"Brother, do you think I'm stupid?"
"No."
Ouyang Rong shook his head without squinting and looked at the young junior sister who was facing him. Well, he didn't care at all about the size of the cafeteria for his junior nephews in the future.
"It was such an obvious plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain, but I still fell for it."
"The more sophisticated the traps are, the more plain and simple they are."
Xie Lingjiang was a little melancholy: "Really... But I have read so many books, and my father often told me to use my brain first before taking action. But as soon as I saw the enemy injured and running away, I wanted to chase him, thinking that he could quickly Catch him quickly."
Ouyang Rong thought for a while and comforted him: "It's normal. I used to be impulsive and jump over the tower thinking that blood can kill people. Later I realized that this is called an illusion of life."
"Going over the tower...the weak point...what do you mean?" Xie Lingjiang was startled and asked tentatively: "Senior brother is also a Qi practitioner?"
"No...but it's almost the same. I understand the impulse after the head flies away." He sighed.
"Senior brother." Xie Lingjiang's nose was a little sore.
"So junior sister is not brainless, but her brain is a bit big...no...a bit stupid. If you practice more with senior brother, you will have a bright idea."
"..." Xie Lingjiang.
"Senior brother, you don't have to comfort people if you don't know how to comfort them." Xie Lingjiang nodded with a straight face.
Ouyang Rong smiled, picked up half of the bronze beast face from the table, and looked at it, "So junior sister, have you seen what this monster looks like?"
"No, he still had paint on his face, pretending to be a ghost...he jumped into Butterfly Creek with his injuries and escaped."
Ouyang Rong saw the apologetic look on Xie Lingjiang's face and said softly:
"Right now, it seems that he was probably sent by the Liu family. There is no doubt that there are accomplices to help him. Junior sister is right not to rush into the water impulsively." Moreover, the younger junior sister should not be able to swim with him. He is two kilograms heavier than him.
Xie Lingjiang was still indignant, "The main reason is that I am not good at swordsmanship, otherwise these false magic arts can be broken with one sword and hit the body directly."
Ouyang Rong, who was just about to say something comforting, twitched the corner of his mouth and glanced at the sword at her waist, "You call this not good at swordsmanship?"
"Where did you come from? This must be the first time for senior brother to meet a Qi Practitioner, right?" Xie Lingjiang shook his head, "The path I follow is not good at swordsmanship. It can really break through all kinds of magic with one sword. It’s another hidden path.”
“Junior sister is from the scholar’s lineage?”
"Yeah. Senior brother also knows about Qi Practitioners?"
"I heard Liu Lang mentioned something, but I'm not sure." After a pause, Ouyang Rong asked curiously: "Does this Qi practitioner have different levels of Taoism? What is the level of the junior sister?"
Although he wanted to go home after curing the water and slaying the dragon, he still had some gossip, because he always suspected that the merit tower in the lake was related to the Qi Practitioner...
At the moment, it seems that Qi practitioners like Junior Sister are a bit like the masters in martial arts novels, just with a different name. It seems that they are not practicing martial arts, but something called "Qi", which has two weights. The little junior sister who weighs 50 pounds and has a delicate body can fly over walls and fly over walls, which shows that it is indeed quite magical.
Moreover, the origin of this power system can also be traced back to the pre-Qin Qi practitioners who appeared only in some ancient books.
But I don’t know where the origin of those pre-Qin Qi practitioners can be traced back to, is it the ancient mythological era?
And what is the situation of the top beings in the current group of Qi practitioners? Could it be that he could really live forever? Did the First Emperor seek the elixir of immortality a thousand years ago? Well, it must be gone. If Brother Ying was still around, there would probably be no Li Qian or Wei Zhou now.
"Senior brother, don't ask about things in the world." A certain noble lady of the Xie family seemed to be still angry, because someone had just blinded her emotions.
Ouyang Rong peeled an orange with a smile, plucked the white silk twice, and handed it over, "Junior sister, calm down."
Xie Lingjiang hummed: "If you don't eat, you will get angry."
The young county magistrate thought for a moment and silently pushed the pile of orange peels and white silk on the table.
This reduces fire.
"..."
Xie Lingjiang waved his sleeve and snatched the peeled orange that his senior brother was about to take back, and glared at him angrily and amusedly.
"Eat the skin yourself. Peel two more for me."
Ouyang Rong smiled and nodded, peeled off a few more and handed them over, "Let's get down to business."
Xie Lingjiang turned around and said seriously:
“There are nine levels of Qi Practitioners.
“But actually...it’s level six.
"Because the last three levels leading to 'Myth' have long been lost.
"This is just like the official ranks of the Zhou court. The top first and second ranks, such as the third division and the third Duke, will not be granted real power but only honorary titles.
"The same applies to the first, second and third grades of Qi Practitioners. In today's world, in and outside the world, no one has been heard of reaching this level in the past hundred years.
"However, even if it is lost, Qi practitioners throughout the world still follow the Nine-Rank System. This is the standard that was born along with the Nine-Rank Zhongzheng System during the Wei and Jin Dynasties.
"Among them, the ninth and eighth grades are first-grade Qi practitioners, whose spiritual energy is blue; the seventh and sixth grades are middle-grade Qi practitioners, and their spiritual energy is red; the fifth and fourth grades are high-grade Qi practitioners, and their spiritual energy is purple; and Further up are the lost celestial beings, which are called divine beings in ancient books."
Xie Lingjiang sighed.
Ouyang Rong couldn't help but ask: "Aura has color? Why didn't I see yours?"
"First, I haven't reached the realm of release yet, and second, senior brother won't be discouraged."
He understood and asked again: "What do the nine mythical channels mean?"
Xie Lingjiang stuffed a piece of orange meat into his mouth, tapped his red lips with his onion fingers, and said after considering his words:
“All qi training techniques in the world are derived from the nine mythological channels passed down from the pre-Qin Dynasty.
"Some people say that the ends of the nine channels can lead to myths, some say that the final destination of climbing the ninth level is immortality, and some say that ascending to the first level can ascend to the Penglai Wonderland... But, who knows.
“The myth has long been lost, and the Immortal Vision and Penglai Wonderland are currently only being pursued by a group of crazy alchemists overseas and the most paranoid Taoist Qi practitioners.
“The nine mythological lines that have been passed down to this day have long gone through great changes.
“How about it disappear like the Mohist lineage in the long river of history, and everything will come to life when the whale falls;
“How about the military dynasty and the Yin Yang family dynasty, which declined in two battles over the past thousand years and fell into the hands of the imperial power and the secret family;
“How about the Taoist lineage, which has been passed down for thousands of years like the scholar’s lineage and the Taoist lineage, is still the standing sect of the world and is determined to save the world;
"Otherwise... we will escape into the world. Each has his own mission, his own persistence, and his own... madness."
Xie Ling Jiang sighed.
Ouyang Rong was thoughtful and asked: "Then this complete lineage of scholars belongs to our Confucian sect?"
Xie Lingjiang shook his head: "The scholar lineage is not exclusive to Confucianism or Confucianism families. There are also a few disciples of the Legalist and Political Schools who follow this path. However, the Confucian lineage is the most prominent in the world. Among the hundreds of pre-Qin schools, Standing out, during the reign of Emperor Wu, Confucianism was the only one respected. But all the scholars were scholars."
Ouyang Rong wanted to ask him why he was so good at reading in his past and present life, why the academy didn't teach him the art of refining Qi, and whether he didn't know the value of the Eighteen Tan Hualang... But seeing that his junior sister didn't even mention it, he probably understood. Reason.
He thought for a while and nodded: "What is the rank of Junior Sister now?"
"Scholar Taoism, eighth grade, gentleman." After a pause, he explained: "Furthermore, in the world, the first-grade Qi practitioners from the Confucian school are collectively called gentlemen, while the middle-grade Qi practitioners are called sages..."
"No wonder little junior sister has always emphasized that she is a gentleman. She really treats others with sincerity and does not lie to senior brother..."
Xie Lingjiang shook his head and whispered:
"I thought senior brother knew a little bit... and having a rank title is a luxury, because it is the experience summarized by the senior Qi practitioners, and it is summarized by each Qi practitioner force itself. It can vaguely point out a related issue." Qi's way to come.
"Only those who have inherited the complete mythological lineage can enjoy such treatment, such as the three world-famous sects, and in the world, those mixed-lineage Qi practitioners who do not have stable inheritance are just called Qi practitioners of several grades... "
"Then what was your previous ninth rank?"
"Scholar." She said calmly.
"What about the seventh grade?"
Xie Lingjiang couldn't help but glance at her senior brother. She tilted her head slightly and said with a half-smile, "Why does senior brother know so much?"
Ouyang Rong coughed, pointed at the bronze animal face broken into two pieces on the table, nodded and said:
"Then this demon involves the Liu family. I have to ask just in case, and make preparations in advance. Junior sister, do you know what kind of lineage this demon has and what rank he has?"
Xie Lingjiang hesitated for a moment and said truthfully: "It should be the Taoist lineage of the Immortal Alchemist, also the eighth level, but he should have entered the eighth level not long ago, and if I remember correctly, the title of this eighth level... Xunxian Warlock."
After a pause, she warned seriously again:
"The Alchemist Dao Lineage is a mythical Dao Lineage that has as long a history as the Scholar Dao Lineage, but they are quite...evil, and generally good and evil are unpredictable. They like to search for immortals overseas, are good at external alchemy, and often ask dignitaries of the past dynasties. Selling the art of immortality has been the case since the Qin Dynasty. This is also the contradiction between our senior Confucian Qi practitioners and them.
"Moreover, when the Qin unification was first established, the Confucian scholars and alchemists were both under the command of the First Emperor. The Confucian scholars assisted Taishan Fengchan in promoting the royal way, but this group of alchemists went even further than the Legalists who simply fought for the road. They encouraged the First Emperor to seek immortality all the way. Later, He even deceived the emperor and ran away, framed the blame, and led to the burning of books and the enmity of scholars. From then on, the grudges were forged... Senior brother, be careful of such people, and don't believe in immortality."
Seeing his senior brother's expression of indifference, Xie Lingjiang nodded with relief, and then looked slightly confused:
"It's just that these alchemists usually seek immortals overseas in the north, and there are very few activities in the south. I don't know where this demon was found by the Liu family or other families, and he dared to come so close..."
Ouyang Rongqi asked: "Why are there fewer magicians in the south? Aren't Lingnan Road further south also close to the sea, so can't we find immortals there?"
Xie Lingjiang smiled, "Because in the Tiannan Jianghu composed of Jiangnan Road and Lingnan Road, there is a mortal enemy of the immortal alchemists."
Ouyang Rong reacted, "Well, it couldn't be the one who can defeat all kinds of magic with one sword, right?"
Xie Lingjiang raised his index finger and said, "At the highest point of Tiannan Jianghu, there is a top-notch hidden sect, which is the ancestral home of swordsmanship in the world. This sect is called... Yunmeng Jianze.
“This sect has the lineage of Yue Women and only accepts female cultivators, so the conditions are harsh.
"As for female cultivator Yunmeng, she likes to kill Fang Warlocks the most." Xie Lingjiang smiled.
"Yunmeng Jianze...wait, why does it sound so familiar?" Ouyang Rong frowned.
Xie Lingjiang finished the last piece of orange meat, stood up and went out. Besides a table of orange peels, he also left behind:
"That's right, Yunmengze is right next door. Speaking of which, it was the rising water in their house that flooded my senior brother's county seat."
"..."
…
On the west side of Donglin Temple, there is a simple but neat house for a family of three.
In a bright room that has reopened its windows and is no longer dark.
The tall and thin man with the word "Yue" tattooed on his face is packing his baggage with his head down.
An old woman with an anxious face was holding him with both hands. Her white hair hanging down from the temples was trembling in the air, and her words were:
"Don't go down the mountain, Ah Shan, don't go down the mountain. Let's live a good life in the temple."
Liu Ashan remained silent and continued to collect things as before. He only occasionally covered his mouth and coughed a few times, and his body swayed a little. Still a little weak from being bedridden after a long illness.
However, the man acted neatly and left all the remaining money at home. He simply took out a few changes of clothes and stuffed them into his bag, and went down the mountain with only some necessities.
"Ah Shan, don't go down there, I'm begging you..."
Mother Liu held his hand with tears in her eyes, but Liu Ashan, who was turning his back, shook his head.
At the door of the room, the curtain was quietly lifted, revealing a pair of big spiritual eyes. Ah Qing silently watched his mother and brother arguing in the room.
My brother's illness has been mostly recovered, and he was able to get out of bed and walk around last night. However, he only rested for one night. This morning, he got up and packed his things, saying that he was going down the mountain to find the county magistrate.
Ah Qing hesitated to speak. She didn't understand her mother's worries, but she also didn't understand her brother's stubbornness.
However, she knew that the county magistrate was a good man. Ah Qing was actually very happy when her brother went to see him. Moreover, when she went to see her brother in the future, she would also have the opportunity to look at him instead.
It's just that Ah Qing is a little worried about his brother's health, and besides... my mother has never seemed so sad as she is today. Even though my brother was terminally ill before, my mother was just numb and numb...
Liu Ashan shouldered the burden, turned around and knelt down to the old mother who was crying to stop her, kowtowed three times, then left the house without saying a word, touched the little head of the well-behaved sister outside the door, turned around and left the yard in silence.
Mother Liu chased her from behind and cried:
"Ah Shan, the noble man won't care if we don't repay the favor. We can burn incense and pray for blessings for the rest of our lives, and we will work as cows and horses in the next life. Don't go down, we can't repay this kindness..."
Liu Ashan kept walking, without looking back, and his voice was hoarse and dull:
"Young master, please let the child get well and go down the mountain to look for him. Mom, please go back."
The old woman who was helped up by Ah Qing stared at the child's back and murmured:
"We poor people cannot repay the kindness of noble people. The small favors given by noble people are bigger than the sky to us. What should the poor give in return? The poor only have one life..."
But except for Ah Qing, who looked confused, no one heard him, and no one would listen.
The muffled voice of the man in the distance came again:
"Ah Qing, take care of grandma, brother is gone."
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