The older generation in Qiling, whether they are dignitaries or ordinary people, almost all know that there is a place called Wuxi.
The reason is that the founding emperor of Qiling often came here to hold ceremonies to offer sacrifices to heaven. Generally speaking, the emperor's sacrifice to heaven is a crucial event of the year. To ensure safety, the ceremony is usually held on the outskirts of the capital.
First of all, it is close to the capital. If there is an assassin, he will not be so stupid. The masters in the capital are naturally the best in cultivating Taoism. Besides, there are heavy troops guarding the left and right. No one dares to say that it can be done so close to the capital. One blow is successful; secondly, the people can stand on the city wall to watch from a distance. As a king, naturally you should not miss this good opportunity to enhance your prestige.
But the first emperor did the opposite and chose Wuxi, which is to the east of Qiling State and far away from the capital, as the place to worship heaven. This indeed caused some confusion among the civil and military officials at that time, and even a lot of remonstrances. The ministers went to the court to give advice face to face, but they were rejected one by one. It's no wonder that when the ministers came to remonstrate, Qi was divided into three parts, which happened to be a turbulent season. As usual, the name of the country has been decided, and the state is not stable, so the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven can be postponed as appropriate. According to the opinion of the ministers in the court, there are too many things wrong with traveling at this time, so they have repeatedly tried to persuade them, but they have always been persuaded to go back by the Holy Spirit's good words. .
For the next ten years, every day during the heaven-sacrifice ceremony, the founder of the country would bring a group of civil and military officials to Wuxi to worship God and pray for good weather and good harvests for the people in the coming year. It was not until the 12th year of the First Yuan Dynasty when the emperor died due to illness and the new emperor succeeded to the throne that the name of Wuxi was gradually forgotten by the world.
There are only many old and frail people in Qiling who are still talking to their juniors about how magnificent the late emperor was, after tea and dinner, while shaking fans on summer nights.
The origin of the place name Wuxi is because there is a rapid stream as wide as a river, which is divided and detoured by Wuxi, just surrounding the whole huge Wuxi. This is the origin of the word "xi"; Wuze is because it is in this area. There is an old sycamore tree at the edge of the field, but it has no vigorous crown and only a weak root trunk.
A period of time passed, and I don’t know when Wuxi River turned into Wuxi Valley. The originally flat land between the two streams gradually became low-lying and turned into a deep ravine. Every summer, the streams on both sides open up the old road and reach into the valley. They are like two silver curtains hanging on both sides of the valley, creating a wonderful combination in the painting.
"Hey, what kind of wind is blowing my senior brother to the inner gate today?" Unknown to outsiders, there are actually people living in Wuxi Valley. A handsome young man passed the stream beside him and walked toward a Hu in the distance. The middle-aged man with a messy mustache said.
Although he was talking about senior brother, the young man's expression showed no sign of respect, but a sneer on his face.
"Junior brother, long time no see. I was going to meet the master and was thinking about returning home." This slovenly man seemed to have not spoken for a long time. His words were very unclear and his voice was very hoarse.
"Master has been in seclusion for the past two days. Before the retreat, he told us that no outer disciples are allowed to step into the main hall. Only inner disciples who have important matters to report can be allowed to leave at their own discretion." The young man smiled and said with even more disdain. "Actually, from my point of view, senior brother should have returned home a long time ago. After all, you are the only one who has stayed in Wuxi Valley for many years and has never entered the country. Instead of wasting your life here for no reason, it is better to go back as soon as possible. Even if Master knows about it unintentionally, he probably won’t hold him accountable.”
The man was neither impatient nor impatient, and still said gently, "The truth is correct, but you have to abide by the rules for a day in the sect. It is not in line with the disciples to say goodbye without saying goodbye. Please be accommodating, junior brother." The man's clothes It was old and worn, not only soaked to the skin, but also had several scratches on the cuffs, as if it had been climbed down a rock, which was extremely embarrassing.
While the two were talking, little did they know that in the main hall, there was an old man with gray hair and a childlike face, shaking his head and sighing.
"He is of the highest quality, but he has been slow to make any progress. Even I can't figure out why. It's a pity that there is a young man with extraordinary appearance."
Not long after, a little boy ran out of the main hall and said loudly, "Senior Brother Zhang, Master sent me to inform you that you should go home." This boy was so young that even the robes on his body were A little lenient, but extremely articulate. After saying this, he glared at the young man beside him.
The latter immediately fell silent.
Although this boy is very young, he has been following his master every day since he entered the door, and he is extremely favored. I heard from people in the inner sect that the master once personally lamented that the boy's talent was definitely higher than what he had been back then, and it was very possible that he was even as good as the five most outstanding people in the world today. Given time, he would definitely become one of the most talented people in Wuxi Valley. The person who carries the tripod and prospers. How could such an almost evil person be provoked by a disciple like him who had just entered the inner sect?
After the boy glared at the young man, he ran to Zhang Weilu, hugged the latter's legs and said, "Senior brother, you have to come back early, otherwise you will have to drive me crazy by staying in this mountain col all day."
"That's natural." Zhang Weilu chuckled, lifted up the broken hair from the boy's forehead, and said in surprise, "Why are you still crying? Senior brother is not dead."
To put it bluntly, after promising the boy to bring back some things to eat, the handsome little boy let go of Senior Brother Zhang and wiped his tears on the legs of his trousers. Zhang Weilu, who was originally haggard and embarrassed, looked even more miserable.
So Zhang Weilu climbed back to his residence alone to pack his parcel. It is said to be a residence, but in fact it is just a sunken grotto in the valley cliff. The flowing water spreads at the entrance of the cave, which is like a water curtain.
Outsiders don't know that there are more than a hundred disciples in Wuxi Valley, but only a few inner sect disciples. Anyone who can enter the inner sect is talented and diligent in cultivation. The two are indispensable, and they can be regarded as outstanding talents. When you enter the inner gate, you can justifiably live in the main hall at the bottom of the valley. The master will occasionally give lectures, and it is close to the water and the terrace, which has many benefits.
The outer disciples, on the other hand, are only allowed to live in caves with different heights. Although there is a stream of water in the summer, the whole body is refreshing. But climbing up and down the rock every day is not an easy task. The rocks are slippery with water. If you accidentally step on the air, you will fall and break your muscles and bones. Some people who are not blessed will accidentally lose their lives. This shows that the gap between the inner and outer doors is clear. The difference is huge.
When Zhang Weilu first entered the school, he often fell down. Fortunately, his life was not injured and he could recover with daily medication.
There is often a boy squatting at the bottom of the valley, waiting for him to fall to the ground every day, smiling from ear to ear. But after laughing, he always applied medicine to this silly man to heal his injuries.
After going back and forth, this taciturn martial arts idiot became familiar with the boy.
The past is like wind and snow, and it has been several springs and autumns since now.
Zhang Weilu climbed up the cliff and walked westward for dozens of miles. He suddenly felt that the sun was bright and extremely hot.
The martial artist grinned at the sun and said, "Walk a little slower."
The wind carries your feet.
Walk through the air.
