A Beginner's Guide to Magic

Feng Chan walked up the mountain all the way.

There was a brand-new piece of thick snow under his eyes. He casually slung an old sword around his waist, and lazily wore a washed-white cloak. pit.

In the past two years, he traveled all over the famous mountains and rivers, paid homage to relatives, friends and elders, saw various graves and steles, and took time to restore his internal strength, almost as successful as before.

Fortunately, he was a martial arts idiot before, and many kung fus are deeply engraved in his mind, and he can still remember them after 30 years of practice.

This time, he came to persuade Lu Yang to go down the mountain with the important task of martial arts righteousness.

In the past two years, the whole world has made a mess of porridge.

First, the Peacock Villa and Yunbie Mountain, Dongting Terrace, and Gaolou Alliance fought a vigorous battle with the members of the Wulin League in the Yueyang area, which shocked the Wulin. The twelve sects survived in name only.

The Martial Arts League forced Hongxiugu to stand in line again. It is said that they led a large number of people to threaten and lure them around for a long time. They didn't know what to say, which made the old Guzhu sick and bedridden.The owner of Shaogu, who was still in confinement, was forced to come forward to support the situation, and resolutely joined the righteous way of the rivers and lakes. In order to avoid persecution, he almost moved the whole valley with him.

The rivers and lakes were torn apart and turned into two halves, basically evenly matched, no one was willing to give in, and the fight was fierce.The sects, large and small, that were not mixed with the Twelve Sects, were more or less mixed in.

Some people even heard that even people from the three sects of the hidden world were involved.

Feng Chan glanced at the gate of Wanzhang Peak, there were not only spider webs on it, but also a lot of dust.Thinking that no one would answer when he knocked on the door at this time, he kicked the door open neatly.

There are white flowers everywhere, broken walls and ruins, and there are almost no signs of people living there. It seems that the entire Wanzhang Peak has been frozen since two years ago, and time has been sealed by something and stagnated.

He finally found Lu Yang in a small courtyard.

When I saw him, he was chopping wood.

His whole demeanor reveals a strange, gray eyes, as if covered with a layer of fog, gloomy as if it will rain anytime and anywhere.

Lu Yang saw Feng Chan standing in front of him with a smile, his clothes were shabby, and he looked radiant, like an immortal Taoist who had just come down from the sky, seeing through life and death, and glowing all over.

He glanced at it and continued to chop wood.The blade was only sharpened for a while yesterday, but now it is very neat, and the firewood was cut in a few strokes.

Feng Chan turned his head and glanced under the shed, where there was a pile of firewood as high as a hill, probably enough for Lu Yang to use for five years.

He turned his face back again, stared at the clothes on Lu Yang, saw the fine stitches on it, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Did your master sew this?"

As if Lu Yang hadn't heard of it, he slowly threw the firewood over there, then walked slowly back to the chair here, sat on it lazily, lowered his head, staring at the snow on the ground in a daze.

Like a living dead.

Feng Chan squatted down, squatted in front of him, and said: "There is a fight under the mountain, do you know it?"

Lu Yang was silent for a long time, and finally shook his head.

"I don't think you know, I don't think you have ever gone down the mountain. You live like a widower." Feng Chan simply kicked the snow to the side, sitting on the icy water by himself, not too cold : "Your wife was forced by Chen Qiandie to carry the entire sect during her confinement. In the past two years, the nurse has been running around, and she is so tired that her hair has grown white."

Lu Yang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he put his hands on his knees, curled up.

Feng Chan saw that his left hand was covered with old scars, which were not there two years ago.He was startled, and hurriedly went to look at the man's right hand again. Fortunately, this fool did not learn from his master and picked his hand tendons.

He sighed and continued: "Duan Qiqi, the brother who used to be devoted to you, took over as the owner of Peacock Villa. Since the death of a pair of parents, his temper has become more and more calm. Her father and the owner of Fuyunmen died together. , I saw him when he was a child, he was a very ambitious little doll, alas."

Lu Yang clenched his hands tightly, trembling a little.

"That very interesting little Taoist priest has also taken over as the master of Yunbie Mountain. But his master is not dead, but he is tired and doesn't want to do it anymore. Give him the seat and let him play well. In the past two years, he has been The backbone... It's just that he was attacked by that masked kid from the Chen family a few days ago, and one arm and one leg were broken, and he is bedridden, and he doesn't know if he can survive the winter."

"As soon as Pei Ning took over the head of the Dongting Terrace wearing a filial piety, he confronted Chen Qiandie a few days ago. Because none of us knew how to detoxify, he vomited two mouthfuls of black blood and passed out. The last sentence is Ask me to call you down and take care of Dongting Terrace for him."

Lu Yang still lowered his head, with mixed feelings in his heart, inadvertently met Feng Chan's eyes, and was brightened by the flickering light in them.

Feng Chan raised his eyebrows and grinned with two rows of big teeth, he said: "If you have any troubles, please tell Master."

He is now the most open-minded person in the world.

Feng Chan felt a little emotional in his heart. When he was a teenager, he disliked the old urchin who was pedantic, disliked that he always told himself the big truth, disliked that he spoke slowly and acted slowly, and could calmly accept no matter what kind of suffering.

At the age of 30, he was still a little rebellious, and he still did not follow the rules of the law, almost relying on his apprentices to remind him.

What now?He has lived to be 70 to [-] years old. If he had the same body as before, even his beard would be white, but he doesn't like to grow a beard. Anan said that he still looks good without a beard, and looks young.

The old naughty boy stroked his long beard back then, sighed to him who was jumping and lively looking for trees to climb, and said: When your beard turns white, you will understand it too.Many things are not figured out, but forgotten.

Now he not only understands, but also uses this set of rhetoric to deceive the younger generation.

It's really old.

Lu Yang was silent for a long time, so long that he almost turned into a stone statue.He hasn't spoken to anyone for a long time, and he has almost lost his language function.

He didn't say anything, but Feng Chan basically knew what was blocking his heart.

Feng Chan then went to the kitchen by himself, found some water and boiled it, then searched for scattered tea leaves from his small purse, made a pot of tea just like that, wiped the two tea leaves with an old handkerchief Cup, pour him a cup, pour yourself a cup.

He was not afraid of the heat, so he turned his head up and did it. He was so thirsty all the way up, he turned his head to look at the silent Lu Yang, and said, "Why do you hate him? If you hate him for deceiving Wuxiang Xinfa, I will persuade you I'm relieved."

Lu Yang's stiff body finally swayed a little. He closed his eyes tightly in pain, shook his head, and said, "In the end, I don't know why I hate him, it's just that I'm bored."

"That mental method is not easy to practice." Feng Chan poured himself another glass, and drank it with his head up, as if he was fighting for wine with someone: "The Wuxiang Sword School has been passed down for so long, and it has been practiced for no more than two years. Ten people. If you think that he has dirty the lintel of our sect, and you are afraid that you will be sorry for Anan, please be at ease, I haven't bothered, what do you care about."

Lu Yang touched the teacup silently, but was so hot that he withdrew his hand.Feng Chan took a handful of snow and piled it next to the teacup, trying to cool down.

"You don't need to talk, just listen to me." Feng Chan sympathized with his hoarse voice, and continued on his own: "It's nice to be young, and to feel the pain of love. I'm too old, and I have forgotten that loving someone What are people like?"

"In fact, in this life, people always have to be owed by others, and at the same time owe others. Little wood, this is the cycle of karma, so don't worry about it."

"Before I died, I was just like you. I missed someone so much. He may not have me in his heart, and I have been troubled for many years. Thinking about it later, maybe he has me in his heart, but we always miss it."

Lu Yang raised his eyes to look at him, and found that his eyes were cast far, far away, with a leisurely expression, and a faint sadness in his eyes, the kind of pain that he couldn't pretend no matter how hard he tried.

"I asked a lot of people along the way. Before, I also heard something from that magical little Taoist priest, and I probably knew what evil he did after my death, and the source of this disaster was me... .Alas. At the head of Naihe bridge in the underworld, we will meet again, and I don't know what to say about him."

"I am his elder, but in my heart, he is my lover. He put himself in to avenge me. On the bridge of Naihe, if he has a pair of eyes and is looking forward to my praise, I really do." Nothing to reprimand him."

The more Lu Yang heard it, the more something was wrong. He picked up the teacup stiffly, took a sip, and asked, "How old is your little lover?"

Feng Chan counted with his fingers, and said with a smile, "About eighteen years. I know I'm a bit of an old cow who eats young grass, but my old cow didn't take a bite at the beginning, so it shouldn't be considered... ...especially immoral?"

Lu Yang felt something was wrong, his pupils quivered, and asked, "Who is your little lover?"

Feng Chan coughed and said, "What's inside, it's your master."

Many illusory details that had been ignored by him in the past poured out, and when they were pieced together, they really matched up perfectly.

Anan, Feng Chan's well-behaved and obedient little apprentice, is actually the same person as Lu Guannan, who is drunk all the year round on Wanzhang Peak, swears and beats others with a stern face.

Lu Yang became even more silent, this matter was beyond his expectation.

Feng Chan saw his strange expression and his old face turned red, he hurriedly explained: "Hey hey hey! Although I like him very much, I didn't do anything! I really didn't do anything! I'm innocent and he's innocent too! "

I don't think you dare.Lu Yang thought silently, Master that old scumbag is an extremely powerful and vicious guy, if he strikes, the simple old Fengzi will be killed by that.

"It doesn't matter! Forget it!!" Feng Chantong blushed and patted him on the back, almost forgetting the purpose of coming here: "The righteous way of martial arts is about to be defeated by Chen Qiandie, the dog day. You must represent us now Wu Xiangjian sent to support the field! By the way, he will be the deputy head of Dongtingtai, so that those tired and sick people can rest, and when they win, they will hang Chen Qiandie up to make bacon."

Lu Yang frowned: "You have more prestige, why don't you represent our sect?"

"Because no one believes that I am alive." Feng Chan said calmly.