For two or three days in a row, Yun Zhong came to look for Ling Tengqi. The latter always finished his punches early and then stood waiting outside the Lingzi Building. But when the young man came, he said he was too late and refused to give him the gift. Fist, even at Yinshi yesterday, the young man had already woken up, picked up his heavy body, picked up a lantern to light it up, and walked to the Lingzi Tower. He still saw the old man put his two palms back into his waist, expressing his displeasure. The good-natured smile was very irritating.
It seems that he deliberately arrived early to compete with this young man who often bickers.
However, since he had never taught boxing before, the old man did not waste time. During the conversation, Yun Zhong knew that the mastery of the internal boxing created by the old man lay in every move. The Dao Sword Technique and the Great Yuan Archery Technique have the awe-inspiring spirit of the Lieutenant-General of Huixi Imperial City who has passed away many years ago.
Ling Tengqi once told an interesting story. As early as in ancient times, there were indeed many people who were crazy about martial arts and Taoism. They did not hesitate to step into the inner courtyard of the palace, just to have a clear mind. It can be said that He has put aside all kinds of worldly thoughts and is even more sincere than many people from both Buddhist and Taoist schools. In addition to his natural talent, he often goes further. Those who have no children, do not pass on what they have learned to others, and practice all their lives. Those low-ranking officials who look humble and cautious, and who are not high in rank, may turn out to be great talents who can transcend the five realms after a few hundred years.
The young man thought about Wen Yu for a while, then frowned and shook his head, saying that practicing such a practice, in the end, except for the advanced realm, it seemed that he had never lived a lifetime.
The old man looked at Yunzhong and curled his lips frequently. The smile on the latter's face reminded him of the girl who came here from time to time. This made Ling Tengqi speechless for a while, but then he thought about his addiction to martial arts. He had no wife and no children, and then his words were unusually sour. He said a few words out of anger and asked the young man to come early tomorrow and not delay the time any longer.
For two or three days, he talked about everything, but every time Yun Zhong asked about Ling Tengqi's disciple, the old man fell silent and sighed deeply. He couldn't bear the young man's insinuations and clichés, so he just said lightly that it was of no use. , and no longer mentioned it, but he was as impatient as a street vendor chasing away mosquitoes and flies in summer.
It was just after one watch, and the young man opened his eyes, feeling very sleepy, but he still managed to sit up and look at the drowsy houses around him. He let out a long breath, put on his clothes with difficulty, and grabbed the long sword standing on the side of the bed. He walked downstairs listlessly.
Fortunately, there is only one person in charge of Huchao Pavilion, otherwise the spicy smell of wine that is always lingering in the house would probably make people frown. The young man went downstairs, lit a candle, took a jar of wine, opened the mud seal, scooped up the wine, and poured the clear wine into the gourd. It was full, no more, no less.
This is not to say that Yun Zhong has used any clever means, but that he has been drinking for many years and his hands are really familiar. He can pour wine like this without leaking even a tiny bit.
Originally, Yun Zhong really liked drinking, but since drinking turned into a job to stimulate Qiu Lake to reshape his meridians, no matter how much wine he drank, even if it cost a hundred taels of silver a jar in the capital, it could be called a luxury. In the young man's mouth, it all tastes normal, no matter how hard he drinks it, he can't tell the difference. It has been more than a year, Yun Zhong has never calculated, but probably the drinking water and sealing the doors and windows should be enough to fill most of the Lingzi Building.
But in the eyes of Tiezhongtang, this young man who walked out of the gate of the Xianjia Mountain is really very tight. Others drink tea and water, but this boy may not be as happy as this kid. Drinking wine is like drinking two cups of tea, completely indifferent. At first, Tiezhongtang often came to drink with Yun Zhongyan. After drinking and sneaking under the table a few times, he no longer wanted to talk to Yun Zhongyan about drinks. Even when Yun Zhong strongly invited him, he often found excuses to deal with it.
A man with gnarled muscles all over his body, his arms must have weighed hundreds of kilograms when they swayed. He had lost his waist and legs for three days and two, and his legs and feet were so bad that even a young child couldn't deceive him.
The young man remembered the fearful look on the man's face, smiled slightly, picked up the wine gourd, blew out the lamp, thought for a while, picked up a futon, and stepped out of the pavilion.
The streets are deserted and deserted. After all, it is the most remote part of the capital. Even during the day, it is not as prosperous as the city. Not to mention that at this hour, few people go out, even the old cat on the low wall not far away. , haven't woken up yet, put their paws on the pillow under their cheeks, and dozed lazily. Even if they caught a glimpse of the young man approaching, they were not afraid. After calling out softly two or three times, they jumped down from the low wall. He got into the lap of the young man who was already sitting cross-legged on the futon.
Mostly because during this period, when Yun Zhong went out to practice swordsmanship, he would often throw two small fish to this old cat with an orange strap and white legs. Then he gradually became familiar with it and allowed the young man to get started. Quite close.
There was no exception. Yun Zhong did not forget to bring two fishes today. He held them in his hands and waited for the civet cat, which was obviously unfed but had a thick belly, to eat. Then he reached out and gently stroked the latter's fur. In the cold spring, , civet cat body. It is indeed very hand-warming.
In the long street in the distance, there is the sound of horse hooves, slowly going away. I don’t know if it is announcing good news or bad news. The jackdaws have not returned north, and they are jumping on the eaves in pairs. Their crows are lonely, short and hoarse, and they spread widely. Far.
The jackdaw in the capital is not a popular bird among people. Although some people say that jackdaws gather around houses and are mostly wealthy, but their black bodies and mournful cries are really not pleasing to the eye. Moreover, over the years, Qi's writing style has often used metaphors. He compares himself to a jackdaw and a winter sparrow, which has no branches to rely on and is lonely and decaying. It spreads far and wide, so even people in Yizhang are reluctant to take a second look at the jackdaw.
The young man was not shy. He rubbed the belly and back of the sleeping civet cat between his knees, looked at the jackdaws perched on the eaves of Huchao Pavilion, stretched out his mouth and neck to clean the black feathers. He was actually quite happy, and carefully took out the gourd from his waist. , take a few sips, it’s rare to calm down.
Qingque came to visit a few days ago and received a letter. I guess it was written by Yan Jiaqing. The pen and ink are quiet and the handwriting is extremely clever. However, the words written are mostly vulgar. Without thinking too much, it is probably written by the old woodcutter. I asked Yan Jiaqing to write it for me.
The letter said that everything was fine in the mountains, but the old woodcutter himself was really depressed. He had to go out to the mountains for a walk recently, so he should go out for a spring outing. Only Yan Jia Qing was left to guard the mountains, but there was also a large formation left. , will be back in less than a month. I think Wu Jue has been calm recently and there is no serious problem. Furthermore, Wu Shuang seems to have found a way out of the border and will be out soon. There is probably no worries in the mountains.
As for senior brother Liu Qing, he often exchanges letters, but he has been very busy recently and has not sent any letters back for two full months. Qian Yin has also not sent a letter for many days. Only Zhao Ziyang often asks about the current situation in the mountains. . After Wen Yu broke through the third realm, he also encountered a bottleneck. Recently, his mind has been a lot depressed. He locked himself in the house all day long, often studying formations and practicing diligently for several days.
Yun Zhong certainly knows about Wen Yu's talent in cultivation. After all, he has been able to see the girl once a month since he left Nangong Mountain. Seeing the footsteps of senior brother Liu Qing, he also has an extremely strong character and a clear Taoist heart. Being able to enter the realm today is not beyond Yun Zhong's expectations.
The safety of Nangong Mountain is one of the few happy events in a lifetime for Yun Zhong. Furthermore, at the end of last year, he returned to his hometown to remove weeds from his mother's tomb, spent a few days tidying it up, and put incense. Burning paper also relieves a lot of worries.
Good things are rare, but they are content and happy.
Thinking of this, the young man took another sip of wine and said slowly, ignoring Ling Tengqi who was already standing behind him.
"Peach plums and spring breeze, a glass of wine, ten years of rain and light in the rivers and lakes, this sentence is really well written."
At the second watch, Ling Tengqi had already left the building, but he happened to see the young man sitting cross-legged outside the door of Lingzilou, with an old cat lying on his lap, holding up a gourd, and looking at the dim long street in the distance.
"It's the right time today, it's great." The old man also casually picked a clean step, put the lantern firmly, looked at the old cat sleeping beside the young man's lap with a half-smile, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "This old man The cat has lived outside Lingzi Building for many years, and I often feed it some food, but never get close to me, why do you have to look at me like this?"
"Senior practices internal martial arts, which are the most powerful. Civet cats have clearer senses than humans. I guess I can see the murderous aura left over from your youth all over your body. How dare you come forward."
The old man just smiled and said, "Let's get down to business, it's hard to learn the internal martial arts. If you practice it since you were young, you might be able to master my internal martial arts in all likelihood. My disciple would just practice with me since he was a child." , Only then can we fully understand the wonderful meaning, but at this age, I estimate that I can only obtain it at least fifty-sixths out of ten, and I will have to suffer a lot. Knowing this, Yun Xiaozi is still willing to practice?"
"I have a friend who I met in the caravan. He has mastered sword skills. Most people jokingly call him Madman Tang. He is already a few years old, and he only started to practice because of a girl he loves," the young man said. The gourd was handed to the old man's hand, but he was talking about something unrelated to the latter, "It's been a long time since I've traveled around the world. Senior, you might as well guess whether he can reach a very high level."
Ling Tengqi hesitated for a rare moment, and then saw the young man's slightly raised corners of his mouth, but after all, he did not hold back his face and smiled heartily.
"It's unknown."
The civet cat, who was sleeping soundly on the young man's lap, opened its eyes, looked at the old man rather angrily, stretched out its front paws and hit the latter's arm hard twice, then shrank into the young man's arms, and fell asleep peacefully again, which made the old man look embarrassed. .
"Probably the reason why rivers and lakes are called rivers and lakes is because they are not as vast as the East China Sea and not as transparent as streams. There are sludge and sand floating around, and there are countless shallow rivers and small streams. Many people will never be able to enter the sea in their lifetime and see the vastness of the world, but just It is precisely because there are many interesting and boring people like you that I find it interesting." The old man looked at Yunzhong who would rather sit in the deserted early spring than come in to disturb the waiter who was watching the night, and his face was full of smiles. .
The young man grinned, scratched his head and said, "Sorry."
Just before the age of ten years of worrying about the night rain in the rivers and lakes, a glass of wine in the spring breeze of peach blossoms is enough to say something happy.
