Yang Fu always travels alone, whether he is leaving from the mouth of that mountain stream or carrying back enough dust to crush a person from the rivers and lakes outside, there is always no exception for him. For this Poison Master's direct disciple, the valley has been home to countless black tides of Poisonous Insects for many years, which makes them the easiest to get along with, at least better than dealing with other people.
In fact, Yang Fu is not a stupid person. When he was discussing business with Mr. Zhang, he could see clearly. , Yang Fu is only ranked third. Whether it is Granny Yu or his master, they are easy to get along with in the mountains. Unfortunately, after leaving the mountains and entering the world, their temperaments are colder than the other, and even most of them. At that time, Yang Fu couldn't help but shudder a few times when he recalled the time when these two people came out of the mountain, but he couldn't figure out the reason. Du Zun has a weird temperament. Although he behaves a bit arrogantly when he is in his own mountain gate, he is obviously a very difficult person to get along with. The most difficult thing for Yang Fu to figure out is Granny Yu, who usually treats him very well. , during the time of going out to the mountains, there is often frost on the face, so it looks cold no matter how you look at it.
Compared with these two people, today's Yang Fu can be considered to be tolerant and friendly.
But the thing that has been giving Yang Fu a headache recently is the ugly scholar with the pointed mouth and monkey cheeks. Ever since he walked out of the earthen building in the mountain, the scholar seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit. He insisted on pestering Yang Fu even half a step away, talking about him all day long. I also want to learn the magic of immortals. Even if I may not become an immortal in the future, it would be more satisfying to show off a few tricks in the human world than to be obsessed with writing and ink all day long. It was clear that not long ago, he was a sour scholar who talked about poems and essays. He wished he could extend the folding fan several times and write three big characters of "scholar" on the top of his head. But now he resolutely folded the fan. Only a solid fan bone is left. It is said that in the future, if you learn to practice Taoism, you will use this fan bone to make a whisk, walk on the clouds, visit friends and discuss the Tao. That is the most wonderful thing in the world. .
After hearing it for the first time or two, Yang Fu, whose lameness gradually recovered, felt that this sour scholar was somewhat interesting, and he was willing to reply with a few half-truths. If it were true, he would probably not be a god. The gods are not far away, so don't forget to take care of yourself until then. Don't ask for justice and live the same life as heaven. If you can add a few more years to your life, it will be a blessing you picked up for free.
But ever since the literati found a broken sword from nowhere and wanted to pester Yang Fu to learn how to practice, Yang Fu's words and expressions suddenly became deserted, and he rarely spoke in a day.
Fortunately, the scholar was careless and did not pay attention to Yang Fu's expression in the past two days. Instead, he often took out the rusty knife with most of the tip blunted, and often had to turn it a few times, but a rusty knife is better than a good knife. I don't know how much more relaxed he was. After waving three or two times, the scholar was still out of breath, but he still didn't forget to get close to Yang Fu, who was looking at him intently, and ask for advice from this capable person who had only known him for a few days.
It was like this again tonight. After several days of traveling, the two of them left the Three Peaks and Five Lakes, but the literati became more and more interested. He asked more than a dozen questions every day, and even put aside his so-called literati status and begged for help. Lai asked Yang Fu to teach him how to practice.
Yang Fu, who was sharpening an arrow feather, turned around and hesitated for more than ten seconds. He still suppressed the curse words in his throat. Instead, he smiled very gently and asked casually, "Brother Lin, are you okay?" I know there is a certain thing about scholars. Although I have never read a book, in the years I have been walking in the world, I have met many knowledgeable and capable people. I have heard several times that when it comes to the word "study", it is said that it is either or Either stop reading, and if you want to read, read as many volumes as you can. It is better than hanging in the middle, just like those who commit suicide. They know a little bit, but can't help but show off. , quite sad.”
"Brother Lin has caught a glimpse of a little bit of practice. It is inevitable that everyone is curious, but I still want to advise Brother Lin. It is easy to know, but don't underestimate the word practice. I really feel that this practice is so Is it as easy as casually reciting a poem that you think is elegant? With Xiongtai's honest and honest nature, I'm afraid that even if he has unparalleled means, he may not be able to live a safe and carefree life. comfortable."
Just leave a few words.
Yang Fu really wants to say that during the season when many poison masters in Nanli refine their poison, in addition to using many medicinal materials, the best way to nourish the ferocious nature of poisonous insects is still the flesh and blood of living people or the corpses of the dead, although his master, the Alluring Cicada, was created by a wicked person. Made of flesh and blood, but I really can’t say shamelessly that I deserve it. In the past, Yang Fu may have thought that this was unnecessary and should be taken for granted, but now that Yang Fu walked out of the earth building, he still felt that this snow-white allure was still there. Cicada is not a clean object. How can the intrigues in the world of spiritual practice be less than those in the human world? If people in the world are looking for power, what practitioners are looking for is advancement in the martial arts. From the small to the small, they talk about the treasures of heaven and earth, the opportunity for enlightenment, and to the high. To put it another way, how can we not worry about the long and long life of tens to hundreds of years at every turn?
As for the human nature of cultivators, they have already reached an extremely high level due to many years of intrigue and intrigue in the world. Of course, except for those stubborn people in the mountain gate, almost all cultivators in the world have higher charities than ordinary people. For a while, when Yang Fu was introspecting, he could not help but feel chills in the back of his head, not to mention the dull and single-minded scholar in front of him.
Lin Shi was in a relaxed and happy mood just now. He was robbed of a few words by Yang Fu for no reason. He was at a loss for a moment. He quickly put down the broken knife, laughed dryly twice, and then he didn't dare to look at Yang Fu suddenly. With his eyes sharpened, he sat back to the side and spoke for a long time.
"Brother Yang, don't be too concerned. In fact, it's just a joke. Ordinary people don't have such a destiny. They don't even have the luck to be recommended to get a low-level official position. They are still doing nothing, how can they think about God? Being blessed and given the time to practice cultivation is nothing more than a dream. But in this case, I can only think about it and solve some of the regrets in my heart. How can I be so shameless and learn cultivation practice from Brother Yang? Besides, I don’t necessarily have the talent. no?"
The breeze at night has already revealed the autumn.
Yang Fu couldn't bear to hear soft words. He felt depressed when he heard the words, but he didn't know how to persuade him.
He obviously knew that there were cultivators in the world, and there were amazing people who could move mountains and transport seas, and live forever in the world, but it was difficult for him to take a step into them. This kind of feeling, even when people have no empathy, Yang Fu can also I guessed a thing or two, so I was speechless for a while and never spoke.
"If Brother Yang can one day become a great person like a living god, I will ask Brother Yang to help pass down these poor poems. After all, people from this world cannot bring anything with them, nor can they bring power and wealth. And then, all that will be left in the future is this unskilled article, no matter how unskilled it is, it will leave traces of swallows and dry grass with roots." Lin Shi, on the other hand, looked indifferent and threw the broken knife to the In the distance, Lehe took out his pen and ink again, and began to meditate hard under the moonlight. On the contrary, the awkwardness in Yang Fu's chest could not be relieved, and he looked at Lin Shi with both anger and joy, and then retreated into the car tent and closed his eyes.
Since he was a boy, Yang Fu has never seen his parents, and he has no idea why his master can pick him up back to the mountain gate. Even now, Yang Fu has never imagined the weird and unpredictable temperament of Yidu Master. Understand, it was the other Yang Fu who told him back then that it was probably because Venerable Poison took a fancy to his talent in cultivation and the talent of being born close to hundreds of poisons, so he reluctantly accepted him into the sect. The man also said that all the hustle and bustle in the world is for profit. There is no such thing as looking right, and there is no sudden kindness. It is better to let go of such children's thoughts as soon as possible. Don't expect the whole world to be kind. When it comes to evil, only the word "profit" takes the lead, and the word "power" covers the sky. When placed on a practitioner, a few more things need to be added.
But whether it was when another Yang Fu was in charge of the overall situation, or when Yang Fu had his own thoughts, Yang Fu still felt that there were still a lot of good things in the world. At least if it was like what the other person said, it would be a mere infancy. How could the child in the middle of it make Master Poison look twice at him? His master, after entering the Five Arts, felt bored and quit on his own. With only a small profit, I am afraid that his master would not be able to do such a good deed.
Besides, the food cooked by Grandma Yu and the clothes dried out seemed to be better than what was seen outside. If it was just for profit, how could it be taken care of for many years?
Thinking of this, Yang Fu wiped his belly and licked the corners of his dry mouth. He missed the food cooked by Grandma Yu, but then he remembered something.
Over the past twenty or thirty years, it seems that Granny Yu has never changed her appearance. Even if she is in the ordinary three realms, she may not be able to extend her life to this point, and her face will remain wrinkle-free for many years.
"so troublesome."
With a murmur, Yang Fu lost all sleep. He sat up from the taxi tent and looked towards the north.
Before going out, Master had already told him who he was sending a message to. He had speculated for a long time, but he never guessed who he was going to send a message to. Although the other me was indeed a little bad at what I did at that time, I never got over this difficult hurdle. Now that I want to inform that person's disciple, I naturally have a lot of reluctance in my heart. However, the master's temper is best understood by the disciple. I had no choice but to go out dejectedly, willing to do the work of a messenger.
So even though he knew that he had done evil and had two patellas cut out, he still felt uncomfortable. So until now, Yang Fu didn't know whether he was a good person or an evil person.
Under the moonlight, the literati are still writing furiously, stopping and continuing.
Yang Fu in the car tent looked at the arrowhead in his hand, and unceremoniously took out the book from the scholar's parcel. However, he just read three or five lines of writing and fell asleep.
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