Wu Shuang walked out of the door of the Taoist temple and suddenly felt the deserted mountain breeze. He found an empty spot and squatted down, putting his hands into his sleeves, like a porter in the market. He didn't have the awe-inspiring attitude when he spoke just now, and he looked like a philistine. Behind him, Li Baoyu also squatted down, put his hands into his Taoist robe, took out the bald whisk, waved it back and forth in front of Wu Shuang, who was looking around, and said with a sneer, "So you were holding this one last time." Waiting for your thoughts, so you ignore the obstruction and even do it with me, just for the sake of the right path you uphold?"
At that time, the teacher preached in a country's literary circles, saying that aristocratic families would be destroyed, that mansions would collapse because of aristocratic families, that emperors and generals would be destroyed, and that the people would be destroyed at the hands of nobles. And standing behind the green shirt was a young swordsman who cut off the hair on the end of a Taoist's fly whisk. Without looking back, he attacked the five masters alone until the gentleman finished his sermon. There was no good piece of flesh left in his body. An old Taoist once joked that Wu Shuang drank three bowls of wine under the eyes of the Lord of Hell, and then peed heartily for five thousand miles before he returned to the world with unfulfilled desires. Even with such a tragic end, it was probably because the five top talents at that time did not kill Wu Shuang but spared Wu Shuang's life because they cared about their talents.
Wu Shuang chuckled. With how thick-skinned he was, he would not care about the burrs in the old Taoist words. Even though he heard the latter's sarcasm, he never really took it to heart. "Life is so short that people have to do something shocking." It's important to live up to what a man does when it's important."
The old Taoist was unmoved and curled his lips coldly: "Wu Dajianxian, next time you say such heroic words, can you retract the finger in your nostril into your sleeve? How old are you? It's disgusting." Wu Shuang He smiled heartily, put his hand on Lao Dao's shoulder and patted him, "I'll definitely do it next time."
The sea of clouds gradually calmed down, the sun hung high, and its golden light illuminated the Taoist temple, as if it were poured with hot golden juice. The stars are disappearing and the late moon is fading.
"How is my apprentice?" "It's not bad, but this test is enough to show that he is not a good candidate for cultivating Taoism."
"Talent in swordsmanship is enough. Why ask for so much and only add to the obstruction." "Now I really can't tell whether you are a member of the Taoist sect or I am a member of the Taoist sect. What do you want?"
"Picture of the Shuoshu wine you hid."
"Supreme Lord, if you want wine, you will not risk your life."
The middle-aged shopkeeper pushed the old man with his shoulder, looking stoic, not even the slightest bit like a swordsman in the eyes of secular people.
"Next time we meet, you will have to look for me in Dongzhou, but it's okay, you don't have to come to me to eat and drink." The old Taoist stood up, took out a talisman from somewhere, and handed it to Wu Shuang without any explanation. Wu Shuang took the talisman, looked at it over and over for a long time, and said in surprise: "Okay, Old Niubi, are you really willing to give it to me this time? I asked you for it several times ten years ago, and I even didn't hesitate to offer it to you for the masterpiece of the most skilled carver." You ignored all the exchanges with you, why did you give it away to me without saying a word this time?" Wu Shuang's question was actually nonsense. It is roughly estimated that the remaining time of this leader of Taoism is only a few years at most. If he does not break through that realm in the remaining years, or pass on his mantle to others, decades later, the world will remember this person. I'm afraid there are only a few Li Baoyu. Only longevity can move people's hearts. Not only is it not an aimless goal, but it is a wise motto.
"Do you really want to pass on everything you have learned to him? It's difficult." Wu Shuang put away her smile and said seriously.
The old Taoist sneered, with a matter-of-fact look on his face, "Otherwise, can we still pass it on to Yan Siguan?" Sure enough, Wu Shuang was right as he thought. From the first time he saw Yan Siguan, to looking at his skills and posture, he vaguely felt that this young martial artist from the Caotai team was , the skill of making moves is very similar to that of this old friend. And because the old Taoist has been dormant on this mountain for these years, not far away from each other, Wu Shuang naturally thought of the hidden meaning. Hearing what the old Tao said, he was quite puzzled for a moment. "Why don't you tell him? Don't tell me that the Dharma should not be passed lightly to people who are not from my Taoist sect. Based on our friendship, how can I still not know who you are?"
The old Taoist waved the bare whisk in his hand twice in the air, "There is a lot of knowledge in Taoism. If I were to explain it to you carefully, I would probably have to talk about it for several years. To pick up the whisk, the weight of the whisk is light, just as the Taoism is pure and thick." But if there is nothing but heaviness and no lightness, how can I follow my old path? Rather than burying his heavy and majestic momentum, it is better to let him explore on his own. He may not go further than my path. Wait for him to go After a lot of training in the army, after a few years, if you practice hard and diligently, maybe another Gao Chongguan will emerge."
"Don't worry about everything. I can still run around for a few more years. If I can break through, I will have plenty of time to get along with my disciple. But if I fail to break through, I'm afraid I won't be able to handle things in the north." The old Taoist stroked his beard and said, Very open-minded, "At that time, I still have to count on you to take care of me and take my disciple away from this mountain to ensure that he is safe and sound. Sooner or later, it will be possible to revive my way in the world, and it will not be difficult to even take it one step further." .”
Wu Shuang nodded silently and looked back at the Taoist boy at the door of the Taoist temple. The latter was struggling to dig out a strange stone from the wall of the Taoist temple, then walked to the edge of the cliff and threw the strange stone down the mountain with a look of disgust on his face.
At noon, Wu Shuang returned with his sword. Not long after, he arrived at the outer edge of the pressure cage forest. From a distance, he saw a horse being held in the clouds. It was probably because he had spent too much energy in the previous attack. The young man now stood there blankly, his arms stretched out. His eyes were dull, but his right hand still held the broken sword tightly. But as the distance got closer, Wu Shuang couldn't help but look serious on the sword. He didn't pay attention to it before, just thinking that the bone hairpin sword intent was suddenly poured into the young man's mind, and it was difficult to bear its weight. But after taking a closer look, the young man's neck was exposed, covered with green poisonous lines in all directions, and some even extended to the corners of his mouth and chin. It's as if the poison has been deep and the poison is about to spread to the Xinmai Lingtai, which is really eerie and terrifying. The pounder next to him was also greatly frightened, and his whine continued, which could be heard far away in the open forest and was clearly distinguishable.
Wu Shuangqiang took a deep breath and urged the natal sword to a high speed. In a few breaths, he rushed to Yun Zhong, took out the century-old snake orchid grass from his sleeve and asked Yun Zhong to take it. The young man had already fainted. How could he know how to avoid poison? Although the cicadas he dealt with were all young for some reason, they were still injured by the poison. In addition, the sword intent of the veteran Li Baoyu was still too powerful for today's young man. , with the power of a hairpin, it forcibly broke the young man's Shinto acupuncture point, causing all the toxins mixed with internal energy to pour into the acupuncture point. He was lucky not to die. The moment before he fainted, he pulled the reins hard and broke the sword, and he still fainted. .
Wu Shuang was confused in his mind, and in his hurry, he forgot to bring two snake orchid plants to the boy. This snake orchid plant can detoxify hundreds of poisons and heal wounds. It is a common spiritual creature walking around the world. Wu Shuang learned about the poisonous plant before. The cicada was about to arrive, so he took it with him one minute in advance, but ignored that the boy didn't know how to deal with the poison at this time. He felt self-blame and helped the boy sit down, trying his luck to force the toxin out of the meridians.
Wu Shuang did not know that Yun Zhong was sleeping deeply. Suddenly, he seemed to see the eight strange meridians in his body, which seemed to be like the crisscrossed fields in the town. Many acupuncture points were like passes, connected in groups, and the meridians were like small intestine paths connecting many passes, from far to near. , since the Dantian stretches to all parts of the body, attached to the blood vessels, roots and bones, strands are entangled. Under the stimulation of the strange poison, it is like a raging wave, the inner energy flows unimpeded, straight and circulates throughout the body, but from the Shenting down, The rules of qi are completely different from the methods taught by the master. If Wu Shuang's teachings are grand and majestic, the path of the young man's internal qi at this time is like a dragonfly touching water, like a wandering cloud and a wild crane. Many places are not implemented correctly, but Taste it briefly, flutter and have a unique pattern.
The dream changed again, and the young man's consciousness suddenly came out of his body, looking down at the surroundings like mountains.
There are foggy shadows in the north, white clouds and grass horses in the east, and strong root knots in the west. In the middle of the Nine Kingdoms, there is a giant eye, and when it opens and closes, the sky and the earth are shaking.
