"Sorrowful wind blows, desolate smoke buries hatred, and the inscription is so incomplete that it is difficult to recognize it. Do you know he is the emperor of the Han Dynasty or the minister of the Jin Dynasty? The wind and clouds of the celebration have been wiped out, and they have all become the dust of Beimang Mountain. Even if he is the king, he should not be called; Even I—I can’t call you!"
The shadows of the sun are reflected, the trees are vast, the mountains are rugged, and the streams are murmuring.
On the rugged mountain road in Beimang Mountain, a young Taoist priest was singing and walking, his steps were crooked, and he was clearly drunk.
His hair was tied up in a high bun with a bamboo hairpin inserted across it. Wearing a green preacher's robe that is neither too long nor too short, and a pair of cloud-headed Taoist shoes that are not too old but not too new. There is a silk ribbon tied around the waist, but a huge red leather gourd hangs on the lower back. As he walked, the gourd swayed with his staggering steps, looking heavy and weighty.
This Taoist priest's common name is Hu Long. The reason why he got this somewhat weird name is because he had a red birthmark on his right arm when he was born, which was shaped like a wine gourd. Unfortunately, his family also ran a wine house to make wine and sell wine.
This name is a homophony of "gourd" and a metaphor for family business.
Later, Hu Yuan became a monk and became a Taoist under the guidance of a famous master. He also received a Taoist title called "Taipu".
He has just turned twenty this year. He was born with a light body, a slightly protruding belly, and a skin as fair as jade. His face is round and round like the moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival. His eyes are habitually narrowed into a line, and the corners of his mouth are slightly raised as if he is always smiling. Very happy.
After singing, Hu Long took off the gourd with his backhand, opened the lid, raised it over the top, and poured it down. Immediately, a waterfall of sparkling wine poured out from the mouth of the gourd.
He kept walking, raised his head and took it into his mouth. He actually caught the gurgling wine and swallowed it into his stomach without missing a drop.
After drinking down about half a kilogram of spicy liquor in one go, Hu Long covered the gourd and hung it back on his waist. He murmured and repeated the words of the song he had just sung: "Washing away all the wind and clouds of the celebration, they will all be the dust of Beimang Mountain..."
This piece of music is called "Sheep on the Mountain: Nostalgia for Bei Mang Mountain" and was written by Zhang Yanghao, a scholar from the Yuan Dynasty. What it writes about are the emperors and generals of the past dynasties who are buried in Mang Mountain.
According to the theory of Feng Shui, Mang Mountain is an excellent place to hide wind and collect water. For thousands of years since the Xia, Shang and Zhou Dynasties, countless emperors and heroes have used Mang Mountain as a place to live after death, hoping to get a good harvest. Blessed by the mountains and rivers here, one can continue to enjoy the honor and fame in life after entering the afterlife.
Later generations have made rough statistics, and there are no fewer than hundreds of thousands of tombs of emperors of various dynasties and tombs of civil servants, military generals, talented people, beauties, monks and Taoists in Mang Mountain. All the heroes and talents from the past thousands of years have gathered here after their death.
Hu Long used Zhang Yanghao's song to lament that no matter what ambitions and achievements they had, the people buried in the mountains will inevitably end up rotting with the grass and trees when the time comes. Although he has a thorough understanding, he does not have the experience he should have at his age.
After drinking the music with wine for a while, he seemed to be still in high spirits, so he sang loudly: "I'm upside down and upside down, just like the waves. There are thousands of grievances, but I just laugh them off. I'm down, I'm up, Staggering and refusing to pour. I know best about wine..."
This piece of music is quite strange. The rhythm is strong and lively, and the lyrics are ups and downs. It is very different from ancient and modern lyrics. Although it has clearly entered the trend of slang and vulgar tunes, it still contains a heroic and fearless spirit in its madness.
Kankan sang the song to the last line, and the lingering sound of a strange laugh from his mouth was still echoing in the mountains and forests, but Hu Yuan suddenly turned his head to the right as if he was aware of it.
In a bird's nest on a big tree a few feet away, there was an ugly and cute young bird crawling restlessly to the edge of the nest with its head raised and chirping, as if calling its parents who had not yet returned at night. As a result, he suddenly lost his footing and fell towards the ground.
Hu Long, who was seeing this scene, pushed his feet to the ground without thinking, and his fat body shot out like an arrow from a string.
Today's major martial arts sects each have their own unique skills in improving light skills, but in terms of speed, the "Yuewang Divine Arrow" performed by Hu Yuan at this moment is unparalleled. .
Before the baby bird landed on the ground, he had already reached the foot of the tree in a few feet. He gently stretched out a white and fleshy right palm and held the baby bird in his palm with a soft force.
Before the chick could react to what was happening, Hu Long used another movement called "Climbing the Clouds and Riding the Dragon". Without bending his legs to make any gestures, his body suddenly rose up from the ground and rushed into the canopy of the tree. He gently put the little guy in his palm back into the bird's nest, then flipped over and fell back to the ground, making no sound at all under his feet. shock.
He raised his head and looked at the chick that was still chirping in the nest to make sure that it had calmed down and huddled in the middle. Hu Long chuckled, resumed his previous lazy and drunken state, and wandered up the mountain road. .
Every step of the way, he would pick off the gourd and drink some wine. Gradually, the bottom of the huge gourd was about to reach its bottom.
Today, Hu Huan went down the mountain for business and had a drink in a wine shop. He was able to drink four or five kilograms of old wine in the gourd along the way, which was in line with the saying "a big belly can accommodate it".
When he was on the road, his steps were quite mysterious. He seemed to be staggering, but in fact, with each step he took, his other foot supported the ground and exerted force, driving his entire body to move seven or eight feet horizontally.
Step by step like this, it seems slow but in fact it is extremely fast.
By the time the red sun had completely set over the mountain, and the last drop of wine in the gourd had been poured out, Hu Long had walked more than 40 miles of mountain road and arrived at the gate of a Taoist temple located on the mountainside of Cuiyun Peak.
This Taoist temple is not large in scale, but its architectural layout is quite elegant. The three characters "Calabash Temple" are written on the plaque on the door. The font is elegant and soft, and it has an elegant and earthly atmosphere, but it seems to be written by a woman.
Hu Long hung the empty gourd back on his waist, and all the drunkenness in his body was swept away. His eyes were clear and his steps were steady. He didn't look like he had just drank seven or eight kilograms of strong liquor.
He stepped forward, raised his hand and gently pushed open the ajar door of the Taoist temple. He raised one foot and was about to step into the door when he suddenly heard a loud shout in his ear, "Young man, watch for a beating!"
When he looked up, he saw a fist coming towards him.
The fist rapidly grew from small to large in his sight. The fist was huge and powerful. Before the fist could reach the body, the whistling wind of the fist had already compressed the mouth and nose, making it difficult to breathe. The skin on the face felt like it had been cut by a knife.
"Hundred Steps Divine Fist, great skill!"
When the fierce wind of the fist hit his face, Hu Yuan smiled instead of being surprised. He stumbled backwards and leaned back several feet, avoiding the punch just in time.
As soon as he retreated, a figure rushed out of the door like a strong wind, and instantly rushed in front of Hu Yuan. His fists turned into claws and his five fingers were like hooks, and he grabbed it between Hu Yuan's chest and abdomen.
The person who took action was an old man with a slightly stout figure. The braid that was dragged behind his head was now whiter than black, and his face, full of laughter, was rosy and smooth without a single wrinkle.
He was wearing a full robe and mandarin made of high-quality brocade. He held four radiant rings upside down on the five fingers he held towards Hu Long. His whole body was filled with the aura of a wealthy man who came from behind.
When the old man's claw fell, his wrist trembled slightly, and the claws faintly enveloped a few feet of space, blocking the opponent's escape paths.
Seeing such exquisite and sharp claw movements, Hu Yuan blurted out and praised: "Brother Hutou, what a powerful 'dragon claw hand'!"
