In the early morning, the mist of the lake is like a dreamy fairyland. The lotus leaves look like sapphire, and the lotus blossoms look like the powder sprinkled by the gods and beauties. This picture is like a fairyland.
On top of the octagonal pavilion in the center of the lotus pond, a man in a white robe stood silently holding a folding fan. More than ten Jianghu people from Situ Jianzhuang surrounded the lake from all sides.
Hu Hai was lying in the lake corridor coughing up blood. He was obviously suffering from internal injuries. Daochang Zhao stepped close to him and then tapped the Neiguan, Feishu and Tanzhong acupoints to stop him from coughing up blood.
Hu Hai, who was in his middle year, almost cried when he saw Zhao Zhengli. Although his life was not in danger, being beaten like a monkey really made him angry. Facing a master and having no room to resist, he naturally felt aggrieved when he met Taoist Master Zhao at this moment.
"give it to me!"
Daochang Zhao patted him on the shoulder, but it was also difficult for him. He encountered the master twice, but he was seriously injured twice and it was a blessing in disguise, which helped him in some ways.
A middle-aged man in his thirties or forties is being comforted by a boy in his teens. This scene does not seem inconsistent at all, but is actually very inspiring.
Daochang Zhao raised his head and looked at the man in the white robe at the top of the pavilion seriously. He had a wide waistband, inlaid with gold and jade, and held a folding fan in his hand. He looked very young, and he seemed to have a dash of a handsome man.
The people in the pavilion were naturally looking at him. They proudly waved their folding fans and said in a calm tone: "Zhao Xiaotian from the Qingcheng Sect, can you ask me a question today?"
In just two sentences, Daochang Zhao felt refreshed. It was obvious that the other party was prepared, and he still knew nothing about him.
The man seemed to know what he was thinking. He put away the folding fan and made a stroke in the air. He only heard a "hiss!" sound. The folding fan cut a crack in the air like a sharp blade. The surrounding zhenqi continued to tear apart. The folding fan closed its hand in midair. The cracks then closed.
Everyone's eyes twitched at the appearance. What kind of method is this? Actually cut through the void directly?
Daochang Zhao's eyelids also twitched: "Longhu Mountain, Danxia, Breaking Heaven Gate!"
In just three words, the mystery was revealed and people in the world were frightened. Longhu Mountain was the Tianshi Mansion, a special sect that had been in the temple and the world for more than ten years.
The man in white robe looked down at Zhao Zhengli in the corridor with a dull expression: "I heard that Taoist Master Zhao became enlightened after ten years of ignorance. Although you and I are contemporaries, we have never communicated with each other. This time has no political purpose or personal grudges. Song Maoling just wants to be pure. Ask one question."
Zhao Zhengli looked solemn. Song Maoling was a member of the royal family. He studied under Daqing Imperial Master and Longhu Heavenly Master Zhao Hongyun. He studied "Danxia" by himself and was proficient in Zhao Guoshi's "Dragon and Tiger Jue". The key is how many years older he was. No matter how he looked at Zhao Zhengli. unfavorable.
Naturally, walking in the world cannot bring shame to the sect, not to mention that the visitor is from the Tianshi Mansion. Although his tone and posture are aloof, that is his capital. Zhao Zhengli, with red lips and white teeth, cupped his hands and said: "Then you will show your shame in front of Taoist Fellow Longhu. .”
Taoist priest Zhao has thought about it. Qingcheng Mountain has always been isolated from the world. In addition, in the special period of Shu in recent years, Shao has competed with Longhu and Wudang for the position of temple. If he is involved in the issue of Shu this time, those Taoist courts will show up sooner or later. It is better to be happy. Take it.
Seeing his promise, Song Maoling, who was dressed in white robe, folded his fan and concentrated: "I'm just asking about a folding fan!"
Zhao Zhengli, who was in the corridor below, was also ready to go, looking extremely dignified.
What is "asking?" That is, the comparison between the two people's understanding of the great road. Who has the deeper understanding? Whose shallower? Who has flaws and who is also perfect? The question is very mysterious. It is not a comparison of realm strength, but it is better than a comparison of realms. The Taoist heart is unstable, and even leaves hidden dangers such as self-doubt and exhaustion.
The three thousand avenues are different but also the same. Asking questions is a contest between the two minds.
In addition to "asking", there is also "borrowing the way". The "borrowing way" is the admiration of the weak to the strong. Therefore, monks in Jianghu admire the strong and follow their footsteps. This is "borrowing the way".
A more direct way is to challenge the strong. Although the risk is extremely high, it is the most direct way to review yourself and find the gap between yourself and the strong.
Those who can survive it will have a more stable state and a stronger Taoist heart. This is also the reason why Hu Hai was hit hard by the master twice and it was a blessing in disguise.
In the early morning, the white mist on the lake gradually dissipated. Song Maoling in white robes on the top of the pavilion and Zhao Zhengli in plain clothes stood quietly in the corridor. Both of them leaned forward and looked up, their eyes showing confidence.
They were less than ten meters apart, the air was silent, and the white mist spreading from the lake gathered around the two of them. This was a strange scene caused by the power of the two masters' thoughts.
People in the rivers and lakes on all sides retreated a few meters. Hu Hai took this opportunity and limped back toward the shore. He was naturally afraid because they were in such a position before they even made a move.
The two of them had no fancy moves and unnecessary movements. They looked at each other from a distance. The people watching only felt that the white mist on the lake was gathering more and more, forming two vortexes around the two of them, and the airflow around them also accelerated.
Just when everyone was tensing up, Song Maoling on the roof of the pavilion waved his folding fan and shouted "Go!", as if an immortal waved his hands, and saw the vortex of mist around him whizzing away like a strong wind.
Zhao Zhengli, who was standing quietly in the corridor below, pointed forward with his bare hand at the same time, and his powerful mental power drove the vortex to rush forward.
The wind made a "whooshing" sound in the air, and the two white mist vortices collided at an alarming speed. There was no expected destructive power or infuriating aftermath, but only the white mist colliding with each other and mixing alternately.
There was a sudden change in the white mist. The air shattered like powder, then recovered instantly, and then shattered again. The cycle continued. You could faintly hear the roar of dragons and roars of tigers, and even saw the Taoist rhyme of one transforming into ten thousand and ten thousand returning to one. The air fragmented repeatedly. In it, we can see the evolution of black and white, yin and yang.
These pictures are like fragments of a dream that fleetingly pass by. The viewer only feels that they are passing by in a flash, and at most they can only capture one or two pictures. Even so, the viewer still benefits a lot, because these chaotic pictures are all created by two young masters. The perception of "Tao".
The white mist only lasted for a few breaths before dissipating, and the lake became silent, leaving the two people still staring at each other, without joy, worry, or waves.
In the end, Taoist Master Zhao surrendered his hands and said, "The Dragon-Tiger Jue and Danxia Taoism are now available to Xiaodao."
Song Maoling didn't expect that the other party would give in to him. His eyes were a little more respectful, but his words were still lukewarm: "I have also learned the Taoism and spirit of the Qingcheng Sect."
He rolled his sleeves and added: "Due to my status, I can't help you, but I will wait for Taoist Master Zhao to finish dealing with Shu before we can discuss the techniques."
Without waiting for Zhao Daochang to agree, he jumped out of Situ Jianzhuang and disappeared from sight.
After just a short contact, people in the Jianghu felt that Song Maoling from Longhu Mountain had a noble posture, elegant conversation, and the methods just now made him feel like a son of genius who was as high as the clouds.
But Daochang Zhao thought he was just showing off! Deliberately showing the world a calm image. But it didn't point out that anyone could be born into a noble family. He was taught by a master from Longhu Mountain, and everything put pressure on him, so he could just keep pretending.
No one knows the outcome of this question, including the person involved himself. However, the Jianghu people who were lucky enough to watch were greatly inspired. They hurriedly said goodbye and left, taking advantage of the lingering inspiration to study in retreat. Even the owner Situ Qing rarely went into retreat after explaining the affairs.
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At that time,
On the top floor of the attic of the majestic palace in the capital city, two old men in their sixties were playing a chess game. One is a monk's robe, and the other is a Taoist robe.
The old man in monk's robe made a move and said: "There are only two games of chess in the world, one in the rivers and lakes, and one in the temple. The old monk Zhao Tianshi's chess moves are too blind to understand!"
The old man in Taoist robes looked closely at the 19-way chessboard: "Just because you don't understand, you might as well give it a try first!"
"Aren't you worried about your beloved disciple?"
"Why worry? Growth must be experienced! Sooner or later, Shu will be stable, and by then the three schools of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism will also be included in the candidate list."
"I heard that the Shu region has close ties with the remnants of the Nanzhao Kingdom, and has contacts with the Tubo masters. The old monk was afraid..."
"Sichuan cannot be in chaos, after all, there are two or three great masters here."
"I hope so."
Afterwards, the two of them were immersed in the chess game.
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Daoist Zhao had some enlightenment and returned to the courtyard after breakfast. The moment he fell into meditation, he suddenly opened his eyes and jumped out of the courtyard, rising and falling to the top of the outside wall.
Two middle-aged men have been waiting at the top of the wall for a long time. The strong one is carrying a double iron sledgehammer on his shoulders, and the thin one is sitting on the top of the wall holding a pestle and a sword. It is the two leading bandits Shi Nian and Reckless.
Daochang Zhao looked at the two of them with his hands behind his back: "If I'm not mistaken, you two are here to avenge the leader Cao Mengning!"
Shi Nian sat on the wall holding a big knife and raised his slightly dark head and asked: "Boy, are you just entering the world for fame and fortune?"
Zhao Zhengli didn't answer but asked: "Are you planning to bribe me?"
Recklessly carrying the hammer and grinning with yellow teeth, he said: "Man perishes for money, and birds perish for food. Please give me a price!"
The pink-haired and white-faced Daochang Zhao grinned his white teeth and said with great interest: "What do you think I am worth?"
The two of them really looked at each other carefully: "She looks like the number one in Yihong Courtyard, and her Taoist skills are terrifying. Calculated on a monthly basis, she is worth three to five hundred taels of silver, right? If you are interested, we can go back and ask." Owner, the price is negotiable."
Taoist priest Zhao quickly asked: "Oh? Who is the name of your village owner?"
The two of them exchanged glances: "No comment for now! You must sincerely hope that we can recommend you!"
Daochang Zhao simply sat down on the wall, with the three of them five or six meters apart: "The owner of your village is called Liu Yuandong. He is the cousin of the county governor Liu Yuanji. He built a villa more than ten miles away from the county governor's house and named it Wolong Villa. , recruit a group of scum to do some sneaky things." After saying that, he turned around and grinned: "Am I right?"
Shi and Lu were stunned at first, and then became more and more angry as they listened. They compared themselves to the scum of the world, and what they did was called sneaking around? Their dark faces were as purple as a pig's loin due to anger and blood. They hit the wall recklessly with a hammer, making two holes. They roared: "You don't know what's good, why are you entertaining us?"
Taoist priest Zhao, who looked indifferent, pressed against the wall tiles: "You two entertained me first. Do I look like someone who succumbs to money?"
Then he stood up slowly and dusted his butt, but unfortunately his fingers hit the wall brick and left two five-claw marks on his butt: "You smashed the wall, so I have to smash your head. If you know how to do it yourself, you can do it."
After saying that, Zhao Zheng immediately punched the two big bandits with his transformed energy like a giant fist.
The sudden punch hit the two of them and they were unable to defend themselves. They were knocked back from the wall in a hurry and fell outside the wall of Situ Jianzhuang.
The two of them cursed and stood up: "Damn it, you are even less martial than us. Let's see if grandpa doesn't kill you."
After speaking, Shi Nian raised his sword and struck in the air, and Reckless followed with his double hammers.
The pink-haired and pale-faced Daochang Zhao was on full alert. After all, the other party was two genuine masters. A little carelessness would be enough for him to drink.
Such a big movement naturally disturbed Situ Jianzhuang. Lao Yue had a bandage on one hand and an iron rod in the other and shouted: "Taoist Master, take the stick and kill them both with Lao Yue's iron rod."
Zhao Zhengli took the stick thrown by the strong man Lao Yue and sank slightly. The weight was really solid. He danced twice to repel one knife and two hammers. He kept complaining: "Lao Yue is not looking for a partner. He is so powerful." It’s all used to roll the stick.”
"Which stick is the Taoist talking about?"
"..."
The Taoist priest was speechless.
Seeing that their attack failed, Shi and Lu quickly gathered their strength to attack again. The sword and hammer attached to their true energy were like magical weapons, smashing the towering wall with holes in it.
Daochang Zhao took the initiative to greet them with an iron rod, and led the battlefield out of Situ Jianzhuang, where they fought in an open field. This was also the place where Cao Mengning was beheaded a few days ago. It was spacious and unobstructed.
The stick technique is widely spread in Buddhism and Taoism. Taoist priest Zhao has a profound Taoist method. It is based on the Qingcheng stick technique, combined with the Wudang Eight Immortals stick technique and the 13 basic stick techniques. With the blessing of true energy, he can freely push horizontally, point straight, Both the oblique sweep and the vertical split are extremely profound.
In the distance, Lao Yue was extremely slippery and imitated the skills. Although he couldn't keep up, every move was true to form.
Zhao Zhengli, who had exchanged more than ten moves, used a stick to "reverse the world" to force back Shi Nian's "flying split", then turned sideways and "wrapped the cloud stick around the waist", slashed diagonally with one arm and pulled out the stick, colliding with two hammers, sparks Infuriating energy flew everywhere. Even though it was chaotic, Daozhang Zhao was still able to do it with ease. He had already passed more than sixty moves in the melee.
Shi Nian seized the opportunity to attack from behind, stabbed straight into the neck with the knife and feinted, then bent down and held the handle of the knife in a circle around his wrist, using his arm to slash Zhao Zhengli's ankles diagonally, recklessly taking the opportunity to cover and distract Daochang Zhao, holding both hands Hammer combo.
Lao Yue, who was watching the battle, tensed up his nerves and reminded: "Taoist Master, watch out for the rear."
Obviously Lao Yue was worried unnecessarily. Zhao Zhengli used the length of the iron rod to pierce Reckless's wrist, and dropped his hammers. The broadsword on the lower plate was also close to his ankle. Zhao Dao stood up and struck with the stick within a short distance, and kicked the stone on the back of his neck. A kick to the face of Reckless, who had lost his hammer.
The two of them both retreated. Zhao Zhengli took advantage of his momentum to use his stick to kick the reckless man who threw away the hammer. His kick was worth hundreds of kilograms of energy, and his feet reached his face. His yellow teeth spit out blood.
Behind him, Shi Nian held his sword and slashed. The transformed sword energy nearly ten meters came from behind. Daozhang Zhao hurriedly raised his stick and swept back. The true energy exploded and the aftermath shook for several meters.
Before Zhao Zhengli could confiscate the stick, he saw four or five hidden weapons coming from the aftermath of the explosion. Unable to avoid it, he leaned back on the ground to dodge. When he stood up like a turtle, two hammers came down from above. Unable to avoid it, he raised his stick to resist.
"Clang!"
Two hammers hit the iron bar, and Zhao Zhengli's back sank into the ground for more than several centimeters.
"Whoosh!"
Then another bright sword hit his left arm. Zhao Zheng pushed the hammer away with all his strength, rolled on the ground, and then jumped into the air with the stick. Only a loud "bang" was heard below, and the hammer sank into the mark he left. The sword transformed from the true energy also slashed horizontally from below him.
Taoist priest Zhao let out a sigh of relief and secretly sighed that he couldn't take the risk next time.
The three of them had been fighting for more than a hundred rounds now. Shi Nian and Rude were both furious. They were both in the Grandmaster realm. Although the opponent's realm had an advantage, the combined efforts of their two Grandmasters could not hurt him at all. The opponent was an old antique and they both figured it out. , experienced in many battles has the advantage, but he is a young boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, where can he put his face when it is said?
The fair-faced Taoist Zhao had been fighting for a long time, which made him blush. Although his figure could not be said to be embarrassing, it was not good-looking either. After all, the three of them were in the Grandmaster realm. Even if he had the upper hand, he could not stop them for a while. And the two of them couldn't do anything against him. The only thing to be careful about was that they used hidden weapons. .
Daochang Zhao was waiting for Li Zhanyi, the guest of the Yu family. He had scolded the woman a hundred times in his heart and had been watching the fire in secret. He didn't know whether it was to test him or to hold grudges for defeating her with ten moves in Qingcheng Mountain last time.
Even if the woman doesn't take action, he can break through them one by one if he is given time.
The three of them went through hundreds of moves again, and the total amount of fighting was no less than 300 rounds. Daozhang Zhao dodged the hidden weapon no less than ten times. He spotted the opportunity and used all his strength to swing the "Tao Yi Transforms Ten Thousand" stick at Reckless who was traumatized by him earlier. The gas-shaped sticks overlapped one stick. He raised his hammers with all his strength to avoid it. He only heard a "clang" sound and his hammers were blown away from his hands. With the remaining half of the sticks, he lowered his head and fought with his back. At the cost It is like a fountain of blood falling down.
At that time, Zhao Zhengli clearly felt a peerless sword coming from his back, mixed with a hidden dart weapon. He originally planned to resist the sword forcefully with a stick and use the stick to block the hidden weapon.
This blow to Daochang Zhao was somewhat injured. Lao Yue's fists were crushed when he saw the situation, and he only regretted that he could not help.
Dang, Dang, Dang!
Suddenly two scimitars shaped like moon arcs broke through the air and scattered the darts. The remaining transformed zhenqi, Daochang Zhao, defeated them with his stick.
"bass!"
The Moon Arc Scimitar spun around in mid-air and returned to the original path. At this time, a lady in gorgeous clothes came out of the air and firmly caught the double blades in mid-air.
Daochang Zhao scolded his mother in his heart. He only showed up after the end of this. Are you sorry?
But thinking that she had just blocked the dart at the critical moment, I felt much better.
