Chapter 100: Don’t worry about the road ahead, watch you hold your head high
There is a legend in Yingzhou that during the Ancient Immortal Period, there lived the Nine Old Immortals. They lived an extremely carefree life with no long-term worries or immediate worries. They were not playing chess or drinking wine all day long, but just talking, laughing and singing. , they look as pale as white water, and "happy as a god" is played to the extreme in them.
Zhao Zhengli stood with his hands behind his hands in the Sanqing Hall on the top of the main peak, looking at the sea of clouds through the waist-high white marble fence.
He took in and out for a long time, and his state of mind did not calm down when he woke up from the dream, but instead became more and more turbulent.
There was a third pot of "Drunken Immortal Wine" placed on the stone pillar next to him. He withdrew his gaze and stared at the pot in a daze. Although the knot in his heart was untied, why was his heart even heavier?
In the past, he was still the carefree young junior uncle in Qingcheng Mountain. He would be confused about his life experience in his free time, but he would not think too much about it. But now he understands everything and has witnessed the tragic situation of his parents.
How to avenge this revenge?
Is it true that the injustice has its own owner and the debt has its owner? Are you going to kill the Song family royal family alone? Or should he be buried together with the rest of the world?
Either way is as difficult as climbing to heaven. If you ignore the common people in the world for revenge, it seems to go against the heart of spiritual practice. If you don't retaliate, you will be unworthy of your ancestors.
Zhao Zhengli was very confused. If he couldn't take revenge, what was the point of his practice?
It is extremely erratic to think about destiny or immortality. All he wants is to control his own destiny and protect the people he cares about. No matter how he is the king of a country or the leader of a sect, he cannot shake him.
Thinking of this, Zhao Zhengli felt determined. He once again looked down at the sea of clouds in Yingzhou, with extraordinary determination in his eyes.
It's just that if you ask questions and become an immortal, you can break open the gate of heaven, you can see the moon in the same water, and the flowers in the mirror are as illusory. Take the great masters who have reached the pinnacle of Taoism in the world as an example, but they can't withstand the consumption of dozens or millions of soldiers.
So as the old saying goes, there are no gods in the world, the emperor is heaven. The stronger the soldiers in your hands, the harder your life will be!
It seems that this principle was taken too far by the old emperor of the Song family. He was afraid that a second version of himself would appear out of thin air, support his troops and stand on his own feet, and cut off the enemy halfway, thus forming the current trend of suppressing martial arts and promoting literature.
But he forgot that the army is the sharp knife that guards the country. If everyone in the world disdains joining the army, won't the country become a piece of paper?
Because of this, Zhao Zhengli seemed to have anticipated something.
He looked far away in the direction of Qingguo and murmured surprisingly calmly: "It's time to take office!"
During his thoughts, his breath surged, like the anger of hatred, but also like a sense of enlightenment.
Three long rainbows appeared in front of the Sanqing Hall, none other than Taoist Yuan, Master Yiyuan Mountain, and Taoist Donghua.
The three people surrounded the young man in plain clothes and were extremely surprised.
The owner of Yiyuan Mountain opened the remaining pot of white marble pillars, tasted it, and wondered: "Isn't it fake?"
Then he looked at Zhao Zhengli, who was in plain clothes, and glanced at him with new eyes: "Is it possible that a heavenly being is really a reincarnation? If one can peek into the secrets of heaven, it would take an old Taoist more than ten years to see it thoroughly."
Yuan Chaoyang didn't know much about Zuixianjiu. He only knew that the owner of Yiyuan Mountain had patted his chest a few days ago and asked him to make plans to stay there for a year and a half.
It is said that ordinary people can sleep soundly for several months after drinking one cup of Drunken Immortal Wine, and a monk can stay drunk for a day or two. Secondly, it depends on his qualifications. He gave Zhao Zhengli three pots of wine in one go. Pour three bowls and drink three glasses in one bowl. No matter what his qualifications are, twenty-seven glasses of wine will keep him drunk for at least a year and a half.
And now he only spent six days, which is naturally surprising. In total, one bowl of wine for one day, two bottles of wine for six bowls, six days of drunkenness, nine times faster than those extremely qualified Tian Guocai, which really surprised everyone Eyes opened.
Taoist Donghua saw Zhao Zhengli looking left and right, and smiled knowingly: "Taoist Zi Yang and his apprentice Fairy Zi You returned to Penglai Island two days ago. His master and apprentice were extremely concerned about the little Taoist friend, and they both left messages. Zi Yang The Taoist said that he was destined to invite the young Taoist friend to Penglai as a guest. Fairy Ziyou said that after finishing the things at hand, he would personally look for the young Taoist friend to make up for the regret of the brief acquaintance at the Seventh Peak."
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After hearing this, Zhao Zhengli felt ashamed for a while, and couldn't help but think of the elastic and fleshy feeling of that slap. Now he recalled the scene of the two people's scuffle, which made him confused.
A few people went down the mountain around noon. Changhong stayed in Guanyun Pavilion on the mountainside. The white fog covering the mountainside had dissipated, and they could overlook the vast green mountains and sea.
Zhao Zhengli fixed his gaze on the shadowy crowd of people clearing wasteland on the Seventh Peak, and he naturally knew that they were the boatmen.
Everyone was very busy, holding hoes and baskets, pulling weeds to clear up wasteland, and digging soil to grow vegetables.
Are you planning to settle down for a long time?
He turned his gaze to his senior brother Yuan Chaoyang in confusion. The white-robed young man smiled brilliantly: "I thought you would be drunk for a year and a half. The few of us can barely manage three meals a day in Yingzhou, but the boatman and the dozens of boatmen have a big appetite." , there are so many people, they naturally have to take the initiative to make a living."
The owner of Yiyuan Mountain made a haha to cover up the embarrassment of his wrong decision: "I thought that these rough guys were just people who only ate and did not do anything. Who knew that they could cultivate wasteland and fish in the sea? In recent days, they have gone to I couldn’t finish the fish delivered to me in three days, which really surprised me.”
Then he stroked his beard and revealed his shortcomings with a smile on his face: "It seems like what Zi Yang said, apart from fighting, observing people and predicting things is a layman's thing!"
He thought about it and felt proud: "But even if he knows things well and can't win in a fight or drink, well, it's all in vain!"
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No one spoke to me.
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The wind picked up on the sea, the anchored giant ship raised its sails, and the ship's whistle kept shouting. On the shore, people wearing long gowns and cloaks watched the journey away. Yuan Daoren and the master of Yiyuan Mountain stood in the void and said goodbye.
Li Zhanyi and Yu Xiaowei stood on the deck with reluctance. Not only did they not have to worry about food and accommodation here, even the thin spiritual energy from the outside world seemed to be free. They could feel every trace of it entering their bodies with just one breath. Na, more like a tank of tide, it just makes people want to stop.
For the past six days, the two of them basically stayed behind closed doors except for eating and drinking. Their cultivation could not be said to be thousands of miles a day, but also dozens or hundreds of miles a day.
In terms of benefits, the two of them are second to none. At least Yuan Chaoyang can see that the plump Emei Li Zhanyi has reached the peak of the middle-level master, and the "sister-in-law" with a near-perfect figure has also touched the threshold of the middle-level.
In the discussion of leisure, Yuan Chaoyang and his beloved wife Yang were regarded as guests of Yingzhou. They visited the Tiankeng Shiru where Zuixianjiu is brewed, visited Taoist temples one by one, and drank a few drinks of Zuixianjiu. Cup, it just has little effect at their level.
The only thing they suffered was the rough guys who were boatmen, but they didn't feel any pain at all. They even felt like they were on vacation in a fairyland. They couldn't let go of the barren fields they had worked so hard to dig on the seventh peak.
If they don't have wives, children, and children, but they still deliberately settle down, live in the sacred mountains, surrounded by immortals, and become more or less tainted with the "immortal spirit" as time goes by, they may live to be three to five hundred years old.
After all, they are ordinary people, and they have not reached that level of sober-mindedness. They are still fresh for three to five and a half months, but as time goes by, they may feel uncomfortable all over. They want to be noisy at the pier with a mixed crowd, and even more want to tease the beauty in the dark alley.
Therefore, the rough guys resolutely abandoned the newly reclaimed wasteland in Yingzhou and decided to save their strength and return to the secular world to cultivate the "fertile fields" in the alleys.
The third pot of Drunk Immortal Wine was taken away by Zhao Zhengli. In order to establish a good relationship, the Lord of Yiyuan Mountain also gave an extra piece of Yingzhou's "Nine Glory Wuji", which is divided into three chapters, the upper and middle chapters. The upper and middle chapters are about the heart. , the next part is about the exercises.
Naturally, the gift given to Zhao Zhengli was the previous mental method "Nine Breaths of Breathing", which was mainly used to consolidate the foundation of true energy. True energy is the foundation of a monk. Zhao Zhengli naturally did not mind making it stronger, so he started to practice it on the same day.
When the giant ship sailed more than a hundred feet away, the originally vaguely clear Yingzhou Sacred Mountain suddenly blurred and disappeared in just a few breaths. All that could be seen was the sea water bordering the sky and the earth.
Those rough guys who originally planned to memorize the location of Yingzhou had their calculations completely shattered at this moment, and changed to a mentality of respecting heaven and earth and respecting gods.
On the way back to the sea, I don't know whether it was Taoist Yuan who secretly used tricks or whether the Yingzhou Mist Formation had a miraculous effect. It took half a month to reach the coast of the East China Sea, directly bypassing dozens or hundreds of islands, and the East China Sea City was even more I didn't see the shadow.
Yuan Chaoyang himself was also confused. It was not until he got off the boat that he saw a few inconspicuous talismans posted on the stern of the giant ship. When he walked in, he saw that it was the talismans that had shrunk to an inch. Without thinking, he knew that they were the handiwork of the master of Yiyuan Mountain.
Yuan Chaoyang saluted the head of the vast East China Sea, carefully tore off the talisman, and gave one to Zhao Zheng, who had a question mark on his face. He put the rest in his sleeves and then said: "This is a talisman shrunk into an inch. The cinnabar and talisman paper are extremely exquisite." , the talismans written are full of Taoist charm, you can copy them if you have nothing to do, and see if you can learn some clues!"
Zhao Zhengli wondered: "How is it different from our Qingcheng Mountain talisman?"
Yuan Chaoyang paused: "It's like the difference between a wooden stick and an iron rod!"
Seeing that Zhao Zhengli was even more confused, he added: "But it also depends on your ability to hold a wooden stick. If it is in the hands of a highly skilled person, not to mention the wooden stick, even an iron rod can be easily broken by pulling out a piece of grass and leaves."
"If we are at the same level, wooden sticks and weeds are naturally no match for iron sticks, so it depends on how to use the sharp weapons in other people's hands for your own use. Some are robbing, some are learning, and some are exchanging. Just like this time when I went to Yingzhou, my way We have discussed preparations for the exchange of goods with the head brother."
Zhao Zhengli couldn't help but ask: "Which category does senior brother belong to?"
The young master in white robe showed a mysterious smile: "Do all three. If you meet someone who is reasonable, change or imitate. If someone is unreasonable, just grab it. If you can't win, just create momentum and confuse the situation. Then take advantage of the opportunity to strike. In short, don't give up until you achieve your goal." "
Zhao Zhengli looked strangely.
Yuan Chaoyang glanced at him and said disdainfully: "There is an old saying that goes, "In life, you can't fight for your reputation without making steamed buns." "The "struggle" among them is to fight with heaven and fight with people. In the secular world, it can be as small as comparisons between people, or as big as countries and countries. It is happening all the time. Ordinary people are like this, let alone those who go against heaven. Monk."
"As long as people and gods are not angry, we can try our best to gather the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought to consolidate and build our own "Tao"."
Zhao Zhengli nodded as if he understood something. For this senior brother who was more like a master, he would listen respectfully and carefully when he occasionally warned him earnestly.
Yuan Chaoyang hurriedly added: "This Tao does not teach you to be a bad person. It only teaches you how to be honest and tactful. You must never be soft-hearted towards your enemies and be honest with your friends. After all, the world is like thick ink. In Bai's world, Paper can be dyed black."
"If you want to pursue the road in this chaotic world, in addition to facing your own many confusions, you also have to resist the punishment of heaven and earth, and you need to be on guard against unpredictable people. Over the past decades or hundreds of years, geniuses have come one after another, and finally they can grow up. How many people are there? Which of the great masters you have seen so far is not a monster that has matured with age? Just like the Du family and the Northern Shaolin, if they were young in nature, they would definitely overthrow their lair and burn down the temple. The bigger the issue becomes, the better it is to put an end to it."
Zhao Zhengli nodded blankly.
Yang Guifen looked at Yuan Chaoyang, who had returned to his youth, and gave orders to his junior brother in an old-fashioned way, and smiled sweetly for no reason.
Is this the old bad guy teaching the little bad guy?
Li Zhanyi and Yu Xiaowei just walked aside and listened to the rough and rude reasoning.
Several people landed on the shore and entered a group of officials and carriages under the watchful eyes of the boatmen and waiters.
The person who was greeted with great fanfare was Zhou Mo, the magistrate of Wendeng County. He was an old acquaintance with Xu Liang, the governor of Qingzhou, and Xu Liang was the father of Xu Chen, the commander of Qin Feng Road's right army. , applauded Zhao Zhengli's achievements in Shu one after another, and thus formed a bond of mutual respect across the distance.
The magistrate of Wendeng County learned this from his good friend Xu Liang. In addition, the emperor issued a decree to pardon the rebellious minister's son, and posthumously named Zhao Zhengli the captain of the Qingqi chariot in the Changning Army on Hedong Road. He also had the title of fourth-grade military attache behind him. The Qingcheng Mountain of Jianghu Sect supported him.
If the trend continues, this "relict son of a rebellious minister" will definitely become famous in the world of martial arts and temples in the near future, so it is not a loss of status for him to welcome him in person.
However, this fourth-grade Qingqi Captain is too young.
The group naturally accepted the county magistrate's kindness, living in the most luxurious courtyard, eating the most delicious food, and enjoying the most beautiful dances.
After two days of this, Zhao Zhengli started to head north to Hedong Road to take up his post. However, Yuan Chaoyang and Yang Guifen did not accompany him on the grounds that they were traveling around the world.
He naturally knew that this was another way for Taoist Yuan to teach him independence.
Li Zhanyi wanted to go back to Emei, but the direction was different, so he separated early, leaving Yu Xiaowei, the young lady of the Yu family who was submissive and didn't know how to speak.
Zhao Zhengli glanced at the delicate beauty who became more and more graceful. Although the two expressed their feelings for each other, they did not develop further. Zhao Zhengli already regarded her as a close relative and did not want to bathe in the wind and sand of the frontier fortress with him. He said very coquettishly: "The wind and sand of the frontier fortress are strong and there are many wars. ,so……"
Before he could finish speaking, Yu Xiaowei answered quickly: "So I should share the joys and sorrows with you, right?"
Zhao Zhengli looked at those gleaming eyes full of expectation and held it in for a long time without saying the word "no"!
He closed his eyes, felt nervous, and nodded in acquiescence.
The next moment, Zhao Zhengli felt like he was being hugged by two slender and boneless things, followed by two soft and warm objects pressing against his body. He subconsciously hugged his slender waist, the fragrant breeze hit his nostrils, he breathed sharply, and felt inexplicably comfortable and at ease in his heart.
There is no reason to think of the happy poem "Love the country, love the beauty even more!"
He hugged the beauty in his arms tightly and looked north with a thought in his mind: "Don't worry about the road ahead, I will look at you with your head held high!"
