"It just so happened," Chen Xiang'er said with some confusion, "one day a young man came to ask for a drink of water. I treated him to a meal. He asked me how I got my name. I said that I admired "Xiang'er Notes" "I wanted to meet him, so I chose this name to show my ambition. After hearing this, he took out this book and gave it to me."
"Young man?" Yun Kong became even more curious, "Who is this person? How come there is this book?"
Chen Xiang'er thought about it for a moment: "I won't forget his name, it's easy to remember."
He took a sip of plum tea and said, "He said his name is Bai Pu."
Yun Kong was surprised and asked quickly: "Bai Pu? When did he give it to you?"
"What a coincidence, it happens to be the day before the Taoist Master comes."
Suddenly, Yunkong felt a little depressed, and suddenly had a premonition that he would be back on a lonely journey again.
Habit is such a bad thing. Once you get used to the company of others, loneliness becomes unbearable.
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Hongye couldn't believe it.
The burly man who called himself Liu San fell to the ground as soon as he made his move. Even Hongye couldn't see clearly what tricks the dark-skinned man used.
"Damn it!"
Liu San was very embarrassed and shouted angrily, "Why did I miss it?"
Someone nearby commented: "This Kunlun slave is a bit evil."
This is the first time Hongye heard the words "Kunlun slave".
Liu San rushed forward again, grabbing Kunlun Slave's shoulder with one hand and slapping him in the face with the other, trying to knock Kunlun Slave down with one move.
Hong Ye understood clearly this time. Kunlun Slave stretched out a hand and found the center of gravity of Liu San's body in an instant. He lightly kicked Liu San's knees. In just two movements, Liu San spun around in the air. He fell heavily to the ground.
Hongye has never seen this kind of movement before.
Martial arts may have originated from folk hunting and war movements, and then evolved into gymnastics.
However, martial arts with moves and routines may not have been truly formed until the Song Dynasty, such as the famous Changquan and Pear Blossom Spear. At that time, martial arts training organizations were also formed, generally called "shes".
The technique used by Kunlun Slave is to use the strength and momentum of the attacker to inflict blows on the attacker. This technique of using the weak to attack the strong was not until after the Yuan Dynasty that it is said to have taken shape in the hands of a Taoist priest named Zhang Sanfeng.
However, the principles of martial arts are universal and comprehensive. It is not surprising that the same concept appears in the long history of development, but it may eventually be submerged in the sand due to various opportunities, waiting to be rediscovered by future generations.
Liu took action three times, and Kunlun Nu knocked him to the ground three times, shouting in a hurry: "Let's do it!"
No one could understand him, so he shouted again: "No!"
Only then did I hear clearly.
"Kunlun slave!" A man stepped out from the crowd and asked sternly, "Who is your master? How dare you come here to cause trouble?"
"She is my...my wife!"
Kunlun slave and the woman clasped their hands and looked around in fear.
Everyone burst into laughter: "Give me back, Madam! How noble!"
Kunlun slave heard other people call his master and his wife "Master" and "Mrs." on weekdays, so he thought that ordinary people also called them like this.
Liu San roared angrily: "This black guy! How bold! I'm going to chop this guy up!"
The person who just stood up teased: "Liu San, you lose if you lose. You should ask others for advice. This skill comes from Kunlun."
Then he said to Kunlun slave: "You are very brave. Going in and out of my house is like entering a deserted place. You are here to get this woman, right?"
The black woman also spoke: "Butler Fu, he was originally my husband."
Speaks much more fluently.
"It's so touching. Are you separated?"
Butler Fu looked pitiful.
"We originally lived in the mountains, but a ship came to the seaside and captured us. Later we were separated..."
Butler Fu turned around and asked: "Where did she come from?"
Someone replied: "It's vaguely the country of Bo Ni."
Hong Ye had not heard of it again. She turned her head and asked herself: "Where is Bo Ni Country?"
"In the south, far, far south, you have to cross mountains and seas to reach it."
Hongye was shocked. Who was answering her?
Who came to her quietly without her noticing at all?
Then she looked back and saw that although it was not very clear in the dark night, the outline of the man was familiar to her.
"Brother Bai!"
She tried to keep her voice as low as possible so as not to disturb the people under the eaves, but at the same time she was calling out in her heart: "Long time no see! Brother Bai!"
"Hongye, it's been a long time."
Bai Pu is still fair, but his expression has added a hint of worry. He stares at his long-lost little junior sister with infinite longing in his eyes.
The two hadn't seen each other for three years, but they didn't talk much at the moment, focusing only on the fierce fight that was brewing under the roof.
"Boni Country? Isn't that country the Ma family's big ship went to?"
Butler Fu looked thoughtful.
"They just came with the Ma family's big ship."
"I see," a sly smile appeared on Butler Fu's face, "Isn't the Ma family's young master a disciple of the Gangtou Society?"
The disciples around him were talking and showing joy.
Hongye was confused about the situation, frowned and asked softly: "What?"
Bai Pu replied quietly: "Your friend is in trouble."
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When Yunkong was flipping through "Xiang Er Zhu", he tried to control the strength of his fingertips carefully, for fear that the fragile paper would be shattered under his fingers. When he accidentally saw the words eaten by the silverfish, he couldn't help but feel nervous. The silverfish's After one bite, you may wonder how much effort future generations will spend to verify it.
The annotations in "Xiang'er Commentary" are truly unique. They come entirely from the perspective of regulating Qi and maintaining health. They use complex Taoist terminology, which only people of the same Taoism will understand.
However, Yun Kong still felt that there was something incongruous.
Occasionally, a small word will appear in the blank space on the four sides of the page. This word does not look like a footnote. The ink stains are still fresh. It seems that it was written not long ago. It may be written by Chen Xiang'er on a whim.
While Chen Xiang'er was reading Yun Kong's book, he chatted with him: "Have you been all over the town these days, Taoist Master?"
"Although this town is not big, it is quite large..." Yun Kong replied casually.
"Yes, this is a straw shop. It was originally a fish and salt shop. Later, it was located in a strategic area and there were more people. It gradually took on a new look. In the past few years, there were a few people who committed gold crimes and had martial arts background. They had big movies Several large households in the fields have formed several societies to train the villagers, and the situation is generally quite peaceful."
Caodian refers to a town created for economic purposes. It is also called a market, a market, or a market. It is collectively called a "Caoshi town". It is generally called a "dian" in the south and a "city" in the north.
They produced different products, such as raising horses, which were called horse markets, and some also produced cloth and pottery, and even later developed into big cities.
"Is martial arts flourishing here?"
"Since the Song Dynasty crossed the river, it has become more and more prosperous," Chen Xiang'er suddenly felt and sighed: "These societies don't have gold men to fight, but they started fighting on their own."
Yun Kong frowned, feeling disgusted with the fights between people: "I travel around the world, and I hear a lot of such things. To put it bluntly, they are all meaningless things."
"What the Taoist Master said is true. They fought until the end and couldn't figure out why they were fighting. It was a waste of effort."
Chen Xiang'er agreed.
"Martial arts practitioners don't cultivate their inner Qi, but only seek external Qi. This is not good for others or themselves."
Yun Kong continued to look through the "Xiang'er Notes" and saw a paragraph, and happily recited: "Fame and merit are the enemy of the body. When fame and fame are achieved, the body will be destroyed, so the Tao warns."
Chen Xiang'er nodded and said: "This sentence is annotated in Chapter 9: Retreat after success, the way of heaven."
"Daozhang Chen must have read the entire book?"
"No," Chen Xiang'er said, "I only read a few pages, and I didn't dare to read any more. I wasn't sure whether it was the authentic version of the Celestial Master, and I was afraid that I might have fallen into the devil's path, so I wanted to find someone to authenticate it."
Yun Kong understood that the small words in the margins of the pages were not written by Chen Xiang'er.
Yun Kong took out a pen and paper, grinded the ink, then looked for the small words on the page and copied them down one by one.
Because the small characters were spread too far apart, he didn't notice the connection for a while. Once he copied it, he understood clearly: Take me away, Ye Hong.
Yun Kong shuddered, his face changed drastically, and he suddenly looked out the window, hoping to see the red leaves.
"What's wrong? Taoist priest."
"Oops." Yun Kong muttered.
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Several men have surrounded the Kunlun slave. They don't believe that the Kunlun slave can defeat a large number of people. As long as they use wheel fighting, they are not afraid that he will not be exhausted.
"Molan, is he really your husband?"
Butler Fu asked again.
It turns out that the black girl was also given a Chinese name, which is quite appropriate.
"Yes, I haven't come to China yet. We live in the mountains by the sea..."
The black woman said anxiously, the more anxious she became, the more confused she became, "Please, Butler Fu, let us go, we want to go home..."
