The clouds are becoming more chaotic, and the western mountains are so beautiful that it is difficult to see flying snow.
In the warm tide of Nanli, it is rare to see falling snow. Even at the end of the year, there are only a few scattered snowflakes falling. Before the ground turns pale, it has already turned into drops of water and seeped into the soil. So I am in Nanli The common people feel much more at ease when they see a slight snowfall occasionally. The billowing clouds were billowing hundreds of miles away, and although they seemed to be coming with great force, there was not even a single snowflake in Taichong Ridge after six or seven days, which only made many people feel more depressed.
It would be better if there were no floating clouds covering the sky and the sun, and people had no expectations in their thoughts. But now that the floating clouds are coming, it naturally adds to the joy. Every morning when I get up, I can see the distant mountains and the sky, and I really hope that I can get what I hope for.
With more than a month left before the end of the year, a seriously injured and dying young man came to Taichong Ridge. He stumbled and dismounted, and finally entered the dojo at the end of the ridge, but he was already in a coma.
An old woman walked out of her building in the early morning and went up the mountain to collect medicine. She happened to see this young man. She dragged the young man back to the building with all her strength. After checking his pulse several times, he realized that it was not surprising that the young man had been injured. It is heavy, but the meridians all over the body are extremely deficient in essence, and the Dantian Jiangfu is like withered flowers and trees in winter.
Fortunately, Du Zun's dojo was full of rare herbs and plants. Without the help of anyone else, the old woman had already spent a whole day prescribing the medicine herself, boiling up the decoction and feeding it to the young man, and continued to drink it for three to five days. The bitter decoction made the latter wake up and vomited up the remaining congestion.
"Grandma Yu's medical skills are becoming more and more proficient now. Without you always working beside me, I am afraid that my realm will fall from the fourth realm back to the third realm." The young man with two strands of hair hanging down from his forehead woke up and said leisurely A sigh.
In the battle outside Qiling Pass, Yu Wenyue's internal energy accumulated throughout his body was almost exhausted, and he was seriously injured in many places. Although among those people, Fan Wujiang was the most advanced, but Dou Lian's evil skills It was also difficult to compete with Kang Zongzheng's extremely weird ring-headed sword. Although the young monk treated it that day, it had already eliminated the serious damage that could have caused the root cause of the disease, but the inner Qi meridians were the most difficult to repair.
The old woman had just finished boiling the soup. When she heard Yuwen Yueyue speak, her expression softened slightly, and she said with a reproachful smile, "You are clearly a member of the Four Realms, why are you still so worried? There are very few Four Realms in the world, only a handful of them, like this Even you have suffered a serious injury, but I am very curious."
Yu Wenyue shook his head, as if he didn't want to mention the matter anymore, his eyes dimmed, and he responded in a low voice, "Right now, the internal energy is depleted and there are many wounds. This is an excellent ending. If it weren't for a second-level person, If you sacrifice your life, I’m afraid those who come to Senior Du Zun’s dojo today will already be tattered corpses.”
Recently, a long stage has been erected on the top of Taichong Ridge. Twenty miles of silk and tassels are all over the road, and the gold and silver colors are lingering. It almost lights up the sky. Many famous actors are invited from Dananli territory and Shangqi Qiling to gradually take the stage. There are three performances a day, and the sound of drama is lingering around the mountain like infatuation and resentment.
In the small pavilion in the ridge, Yu Wenyue wiped the sweat from his head, bowed and saluted, and was panting.
After recovering from a serious illness, climbing the mountain is the most difficult.
"Today I won't discuss friendship with my predecessors, but I will use this room to discuss my friendship with my fellow actors. Don't pay too much attention to the complicated etiquette. Just sit down." The man in the pavilion was still dressed in black, but his face was covered with black gauze unlike usual. The misty inner energy hid his true face, and he looked back at Yu Wenyue, who looked a little embarrassed, and nodded slightly, "I asked you to go on my behalf this time, but I misjudged the determination of this person outside Qiling Pass. There are seven people in total." Four realms, and carrying many heavenly objects, with such a skill, it is bound to be obtained."
"Senior Du Zun also knows about this?" Yuwen Yue thanked him, slowly sat aside and asked with a frown.
"High and low can also be considered as five realms. There are naturally many forces and minions under my command. Not to mention other things, just the earth building that is like grass on the wall. Every three to five days, people will be sent here to deliver news from all parties. I am also How could I not know?"
"If you rely on the old monk's cultivation, it is not difficult to conquer those people. The Buddhist method introduces merit into the body, sends it to the inner Qi, and surrounds the five realms of this seat to be like him. Biyi is just an even match, and dealing with several people from the Four Realms shouldn't be a difficult task at all."
Yu Wenyue looked strange.
Du Zun never looked back and said calmly, "Half a catty of silver is compared to eight taels of gold, and barren yellow leaves are compared to a mountain full of sedimentary rice."
"But there are still some omissions, and the square alms bowl has never been included in the calculation. Its origin is unknown, but it was probably practiced by the evil monk who realized the partial Taoist method two or three hundred years ago. Ordinary heavenly objects, If the old monk can be restrained by destroying several items in the five realms, this alms bowl, which has nothing unusual and even no means of attack, is enough to trap the gongshen. old monk."
The song currently being sung in the mountains is a tune from Qingping. The original meaning is that a woman is getting married, but it is during wartime. The husband is captured by the government and is forcibly sent to the border to fight. The woman is mournful and burns incense and lights up the lamp every day. , I only hope that the lights will rise into the sky and lead people back home.
The play does not explain whether the woman is looking forward to her husband's return home. She only reads the last line of infatuation and resentment. She has long hair and white hair, and she weeps and bleeds every day.
The sorrow lasts for a long time.
The man in black robe in the pavilion listened to the last sentence, then turned back and continued, "But since the old monk made the alms bowl, who can resist the power of the seven people who joined hands to attack? Then come to the temple without asking for it. If the monks had not guessed wrong, they would have relied on their merits and profound Dharma to support themselves, and they would not be able to win at all, let alone escape unscathed."
Yu Wenyue hesitated for a long time, unwilling to open his mouth.
"The person who turned the situation around was not Zen Master Fu Kong, nor the head of Buqiu Temple, but the young man from the Second Realm who you always entrusted me to take care of."
Du Zun was silent, then waved his hand, and the drama on the long stage stopped. There was no more chaotic sound, only the wind blew through the mountains and forests.
The young man is sitting on the broken ridge. There is a long sword with a handle that looks like it is generated from the inner energy. It hangs from the top of the head. It comes from the back of the head and is attached to the sword box. It shoots out twelve sword energy in a row. It is like a river rising into the sky. A flood suddenly rises and floods the entire building. In Wuxingling, hundreds of thieves were crushed into pieces of flesh and bones. Kang Zongzheng's arms were cut off, half of the old immortal's body was cut off, and Dou Lian's shoulders were chopped off. Fan Wujiang used heavenly objects to resist them, which also shattered his internal organs.
Twelve rays of sword energy lasted until the old monk broke free from the alms bowl, and the situation turned around.
"Wu Shuang has really taken on a good disciple." In such a scene, even Du Zun was silent for a long time before he sighed slowly and spoke, looking at the distant sky outside the mountain to the west, he sighed deeply, "Although I don't know this little disciple of the second realm , where on earth did you get this huge benefit, but how can such a good thing in the world, I am afraid that the debt that needs to be repaid in the future after using such a magical power can also weigh this young man down. It’s so hard to get up, and in at least ten years, there will probably be no such figure in the world, let alone one who will inherit Wu Shuang’s mantle and become famous.”
"This place in Nangong Mountain is very weird. It almost seems crazy from top to bottom. When you want to draw your sword, don't talk about standing in the four digital realms in front of you. Even if the Five Ultimate Stands are in front of you, most of them would dare to kill that mere person. The low level of cultivation in the second realm has been revealed, and after such a struggle, it is no wonder that there have never been many disciples in this mountain. There are too few such people in the world, and it is too difficult to save their lives. The four words of seeking profit and avoiding disaster have always been People all over the world rush to dig into it, but they never think about the people who practice it. There are exceptions like this."
As soon as he finished speaking, a gloomy young man ran up from the mountain. He ignored Yu Wenyue, who suddenly frowned, and walked straight to Du Zun. Without even saluting, he blurted out, "Master, the bees and butterflies in the mountains are Why are they all disappearing without a trace? The disciple is so bored and wants to go out for a walk. If the master has nothing to do, how about he accompany the disciple to go out for fun?" Then he looked at Yu Wenyue who was looking strange and awkward. He actually grabbed the latter's sleeves and said with a smile, "This brother is a stranger, can he take his little brother out for a walk? Master has been oppressed in this mountain for many years, and he is like an old tree taking root. I still have to ask you, an outsider. , I’m going out with my little brother to walk around, we’ve never been short of money, what do you think?”
The corners of Yu Wenyue's mouth trembled slightly, and he looked at the black-robed Poison Lord in astonishment, completely confused.
"This person is Yang Fu. When you wanted to join my sect, the direct disciple that I mentioned was this person." However, the Poison Master still had the same calm tone and slapped Yang Fu down the mountain with one palm. He replied calmly, "The bones are very good, but it's a pity that the evil thoughts are always hard to get rid of in the spiritual platform. This year happens to be the year when the nine evils of his nature appear frequently. The evil thoughts gradually suppress the kind heart, so he has to use means to erase his mind and change his mind." Because the current appearance is similar to the thoughts of a child, it is worth finding some opportunities to eradicate the evil thoughts in the heart."
Yu Wenyue smiled slightly and bowed his head in salute, "The disciples on Nangong Mountain are weird. It can be seen from the humble opinion of future generations. The disciples in Taichong Ridge seem to be different from ordinary people. The younger disciples have some weird and moody temperaments, not to mention... Personal disciple."
Poison Lord looked bored, and after hearing this, he uttered two words coldly, "I have given you all the magic and magical powers you asked for. Is it possible that the Alluring Cicada King should also be given to you, the outer sect?" Human? You are clearly a human being in the four realms, so you can protect yourself enough. Even if you are wandering around the rivers and lakes, you are still doing it with your hands raised, so why bother to become a disciple?"
"In addition to the name of Poison Master's disciples, and the doubts that can be solved from time to time in practice, the juniors also want to know what is unique about the senior Poison Master who is among the Five Absolutes in the mountain sect. He has been stealing from his master for many years, but he has never appeared before Stay in a mountain gate for a long time."
Du Zun looked at Yu Wenyue, who had a calm expression in his eyes, and stretched out his finger.
Taichong Ridge shook suddenly, and then returned to normal.
"In the mountain gate, no outsiders are allowed at the end of the year. Go back as soon as possible."
The strong wind floated between Yu Wenyue's eyes, and he stood at the foot of the mountain in an instant. He rubbed his eyes and trembled all over his body. He never felt like he was short of weight. His limbs were still there. He laughed twice for no reason, turned around and left.
The Jianggong Road in the mountains, the white jade bridge on the spring water, the chanting tune moves the purple sky, the pavilions in Taichong are old, the trees cannot bear the snow, don't forget your clothes while leaning on the railing.
There are poems and essays like this at the foot of Taichong Mountains. The handwriting is beautiful, the green mountains are tall and straight, the pines are straight, and the writing skills are superb. However, it seems that the ink is still fresh, and the new title does not take a few days to be written, but it can penetrate the mountain wall.
There were five or six pompom-like raccoon slaves on the mountain road, all with round faces and fat bellies. They looked at Yu Wenyue without fear, but nuzzled the young man with their bellies and tails, and then ran straight to the top of the mountain.
The young man frowned, then relaxed.
There seems to be nothing impossible in this Taichong Mountain Gate. It is vaguely similar to the young man who borrowed the sword that day.
Not far away, Yang Fu stopped a raccoon slave with the whitest fur. Like a child, he put his hands to the base of the latter's front feet, burying his entire face into the civet cat's arms, his brows and eyes gentle.
