Henghua had a dark face and slapped the table directly: "Old man, you want me to go out and fight with someone like me who is a talented person who teaches scriptures and studies? That's the job of Third Brother and the others."
The exercise deduction is at a critical moment, how can you go out distractedly at this time?
Xiangfeng: "..."
He swallowed his words silently, but he didn't intend to take Xiao Liu'er out.
Xiaoliu has never gone out seriously since he moved into Langhuan Hall thirty years ago. His fighting skills are too low.
If you take him there, won't you be burdening yourself?
He thought with disdain: Researchers who teach scriptures and perform techniques can just be protected within the clan.
"If you are told to go, just go. There is so much nonsense. You are a boy who never leaves the house and never takes a step forward. He is more delicate than a little girl. Letting you go out and see the world will be good for your future."
"It's no good. On the contrary, it delays my practice. I am the brains of the entire Fu family who is the disciple of the scriptures who deduce the techniques. The future practice of the entire Fu family depends on my calculations. My existence is the hope of the Fu family. !”
Fu Henghua pointed at the tip of his nose, without any shame: "I am extremely weak in combat. If anything goes wrong if I go out. That will be the Fu family's biggest loss. Don't ever say you are sorry for my parents, let alone all my ancestors." . Under the Nine Springs, great-grandfather and great-great-grandfather will whip you."
"You kid..."
Fudanwei was furious. If this grandson hadn't been raised by himself, he would have been slapped to death.
"Whip me with a whip? I'll whip you bastard to death first."
I am a great golden elixir monk, who would dare to talk to me like this on weekdays?
"There is no need to discuss this matter, and you don't want to think about it. You haven't been out for many years."
"Nonsense, I went out the day before yesterday."
"Yes, I came to Panlong Pavilion to pay my respects to me. I didn't even go out to Panlong Island."
"It's not that close from Langhuan Pavilion to Longshou Peak, okay?"
Fudanwei said with disdain on his face: "It's only a few miles away, and you can reach it in just a few seconds without having to walk, and you don't even need to take your shoes with you.
"After paying my respects the day before yesterday, I had a bowl of bimilong bamboo rice and an arowana cooked for three hundred years."
Panlong Island is not a big place, but it occupies the lower-grade Panlong Spiritual Veins. Here, grains are grown and fish and livestock are raised freely. Being nourished by the spiritual veins, they naturally turn into spiritual grains and spiritual fish.
This type of food is no worse than elixirs for monks.
"By the way, take away the ruby ornaments I placed in the study room - by the way, where is my 'Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix'?"
Fudanwei scanned around and couldn't see where the ornament was.
Fu Henghua's eyes wandered for a moment: "It's on the third floor."
Sold, no, ready to sell. Continue to buy figurines and demonstrate the exercises for us, our ancestors and our grandchildren.
As a monk who performs Kung Fu and transmits Dharma, Fu Henghua naturally does not simply help others calculate Kung Fu. He is also calculating his own practice method.
And he looked down on low-level exercises, and was determined to tailor a top-level exercise for himself.
In addition, when the elders in the family did not agree, they had to calculate the infant transformation technique for the old man.
Naturally, the old man’s usual pocket money cannot sustain it. He needs to keep going to the old man to act coquettishly, flirt with the autumn wind, and exchange things for money.
Even this is not enough, he also needs to help people demonstrate exercises and translate ancient books from time to time in exchange for money.
but--
No one will pay attention to the acting mage who is not famous outside. He was clearly in the business of "tailor-made exercises," but not many people believed him.
Rather than finding an unknown magician, wouldn't it be better to ask each major sect to copy a copy of the exercises?
Compared with one that is specially made for oneself, there are those that are ready-made and have been passed down for hundreds of years. The techniques that everyone practices are more trustworthy.
The only one who asked him to order exercises.
The first demonic monk, after Heng Hua finished calculating the technique and the other party just got it, immediately turned against him and wanted to kill someone. As a result, the opponent and the Qiankun Bag were reduced to ashes.
Naturally, Henghua couldn't get the remaining money, and he couldn't become famous.
The second immortal monk took away Fu Henghua's custom-made skills and disappeared. So far, he only paid a deposit. He was so angry that his liver hurt during those days, and he almost went to his grandfather to ask for help in hunting him down.
But he didn't dare to speak out and could only suffer silently.
Because the Fu family does not allow Fu Henghua to perform exercises privately, let alone customize them privately. If Fudanwei knew about it, he would be the first to break his grandson's leg.
Fu Xiangfeng stepped forward to comfort his grandfather with words.
"You need to calm down. If Xiao Liu'er doesn't want to go out, then he won't go out. Later, let him go to your place to say hello more often, three times a day, as a training exercise."
Henghua's eyes widened and he stared at Fu Xiangfeng.
What a loss. Three times a day, how can I still have time to read and perform?
"Do I care how many times he greets you? I plan to let him go out! Do you know how many years he hasn't left the island?"
He gestured to Fu Xiangfeng: "Ten years, exactly ten years! This kid spends all day in the library. How can he ever leave Langhuan Hall on weekdays?"
Henghua yawned and was too lazy to listen to the old man's complaints.
After ten years, I’m tired of hearing it. Still thinking about which book to read tonight. Magic? No, let’s practice qigong. Forget it, let’s just talk about it...
"The farthest he walks in a day is from Langhuan Pavilion to the Dragon Head Hall in front. Tell him not to just sit, but to walk around more. He never listens!"
"Why don't I exercise?"
The young man came back to his senses, bared his teeth and said, "I exercise a lot on weekdays."
"Yeah, come on, tell me, third brother, how do you exercise?"
Henghua raised his chin and said confidently: "Practice the whip technique and the wind-controlling light body technique."
"Tch - the whipping method? You take a spinning top and a whip and beat them around the gate of the Langhuan Pavilion a few times a day. Is that exercise? Do you mean to say that you practice the whipping method?"
Xiang Feng opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.
"Balance work and rest, understand? My "Changchun Gong" requires stillness and no movement. Breathing some air and getting some sunshine every day is enough."
Anyway, it's just a transition, and his real skills will be revealed soon. When the time comes, you will have to take off your practice again, so why bother to practice hard?
I chose "Eternal Spring Gong" because this exercise has the strongest effect of extending life and improving appearance.
Nowadays, Henghua's face is as tender as that of a fourteen-year-old or fifteen-year-old, all thanks to the beauty-preserving effect of "Changchun Gong".
Xiangfeng watched his grandfather and cousin arguing, sighed, and didn't bother to pay attention.
After all, the cousin who was raised by his grandfather is not afraid of his grandfather's hot temper.
He calmly looked at the interior decoration. There were four screens in the center of the hall, separated by a small study room. There are not only tables, chairs, and bookcases inside, but also incense tables, tea tables, musical instruments, and ancient cabinets. There are all kinds of exquisite furnishings on the cabinets.
Suddenly, his eyes were attracted by a strange tower building on the cabinet.
The tall building has no cornices and corners, and is square and upright, a palm-sized rectangular parallelepiped.
It turned out that the object was white in color, and Xiang Feng mistakenly thought it was an ivory sculpture. But when I walked over and took a closer look, I saw that it was actually carved and piled up with long-grained rice.
This is the dragon scale rice produced on Panlong Island.
The rice grains are warm and white, and the inside is hollow. There is a small room in each grain of rice. Eight or nine huts are stacked on one floor, and rice grains are piled on top of each other. The scenes in the houses are different. There are even children, old and young, playing and reading in some huts.
After careful calculation, this palm-sized rectangular tall building actually has hundreds of rooms.
"What a delicate craftsmanship. Although I have been practicing for a long time and have mastered swordsmanship, I have never been good at such subtle things."
Over there, the grandfather and grandson were arguing to no avail. They saw Xiang Feng staring at the small ornaments in a daze.
Fu Danwei hummed: "Now, do you know how idle your cousin is on weekdays? He is hiding in the library with nothing to do, making rice sculptures and sand sculptures. What's the use of playing with things to lose one's mind?"
"Art, this is art. And practicing manual skills is helpful for forming seals and casting spells."
"Tch—you have this skill, why not practice your sword well? When you are walking outside, your skill in making spells and casting spells is enough to make several sword strikes."
Over there, the grandfather and grandson started to quarrel again.
Xiangfeng stared at the tall rice-carved building and saw a handful of gravel arranged into squares next to it. Each grain of sand has a very tiny word carved on it. If it weren’t for Xiang Feng’s successful cultivation and his vision as bright as a torch, I’m afraid he wouldn’t be able to see clearly:
The spirit does not wander out, the essence does not vent, and the qi does not dissipate.
When the Five Elements and Four Symbols enter the middle palace, why worry about the golden elixir not forming its own knot?
There are true stars inside and corresponding outside, and the eyes are filled with empty flowers and white snow falling.
One yang comes to return to Haizijiao, and Tuanluan Moon appears in it.
…
Xiang Feng understood it carefully and found that this poem was actually a spiritual practice.
He secretly marveled at his cousin's accomplishments in performing martial arts.
After thinking about it, he felt ashamed: his third uncle and his third aunt passed away, and his cousin moved to Langhuan Hall alone. I take good care of him on weekdays and consciously repay my uncle and aunt's kindness. But now my cousin is carving words on grains of sand and making sculptures on grains of rice, which shows how lonely he is on weekdays. This is an oversight on our part.
After thinking about it, he said to Fu Henghua: "As family monks, we should work hard and make contributions to the family. If you stay at home every day, how can you do anything for the family..."
Seeing Fu Henghua flaunting his identity jade badge, Xiang Feng suddenly remembered his identity and responsibilities, and suppressed the next words.
"I don't just enjoy the protection of the family. I have made much more contributions to the family than you, third brother. When you go out to conquer territory, you just record one big merit or a few small merits. But I calculate merit for the clan members all day long. Dharma, great merit...haha...in terms of merit, I alone can compare with all of our peers."
"Ahem..."
Xiang Feng decisively changed his explanation: "Staying in the library every day will make you bored sooner or later. You should go out more often to see the scenery and socialize with people. It helps to cultivate your sentiments and increase your knowledge."
"There is gold in the book, and there is human kindness in the book. I am guarding the Langhuan Pavilion, and in the book I can see the various aspects of the world, the joys and sorrows. It's very good."
"Isn't this lonely? Apart from Xiaoyu and Hengshou, you are too lonely and lonely."
think carefully. If my grandfather is not here ten years from now. The other people in Baihuangtang moved away, but only my cousin stayed on Panlong Island. Wouldn't it make it even more lonely?
Xiangfeng immediately understood his grandfather's loving heart and persuaded him to travel.
But after hearing this, Fu Henghua shook his head: "I read and have fun every day, perform mystical skills, and have a lot of friends to accompany me. It's good, I'm not lonely at all."
"Friends?"
Fu Xiangfeng looked strange and subconsciously looked at Fu Danwei.
He was stuck in the library all day. Where did he get his friends?
Fudanwei thought of something, sneered twice, and stood to one side with his arms folded: "Boy, introduce those friends of yours to your third brother."
Henghua rolled his eyes and was too lazy to pay attention to him: "Old man, my name is Fengya, do you understand Fengya?"
"Scorched branches and withered leaves will die at the end of the year; pieces of clay and porcelain will break if touched. How can we talk about 'elegance' in these dead things?"
Seeing his grandfather and grandson talking in circles, Xiang Feng said kindly: "If you have friends, please introduce me to Brother Yu. By chance, Brother Yu is back this time with a lot of gifts, so I can give him a meeting gift."
"That's not necessary. Third brother, just give it all to me."
Xiang Feng smiled and said: "Your share is indispensable. But everyone of your friends should also have a share."
After listening, Henghua pointed at the desk.
Objects flew from the table.
"Come on, come and pay tribute to my third brother."
First, several brushes flew over and turned into slender men of letters, nodding to Fu Xiangfeng.
"This is a letter from my family, and it is nicknamed 'Zunxin Shishi'. My confidants have been seeing each other day and night, and have not been able to break up for thirty years."
Another pair of gold scissors for cutting paper flew over with a "click, click, click" and circled around Xiangfeng three times, making the appearance of a woman in gold clothes.
Henghua said again: "This is Qi Sifeng, the elegant work of 'Kuaige Yinjun'."
"..."
Fu Xiangfeng's face was stiff and he could no longer maintain his smile.
Then another seal flew over.
"This is Mr. Mingxin."
Heng Hua clapped his hand, and the magic power entered the seal. He turned into a young man in white who was very similar to Heng Hua.
With a smile on his face, the young master bowed to Feng Ji and then returned to the table.
Xiang Feng opened his mouth and stared at these study objects in stunned silence.
Pen holder, water bottle, paperweight, inkstone...
Henghua called the names one by one and asked them to transform into human forms and salute before returning to their original places.
Finally, a bamboo cage jumped up from the bed. There are two small balls inside that are shaking back and forth and ringing.
Henghua: "Summer started the day before yesterday and the weather is getting hotter. My new favorite now is definitely 'Mrs. Bamboo'."
Mrs. Bamboo is also a young slave. This bamboo woven utensil is used to keep cool in summer.
She transformed into a beauty in green clothes, bowed deeply to Xiang Feng, and returned to Chuang Hall again.
Taking a deep breath, Fu Xiangfeng forced a smile: "Cousin, are these your so-called friends?"
How boring would it be to give Wen Bao a name and an official title?
"That's not all. There are also a group of flower customers outside my library."
"When spring comes, watch beauties fighting and dancing for favor. In summer, talk about mysteries with the people of Youxi. In the golden autumn, go to the birthday guest banquet and eat rock guest cinnamon wine. In the third winter, sleep with the cold and wait for the spring dawn."
Xiangfeng was confused for a moment when he heard what he said.
Fudanwei hummed: "This boy is talking about the flowers and plants at the entrance of the library.
"The demonic one is peach blossoms. The beautiful one is apricot blossoms. When spring comes, he looks at the peach and apricot blossoms from the window. Youxi is a thing of orchids and lotus, which is loved by Taoist monks like us. It can be used to talk about Taoism. Shouyan is gold Ying and Osmanthus. When admiring the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, he went into the chrysanthemum bush and drank sweet-scented osmanthus wine. The so-called cold guests were plum blossoms and wintersweet. When the flowers withered in winter, he waited for the next spring with the plum blossoms and wintersweet.
"He has lived in the library for thirty years, and he has watched thirty rounds of spring, summer, autumn and winter here."
Name the flower for leisure.
Xiang Feng thought for a while and asked tentatively: "Xiao Liu'er plans to enlighten these flowers and trees and create some flower and tree elves?"
When he was traveling abroad, he also saw a monk raising a harem of flower spirits and having fun every day.
"The success of plants and trees all depends on chance. If flower guests like me have this opportunity, I will not be stingy in teaching the Dharma. If it is just the four seasons, withering and prosperity, then let them be."
Having lived in two lifetimes and spent thirty years cultivating himself in the library, Henghua had a very understanding mentality.
"Okay, third brother, grandfather. You don't have to worry about me. If I feel bored, I will go out and walk around."
Seeing that Xiangfeng wanted to persuade him again, Henghua pointed to the fish pond outside the door and said, "These fish are swaying in the water. Do you think they are happy or miserable?"
"I'm not a fish, how can I know their happiness and suffering?"
"Third brother is not a fish and does not understand the happiness of fish. He is also not me and does not know my happiness."
Read the book and act at ease.
The only thing Henghua is worried about right now is his grandfather's remaining ten years of life.
For this reason, he will soon have to travel outside, but not now.
Fengmen Island, there is no point in going there.
But Vodanwei’s attitude was very firm this time:
"There is no room for rejection in this matter. Go with your third brother and go around. No matter how you deduce the skills, your own practice cannot be left behind. I don't want to hear anymore that a foundation-building monk cannot survive the Qi refining period and becomes a person of various kinds. A big family joke.”
Suddenly, Fu Henghua was silent.
He crossed his arms and seemed to be thinking about something.
Fu Danwei realized that the other party was speechless, and with a face full of shame, he continued: "Although the boy from the Wei family is a swordsman prodigy, he has recently joined the East China Sea Sword Sect. But back then you couldn't beat the Qi Refining stage in the foundation building stage, you Aren’t you ashamed?”
The Wei family and the Fu family have an old feud.
Ten years ago, Fudanwei had to persuade him to let this kid go out once. As a result, the genius of the Wei family blocked the door. Not only did this kid fail miserably, he also used this as an excuse to hide in the Langhuan Pavilion and never go out again.
He said to himself, it’s too dangerous outside. It is not suitable for a wise man like him to perform calculations.
"When I was your age, even if I could defeat all the invincible opponents around me, I would not lose to a mere little Qi-refining monk."
Heng Hua said faintly: "Today is the seventh day of April. Counting the time, the idiot from the Wei family should be dead, right?"
"Death? Can you still tell whether he is dead or not?"
Hearing about the genius of the Wei family's sword cultivation, Xiang Feng's heart moved and his eyes became subtle.
"There is no shame in losing once," Fudanwei said earnestly. "Go out for a walk with your third brother and improve your fighting skills. Win back next time. You know, no one can win forever. Just once. Defeat is nothing.”
"Grandpa believes that with your talent, you will be able to defeat that kid next time you meet him."
No, don't believe it.
Fudanwei didn't believe in his heart that a lazy guy like him who was not good at fighting could beat that swordsman wizard.
That was a swordsman prodigy who swept across the younger generation. According to the estimation of this group of people, it only takes eighty years for that boy to create the golden elixir of the Great Dao.
However, let the grandchildren go out and see the scenery and have more freedom. It is also one of the few things he can do before he dies.
Thinking of this and looking at the two grandsons in front of him, Fudanwei fell into sadness.
"Look back, I will pass on my magic weapon to you. If you meet that guy again, just——"
"Grandpa, there may be no need to fight. If Xiao Liuer meets Wei Xingyu again..."
"We can definitely win!"
Fudanwei came back to his senses and winked at Xiangfeng frequently.
Although he knew he couldn't win, he still had to say something nice to get this kid out.
Xiang Feng said helplessly: "When I came back, I did see people from the Donghai Sword Sect going to the Wei family to report the funeral. There is a high probability that it was Wei Xingyu."
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Supplementary entry:
When Tianzu was young, he loved reading and was fond of elegance. He often had fun with flowers and named cultural treasures. Today's Bao Ya name comes from this.
——"The Chronicles of the Fu Family·The Biography of Fu Henghua"
