"A hundred years ago, the Qi State had not yet been divided into the three kingdoms. As early as that time, the Emperor of Qi had already set up Panshan people in the western border. No one, including the nobles of the Qi State, had ever expected that in the eyes of nobles like them, , the humble and humble first-generation Panshan people will emerge as tiger generals who can single-handedly frighten other countries." Wu Shuang, who seemed to see through the young man's anger at the moment, returned to the thatched cottage with a smile, shook the wine bottle taken from the carriage, and signaled to his disciples Please drink two cups less.
The wine entered his liver and intestines. Wu Shuang, who had always been a bad drinker, sat upright and said solemnly: "In the tenth year of Zexuan, Gao Chongguan conquered the Hao Kingdom, attacked Wudang Pass, known as the gate of Zhongzhou, and attacked the city with heavy infantry. Unlucky, I went into battle naked and was hit by a crossbow, trampling on the cast iron city gate and knocking on the country's gate."
"In the twelfth year of Zexuan, the advisors of the Hao State planned to dig up the river embankment and flood the city, trapping the entire Qi army in Mo Mansion. They mobilized several times the Qi army's heavy cavalry to besiege the city. Gao Chongguan came out again and led the unloaded troops. Jia's two hundred infantrymen, in full view of the public, defeated two thousand and five heavy cavalry, shot down the commander's flag with one arrow, and returned to the city gracefully. The morale was greatly shaken, and all the troops in the city bared their right arms and rushed out of the city gate, overwhelming countless Hao troops. After this After the first battle, the Hao Kingdom was no longer able to defend half of its territory, so Gaoqi Zhang was named the Redback Army." Wu Shuang narrowed his eyes slightly and sighed. As they talk about it, they can't help but feel majestic.
A fantasy. This was Yun Zhong's first thought when he heard this. He had little knowledge and had never seen the majestic city wall, but he knew in his heart that crushing the city gate could really be accomplished by one person? But then he gave up his doubts. If you don't have the skills, you won't have the skills, but my master has never lied, so I couldn't help but believe him six or seven times.
The wine spilled on the table. Wu Shuang frowned and glared at the absent-minded young man angrily. It was okay to lose consciousness, but we had to wait until it was time to pour the wine. There was no restaurant in front of us and a desolate mountain pass behind us. We only carried a few bottles of wine, which was a waste of natural resources.
After a while, the young man finally came back to his senses. When he saw the mess on the table, he felt extremely distressed. He had lost three or four glasses of good wine in vain. But there was nothing he could do. He quickly wiped the rag on the table and smiled at Wu Shuang, "Does what I just said have anything to do with my mountain run tomorrow?"
"Of course it has something to do with it." Wu Shuang drank the glass of wine in front of her and was quite satisfied. She stood up and walked to the window, pointed at Xiaofeng and said, "Let me ask you, when it rained heavily in the early morning and the carriage was frightened, have you ever seen the rain wash away loose materials? Rock?"
"I've seen it." The young man nodded and thought to himself: "How did you know? Wasn't he sleeping soundly at that time?" But he understood that now was not the time to make jokes, so he followed silently and listened quietly to the teachings. Wu Shuang nodded, put his hands behind his back and said slowly, "When rocks roll down in the rain, rocks that are round and edgeless on the same terrain naturally roll down longer than rocks that are jagged and weird."
"But don't forget one thing. If the surface of the stone is smooth, but the interior of the stone is intertwined with dark patterns, and it will be broken when it falls, how can it go further? Leave these questions for you to think about in the future. If you can’t figure it out, just climb the mountain, there’s no harm in it anyway.”
When the young man thought about it, he really couldn't figure it out for a while, so he had to give up, bowed his hands to the master, and climbed the mountain with a sad face. The bamboo curtain was raised, and Zhu Yeqing, who had been eavesdropping for a long time, stepped out of the back room, bowed to Wu Shuang, and asked Wu Shuang to sit down. It's easy to ask the gods but hard to send them away. Even though the bamboo leaf green's spiritual intelligence may not be higher than that of ordinary people, he can still survive for a while in the world of mortals. This is something he still understands. Since this god has no murderous intention towards him, he has to stay for a few more days, so he might as well serve him well.
"The old man looks at this young man, as if he has not yet entered the path of spiritual practice. Moreover, he is still young, and although he is precociously intelligent, is it too hasty for him to force himself to understand the principles just now?" After careful consideration, Zhu Yeqing asked Wu tentatively. Frost. "It's late. The mess in the north hasn't been sorted out yet, and that sour scholar can't stand his stubborn temper." Wu Shuang shook his head, his face solemn, and the sword standing at the door was trembling. He waved his hand to suppress it, "I'm afraid it won't be long before the world is about to change. My character is no longer so indifferent."
"In addition, a person in the extreme state cannot spy on the quality of his bones and veins. Let him train his body in advance. Even if he fails to practice in the future, with his infatuation and extraordinary body, he can still survive in the coming troubled times. Rely on me more." After hearing these words, Zhu Yeqing's heart shook violently.
It's not that it's timid, it's just that Wu Shuang's cultivation is already extraordinary and holy in its view, but it's still not the ultimate state. What's more, what kind of chaos can make this immortal feel like he's facing a powerful enemy and can't hold his own sword? Biting the tip of his tongue, Zhuyeqing barely managed to steady his mind. The coming chaos was not something he could worry about.
"I still have one last question." Zhuye Qing clasped his fists and said solemnly, "I'm sure that senior already knows the origin of the Panshan people's waist badge. I dare to ask why you didn't kill me."
Wu Shuang leaned against the window and sneered: "Don't be an old man. Compared with those shrunken old turtles, you are in the prime of your life." As far as the eye could see, the setting sun was about to fade, and the remaining light reflected the hills, and a person could be faintly seen. The young man followed his example and clasped his hands behind his back, moving towards the top of the mountain with dangerous steps. The young man's half-long black hair, which was spread over his shoulders, was soaked with sweat and tied up, sticking to his cheeks.
"Don't think too much. Those members of the self-proclaimed orthodox sect really think that they are immortals. They are killing demons and defending the way every day. They don't know that the worst thing is actually the human heart. They are indiscriminate and deserve the most punishment. As for waist cards. For one thing, I think the owner of that brand is not a good person, so I will kill him. What does it have to do with me?" After saying that, Wu Shuang walked out of the house, the big sleeves of his green satin robe fluttering with his steps, like the breeze filling his sleeves.
"I think you... have good snake qualities."
As soon as the seemingly teasing words fell, behind him, the old snake suddenly burst into tears.
When I came down the wooden steps, I heard the crowing of chickens under the thatched hut, and the chubby immortal man clucked his lips and muttered something.
"Who said running up mountains is useless? This chicken runs up mountains every day, isn't it so cool?"
