It had been a long time since I received any news from Zhuoshui, so Liu Xiaolou quickly opened it.
In the letter, Zuo Gaofeng informed Liu Xiaolou of the current progress of the war and the current situation of the Wulongshan comrades.
The war has been going on for half a year. According to private discussions among Wulongshan comrades, most believe that there are about 600 Badong monks summoned by Gengsang Cave this time, and more than 800 monks summoned by Zhanglong Sect. Many of them are not casual cultivators in western Hunan, but come from southern and central Hunan.
Therefore, despite the fact that only the Zhanglong sect is blocking the front, secretly it must be supported by the Dongyang sect and Tianmu Mountain. Of course, it is unknown whether Gengsangdong has the support of other Bashu sects. After all, in the eyes of monk Jingxiang, the monks of Bashu seem to have the same tone when speaking, and it is really difficult to distinguish.
Eight hundred versus six hundred, the advantage lies with me, so the Wulongshan comrades still have some confidence in holding Zhuoshui in the end and driving the Badong monks back. However, there was a stalemate for half a year, two major battles, and countless small battles between you and me. Generally speaking, everyone among the Wulongshan comrades was injured.
He himself, Longshan Sanren, and Tan Bazhang had all been seriously injured more than once. If it hadn't been for the elixir brought by Liu Xiaolou, it would have been hard to tell at this moment. However, the comrades gained a lot. They each picked up a lot of good things from the dead body of the Badong monk. They also pooled money to buy a batch of spiritual pills from Tianmen Shanfang City. They are currently in good condition.
Of course, losses cannot be avoided. In the past few months, five more Taoist brothers have died in Wulong Mountain. Among them, the one Liu Xiaolou is more familiar with is the second among the Seven Friends of Guzhang Mountain. From now on, there will be no seven brothers in Guzhang Mountain. , there are only six brothers.
This is very sad news. Thinking of the second uncle with a wrinkled face and a smile like an old farmer in the fields, Liu Xiaolou couldn't help but feel sad.
At a glance, a total of nine Taoist friends from Wulong Mountain have lost their lives by Zhuoshui. If it were you, would you be able to survive?
From this aspect, no matter whether he lived a satisfactory life in Shenwu Mountain or not, no matter whether the Su family treated him well or not, at least under the shelter of this big tree, he was not transferred to a place where life and death were unknown. He must accept the favor.
Zuo Gaofeng also said in the letter that this war may be over soon. Gengsang Cave cannot defeat Zhuoshui. Various signs indicate that he has the intention to retreat. Everyone is ready and determined to defeat the enemy when they retreat. Fight back hard and try to seize some loot.
Finally, Zuo Gaofeng said that he had thought of a name for his child. If he could not come back, he would ask Liu Xiaolou to help take care of the child. If he grew up and had the qualifications to practice, he would ask Liu Xiaolou to accept him as his disciple.
Liu Xiaolou looked at Aunt Li's belly and asked, "What is the child's name?"
Aunt Li stroked her belly and said, "If it's a boy, let's call it Zuo Wanshan. If it's a girl, let's call it Zuo Qianshui."
Liu Xiaolou couldn't help but smile, nodded and said, "What a good name."
Not long after, Li Busan shouted outside the house: "Uncle! Mother-in-law! Auntie! The fish soup is here..."
A bowl of steaming fish soup was brought in, and the old woman and Aunt Li quickly cleared the table and arranged wooden bowls and bamboo chopsticks.
Aunt Lu, who had gone out to fetch water before, also came in with a rice bowl and glanced at Liu Xiaolou with some fear: "Just now...I went to fetch water..."
Liu Xiaolou said with a straight face: "As long as you are not lazy on purpose!"
Aunt Lu was so panicked that she pinched her fingers: "No, I don't dare to be lazy... I don't dare..."
Liu Xiaolou's face softened: "Sit down and eat together."
Aunt Lu accompanied everyone with a smile and quickly served everyone food.
Li Busan whispered: "Uncle Master, Aunt Lu is very diligent."
Liu Xiaolou nodded: "I understand, and you. Cultivation is not about sitting still. Cultivation is about living everywhere and everywhere in life. What is sitting still? It's a bastard! Chopping wood, carrying water, doing things in life Food is all about cultivation! If you don’t do anything or don’t know how to do anything, the person you cultivate will be a fool. A fool who doesn’t know anything can only be regarded as a large humanoid spiritual stone. It’s just the spiritual power transferred from the stone It's just transferred into the body."
Li Busan kept nodding his head: "I heard from Master that when Uncle Master went up the mountain, he also started by chopping wood and carrying water?"
Liu Xiaolou smiled: "I remember those days... When you drink soup, drink the soup first. This is a good thing. It is a tonic fish soup. Aunt Li drinks more, and her milk will be sufficient in the future... I remember those days. Uncle, I went up the mountain. I was only eight years old at the time. As soon as I entered the small courtyard in Qianzhuling, I saw that the house had collapsed, the fences had fallen down, and the grass was growing unruly... The teacher handed me a sickle and said, "Little building, I will teach you now." When you mow the grass, you have to remember that mowing the grass is also practice. If you learn this practice skill, you can earn spiritual stones in the future..."
That night, the lights were dimly lit in the general's view, and laughter and laughter floated out of the window from time to time. After dinner, Liu Xiaolou went to Li Busan's room to teach him how to circulate the true energy in his meridians, how to open acupuncture points, and other tips. Of course he would not use the method of onmyoji to give guidance. As a fifth-level Qi refining person, he still had the basic skills to use normal methods to guide a young man who was still struggling with the first meridian.
The next day, Liu Xiaolou left Jiangjun Temple and returned to the mountain. On the mountain path, he happened to meet Yun Ao who came to pay homage to the mountain. He quickly apologized: "Brother Yun is here... um... I'm really sorry for keeping Brother Yun waiting for so long. I just came back last month, and as you know, this time I was invited by the Jinting Sect to go to Jinting Mountain to refine the mountain-protecting formation..."
Yun Ao said: "I know, so isn't this going up the mountain? But I heard that it has been nearly a month since you came back. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Liu Xiaolou defended: "On this trip to Jinting Mountain, Tang Song, the great formation master, valued me. He stayed with him as an assistant. He got his guidance and learned a lot. After I came back, I rethought the construction of the formation. See Let’s see if there is any improvement, so it’s a little late, but it’s not intentional.”
Yun Ao hurriedly asked: "How is the improvement? Are there any new changes?"
Liu Xiaolou did consider improving the formation disk at Jinting Mountain, but it was just an idea and had not been implemented yet. Moreover, he was busy improving his practice after returning, so where could he find time to tinker with the formation disk? However, Qi Yun'ao didn't understand, so he boasted: "It's more refined and subtle. Brother Yun will know it once he tries it!"
So Yun Ao was overjoyed: "Just stay here, hurry up, my family... um... it's better to be here these days, I don't have to go up and down the mountain, and I save seven or eight miles!"
Liu Xiaolou did not refuse, and immediately found a quiet place with leeward wind, and activated the Linyuan Black Stone Formation.
Yun Ao entered the formation for a long time, then hurriedly raised his hand to indicate and then exited, with a happy face: "Sure enough, it is more refined and subtle! I'm leaving first!"
Where are the improvements? It was obviously several months apart, so everything was new again. Of course Liu Xiaolou would not expose it, he said goodbye with a smile, and reminded before leaving: "Brother Yun, there are seven more times!"
Yun Ao hurriedly returned home, waving his hand and saying, "I got it!"
Suddenly he stopped again and said to Liu Xiaolou: "I almost forgot, something happened to your Thirteenth Prince. He seemed to be captured by the Badong monk in Zhuoshui."
