Over the past few days, Yun Zhong became more and more familiar with bamboo fighting. He became more and more comfortable with the boxing and palm techniques and the two new leg techniques taught by Ling Teng Qi. Even the old man, who always had his eyes high above his head and was quite strict, never challenged him. What are the shortcomings? Apart from his unsatisfactory physique, fist skills and training methods, this young man who only knew how to practice swordsmanship in the first few years does have some talent. Perhaps it is because of the complicated sword moves passed down by Wu Shuang. He has seen many clever techniques, and with this comprehensive understanding, he can say that he has entered the hall and seen the heaven and earth.
The old man was very pleased. He said that in just a short time, the energy of Qi would be transformed into flesh and blood, and the practice objects would be replaced by iron stakes and rocks from bamboo and wood. Only in this way could one truly see the uniqueness of this internal martial arts. The reason why the boxing is divided into two categories, the internal and external, is because the external boxing is strong and physical, and the practice is successful. With just one breath, you can often fight your way out of a tight siege, and your muscles, bones, skin and flesh are as stable as a mountain; Boxing nourishes the mind and nourishes the mind, and more importantly, it focuses on cultivating the qi, taking into account both the technique and the muscles and bones. Once you succeed, you will be able to defeat ordinary warriors in the world and be reborn. .
Although there have always been few people like Ling Tengqi who have excellent physical strength and practice skills, and the integration of the two has allowed them to almost cross the extreme realm in one step, these internal boxing schools can still be regarded as stable in today's world. Steady hold on one side of the flow. The stocky martial arts student named Yan Siguan whom he met at Caixian Beach had extremely domineering fists, which could strengthen the body and bones, and also cultivate Qi. After not seeing him for a long time, Yun Zhong estimated that this person had probably stepped into In the cultivation path, when stepping through the dragon gate, most of the martial arts practiced are also internal martial arts. It is indeed the right time to attack, and it will cause changes in the situation.
In addition to this matter, Yun Zhong has also been distracted by two things. In recent days, he has frequently gone to the tavern mentioned by Yan Jiaqing, ordered two pots of rice wine with a lot of water, and often met Pang Qingfeng. During the conversation, in a few words, I found that this young man, who was much older than me, was very interesting except for his lack of mental ability. He actually had a good temper when he talked. Although the shopkeeper still often made things difficult and bullied Pang Qingfeng, deducting monthly payment for three or five days, the latter was still very good-tempered, willing to work and punished, always smiling innocently, and never had much to worry about.
Especially when Yun Zhong mentioned that he met the shopkeeper of Lingzilou, Pang Qingfeng, who had always been dull, was unusually eager. He stammered that he wanted to borrow two or three bamboo trees from the shopkeeper of Lingzilou, and after they were dried, he could use them as bamboo slips for painting. Yun Zhong was speechless for a long time, and when he looked at Pang Qingfeng's smiling face and shabby clothes, he felt a little more sad, and specially selected dozens of good-quality three-year-old pictures from Huchao Pavilion. and the finest pine ink as a gift to Pang Qingfeng. Of course, this kind of behavior must be avoided by the mean and greedy shopkeeper. If the latter is informed, I'm afraid he will have some wrong ideas.
As for the man who was missing half of his front teeth, he looked down on Yun Zhong. Seeing that the young man was chatting happily with Pang Qingfeng, and he specially brought some good paper and ink, he snorted twice and continued to shut up. His eyes were calm, and he didn't look like an ordinary guy at all.
As for the origin of this man, after the young man stopped practicing boxing, he came to the tavern with Ling Tengqi. However, after some peeping and investigation, the old man found nothing strange. There was no inner energy in his body, and his skills were even more ordinary. They are about the same size, even half a head apart. After all, they haven't saved a tael a month for many years, but have gone to cheaper places outside the capital to buy wine, so their health is a little worse.
Later today, Yun Zhong finished his boxing and sword practice, drank half a jar of spring wine, endured the pain in his stomach, put on black clothes for night walking, chose a remote path alone, and went around to the back of Lingzi Building, but he didn't want Ling Teng to The vessel has been waiting here for a long time. It is boring to have nothing to do. He picked up the wine bottle and poured himself a drink. He had anticipated the young man's visit and waved to the young man in black who was hiding in the night, with a smile on his face.
"When I went to the brothel to steal the oiran, I may not have been as cautious as you. How could I learn such a prudent way of doing things at such a young age."
Yun Zhong, who knew he could not hide the old man's secrets, felt resentful. He moved out of the shadow of the wall and looked around before sitting in front of the old man. He smiled bitterly and sighed, "After all, there is a life in front of me. What's more, I have a miserable life experience." , you have to be more careful, lest you really scare the snakes and cause the snakes to break out and hurt people."
"If he really wants to die, no one can keep him alive," Ling Tengqi curled his lips, his beard was full of wine, and the moonlight outside the long street happened to shine on the wine stains on his beard, making it even more obvious, "Qice Mansion It’s not just you and I who can guess even a little bit about their abilities. They are actually anonymous people in the mansion. Two of them were picked at random. They are both outstanding talents who can leave their names in history, or famous ministers and demons. There are also many clever methods. It is really not that difficult for his subordinates to quietly wipe out the life of a waiter in a tavern on the outskirts of the capital."
"Is there really nothing weird about the other man in the tavern?" Yun Zhong frowned, but he remembered the man's contemptuous expression and Wuji's behavior. He really couldn't guess why, and he was still in pain from the churning of Qiu Lake. , naturally difficult to think about carefully.
Ling Tengqi shrugged his shoulders and handed over a jug of wine. Even though it was easy to see that the young man's brows were furrowed and he had probably drank a lot, he still pushed the jug to Yun Zhong's eyes and squinted: "I really think I He was still able to see through the depths of people in the world with his original cultivation level of the Fourth Realm. Now he is just trying to pass by an old dog, curling up in a remote part of the capital to do business. Even his ability to spy on other people's realms has dropped to less than two. How can one understand clearly whether one’s environment is high or low?”
Yun Zhong was speechless, silently grabbed the wine bottle, raised it to his lips and smiled, "We are both fallen people from the end of the world, but my senior is even more miserable than me."
Ling Tengqi showed no mercy and hummed twice, "At least I have truly seen the world. Even though it is separated by a layer of window paper, I can still smell the fragrance in the house when the beauty comes out of the bath, even if I have never touched it with my hands." , But after all, he is not such a young boy who has never had any fun. He is nothing like you. He can only get a glimpse of the scenery in books and pictures. He has the heart but not the courage."
The old man's metaphor was a wonderful one. Yun Zhong thought about it for a moment, and finally understood what it meant. He smiled silently, but it really washed away a lot of worries in his heart.
The world is so big, who hasn't thought about being unique when he was young? He wishes he could possess even one stone of talent in the world, not to mention giving others two ounces, and do all the most ambitious and ambitious things in the world for himself. , that is the so-called spring breeze.
Ambition swallows all the waves in the world, and great thoughts lift the sun and moon from the sky. But in the end, there are only a few people who can achieve what they want. When it comes to the old man's words, it turns into a thief with a thief's heart but no courage, which is quite appropriate.
Ten miles outside the city, on the edge of a cliff, in the most remote area, there are only about a dozen families. They are all poor people who want to make a living in the capital, but due to lack of luck and ability, they have retreated here. Unbeknownst to the merchants and travelers in the past, even the officials in the capital who were responsible for finding out the number of households in the capital and surrounding areas had long forgotten that there were more than a dozen dilapidated thatched cottages here, and no one had ever visited them.
Pang Qingfeng took out a piece of warm pine ink and dozens of pieces of fine rice paper from his arms, carefully laid them on the tattered wooden table with netting, gritted his teeth, lit the lamp, and took out the piece of rice paper in front of him again. I hesitated for a full cup of tea before I slowly started writing the brush given to me by the evading guest for two days.
The young man's painting skills are by no means exquisite, but he is like a child, with crooked strokes and ink. However, he has never painted the woman in red that he misses so much. Instead, he first painted a small building with a high platform and charcoal fire inside. , strong and tight, and there is a dessert and fruit plate, and the maids and maids who have not made their eyebrows are shuttled among them.
The spring breeze outside the window is still cold, and the spring breeze inside the window is still cold and clear. This is a dilapidated thatched cottage with ventilation from all sides. Tonight, the long and unreasonable wind blows away several layers of thatch from the house. After the young man finished painting, he shook off the cold He stiffened his hands, took a breath of hot air, picked up the pen and ink again, and started drawing again.
Besides the small building, there is a towering mansion. In the middle of the mansion, there is a long bridge and a small pond, and a clear spring flows from the stone mountain. The house is brightly lit, and it is clear that at night, it is just like the day, with just a candlelight. Pang Qingfeng painted a full picture of the morning. The scene of nearly a hundred breaths has fine carvings and various shapes of pythons and cranes. A single candle is probably worth dozens of taels of silver, not to mention the vast mansion, which is extremely prosperous.
There was a little boy sitting in the mansion, sleeping peacefully next to the lap of a graceful woman. Beside the table, there was a man with sword-shaped eyebrows and a handsome face, wearing armor, holding a candle and reading a book of war.
Pang Qingfeng's original painting skills were very poor, but as the objects in the mansion became more detailed and delicate, the faces of many people in the mansion became more and more vivid, and their movements became more smooth and natural, as if they were floating out of the painting; when he started writing, he reached the deepest part of the mansion. When he was standing at an incense burner, Pang Qingfeng could even smell the incense with his nose, which was quite familiar.
Then, a lot of goose feathers and snow were added to the outside of the mansion. Pang Qingfeng had already forgotten that he had not eaten a decent meal today, and the cold feeling all over his body was forgotten. He concentrated on writing and wrote with countless goose feathers. The outline of the flying snow is traced out with fine strokes.
The writing paused for a moment, and the young man stared blankly at the picture in front of him. It was obviously a very familiar look, but no matter how much he thought about it, he never knew where he had seen it before. It wasn't until he heard a vague call that he felt a sudden wave of noise around him. The world is spinning.
From the whole thatched cottage, a towering mansion like the one in the painting suddenly jumped out. The same maids and servants were walking around with lamps, the same charcoal fire was burning vigorously, and the same man and woman were sitting safely in the deep mansion.
But the young man raised his hands in ignorance. There were no calluses left by years of hard work. They were clearly young, soft and fat little hands.
In my ears, my mother's voice calling for my son and my father's voice blaming me seemed half-false.
At the top of Nangong Mountain, a middle-aged man dressed as a gentleman looked up from the water tank. He was so drunk that his face was red and his ears were red. He grinned into the distance and fell asleep again, hanging on the edge of the tank.
