After returning to the mountain that day, Liu Qing never mentioned the drunkard who tied the yellow rope through the gourd with anyone except to inform his master. Although Qian Yin went down the mountain several times, he also brought out some scattered silver coins. , asked the monastic craftsmen to put more effort into building a school in the village, which can temporarily accommodate the gentleman who came to apply for the job. As for when the school will be opened, it will be decided by the master after the new year.
People say that there is no time in the mountains. It seems that in the blink of an eye, Yun Zhong and Zhao Ziyang stepped into the gate of Nangong Mountain. It has been more than a month. The skyscape has also changed several times. It has entered the coldest season of the year. The entire Nangong Mountain The tops of the mountains are lined with embroidered silver, even the trees are almost tightly wrapped in plain snow, the rime is foggy, and the doors are blocked by heavy snow.
Not to mention that all the ancient cedar trees in the mountains are covered with loose snow and dust like silver and jade, even the extremely long mountain roads are condensed into a dragon that is about to rise, carrying the long way to the sky, thousands of miles of sky above, smoke. The clouds are floating and chaotic, and the north wind is blowing up and down in a mighty force. In the cold forest, it is solemn and solemn. The cornices of buildings high and low in Nangong Mountain are all covered with white dust, ice hangs high, a strong wind blows, and dust and snow weigh on the shoulders. For example, another burst of snow falls in Nangong Mountain.
Although the snow scene is nice, it has made Yun Zhong and Zhao Ziyang, the youngest in the family, miserable. In addition to their morning work, they have to clear the snow in front of the door every day. At first, Zhao Ziyang also danced a broom that was nearly human height, as if the broom in his palm was not an ordinary broom made of old bamboos, but a hanging spear. While waving it, he was mumbling something, and so on. The gun can defeat ten people, and then it can defeat hundreds of people, and then thousands of people can defeat ten thousand enemies. However, within a few days, I felt a little lack of interest. I hugged the broom and was bored, looking at Yun Zhong who was still snowing. I don’t know what to think.
"Senior brother, what do you think I'm doing?" Yun Zhong stopped what he was doing and used his hand to touch his face. "Is it because there's dust on my face and I look weird?"
Zhao Ziyang shook his head helplessly and continued to hold the broom and said, "No, no, I'm just curious about why your kid is so happy every day, waking up early and going to bed late, practicing every day, even doing this kind of sweeping. Xue’s errands are all meticulous, what are you trying to do?”
The young man's face was full of doubts, "It's not for nothing. It's your job to do things for our master. Just get used to it. As for practice, it has been like this since I became a master. Now that I have become a master, of course I have to be more diligent. , I’ll save you from having to worry about Master in the future.”
The curiosity in Zhao Ziyang's eyes became even more intense. After some hesitation, he still asked hesitantly: "What about that, junior brother, I saw that in the old book that Master gave me, it probably said that there are five realms of cultivation. What realm are you at now? "
"First Realm." The young man was a little embarrassed.
"I am in the second level." Zhao Ziyang was even more embarrassed. He frowned and thought for a long time before saying, "Not to mention your talent, you should be older than me to get started. You can never break through the level, so you have never thought about your own cultivation method. Something's wrong?"
Yun Zhong clicked his tongue, gathered the dirty snow under the broom into a pile, and then said slowly, "Master said that it is difficult for me to make progress in my practice. It is probably because the meridians and acupuncture points are too narrow and long, making it difficult for the internal energy to flow smoothly. , even if there are no mistakes in the practice method, it is estimated that it will be difficult to make progress. It is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice, and she will be blind. She can only endure it slowly."
"It's hard for you too." Zhao Ziyang scratched his neck and spoke softly, "People are born with all kinds of differences, whether it is cultivation talent, natural luck, or family background, it is all the same. There are all kinds of people in the world, and thousands of people come and go. , Most of them are nothing out of the ordinary, God has already determined their destiny, and there is nothing in their destiny. No matter how hard they fight, they cannot escape the destiny at all."
"This is not necessarily true. When senior brother was at the foot of the mountain, didn't he not expect to be able to enter the Xianjia sect now? Even if the master gave the ancient book, if he didn't practice it, it would be difficult to enter Nangong." Compared to Zhao Ziyang , Yun Zhong's tone at this moment was more open-minded, he lowered his eyebrows and said with a smile, "I was originally a poor boy in a remote country. To be able to travel all over the world and be lucky enough to enter the school is considered to be favored by God, and my fate is determined by God. This statement is ultimately a fallacy."
"That's true. Who knows what will happen in the future." Zhao Ziyang looked at the young man's eyes, which were as clear as a clear pool of blue abyss, and suddenly realized that his junior brother was indeed very suitable for practicing swordsmanship.
It is transparent inside and outside, sharp and straight, and is a gentleman's weapon.
In the building, Wu Shuang's shout came slowly.
"Third and fourth, it's the end of the year, so hurry up and change the peach charms at the door, and write two couplets. As for the snow in front of the door, I will help you two sweep it away."
Zhao Ziyang was relieved, threw the broom away, and responded hurriedly, "Okay, disciple, take the order." Then he said to Yun Zhong, "Senior brother, if you have to write a broken word, it will be very ugly. Defeat Nan At the threshold of Gongshan, I’ll leave the job of writing the couplets to you, senior brother, go and change the peach charms.”
"Just listen to senior brother." The young man put the broom away and smiled slightly.
The origin of peach charms is all recorded in a book of customs and customs. The article says: In ancient times, two brothers, named Tu and Yu, lived under the peach tree on Dushuo Mountain. They were surrounded by hundreds of ghosts. The ghosts came in and used reed ropes to help them. Stick to eating tigers. Therefore, on New Year's Eve, the county magistrate decorated the door with peach figures, hanging reeds, and tigers, as had happened before.
Therefore, later generations chose a peach board, six inches long and three inches wide, on which the names of the two gods Tu Yulei were engraved, and then hung in front of the door. According to legend, the peach tree has the power to suppress evil and exorcise ghosts, pray for blessings and eliminate disasters. If the names of the two gods Shen Tu and Yu Lei are placed on the peach tree, the blessings will be even greater. Therefore, for thousands of years, every household has done this. Even poor families will hang peach charms in front of their doors when the first day of the year is approaching, praying to God for blessings in the coming year to be even better than the old one.
Zhao Ziyang moved very quickly and went to the main hall to look for his master Wu Shuang. After receiving the two peach charms, he hurriedly ran out of the mountain gate and hung them on the red lacquer door. He did not forget to look carefully to see if the peach charms were hung symmetrically and securely. Then he ran to Yunzhong's room and watched his junior brother write.
Although Yun Zhong has not been able to calligraphy for a long time, he can use his pen very smoothly, the ink color is smooth, the brushstrokes are light and flowing, and he can finish it in just a moment.
The snow has lingered in Nangong for thousands of years, and spring has lingered in Jiuzhou.
If you write four words horizontally, you will be blessed everywhere.
The power of the pen is extremely strong, and when it is turned, it is like retracting the sheath and stroking the eyebrows.
"Good Spring Festival couplets, good peach charms, this way, Nangong Mountain will definitely be prosperous in the coming year." An extra person appeared out of thin air in the room, with two swords in his hands, his posture was casual, "But the heavy snow still needs to be swept away, as a good sign .”
The sound of firecrackers started, and a sword light went straight from the top of Nangong Mountain down the hundred-mile mountain road, brushing away countless snow, dust and old ice.
Outside the gate of Nangong Mountain, Wu Shuang watched the aftermath of the sword energy shaking countless ancient trees and snow dust, falling down. He came back to his senses and smiled at several of his disciples, "Today is the Chinese New Year. When we stay up for the New Year at night, my master will naturally know how to celebrate the new year." I will give you, the juniors, a few copper coins to celebrate the new year. I hope that after the next year, the world will be fine and the disciples of Nangong Mountain can follow the righteous path of Haoran, follow the heavens, and gradually get better."
"It's just like the sword energy from eight hundred miles away from the hand, traveling thousands of miles away, sweeping away injustices, doing good things for the world, living up to the blue clouds, and not going astray. It comes out of this mountain, like clouds reaching the ground, and the clothes and hats are not stained by dust."
Wu Shuang said warmly: "It can be like a flying cattail, scattered all over the world; it can be like a root node, pulling out stems one by one; it can be like a spark, slowly reaching the water of the nine heavens."
Among the four disciples of Nangong Mountain, Liu Qing looked gentle, Qian Yin looked cheerful, Zhao Ziyang raised his eyebrows slightly, and Yun Zhong was full of joy.
"Okay, let's go play sparrow cards and see if I can win over you guys selling clothes." Wu Shuang chuckled, his body flashed, and he stepped back to the main hall in an instant.
In the villages at the foot of the mountain, sporadic firecrackers sounded, bursting and rising, and sparks slowly bloomed in the dark night.
The new year has come,
The world rejoices. .
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