Daogu Xianfeng

Luo Feng was originally an orphan, but Xie Yunliu picked him up from the mountains and took him as a disciple. Xie Yunliu was 12 years old that year.For the next eight years, Xie Yunliu, who was only a child himself, forced Luo Feng to grow up (the author felt inexplicable joy), reading, practicing calligraphy, practicing martial arts, and practicing swordsmanship.Until betrayal.Luo Feng watched the master rush out of the mountain gate without looking back. That night, he hid in the quilt and cried secretly. He fainted from crying, but when he woke up, it was Gu Yan instead.

In the past, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of being a butterfly, and the butterfly was so vivid.Self-reference to fitness and aspirations, I don't know Zhou Ye.If you suddenly feel it, then you will feel like a week.I don't know that Zhou's dream is Hu Die Yu, and Hu Die's dream is Zhou Yu.

For a moment, I don't know if Gu Yan is Luo Feng, or if Luo Feng is Gu Yan.The family affection Gu Yan once had was what Luo Feng longed for, and the carefree Luo Feng had was what Gu Yan extravagantly desired.Even so, Gu Yan is Gu Yan, Luo Feng is still Luo Feng.

The snow on Mount Hua never melts all the year round. Chunyang disciples practice in this icy and snowy place all year round. The first thing they get used to is the severe cold, and the next thing they have to learn is lightness kung fu.Luofeng has been in Huashan for 30 years, but what impresses me the most is the ubiquitous white snow, the lingering clouds and smoke all the year round, and the bruises medicine given by Master Shangguan.

Jingxu left only himself alone, and when he was practicing swords at Lunjian Peak, he was accompanied only by the leisurely white crane.I remember the ancestor said that to cultivate the sword is to cultivate the mind.Swordsman, murder weapon.If you don't have a firm Dao heart that will never stop, you will be destroyed by the sword in the end.There is a saying that wind and rain do not change one's ambitions, power does not change one's heart, love and hatred do not obscure one's spirit, whoever comes, whether it is fame or wealth, or the intertwining of seven emotions, is like the breeze and the moon.The second uncle also said, cultivate the heart with the sword, and cultivate the sword with the heart.It's a pity that Luo Feng was always fascinated by the ending and couldn't really let go, so he had to keep the teachings of the elders in his heart.

There is often only a fine line between dreams and reality.In the empty thoughts, Luo Feng's soul seemed to float up, watching his body walking on the once very familiar mountain road, twirling and jumping.Close your eyes, feel the snowflakes falling from the sky kissing your cheek, and vaguely hear the sound of snowflakes falling to the ground.The mountains are undulating and vast, the Yellow River and the Wei River are like threads of silk, and the desert plains are like silk and cotton, all of which can be seen in a panoramic view.It's like walking on the clouds, like walking on the clouds.

In a trance, he had a fragmented dream.

Five-and-a-half-year-old little Gu Yan is in elementary school, and her mother said, my niece is an older child, and she should listen to the teacher at school and study hard.

It is the first time for a freshman to go out on a long trip alone.Gu Yan shrank back from the quarrel with his dormitory classmates, and the shrinkage lasted for three years.

The hesitation when I was about to graduate, the gentle smile and words of encouragement from the internship instructor.And the resentment of the broken electric fan that fell.

At the age of three, Luo Feng started practicing swordsmanship, and Luo Feng's aptitude was not very good. On the day when he finally mastered the Sixiang swordsmanship, Luo Feng happily went to see his master, but he could barely see the back of his master going down the mountain, leaving a trace behind. sad.

The panic when I opened my eyes and saw a piece of blue and white Taoist robes, the unbelievable despair when I knew the truth, the helplessness when I saw a few small radish heads, the sadness and powerlessness when watching Jingxu's disciples fall, the death before death. resentful...

"Yan, the Shui Dynasty belongs to the sea. Girls, the flesh and blood made of water should be called Gu Yan!"

"Feng'er, you are a big disciple, you have to take on the responsibility of my Jingxu lineage!"

"Cultivating the Tao and cultivating the mind, the way of the sword is also the way. The way of heaven is to make up for what is not enough. The way of man is not the same. The damage is not enough to give what is more than enough. Who can serve the world with what is more than Dao is the only one. If there is more than enough, it should be offered The world. I enshrine the Sanqing in my Taoist school, and what I pursue is the law of nature and the unity of nature and man. At the same time, we must be quiet and do nothing, and remember to help the world and save people!"

"Feng'er, you're awake. It's a pity that my mother can't see you grow up. If you are lucky enough to survive, you must remember to live well!"

The faces in front of me were intertwined, and finally all disappeared.

Life is short, a hundred years is a blink of an eye, how lucky am I to live three lifetimes, what else is there to be dissatisfied with?To live is to live, what is the difference between Gu Yan and Luo Feng, it is also me!Life and death are reversed, and the world is changing, so why not be afraid!

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled all over the sky, reflecting the lingering clouds and mists red, the water in Yangtian Lake was clear and quiet, green and shiny like precious jade, Luo Feng stood by the pool, his whole body swelled with true energy, he gently put the whisk in his hand aside, and drew his sword out Sheath, practiced Chunyang swordsmanship again.

Chunyang Martial Arts integrates the true essence of Taoism, and all methods are natural. Not only can one's own internal force be operated as one wishes, but also one's own ability can be used to construct a Tai Chi aura, which is consistent in offense and defense, and can advance and retreat freely.Let the enemy be strong and the enemy weak, let nature take its course, and respond to all changes with the same attitude.

Luo Feng has already practiced everything, but he still can't do as he pleases, and this time, the Sixiang swordsmanship, Liangyi swordsmanship, Taiji swordsmanship and so on are used one by one, and the sword is full of energy. , perfectly round as one, without the slightest sense of stagnation.When the dance was on the rise, he couldn't help screaming up to the sky, the sound shook for several miles, and the sound waves startled a crowd of birds and beasts, and the pure Yang's highest mental method, sitting and forgetting kung fu, which had been stagnant for many years, also entered the middle stage of the second level at this moment, slightly worse than the previous life. A little higher, put it in the current arena, it is also the top of the first-class masters.

Chang'an, Chonghua Square, a young man in a blue and white Taoist robe fluttered from far to near, and when he stepped in the air in front of the gate of the workshop, an illusory figure of eight trigrams appeared under his feet, just like a nine-day fairy flying down lightly in the wind. Enter a house.Only the guards and pedestrians with wide-eyed eyes were left behind.

Luo Feng fell into the courtyard, took out the broom from behind the door, rolled up his sleeves, and cleaned the inside and outside of the house. After going out for half a month, the desks and desks were already covered with dust.

He straightened his sleeves, pulled the hem and sat on the couch, meditating with his eyes closed.The trance of that day was still in front of my eyes, but after thinking about it, I was covered in cold sweat.Huashan is extremely high, and Luoyan Peak is dangerous, and the mountain road is rugged and difficult. No matter how familiar it is, a person who accidentally falls off the cliff is hard to save. Walking in such a trance, I actually reached the peak safely. It's great luck.

The Sui Dynasty was the previous dynasty of the Tang Dynasty, only less than 40 years old, and many customs and habits were similar to those of the Tang Dynasty.Walking slowly on the outer street, seeing new peach charms hanging in front of every house, I remembered that New Year's Day has passed, and in a few days, it will be Shangyuan Festival.

The New Year's Eve is over, and there is nothing to sell such as peach charms for the New Year. I found two pieces of peach wood, cut them two feet long, five inches wide, and one inch thick. I cut a peach wood sword and put it aside.The original sword belonged to my father, but this time I went to Mount Hua and reburied my parents, and returned the sword.Luo Feng understood the Taoist heart in Huashan, but he is no longer muddled. Troubled times are approaching. Even if he is weak, he cannot enjoy peace in Chang'an, so he decides to go to other places after a few months. Look at the mountains and rivers more than a hundred years ago.

Picking up a pen dipped in cinnabar, and hanging his wrist to write, although Luo Feng once went to Wanhua Valley to ask the calligrapher Yan Zhenqing for calligraphy, what he learned was not Yan style, but Wang Xizhi's running script.The pen was between dragons and snakes, and after finishing writing the names of the two door gods, Shen Tu and Yu Lei, on a whim, they wrote "Xiangyangmen's first spring is always there, and the good people have more than enough celebrations" on the edge of the two boards.Anyway, it is martial arts, not real history, just a couplet.Putting down the pen, clapping his hands, hanging the peach talisman on the gate, taking two steps back, and looking at it carefully, he deeply felt that he had to practice calligraphy again, he hadn't written for so long, it was a big step back!

After hanging the peach talisman, Luo Feng, who seemed to have accomplished something important, walked briskly out the door and turned to Xishi, with a long-lost smile on his accustomed to paralyzed face, which softened his cold aura When he got up, he was as elegant as the blue sky and white clouds.When he came to the front of Jinxiu Cloth, Uncle Wang seemed to have seen something strange, and walked around him several times, amazed.

Seeing him like this, Luo Feng wondered, "Uncle, what's wrong with me? Is there any problem?"

"You're fine, but I have a problem. What good thing happened to you, so happy?" Uncle Wang stood still, with his hands in his sleeves.

Luo Feng went straight to the store. Before the first day of the Shangyuan, the store door was only half open. He walked around the counter familiarly, walked to the place where the cloth was placed, picked up a piece of cloth, and replied while looking at the material: "I There is nothing to be happy about, if you say something good, is it a good thing if a question that has been entangled for many years has been answered?" Since he wants to travel far, of course he must be prepared, Luo Feng wants to make a Shu dyed cloth to wrap some precious things thing.For this kind of things in the Tang Dynasty that are similar to the storage bags in the cultivation novels, Luo Feng, who has seen the ancestor of Chunyangzi soaring in the daytime, said that the storage bags are not unusual at all (no wonder)!

Uncle Wang laughed and said, "How old are you, how many years are you? If you think it's a good thing, then it's a good thing! If there's a good thing, why not clean up the table and let's celebrate?" Ever since eating the dim sum made by Luo Feng, he always He said he wanted to try his dishes, but Luo Feng was tired of cooking them for 20 years in his previous life. Except for the pastries that the shop sells, he refused to eat anything.

Seeing that Uncle Wang always remembered that he wanted to eat the dishes he made, and thinking about how Uncle Wang had taken care of him in Chang'an in the past few months, he was able to settle down in Chang'an so quickly, so he agreed after thinking about it.

Steamed a green onion and vinegar chicken, scooped up a meatball, fried a plate of Guomenxiang, made two other appetizers, added a plate of cold spelled Wusheng, a can of Bailongyu (mandarin fish soup), and made another Cage green rice, a jar of Songhua wine brewed when I first arrived in Chang'an, and a temporary trip to the pharmacy to grab some rhubarb, Atractylodes macrocephala, cinnamon twigs, Fangfeng, and pepper to make a jar of Tusu wine.Uncle Wang sat at the table with a few familiar shopkeepers, but his green eyes staring at the table deeply revealed his heart.

Luo Feng cleaned his hands, sat down at the table, raised his hand and raised his glass, persuading him: "The poor Taoist came to Chang'an, thanks to the care of a few people, just a small feast, chatting to express my gratitude, the poor Taoist should do it first, and the few are free to do it." That's it." The group of people knew Luo Feng's ability well, even if Luo Feng's self-proclaimed poverty at such a young age made people laugh, they didn't dare to underestimate him, so they hurriedly raised their cups and toasted each other before starting to move .

Uncle Wang is the most familiar with Luo Feng, he praised him again and again, and even several other people followed suit.Speaking of which, Luo Feng didn't cook the banquets of the Three Swordsmen and Tang Dynasty, but just made some ordinary Sui and Tang food, even so, the taste was not bad.