial arts, which became a misfortune for Wang Dun alone, but a great fortune for the entire Wuling Kingdom.

It is also said that Zhuangzi's self-brewed thin plum wine is actually a recipe left by immortals for making wine. After a warrior drinks a jar, his skills can increase for several years.That's why the disciples taught by senior Wang Dun are outstanding one by one, because they are all soaked in the wine tank of thin plum wine.

There are also rumors that there is a heavily guarded and forbidden area in Sasao Villa, where there are martial arts cheats written by Wang Dun himself. Anyone who gets one can become a first-rate master in the world and get the sword manual , it can be compared to Fu Loutai's swordsmanship, and if you get the sword manual, you can not lose to Wang Jingshan's swordsmanship.

These, of course, are all false, making outsiders spit and spitting, but making people laugh and cry.

One of Wang Dun's direct disciples, Lu Zhuo felt very helpless about this, but the master never seemed to care about these things.

Lu Zhuo is the one with the worst aptitude among his fellow teachers. He is very slow in learning everything. Swordsmanship, saber technique, and boxing technique are not only slow, but the bottleneck is as big as a mountain peak, and there is no hope of breaking through it. Even if the master often comforts him , but in fact the master did the same thing, and in the end Lu Zhuo resigned to his fate. Now the old housekeeper is getting old, the senior sister is married away, and the talented senior brother Wang Jingshan has to provoke the general affairs of the villa these years, which really delays his practice In fact, Lu Zhuo is more impatient than Wang Jingshan. He always feels that Wang Jingshan should go to the rivers and lakes and sharpen his sword, so Lu Zhuo began to touch the villa's numerous mundane affairs intentionally or unintentionally. He planned to help the old steward and senior brother Wang in the future. Carrying two burdens on one shoulder.

Get up at Maoshi, walk the stakes, or practice swords or knives until Chenshi, after breakfast, start to go to the old housekeeper's side, look at the accounts and settle accounts, sweep the correspondence of the villa, the operating status of many industries, and the many disciples and disciples in the house. I need to consult the old housekeeper one by one for the expenses, and at about Si time, I will finish my schoolwork like a child in a school, and watch the younger brother practice swords for a while, or the younger sister's sword practice. Be quiet.

There are many disciples and family members of handymen in the villa, so the villa opened a family school.

Those masters from the early school were very knowledgeable, but they couldn't keep them.

They all come here and stay here for a year or so before resigning and leaving. Some resigned and retired because they were really old; The master simply hired a candidate who was hopeless in the imperial examination, and did not change his husband.When Juren has something to ask for leave from the villa, Lu Zhuo will be the teacher of the school.

In the afternoon, Lu Zhuo will also teach a group of fellow disciples the sword and boxing skills. After all, the brothers who are of the same generation as Lu Zhuo also need to practice on their own, so Lu Zhuo will be the best person to order, but Lu Zhuo has nothing to do with it. But I feel very happy that I can help a little bit.

Lu Zhuo's day today is so trivial and piecemeal, it seems that in a few blinks of an eye, it will change from dawn as white as a fish belly to twilight when the sun is sinking and the birds are returning to their nests. In the haze, Lu Zhuo had the opportunity to do some things of his own, such as reading some miscellaneous books, or flipping through the Shanshui Mansion Newspaper bought by his master to learn about some strange people and strange things about the gods on the mountain. After reading it, he has no longing for it. It's nothing more than keeping a respectful distance.

Lu Zhuo held a lantern this day and patrolled the villa at night, just as usual. Although there are many rumors in the world, in fact, there has never been anyone who would break into the villa without following the rules.

On the other side of the mountain, the junior brother is still practicing sword diligently.

Lu Zhuo didn't disturb him, just walked away silently, walking quietly along the way, he was an entry-level boxer who had been around for many years, senior sister Fu Loutai and senior brother Wang Jingshan liked to make fun of him.

Because that boxing post was not taught by Wang Dun personally at the Sansao Villa, but a crude boxing book that he got by chance when he was young.Master Wang Dun didn't mind Lu Zhuo practicing this boxing, because Wang Dun looked through the boxing manual and felt that practicing it was harmless, but it was meaningless. Anyway, Lu Zhuo liked it, so Lu Zhuo practiced boxing according to the spectrum. Facts have proved that Wang Dun and Brothers and sisters, that's right.However, Lu Zhuo himself didn't think it was a waste of effort.

On the way down the mountain, I saw the hunched old butler standing at the bottom of the steps, as if waiting for me.

Lu Zhuo walked down the mountain quickly.

The old butler looked thin and thin, and wore a green shirt and a long coat. However, the old man often coughed, as if he had suffered from the root cause of the disease many years ago, and he never recovered.

One of the old man's legs was slightly limping, but it was not obvious.

The old man's surname is Wu, and his given name is Fengjia, which is a relatively uncommon name.Except for Lu Zhuo's same family, the younger generation of young people and children no longer know the old man's name. From Wang Dun's big disciple Fu Loutai to Lu Zhuo and his junior brother, they all like to call the old man Grandpa Wu.When Lu Zhuo entered Zhuangzi on the first day when he was young, the old housekeeper was already working as an errand in sweeping the villa. It is said that no matter how old Zhuangzi is, the old housekeeper has been in the villa for as many years.

Lu Zhuo said softly, "Grandpa Wu, it's windy and cool at night, I'll just do the night patrol at the villa."

The old man waved his hand, continued to watch the night with Lu Zhuo, and said with a smile: "Lu Zhuo, let me tell you two things, you may be more...disappointed, um, you will be disappointed."

Lu Zhuo felt a little strange, it seemed that the old manager tonight was a bit different.In the past, the old man gave people the feeling that he was old and late, like the dying year, and his life was not long.This actually made Lu Zhuo very worried.Lu Zhuo may have no hope of reaching the top of martial arts, so he will think about more things other than martial arts, such as the situation of the old man in the villa, whether the children will have the opportunity to participate in the imperial examination, and whether the flavor of the year in the villa will be stronger this year .

The old man said slowly: "Lu Zhuo, you actually have the aptitude for cultivation, and if you were lucky enough to meet a preacher in your early years, your future will not be small. It's a pity that you met your master Wang Dun, and turned to learn martial arts. gone."

Lu Zhuo smiled, and just as he was about to speak, the old man waved his hand and interrupted Lu Zhuo's words, "It doesn't matter what you say, it's because you, Lu Zhuo, have never seen the demeanor of the gods on the mountain with your own eyes. Low, he and you are just friends you met by chance in the world, and Qi Jinglong is a little freak who is not a scholar but is better than a scholar, so you don't really know about practicing Taoism on the mountain."

Lu Zhuo was speechless.

The old man continued: "Then your talent in martial arts, Lu Zhuo, is really mediocre, very mediocre. So those bottlenecks in your martial arts are real barriers that you can't pass now, and maybe you won't be able to pass for the rest of your life."

Lu Zhuo sighed, a little sad, "Grandpa Wu, I know this best in my heart."

The old man was also a little sad for no reason, "There are so many children in the villa, I am actually the most optimistic about your character, so I let you get that boxing book by accident. But many things in the world are so helpless, not because you Lu Zhuo is a good person, You can live a smooth life. When you are young, you can’t compare with your senior sisters and senior brothers. When you become an adult, you can only watch your senior brothers and sisters go away together. You still can't compare. So whether you are disappointed or not, I am very disappointed, not in people's hearts, but in world affairs."

Lu Zhuo was a little shocked.

The old man turned his head and glanced at Lu Zhuo, "Lu Zhuo, I want to ask you one last question. Do you mind doing nothing for the rest of your life, being a manager of a mountain villa, and year after year, the scenery everywhere has nothing to do with you?"

Lu Zhuo thought about it carefully, and said with a smile, "It really doesn't matter, I'll just be a butler of the villa."

The old man nodded, "Very good. Don't underestimate yourself. With someone like you around, doing small things, there will be greater hope in the world, and there will be a lot of feats. So, my previous That bit of disappointment is not worth mentioning, each Lu Zhuo is the hope of this world. Qiu Fengjia seems shameless to say this kind of big talk, a bad old man who sweeps the villa, right?"

Lu Zhuo smiled, he didn't want to say anything against his will, nor did he want to hurt the old man's heart, so he had to compromise and said, "It's okay."

The old man laughed heartily. At this moment, there is no sign of decay and old sickness.

The eagle stands like a sleeper, and the tiger walks like a disease, which is exactly the way he grabs and devours people.

"Since you have passed my xinxing test, it's time for you to change your path and climb higher instead of wasting your spirit in trivial matters!"

The old man said: "I am leaving the villa tonight. I have been hiding in hiding for many years, and I should end it. I left two letters at the accountant's office, a heavy weapon on the mountain, and a secret book from the fairy family. A letter from you Give it to Wang Dun, just say you disciple, he has been delayed for many years, and you should let go. You take a letter with you, go to Qi Jinglong, and go to practice in the future, and become a fairy on that mountain! One is willing to be the housekeeper of that mountain villa with peace of mind A lifetime of Lu Zhuo can make the world hopeful, so a Lu Zhuo who climbs mountains, cultivates Taoism and practice swords is naturally more beneficial to the world."

Lu Zhuo looked astonished.

The old man grabbed Lu Zhuo's head with one hand, and punched Lu Zhuo in the chest, causing Lu Zhuo to be seriously injured on the spot. His spirit was agitated, but he was speechless and in great pain.

"Everything else is fine, but it's this twitchy temper that I don't like the most. If you, Lu Zhuo, don't fight for a place on the top of the mountain, are you going to give way to those Qi practitioners who are worse than bastards?!"

The old man stared at Lu Zhuo, who was about to pass out, and said in a deep voice, "But if you want to embark on the journey of cultivation, you have to break the Longevity Bridge first! Remember, grit your teeth and make it through, and everything will come to pass." Hope. If I can’t make it through, I can be a butler of the villa with peace of mind.”

When the old man let go of his hand, Lu Zhuo fell to the ground, and the lantern in his hand fell to the ground.

Lu Zhuo vomited blood.

The old man knelt down and said with a smile: "Of course I'm not called Wu Fengjia. It's just the name of a dead knight who walked in the rivers and lakes when he was young. He died in order to save a roadside beggar who was run over by a wheel. On the spot. The little cripple, who has been practicing boxing all his life, just wanted to prove one thing to the savior. A martial artist from all over the world risked his life to save an orphan covered in festering pus. It's worth it!"

Lu Zhuo only felt that the pure martial energy was gradually dissipating, and the pain was unbearable. He still gritted his teeth, trying to listen carefully to every word of the old man.

The old man smiled and said: "I realized that a set of poor boxing techniques is just mediocre in the eyes of ordinary people, not a genius. Looking back now, the boxing techniques and punches in the boxing records are really rare and ordinary, so it's time to concentrate on practicing boxing. , until I was in my 40s, I was able to openly declare that I would take revenge on the fairy mansion of the leader of the country with the power of one person. Everyone laughed at me, and I was overwhelmed! Very good, my boxing skills It is a pity that you, Lu Zhuo, have been practicing boxing for many years, but you still can't get started, and you can't get up to the body. It doesn't matter, there are so many roads in the world, you just need to be a good person, aren't you my direct disciple? , it doesn't matter much."

In the end, the old man bent his fingers together and tapped Lu Zhuo's forehead lightly, making him fall asleep. After all, Lu Zhuo didn't need to continue his martial arts to climb the heights. It's meaningless whether to eat or not to suffer from this little physical pain. Not stopping is the key to going up the mountain to practice Taoism in the future.

The old man in the green shirt and long coat stood up and muttered to himself, "My real name is Gu Mingyou."

The old man said with a smile: "Before being born and dying with the surnamed Ji of Yuanti Mountain, it seems that I should go to meet that young man for a while. If he dies, he should treat it as returning my Mountain Shaking Boxing Manual. If he is not dead... Hehe, it seems difficult."

The old man thought for a moment, then sneered and said, "I don't bully anyone. Since you are a pure martial artist fighting for the strongest sixth-level fighter, then I will suppress the level, and just... the ninth-level martial artist can punch."

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on the plain.

Chen Ping felt more and more wrong.

A huge sense of crisis enveloped the world.

There is no escape, there is no escape.

This is the second time I have traveled to Beiju Luzhou.

For the first time, at the foot of Zhengrong Peak, he encountered Ji Yue, the Sword Immortal of Yuantiao Mountain.

Chen Pingan didn't panic at all, instead he felt calm for a moment.

Beyond the limit of Chen Ping's eyesight, there was an old man wearing a green shirt and long gown, standing where he was, with his eyes closed for a long time.

When he opened his eyes, he took a step forward.

quietly.

But in the blink of an eye, spring thunder exploded on the ground like a flat ground.

above the line.

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes.

The double-sleeved talisman, the robe of golden wine, and the two flying swords, even if it is a sword fairy, at this moment, are purely external objects of a martial artist, and they are destined to be useless.

Chen Pingan trusted his intuition.

The opponent is at least a martial artist in the mountaintop realm!

The condensed and strong boxing intent is unimaginable.

Chen Pingan began to run straight forward.

Every time you retreat or dodge, your own fist will be reduced by one point, and the chance of survival will be reduced by one point.

As soon as the fist intention is reduced, it is an admission of defeat.

Walking in the rivers and lakes, admitting defeat often means death.

One punch swap.

Chen Pingan immediately flew upside down for dozens of feet, and landed suddenly, still unable to stop the backward movement, and the boots on his feet directly polished all the soles.

Almost falling apart.

This is the first time Chen Ping'an used the drum-beating posture of a god-man, but he broke it with his fist!

The man remained motionless, strolling in the courtyard, as if letting Chen Pingan take a breath of pure qi, followed him in a fluttering manner, and punched him again.

In fact, Chen Pingan, whose vision was already blurred, was punched in the head again.

Fly out.

There is no fighting back.

That green shirt and long gown had leaped into the air and landed with a punch.

This punch hit Chen Ping'an in the heart.

On the ground, a large pit appeared.

Chen Ping'an was covered in blood and fell to the ground.

Flesh and blood meridians, limbs and skeletons, Qifu orifice points.

are on the brink of collapse.

The old man, who was at least a martial artist at the top of the mountain, just stood on the edge of the top of the big pit, with his hands behind his back, didn't say a word, stopped punching, and just looked down at the bloody man in the pit.

I saw the young man who had completely lost consciousness first moved a finger of his left hand slightly, then tried to put his elbow on the ground and struggled to get up.

The old man in Tsing Yi just looked indifferent, watching the various subconscious struggles of the young warrior.

The young man spent half an incense stick of time from raising his elbows, raising his back above the ground, falling to the ground again and again, to being able to support the ground with his hands, and then standing up staggeringly.

The old man sneered and said, "I'm standing here, as long as you can come up and punch me, you can live."

The young man, who was actually unconscious and only had a bit of natal aura left, bowed his head, his arms were shaking, and staggered forward.

The [-]-odd steps out of the slope of Dakeng is like a child carrying a huge basket, exposed to the scorching sun, climbing a mountain to collect herbs.

Ascending step by step, the blood-stained young man just raised an arm.

The old man said indifferently: "Sorry, you still have to die."

Raising one hand and swinging his fist away, the old man in green shirt, long coat and cloth shoes knocked the young man back to the bottom of the pit with his fist.

The old man walked down the big pit step by step, and said with a sneer: "The older you are, the higher your realm, the more you are afraid of death? No wonder after the short-lived flash in the pan of the strongest three realms, none of the four realms and five realms can compete for the word strongest! Since In this way, I think you still count when you die, that bit of martial arts is not good for anyone, but for someone like you, the old man feels that the boxing book is dirty."

The half-dead man was silent.

The old man frowned, then lowered his head, seeing the man move his fingers slightly again.

The old man smiled.

very good!

It can be said to be dead, but the fist is still alive.

It's a trifle.

It's the most implausible meaning in the world!

The old man laughed out loud.