Colleagues of Zhang Liang [comprehensive] Mu Liangqing

Every day before morning exercise, Cang Lingzi would lecture.

Holding a thin whip one foot long in his hand, he paced slowly in front of the crowd, and if anyone was not satisfied with the answer, the whip would be able to kill.

That day, before the morning dew cleared, Cang Lingzi was teaching everyone "the great righteousness of a chivalrous man".

"A chivalrous man, with a long sword as his companion, and the whole world as his home. □ in the world, rewards his ambitions in the world. A person with high martial arts can be called a capable one. We must be grateful, help the poor and the weak, punish evil and promote good.”

This is the foundation and ultimate goal of martial arts.Master Cang Lingzi came from the vertical and horizontal sect, and he has mastered this method by heart.Even though he retired from the world now, he still kept it in his heart and passed it on to his disciples.

Take the sword, not to kill, but to stop the killing.

Therefore, when Zhang Liang said that learning swords was to protect a person, he agreed to accept him as a disciple.

However, Ximen Yan hit the muzzle of the gun.Cang Lingzi asked him why he held the sword, but he didn't move his eyes or face, and he only answered two words:

"revenge."

All the disciples were terrified, they lowered their heads and did not dare to make a sound.

In fact, Ximen Yan is not the only one who has hatred in his body, several of them also practice martial arts for the sake of national hatred and family hatred.It's just that whenever Cang Lingzi asked, they all knew how to change the way to avoid it.

However, Ximen Yan has only one tendon, he can say what he thinks in his heart, and he won't hide it at all.

This scene reminded Zhang Liang of being in the prime minister's mansion before, and it was the same with Zhang Kaidi. Every time he asked a question, Zhang Zhi would always bear the brunt of the wrong answer.

It's just that Zhang Zhi lacks comprehension and is stupid.But Ximen Yan was probably different. Even Zhang Liang, who had only been with him for a month, could feel the terrifying hostility in his body.

Cang Lingzi frowned into a "chuan" between his brows, stared at Ximen Yan's eyes, and advised: "When will it be over? You have avenged yourself and planted the root of evil. How will you deal with it when the son of the enemy comes to the door in the future?" ? Could it be that your descendants will always bear hatred for you?"

Ximen Yan's eyes were full of killing intent, like an enraged wolf, he said fiercely: "Then cut the weeds and root them out!"

Without the "son of the enemy", the younger generation will not be implicated.

"Ridiculous!" Cang Lingzi scolded angrily.

Ximen Yan's words obviously angered him, a wound was drawn on his back and a hole was torn on his clothes when he whipped him down.

Ximen Yan didn't say a word, just bit his cheek tightly.

When Cang Lingzi saw that he didn't leave school, his anger grew.Against a stubborn ass like Ximen Yan, whipping is useless.So Cang Lingzi asked someone to hang him up and hang him under a maple tree.At that height, Ximen Yan's toes were only an inch above the ground.Even though it was right in front of my eyes, I couldn't reach it anyway. Over time, my arms ached unbearably, and my heart gradually failed. This was more uncomfortable than whipping ten times.

"When you see your enemies in the future, remember for me how much you longed to stand on the ground today, but you were still an inch short. Tolerance is the hardest thing!"

Patience is not as easy as it sounds.In this world, there are too many things you can’t ask for. If you want to temper a desire-free heart, you have to be familiar with the pain that is only a step in the door but can’t get through.Only by surviving in the wind and waves can we truly experience landing.

This point, Ximen Yan can never figure it out.

It was just June, and the weather was hot, with the scorching sun scorching every inch of the land.All the weight of the body rested on the high-hanging arms, and the place bound by the rope had already lost consciousness.After a whole morning, sweat has soaked the clothes inside and out.

The maple tree was close to the dining hall, and during lunch, the dozen or so disciples who had survived the catastrophe all quietly and obediently ate their meals, not daring to say a word.Holding the fragrant rice, Zhang Liang looked out of the window and at the bowl, his throat felt like a thorn was stuck, and he couldn't swallow a mouthful.

"Zifang, don't look at it, eat it quickly." Guan Qing poked his arm with his elbow and whispered.

Zhang Liang withdrew his eyes, paused for a while, and took a bite of the rice.Wrap it in your mouth and chew dully.

Seeing that he didn't swallow, Guan Qing looked out of the window again, and sighed, "Don't think about it, this kind of thing is very common, just get used to it. It's better for Xiaoyan to suffer a little with Master than to go to the rivers and lakes later. .”

Zhang Liang forced a smile, his heart was full of thoughts.

The training in the afternoon was mountain running. More than a dozen people ran five laps around the path on the mountain. Everyone counted the distance by themselves, and they couldn't miss a step.

Ximen Yan half-raised his eyelids, watching the person in front of him pass by again and again indifferently, his expression has not changed, it is still full of hatred and unwilling to tolerate.

Zhang Liang had already been left behind for a full circle, and he would be very anxious on weekdays, racking his brains to catch up.But today he was very happy, he looked forward and back, but he didn't see anyone, so he hurriedly took a stone from the haystack and put it under Ximen Yan's feet.

Simon hates being stubborn, and has always been unwilling to accept other people's kindness.The stone was placed under his feet, but he didn't step on it, but moved to the side.

Zhang Liang looked up at him suspiciously, and then took the trouble to move the stone after him.

You moved, everyone moved, after a dozen back and forth, Ximen Yan finally lost his strength.Zhang Liang wiped off the sweat from his forehead, let out a long breath, flowers bloomed on his lips.

The breeze blew by, messing up his hair, and the wooden hairpin slid to the ground all at once.He put away the hosta that Han Fei gave him, and practiced martial arts all day, he was afraid of breaking it.Zhang Liang picked up the wooden hairpin, tied it on his head in twos and outs, then found a piece of strong grass, and tightened the loose hair balls.

Ximen Yan's forefoot stepped on the stone, borrowed some strength, and instantly felt a lot easier.If it falls on ordinary people, they will definitely be grateful, at least say "thank you".But he only raised his eyelids and glanced at Zhang Liang, without saying a word.It's just that when Zhang Liangwan sent out, his eyes paused on the fingers entwined with three thousand black silk.

Zhang Liang knew that he likes to be quiet, so he didn't say much.He turned around and tightened his belt, before a group of people wrapped him up for the second time, and ran after him.

Also wearing a black robe, Ximen Yan's body is full of hostility, Zhang Liang is wearing it, but it is like dusty white jade.Human nature is probably like this, no matter how thick the clothes are, it cannot cover it up.On weekdays, everyone looked at him and retreated away. Occasionally, Guan Qing would come up to say hello, but it was just a few polite words.This kid lived with him, looked silent, unexpectedly he was actually doing practical things.

Ximen is disgusted with the person who runs away, and thinks that he...is mentally ill.

No one expected that that unremarkable red maple tree would become the bondage of Ximen Yan's life.

Many years later, a virtuous woman asked him: "Zhang Zifang is just a Confucian scholar. Why do you care so much about him? Without him, the sky will not collapse, the sea will not dry up, and the beautiful scenery of the country will not change."

He just held the sword coldly, "It will change."

Without Zhang Liang, everything in the world is nothing but dust in his eyes.

..........Sick dividing line............

In the early morning, as soon as the tits in the bird's nest woke up, a few crisp chirps came from the forest.

On the sword training platform, Zhang Liang is doing morning exercises with his disciples.Every time Cang Lingzi recited a move on the top, the bottom would swing the long sword in unison.At the end of each move, Cang Lingzi would pause for a while to see everyone's movements, and if there was any irregularity, he would whip it down.

"Three mountains return palm."

The disciples leaped forward, kicked into the air, put their swords on their backs, then turned around and raised their palms, "Drink!"

"The fish sinks the boat."

All the disciples fought backwards, then swung their bodies and swept them across their legs, "Drink!"

"A flat ring enclosing the moon."

The disciples took two small steps to the right, spun sideways, retracted their legs and drew out their swords at the same time, "Drink!"

Cang Lingzi didn't read on. The last move, "Planning the ring around the moon" is a Protestant move. Many people's movements are not standardized, and they have minor problems of one kind or another.The slow footsteps stopped in the first row of the smaller ones, intending to correct them one by one.

"Hands are not straight."

Snapped!

"Ouch!" The whip fell to the man's back.

Cang Lingzi walked in front of the next one, "The foot is not steady, the sword is not level."

"Crack! Crack!"

Every mistake is a whip.But the whip is not thick, Cang Lingzi also controlled the strength, the pain was all skin trauma, just apply Jiange's medicine and it disappeared within two days.

Moreover, he also has a steelyard in his heart, and he usually won't exceed five lashes, otherwise the apprentice will just eat the lashes and won't have the energy to practice.

Three hits, one hit, one hit, two hits... No one in the row was spared, even Guan Qing got a whip.

Finally it was Zhang Liang's turn, Cang Lingzi stopped in front of the thin man, looked him up and down, his brows rarely relaxed, nodded approvingly, and said:

"The ovary is good."

"Wow..." The person next to him who had just been whipped three times was envious.

Zhang Liang raised the corners of his lips shyly.He has little strength and poor foundation, so he thinks that hard work can make up for his weakness.Every night when everyone fell asleep, he would run to practice swords.Then he secretly went to take a bath by the small river, there were many mosquitoes by the river, his skin was thin, and he always came back with his face full of mosquitoes.

He always wanted to practice better, otherwise when Japan Hanfei came back, he would not make any progress, which would disappoint his brother.

At the beginning, I was very uncomfortable. My hands and feet were so sore that I couldn't lift them up, and I suffered a lot of training.Later, the strength of the arm gradually developed, and it gradually improved, and the moves were well-formed.

When I was affirmed for the first time, I couldn't help but feel happy in my heart, but the joy didn't last long.

After Cang Lingzi corrected his moves, the next sentence followed:

"Yesterday, I was punished. Someone put a stone on it. Who is it?"

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