Chapter 029 Understanding
That night has long been not the Western Chu Taiping Princess of Jiang Nai alone down the mountain, Xu Fengyen did not get annoyed and destroy her rebellious cursive, just lying on the stone steps to drink most of the jug of rice wine, nibble all the beef, and wait for the east to rise up the white of the fish’s belly, and only then left the palace of the Great Void. That day, Xu Fengnian still diligently practiced the sword, stupid bird flying after, always have to eat some pain. Sweeping little Taoist boy after dawn saw the scribbling on the square, startled, thought it was a god who came down to write a heavenly picture, threw the broom and ran back to the temple to shout at the master, and then the master read it and then shouted at the master again, and finally brought together the six master grandmasters and uncles with the highest seniority in Wudang.
Wang Chonglou, the only Sect Master in the Heavenly Taoist Sect who has cultivated the Great Yellow Ting Pass in the last one thousand years.
In charge of Wudang Mountain moral precepts of Chen Carefree, people stereotypes but not rigid, more than ninety years old, but still healthy, like to step on the Nine Palace circle reprimand the mountain’s most gifted youngest brother, always every time before the end of the scolding, began to pain, resulting in the next time the thunder is loud and the rain is small.
Lived two old enough to be a hundred and forty years old, so it seems that the generation of Song Zhiming, the end of the prison has been out of seven or eight times, the number of times, not the world’s first also have the world’s second. At the same time, the Secretary for refining and casting outside the Dan, Wudang Linlin totaled nearly a hundred pills, more from his hand.
Just returned from the East China Sea tour Yu Xingrui, dressed in sloppy, internal strength is second only to Wang Chonglou, just to the flower of the year, on the way to collect a root bone excellent disciple, the child less than twenty years old, Wudang generation often has nothing to do with age, the root of this.
Than mute more mute sword obsessed Wang Xiaoping, ancient wells, his life as if in addition to the sword, there is no attachment.
Together with the last one, the whole Wudang Mountain probably belongs to the most unprofessional, only pursuing the illusory heavenly way of Hong Zaixiang.
“Good character.” Chen Yao sincerely praised.
“Utterly marvelous.” Yu Xingrui nodded in agreement.
“Good writing is what it is. Excluding the seven words at the end, this text is great and majestic, sorrowful and unyielding, and is the only one I’ve seen in my life.” Song Zhiming, who was twice as old as an unusual person, sighed heavily and stood bent over at the beginning of the piece, carefully observing it, twisting the white eyebrow that was as long as a vine with one hand, and immediately eeped when he finished, “Thinking it through, it seems that the seemingly redundant seven words at the end are the finishing touch. A good oath to kill.”
“Good words, compared to the current cursive more oceanic and unrestrained, the dragon jumped to the gate of heaven, the tiger lying on the hillock, rare. Even better writing, it’s hard to imagine coming from a woman whose age is no more than twenty.” Wang Chonglou spoke out to cap it off.
“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Junior Senior Uncle Ancestor said nervously.
“What are you afraid of, His Highness the World Son is practicing his sword down there.” Wang Chonglou joked.
“I’m the only one who will be unlucky when the time comes anyway.” Hong Zaixiang muttered.
“Young people deal well with young people, we are all getting older.” Wang Chonglou smiled and said.
“Eldest brother, because I’m small, you pushed me into the fire pit?!” Hong Zaixiang said with grief and indignation.
“Junior brother ah, you have to have the realization that if I don’t go to hell, who will go to hell, the way of heaven is nothing more than that.” Wang Chonglou snorted and said, in front of his junior brothers, where is what Taoist gods transcendent style.
“Fart! This is Buddhist words!” Hong Zaixiang yelled.
“Ten thousand streams flow east into the sea, the words are different, the reasoning is the same.” Yu Xingrui fell into a well and laughed.
“Did you hear that, your senior brother Yu’s words are reasonable.” Wang Chonglou patted the little brother shoulder, and then with Yu Xingrui looked at each other and smiled, everyone is a big age, no hope of feathering, the biggest thing is to tease and flirt with the little brother for a few words, I do not know which day a stirrups the legs lying in the coffin, can say a few words is a few words.
Wang Chonglou said: “little brother, here on your word best, while the sky is clear, by you copy, on the top floor of the pavilion carefully treasured.”
Hong Zaixiang rolled his eyes, “No writing, if His Highness the Prince knows about it, I’ll have to lose a layer of skin.”
Wang Chonglou laughed: “The big deal is that the last seven words are not copied, so what are you afraid of.”
Hong Zaixiang muttered, “Anyway, it’s not Eldest Brother who will be beaten up at that time.”
Wang Xiaoping, who hadn’t spoken for sixteen years, stopped and stared for a long time, and finally said hoarsely, “There is sword intent in the words.”
The four older senior brothers looked at each other in dismay, and then they all smiled heartily.
After the surprise of Hong Zaixiang, who had not heard his sixth senior brother speak since he came to the mountain, he despaired and said, “I’ll write!”
Three days later the thunder was loud.
Xu Fengyen came back to Taixu Palace with an oil paper umbrella, and after a light rain, there was only a field of ink black. The rain grew stronger, the rain poured down on the umbrella surface and fluffed, and a thin figure carrying a mahogany sword was seen coming to the square and standing in the other corner.
Xu Fengyen didn’t know if the white-haired old kui had left the Beiliang King’s Mansion yet, otherwise he could have called out to fight with this sword idiot. Fighting for his life with the East Vietnam swordsman, and then watching the masters fight, it was already different and no longer a hilarious sight to behold. Dismissing this tantalizing thought, Xu Fengyen turned around and descended the mountain.
Outside the cottage, Wutong Yuan first-class maid Qingbird stood in the thunderstorm, holding an oil paper umbrella with a green luan painted on the surface, waiting for His Highness the son of the world.
Qing Bird brought a letter that was personally handed over to her by the Great Pillar State.
Xu Fengyen walked into the pile of secret books almost nowhere to land in the house, the bed board table and chairs have long been piled up, only one corner of a clear land, no surprise there is the place where Jiang Nai sleeps, Xu Fengyen sat on a pile of books, from a book “tiger prison knife” torn a few pages used to wipe the face, and then torn a few pages wiped off the hands of the rain, this is the opening of the letter, the letter in the Xu Snapdragon handwritten that he has been sent to the capital to explore the news, and did not hide him to start to prepare for the palace to invite a person to the palace. Begin to prepare to invite a bodhisattva in the palace to suppress the Sun eunuch who is not long-eyed, not too early not too late after two years, to let the surname Sun lose power. What really makes Xu Fenian stunned is that Xu Snapdragon finally unveiled the mystery of why he should be allowed to come to Wudang, surprisingly, he wants Wang Chonglou to transfer a Tongxuan cultivation to him like a flower and wood!
This is a heavenly deed!
Aren’t you afraid of being struck by lightning?
Xu Fengyen destroyed the secret letter, his heart fluctuating, he looked up at the green bird standing in the doorway and asked: ”Can internal power be transferred to another person? If this is possible, just pass on the power like a seat before death, won’t the masters of the sects be stronger and stronger than one generation to the next?”
Green Bird flatly said, “A pill or a bowl of rice under the stomach, how the effect, depending on the person, the internal force transfer, but also at most half. There was once a devil in the jianghu, with deep internal force, most like to forcefully transfer internal force on people, and watched those people physically overwhelmed, and eventually died with their limbs bursting apart, leaving only a complete head.”
Xu Fengnian said dumbfounded, “There is still this kind of maniac who damages people to his own detriment?”
The green bird nodded.
Xu Fenian asked, “Do you think this was Xu Snapdragon’s intention, or my master’s idea?”
Qing Bird replied honestly, “I don’t dare to say.”
Xu Fenian said helplessly, “Then it’s Xu Snapdragon.”
The green bird looked around and surprisingly smiled.
Xu Fenian softly said, “Wait for the rain to subside, then go down the mountain.”
Qingbird hmmmed.
When the rain is heavy, there will be rainy hours, the green bird will eventually have to go down the mountain, Xu Fengyen sent to the Xuanwu Dangxing pagoda before turning around.
Back outside the cottage, Xu Fengyen looked at the muddy vegetable beds and laughed softly, “Why do you need to put your hatred for me into words? If the second sister knows, you will be beaten again, right? The girl who remembers the beatings but not the good.”
Next, His Highness continued to bury his head in the sword, but began to boldly go to the big lotus peak on the purple bamboo forest to find uncomfortable, to know that there is the ancestor Wang Xiaoping’s forbidden land, Wudang Mountain with the sword crazy generation of senior brothers do not have a few dare to go to bother, only the young uncle will go to graze cows, or to look for some suitable slender purple bamboo to do the fishing rod, Xu Fengyian first time to go to the purple bamboo forest, was chopped off dozens of purple bamboo The first time Xu Fengnian went to the purple bamboo forest, he was forced out of the bamboo forest by a sword that chopped off dozens of purple bamboos, the second time he carried a sword hard without knowing what to do, the result was that he lay on a wooden bed for half a month, and even tired Wudang to pull out a good bottle of top-grade elixir, when Xu Fengyen was able to split the waterfall diagonally with his blade, he once again paid a visit to the purple bamboo forest, and was forced to withdraw after a sword, and he still didn’t see the face of that swordsman, but he didn’t fall down on the ground right away, and he was able to hobble back to the hut at least, and he was almost not able to take the elixir as his meal.
The same as the Danding lineage of Wudang and Longhu Mountain is slightly different, not only to emphasize the dragon and tiger fetal breath spit out the old and new internal Dan practice, and accept “cooking gold and stone” by Longhu Mountain denounced as the left path of the external Dan, Qingyun Peak on the thousands of kilograms of pots and furnaces, alchemy priests are the mountain’s most willing to work hard, each year, consuming charcoal nearly 10,000 pounds, a huge momentum, Xu Fengyen had in the previous month to go to the exclusive corner of the Qingyun peak of the mountain. Xu Fengyen had gone to the exclusive corner of the Qingyun Peak last month to watch a ceremony to open the tripod, this mountain is said to remove the lotus main peak is the most evil shall not invade, need to pick a good day, build altar burn talisman, alchemy Taoist at the foot of the peak kneeling to hold the pill furnace, face the south prayers to invite the Great Taoist Heavenly Father, the end of before going up the mountain, at last, so that His Royal Highness understood that it is not easy to cultivate Taoism is not easy to alchemy is even more difficult, just that this does not delay Xu Fengyen chewing peony to eat the elixir, so that it is difficult to persuade the third senior brother Song It was not easy to convince third senior brother Song Zhiming to allow His Highness to go into the mountains to see the alchemy of Hong Zaixiang is very resentful, winks thrown to the heartless blind, can not be ah.
The eldest brother said that young people are good at communicating with each other, this is really no sense at all!
The mountain osmanthus is fragrant.
Xu Fengyen in addition to the hanging immortal peak with the waterfall, is every now and then to go to the purple bamboo forest and Wang Xiaoping fight, finally barely able to carry a sword and not fall.
Don’t look at all is a sword, down and not down, will mean Xu Fengyen practicing sword whether or not to reach the level.
Probably suddenly realized that the bamboo forest purple bamboo suddenly reduced, sword obsessed again out of the sword, even more ghostly and unpredictable.
Few people can expect the infamous son of his highness can really stay in the wudang mountain for half a year, some contact with the dust and mundane small Taoist priests are guessing that his highness is not in the mountain to hide more than a dozen beautiful maids, or is not every day a big fish and meat, and incidentally, they see the young master of the uncle of the number of times are fewer, and then there is a small Taoist priests rumor that his highness is the reincarnation of a devil, need to be true emperor of the reincarnation of young The young master ancestor to suppress, more and more intense, gossip, a thousand strange.
Riding a bull, Hong Zaixiang turned a deaf ear and didn’t take the initiative to explain anything, only when he encountered a junior and younger than him Taoist priest, who asked such questions, would he smile and answer, “His Highness is reading the Cloud Book Seven Signs and the Taoist Teachings and Pivots, and he’s very attentive to them.”
If someone else said it, naturally no one would want to believe it. But speaking from the mouth of a senior uncle, it still made people half believe it.
Occasionally, a Taoist monk of no lesser or greater seniority asked with righteous indignation, “Master Hong, why did that Xu come to Wudang Mountain to make a fool of himself when he didn’t want to be a good son of His Highness? Who is he practicing his sword for?”
The young uncle said with a smile, “It’s about practicing for him to show himself, His Highness comes from a rich family, and his hobbies are always different from the common people, uh, it’s really a bit different.”
Someone can’t help but snicker: “He must be stealing our Wudang mastery and practicing his sword so that he can go down the mountain to commit crimes!”
At this time, Little Master was silenced.
He released the green ox today, walking alone in the mountains and forests, heading for the Hanging Immortal Coffin, and saw a Zhenmadan Autumn Cicada, unique to Wudang Mountain, passing by in front of his eyes.
There was no sign of how Hong Washed Elephant quickened his pace, and after a few steps of drunken walking, he caught up with the Autumn Cicada and gently pinched it, just in time to block it before it hit a spider’s web.
The young master ancestor bent his head down and walked through the spider web, and only then loosened his fingers and released the autumn cicada.
In fact, the cicada’s lifespan was at most three months after it had fledged from larva to adult.
But Hong washed the elephant still saved it, no reason. He just did a small thing that was natural.
This mountain for more than twenty years is probably has been doing this kind of small things of the senior uncle, has been taken by everyone as the best candidate to understand the way of heaven, but it seems that he himself never know what is the way of heaven, and do not go to the effort to think deeply, eat, drink and read books and enjoy the scenery, plain and simple.
Hong Zaixiang slowly walked to the hut outside, saw his highness is from the vegetable garden picked a cucumber in the mouth to chew.
Hong Zaixiang wanted to take advantage of His Highness’s inattention to steal a cucumber to taste, but was Xu Fengyen took the embroidered winter knife sheath to slap off the paw.
Hong Zaixiang, who could only squat aside to watch, curiously asked, “Your Highness, do you really want to give up the royal residence’s red and tender wine face, beautiful singing voice, delicacies and brocade bedding ah?”
Xu Fengnian laughed: “If you were to do this every day for more than ten years, you would also be willing to give it up.”
Hong Zaixiang shook his head and said, “Xiao Dao just can’t give up this mountain.”
Xu Fengyen scorned, “You are timid, two different things.”
Hong Zaixiang skimmed his lips, this was the young master’s greatest protest.
Xu Fengyen mocked, “I dare to go up the mountain to practice my sword, but you don’t dare to go down the mountain? Are there piles of demons and ghosts under the mountain or are there demons and ghosts everywhere? To take a step back, even if there are, don’t you Taoist priests need to kill the demons?”
Hong Zaixiang still shook his head vigorously.
Xu Fengyen stopped wasting his breath and asked, “I’m going to Purple Bamboo Forest, will you follow?”
Hong shuixiang even shook his head like a rattle drum, waved his hand and said, “No go, little Wang senior brother now won’t let me go there to herd cows.”
Xu Fengyen nibbled on a cucumber and left the small vegetable garden with his embroidered winter knife, saying vaguely, “What’s the big deal about being the number one in the world, it’s better to be the only one in the world. The first in the world is being grabbed by anyone, and it’s only one person who is grabbing and grabbing, but the latter is anyone who is expected to attain the Way of Heaven.”
Hong Zaixiang squatted on the ground, hands resting on his cheeks in deep thought, “A little bit understand, a little bit don’t understand.”
Xu Fengyen, who was walking with his back to Hong Washed Elephant, grunted coldly, “Don’t steal cucumbers again, I have counted them, if you come back and are found to be missing one, I will beat you to the point that your three legs are full of blood, do you understand this?”
Hong Zaixiang squeezed out a smile and said, “Very understandable!”