Chapter 160: Anxious Road Ten Years of Fishing

Xuanyuan Qingfeng and his entourage into the cloud brocade mountain, picked a secluded path to find the spirit, in addition to the Song family chick phoenix and the young man wearing a sword, the Xuanyuan family side there are more than ten people of the elite escort. Longhu Mountain as the ancestral court of Taoism, naturally no one ate the bear heart and leopard gall dare to make trouble here, Xuanyuan Qingfeng from a martial arts family, the bottom is not bad, but walking along the rocky beach, is still strenuous and arduous, and then look at the well-read Confucian student Song Ke Li, surprisingly relaxed and leisurely, stepping stone over the stream, very light, rather like practicing the best internal martial arts and returning to the real world, which let the young knives put up the contempt, careful and cold-eyed look at the situation.

Unconsciously walked for two hours. Xuanyuan Qingfeng this trip to find three kinds of spirit, big jiao salamanders, salamanders are not rare, the forehead has a horn is rare. The second is the red-backed salamander, the third is the black-footed snow civet, the latter two are relatively good to find, the big jiao salamander belongs to the unattainable, the ancient books say that this salamander survived for a hundred years to have horns, and then five hundred years can be transformed into the mountain jiao, XuanYuanQingFeng does not have the luxury of a trip to the success of the mountain she has been tirelessly searching for dozens of trips.

Sitting on the rock rest, Song Ke Li looked at the sky, smiled and said, “Miss Xuanyuan, if you do not return, I’m afraid we will have to spend the night on the mountain.”

Xuanyuan Qingfeng gave a hmmm. The harvest of this trip was not big, only caught a few salamanders, as for the black-footed snow beaver did not see a head, which makes sense, this little guy is usually only in the nighttime, shaped like a fox, but carries a natural musk, made of the chamber of honor scented sacs is the most superior, only the process of harvesting musk is very bloody and cruel. Xuanyuan Qingfeng stretched out his fingers to tease the lovely salamanders in the glazed bottle, thinking that it is almost time to go home. At this time, the silent young swordsman squinted his eyes and looked deeper into the mountain forest, and blandly said, “Travel another five miles.”

Song Ke Li smiled warmly and elegantly, not commenting. Xuanyuan Qingfeng looked towards the well-spoken swordsman, remembering that her father had said that this person’s keen intuition was rare in his life, she thought for a moment and nodded, “Then travel another five miles.”

Xuanyuan Qingfeng did not forget to turn his head to look at Song Ke Li and asked, “Mr. Song, how is it?”

Song Ke Li laughed, “Still walking.”

Xuanyuan Qingfeng got up and exhaled, leading the way.

Still searching for no results, Xuanyuan Qingfeng was about to turn around out of the mountain, distantly saw a small green water blue pool, water color turquoise through green, although not large, but apparently extremely deep, even stranger is the side of the small pool sitting on his knees a middle-aged Taoist, back to the crowd.

Song Ke Li frowned. The young swordsman held a cold smile.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng is not worried about the outlaws infested in Longhu Mountain, not to mention the side of more than ten people are not bad force, she is more assured, gently leaped over a few boulders in the creek, came to the small pool near the station, which saw wearing Longhu Mountain robes of the Taoist face flat, Taoist robes have sewing, is only considered to be simple and simple, is not the most revealing the identity of the Heavenly Master’s Palace of the twisted yellow dragged purple, Xuanyuan Qingfeng meticulous, leaped on the clear springs tripped over the green rocks when they landed, but the pace was deliberately aggravated. Deliberately aggravated the pace, but the middle-aged Taoist did not notice the first time, breathing and exhaling kung fu is also only general. Taoist look focused, facing the pool, hand carrying a bamboo fishing rod, seems to be fishing. Bamboo pole long line sinking pool, not those who hold the pole wireless show of metaphysics of the celebrities, Xuanyuan Qingfeng is really tired of those who sell their fame and reputation of the readers, if this Taoist threw out the rod but no bait, in order to Xuanyuan Miss temperament, will have to be a beatings!

The Taoist priest side set up a small bamboo cage, put a few fragrant red wild fruit.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng smiled and said, “Isn’t it disturbing immortal fishing?”

The middle-aged Taoist priest eyed the fish and spread a smile, shaking his head, “It doesn’t matter, it can’t disturb the fish that the poor Taoist is trying to catch up.”

Song Ke Li looked around, sat down and said in a warm voice, “I don’t know what the elder is using as bait? And I don’t know how many feet deep this pool is?”

The young swordsman already had his hand on the hilt of his sword.

Even Xuanyuan Qingfeng sensed the murderous aura of this reckless man who was expected to compete with Gu Jiantang in the future.

He decided that after a, has never been straight to the point, on the Huishan Bullock Dagang is so, after seeing her is also. Xuanyuan Qingfeng can do nothing about it.

Middle-aged Taoist as if he did not realize the killing machine, pointing to the bamboo cage wild fruits, give the first answer, then calmly said: “poor Taoist so far do not know the depth of this pool how many.”

Song Ke Li bright face is still gentle and respectful, asked: “Dare to ask what the long fishing?”

The Taoist priest did not hide it in the slightest, and said a stone-cold truth in a bashful tone, “It’s a giant salamander, which had swallowed a piece of artifact, and the poor Taoist wants to ask for it back.”

Xuanyuan Qingfeng asked tentatively, “Immortal chief is fishing for that big scaly salamander?”

The middle-aged Taoist, who was truly uninitiated, nodded his head and said, “Precisely.”

The young swordsman sneered, is also straight, about to draw the knife, he does not come out of the knife is already, a must see blood. Also do not care whether this pretending to be a Taoist priest perceived the killing intent.

I have a knife, which head in the world can not be cut?

Taoist gently sighed, put down the bamboo pole, glanced at the bamboo cage, turned his head and smiled: “This year’s fishing can’t be done, there are a few fruits left, if you don’t mind the mountain fruits are dirty, you can fill up your hunger and quench your thirst.”

Song Ke Li smiled without saying a word, not moving a muscle.

The young swordsman who inexplicably let go of his hand seated himself with a big grin, grabbed the wild fruits, first handed them to Xuanyuan Qingfeng, she shook her head, so he threw them directly into his mouth, three or four were left in the cage, and swallowed them all at the same time.

The middle-aged Taoist smiled.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng asked, “Which Taoist temple in the mountains does the immortal cultivate?”

The Taoist priest shook his head and said, “Lonely souls and wild ghosts in general, living in no fixed place, but fortunately a large Taoist ancestral court still tolerates the poor Taoist.”

Song Ke Li coldly asked, “Kid has one thing I don’t understand, please Taoist priest to solve the confusion.”

The middle-aged Taoist priest nodded and said, “Please speak.”

Song Ke Li waved his sleeve and sat down, as if he wanted to sit down with the Taoist priest and discuss some, said in a deep voice: “My father discusses the three religions of Confucianism and Buddhism, once said that Buddha is gold, Taoism is jade, Confucianism is food. Although the gold and jade is expensive, but it is not much, no it is not less, but the world as a person, a day can not be without food.”

Middle-aged Taoist tone of the old-fashioned interjected: “a day without food in fact, it does not matter, starvation is not dead.”

Xuanyuan Qingfeng dumbfounded, heart greatly disappointed, which has this kind of nonsense debate, the original due to the Taoist monk in the deep blue pool fishing big scaly salamanders and born of the immortal temperament, are swept away.

The knife man laughed.

Song Ke Li Qi cultivation kung fu is not weak, half not angry.

The good thing is that the Taoist priest added a sentence: “But if there is no food cut off for a long time, indeed, something is going to happen.”

Song Ke Li continued to say in a calm voice: “My father recognized the difference between good and evil, but denied that there is a division of the three religions, the Taoist thought how?”

The middle-aged Taoist nodded and said, “Good.”

Song Ke Li face a few points of gravity, “but my father is afraid of the dynasty and the field is still not finalized the king of the righteousness of the dispute, only dare to openly say that the purpose of the three religions are to seek a way out for the people, put forward the cultivation of the four words of the benefit of the people, Confucianism is not Confucianism, Buddha from the Buddha is not considered the Buddha, the immortal difference in this way does not ascend to the immortal. Regardless of the three religions, as long as you always do Yin virtue, loyalty, filial piety, faith and sincerity, all in the humane, from the Avenue will not be far away.”

Taoist priest smiled: “The gentleman does not stand under the wall of danger, this is two thousand years ago, Zhang Fuzi said, your father can have this kind of vision and vigor, has not been easy. The poor Taoist thought that people can correct the body and mind, gather the true essence of the true spirit, since it can nurture great talent and virtue. As for the root of where, is in the Confucian side, is the Sakyamun side, or the poor Taoist side, but also irrelevant. However, since Taoism is led by the word “Tao”, no matter how many centuries and millennia, the future generations will talk about it, and ultimately have a congenital advantage. As for that compiled by the students of the sage book, can be regarded as reasoning all, but the book is inevitably heavy, set the rules is good, but also set up a cage. Fu Zi sage, undoubtedly, up to the high, but then high portal, there are portals to see, if you can be born two thousand years ago, poor road to go face to face to boldly say: Fu Zi thought Meng Lang’s words, and I thought that the line of the wonderful way also.”

Not to mention Song Ke Li and Xuanyuan Qingfeng, even in this life has never touched the books of the young swordsman are dumbfounded.

This Taoist monk looks at the death of only to forty years of age, the mouth is able to put the world into the mouth!

I have already said all the truth two thousand years ago, this Taoist priest today, but the words almost no room.

Song Ke Li got up and bowed respectfully, but I do not know what this young phoenix clear than the old phoenix sound of the Song family’s son in the heart in the end to think.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng gave a farewell and led the way.

After walking out for some distance, she subconsciously turned her head to look, that martial arts should be average speech but scary Taoist still did not move.

Waiting for the crowd to be far away, the middle-aged Taoist priest flicked his wrist, and the fishing line dragged up and threw itself into the clouds.

Surprisingly, there was no end to it, and the fish hook was not seen for a long time.

How long must this fishing line be?

Hundred feet?

Two hundred feet?

The middle-aged Taoist priest quietly waiting for the fish hook out of the water, softly said: “just, wait another ten years.”

……

Bamboo raft from the Qinglong River into the Longwang River, the river is turbulent, the bamboo raft is still stable, the old Taoist Zhao Xituan trip is just to bring his disciple out to see that line of cleaving Jianzhou Shejiang River scenery, Xu Longxiang squatting on the raft, no longer with the same fear of water as before.

The old master of the heart of great comfort, yellow barbarians born and diamond realm is rare in the world of the majestic bones, compared to the Wudang that the young head of Hong Washang born more than one aperture is not bad at all, Hong Washang is more than one one, to a diffusion of all things, disciple yellow barbarians is the opposite, is less than one one, born without having to worry about that Taoist scripture said “years of unawareness of the long physiology, the mind of the orifices of yellow dust stuffed with five cars! “, so the old Taoist monk awarded Xu Longxiang dream spring and autumn magic door, the most is according to the material teaching, the world cultivation seek to raise gas, Zhao Xituan the opposite line, as long as Xu Longxiang only one gas left to support the diamond body, to achieve a good state, you can reach the old ancestor said, “Spring and Autumn Dream three hundred years, lightly hao a gas through the Kunlun,” Xu Longxiang previously learn Longhu Mountain, the rest of the superior Taoist method inch by inch, now a violent gas gradually convergence, from the Taoist real “glory and blight in the hands of the move” of the realm of the small longevity, only half a line, and now Zhao Xituan only need to patiently wait for his disciple LinYuan a leap on the line, Zhao Xituan can not be happy? This is happier than the world’s old man at the bottom of the mountain to give birth to a child ah!

With Xu Longxiang in the foot of the mountain at the end of the free view of the small two years together, with the feelings, and now do not need His Royal Highness letter threat, who dares to bully the yellow barbarians, he Zhao Xituan the first not to say yes, really when the master of the House of the seniority of the Zhao surname ranked second in the great master of heaven is just a rotten tablets? The old Taoist burst out, the force of the raft will increase, such as arrows flying, suddenly saw his disciple stood up, stretched his neck to look at the peak of the direction of the evil platform, let out a roar, deafening, Zhao Xituan froze for a moment, followed by a hissing from the evil platform, as if the savage beasts roar, the old Taoist stunned for a half a second, stroked the palm of the laugh: “Good good! Can and Qi Xuan frame seat black tiger heart induction, worthy of my disciple, really is a mountain can not be two tigers.”

Xu Longxiang made a gesture to leap out of the raft, step on the river and rushed, Zhao Xituan hastily shouted: “Apprentice, no hurry no hurry.”

If Xu Longxiang just on the mountain at that time, long ago regardless of jumping into the river, and the beast of war a pain, he was young, he tore a few tigers, leopards, bears and fighters, brawn amazing degree, those who are in the battlefield chopping down the flag of the fierce generals have to be ashamed to be ashamed of themselves. However, this time the old Taoist priest voiced to stop, born not enlightened child actually really stop, but still have dissatisfaction, turned his head and glared at the old Taoist priest, holding his breath squatting in the raft side of the daze. The latter mood as sound as drinking alcohol, a bright smile, said: “disciple ah, that the black tiger is not a simple beast, this is the king of the beasts in our Longhu Mountain, the body frame is almost twice as big as the ordinary bugs, black, somehow to go to the evil platform to listen to the Qi Xuan frame lectures, listen to a number of years, is very spiritual, hey, on seniority, this guy in the mountains have to be The word “quiet” generation mile. Master earlier on the search for when to let you and his moves, do not have to rush a moment, sooner or later will let you and it to play a painful.”

Xu Longxiang hummed.

About the mention of the black tiger under the seat of Qi immortal, Zhao old Taoist thoughts drifted away, gently said: “disciple, the master and you say some secret things, not to vomit, the accumulation of heart and chest is always uncomfortable. As far as the teacher’s vision is concerned, there are very few contemporary Taoist real people, if not Wudang out of a Hong Chuanxiang, Wang Chonglou a go, it is more and more a handful of the Longhu Mountain, a dominant for too long, it is inevitable that the youngest generation will mistakenly think that the oldest under the sky is the first, and it is not a good thing. Allow me to count, my brother is of course, Danxia can also count a, Zhao Danping well, too smart, everything hates to machine counting, but the loss of luck. White Yu and Qi Xianman two juniors are oddballs, one like the father of the teacher, one like Lu Dongxuan, I believe that the achievement of real people in the future, but also need time, as for the rest of the word generation, are hanging, Tianshifu Zhao surnamed a few, it is difficult to be a big job in the future. Northland Taoist system, there are two loose immortal characters, but they are a lot of years old, maybe one day said no. Alas, after counting, there are only a few, counted on one hand, how a miserable word, far less than the Sect of Release na.”

God knows Xu Longxiang has not been listening, Zhao Xituan also do not care, turn the raft head back, looking toward the mountains, suddenly a smile, language with pride slowly said: “It does not matter, Longhu Mountain still have land gods and goddesses town mountain.”

Xu Longxiang sidled his head.

Zhao Xituan see unprecedentedly have a listener, stroking his beard and squinting his eyes and laughed: “The world a son ago only know my father and Qi Xuan frame, but do not know that above the real person there are gods and immortals ah.”

The old Taoist would like to intentionally sell a pass to whet the appetite, see the disciple immediately lowered his head to continue to catch fish to go, a sarcastic smile, hurriedly said: “However, the immortal how the immortal law, for the teacher is not good to say, I only remember when I was young into the mountains to collect medicines, encountered a middle-aged Taoist monk, and then Qi Xuan frame are feathered more than twenty years, the master and then encountered that Taoist monk, look at it is not even half of the old age, curious! I was curious, and asked the old ancestor, “Do you know what your master said? The old ancestor said he also met this person several times when he was young! My disciple, think about it, how old must he be? Wudang’s Song Zhiming lived 150 years, the longest life in the world. I conservatively estimate that the Taoist in the mountain will only be older. Of course, this matter is similar to whether there is a Taoist treasure jade seal at the bottom of the mountain ‘Bong Tian Cheng Yun’, it is not easy to test.”

Xu Longxiang rolled his eyes, a habit he learned from his brother.

Zhao Xituan laughed, slowly propping up the pole, smack smack smack mouth, tsk tsk: “When your father brought troops to Longhu Mountain, the situation is forced, that is, the old ancestors are not good to openly block the road, the world knows that several stagecoachmen run dead six stagecoach horses, only to send that imperial decree to the foot of the mountain of Longhu, do not know that the last stagecoachmen have long been with the horses died of exhaustion in the sixty miles away, it is a silent and unknown Middle-aged Taoist took over, holding the imperial decree, the figure of the arrival, the arrow rain does not invade, the sword and halberd are all broken, during the period of more than twenty of the top masters of the Northern Liang command have not been able to stop, and even the appearance of the Taoist priest did not even see clearly. Within half an incense burner, he arrived at the North Liang King’s heel, and his Taoist robe was not stained with half a speck of dust.”

The old Taoist priest looked in a trance and said, “Isn’t this still a land god? I wonder if I can see you again in this life.”