Chapter 101: One thought touches the head
On the post road from Qingzhou to Damingfu, an official carriage drove quickly.
There were cavalry soldiers on each side of the carriage, wearing black black armor and long-handled waist swords. They looked ahead with solemn and ruthless eyes.
Inside the carriage curtain, a handsome man and beautiful woman sat cross-legged, her eyes closed and her body swaying slightly as the carriage jolted.
The stunning woman would occasionally open her eyes to peek at the handsome young man who was closing his eyes to express his feelings. When the other man noticed, he would quickly close his eyes and dodge his gaze. Repeatedly, the young man, with a doting smile on his lips, took the playful and shy beauty into his arms.
The convoy was none other than Zhao Zhengli, who was heading to Hedong Road for his appointment.
The two cavalry accompanying them on the left and right were ordered to escort the imperial army, the two brothers Wang Wu and Wang Liu.
The road is smooth and covered with dense shade. From a distance, the post road seems to be bordering heaven and earth, and at the end of the field of vision, there are two figures standing in the middle of the road.
The Imperial Guards on the left and right walked a certain distance and found that the other side had not moved. The two of them looked forward and gradually became alert. Their hands had unknowingly tightened their swords, ready to deliver a smart blow if necessary.
The handsome men and beautiful women who were chatting with each other in the carriage had a vague feeling. This was the monk's subtle insight into the breath. Because the left and right forbidden troops were holding their breath and guarding against each other at this moment, the gradual changes in breathing frequency were keenly captured by the two.
Zhao Zhengli opened the curtain and looked ahead. There were two people standing on the post road about a hundred feet away. One was tall and tall, with dark skin and an even darker beard. He was wearing a coarse linen short shirt, trousers, and a waistband. There is a long sword attached to it, with a striking red sword swinging from the hilt.
Zhao Zhengli remembered his identity. At Jianmen Pass on the ancient Shu Road, the most arrogant young man in Jiange was Mu Dongfang.
He hung a long sword on his waist as a "throat-sealer", which is as famous as the sword in the sword pavilion that slaughtered hundreds of thousands of Tubo people.
Zhao Zhengli seemed to have agreed on a competition in the capital when he passed through Jianmen Pass, but after twists and turns, he missed the competition.
However, it was not difficult to tell from Mu Dongfang's smiling face that he seemed to have been looking forward to it for a long time. Zhao Zhengli looked around. This post road was vast and sparsely populated, making it a good place to show off his skills.
And when he saw the graceful woman with a flowing skirt next to him, he was stunned, and all kinds of unspeakable emotions came to his mind in an instant. The sudden reunion made him feel a little ashamed, because he heard that she had been looking for her in the world. Himself, and he was only thinking about solving the mystery of his life experience and ignored her...
While he was feeling annoyed, the woman he didn't know how to face almost flew towards him. Her long skirt fluttered close to her body, perfectly showing off her curvy figure.
The Imperial Guards on the left and right were about to draw their swords at the intruder, but Zhao Zheng got off the carriage and raised his hand to stop them.
I saw the cheerful long skirt flying, about to fly into the arms of the bad Taoist priest whom I was thinking of, but when I got close, I suddenly stopped it because I saw the bad Taoist priest subconsciously turned his head and glanced at the beautiful woman with a smile on the carriage.
She knew that woman, she was none other than Yu Xiaowei, the daughter of the then Minister of War, and they had frequent contacts in the capital in the past.
It's just that when we meet now, I feel a little jealous for no reason.
When she arrived in front of the bad Taoist priest, her original words were reduced to two choked words: "Taoist priest~"
Seeing her delicate appearance, Zhao Zhengli wanted to hold her in his arms and comfort her, but his reason overcame his impulse and he responded softly: "Xiaoyu, you're fine!"
She took a peek at the carriage, with sadness on her face, and replied softly: "That day, Xiaoyu and the man in white who abducted her sister lost her. When they came back, they found that they had lost the Taoist priest again. She was very upset and blamed herself. She has been thinking about him. Chang'an was in danger, and he was looking for his sister everywhere. One day, a masked woman in white suddenly handed over a letter written by her sister. Only then did he learn that she had been rescued by Nanhai Ziyun Sect and became a disciple of Nanhai. Later, he heard from Jianghu Yuan Zhenren, the second Taoist in Qingcheng, came down the mountain to vent his anger on the Taoist priest and pushed him to the north of Shaolin. Then he set foot on the Du family, causing a sensation in the whole world. At that time, he heard that Xiaoyu was very happy. Later, he heard that the Taoist priest and Yuan Zhenren went east to the sea to visit immortals. Xiaoyu felt relieved after hearing that the giant ship was a gift from the ancestor of the Du family."
Zhao Zhengli was puzzled: "How did you know that I would pass through this place?"
Biyu nuzzled at the burly Mu Dongfang behind her and said, "He said you were going to the north to be an official. He asked me to wait for you here with him."
Zhao Zhengli glanced at the man with a sinewy face, dark skin and black beard and a coarse linen shirt. He was guarding the west gate of the Qing Kingdom at the Jiange News Network. It was not difficult to know his intention to pardon and then appoint an official.
Before the two of them could talk too much, a gentler voice came from the carriage: "Sister Xiaoyu, it's windy outside, come to the car and take shelter!"
Biyu glanced at the bad Taoist priest, said "Oh" reluctantly, and moved slowly to the carriage.
Zhao Zhengli drove the carriage forward again.
The man in the rough linen shirt still looked at each other from a distance.
The distance between them has shortened to tens of feet. The imperial guards on the left and right stared at the man with the sword in front of him without any intention of avoiding him. The two brothers were also ready to draw their swords at any time.
At that time, Zhao Zhengli waved his hand: "Both of you, the people coming here are also friends of ours!"
The Imperial Guards on the left and right hesitated for a moment, and they clearly noticed that the fighting spirit exuded by the burly man was completely different from the cheerful woman in the long skirt just now.
The next second, the two brothers felt their hair stand on end, because Taoist Zhao, who had just said that "the person coming here is his friend," was even more aggressive, and the slightly upturned corners of his mouth showed confidence.
The eyes of the two Imperial Guards on the left and right alternated. Even though they had all kinds of doubts, they still chose to loosen their grip on the scimitar.
At the same time, the imperial guards on the left and right felt a gust of wind rushing past their horses.
The horse suddenly neighed, and two afterimages in the distance were already within easy reach.
"boom"
A palm was extended, and the true energy was billowing. The transformed palm force collided with each other in an instant, and the aftermath rolled up the dust in the sky to cover the two of them.
"Boom boom boom boom!"
There was a deafening sound of bare-handed fighting in the flying dust. Three moves were exchanged, and the sound of a long sword being unsheathed was heard. A cold light flashed, followed by a rough voice: "Brother Zhao, please draw your sword!"
The next moment, a purple light flashed across the carriage, and it was a purple sword that flew up on its own and landed firmly in Zhao Zhengli's hand. He responded very calmly: "Just try three swords!"
The words just fell.
"bass!"
"bass!"
The two swords burst out with cold light, clashing with each other at the speed of thunder and lightning, and the harsh metal sound was accompanied by sparks shooting out.
This sword was a pure fight of brute force and the rigidity and softness of the blade. The two of them walked steadily, neither retreating nor advancing, and their brute strength was evenly matched.
The Ziyang Sword and the Throat-Sealing Sword made buzzing sword sounds, the cold light of the sword energy became stronger, and the true energy appeared, like two burning torches.
The two of them looked at each other, and the blazing true energy attached to the sword gradually transformed into two long swords of light that were tens of feet tall.
"Crack!!"
At this moment, the air seemed to be torn apart. The true energy of the two people continued to rise, and the transformed true energy swords in their hands grew stronger. Finally, they were like two divine pillars standing between heaven and earth, dazzling.
"Bang!"
The two qi were repelled to a certain extent, and the two of them were pushed several feet away.
Infuriating energy is equally divided.
The two of them looked at each other in the air, their eyes becoming more and more fierce with fighting intent, but neither of them took the lead because they were planning a third attempt to use their magical powers.
It is also the degree of their understanding of "the great road".
Use your own true energy to resonate with the Dao and turn it into your own use. The deeper the Dao practice, the more powerful the Dao will be. When you reach the realm of a great master, you can understand one method and even have the means to practice the Dao on behalf of heaven. As for the land of heaven and man, where one method can understand all methods, It is even more out of reach and I dare not dream about it.
There are thousands of Taoist teachings, all of which are filled with true energy.
In the final analysis, everything must be based on strong true energy, unlike sword manuals, boxing techniques, and clever restraint moves.
The two of them fought three punches with bare hands, and they could directly see each other's physique and agility.
Drawing swords to compete with Qi is also to further test the foundation.
The first two attempts paved the way for the third move. If the confidence was lost in the two attempts, the third collision between Tao and Xing would naturally be unnecessary.
It was obvious that the two tests were both equally matched, and only then did he look more warlike.
The atmosphere at the scene was unprecedentedly oppressive, and even the horse pulling the cart became silent. Upon closer inspection, its four legs were trembling slightly, as if it had a premonition of the oppression of invisible forces.
Yu Xiaowei, who was also at the Grand Master level, could see that the two of them were on par with each other. She was very nervous at first, and she didn't know why. But as time went on, she became more and more relaxed, and even began to figure out and deduce the moves of the two.
At this moment, she was holding her fragrant cheeks and staring at the plain shirt with his back to her. He was holding a purple sword in one hand, and the big sleeves of the shirt were swaying in the wind, giving people an indescribable feeling. She even felt inexplicably at ease in her heart. Obviously she was also Knowing that the two of them were simply competing, she felt as safe as if Su Shan had blocked thousands of troops.
However, when she glanced at Biyu next to her who was even more nervous than she was, everything was gone.
"Buzz!"
There was a faint sound in the silent air. The two mounted Imperial Guards subconsciously looked around, but found nothing unusual.
After all, Yu Xiaowei was at the peak of the first grade. She also had no clues. She only felt that her whole body was surrounded by dangers and was surrounded by countless invisible sharp weapons.
"Uh-huh!"
Just as she thought, countless zhenqi swords in the air were transforming from intangible to tangible, square-inch-sized. This was the "sword-raising style" that the slave at the gate of Jianmen Gate spent his whole life learning.
Use heaven and earth as swords.
It's just that it's far from achieving a heaven-defying effect. If this sword were used by a great master, it would definitely be a shocking scene.
At this moment, dozens or even hundreds of small swords were stabbing at the man in plain clothes holding a purple sword.
Ordinary people would have started to panic, but his smile became brighter and brighter. Although he was also threatened by a powerful enemy, if he was not careful, he would be pierced by dozens or hundreds of small swords.
Unexpectedly, he put down the purple sword in his hand, held his breath and closed his eyes, allowing dozens or hundreds of small swords to attack quickly.
Even in the distance, Mu Dongfang began to worry for him. Was he giving up on his death wish?
He just wanted to learn from each other and make up for the regret of being separated from Jianmen Pass. If he really killed the fourth-rank military attache of the imperial court, I am afraid that his master and the slave guard would not be able to explain to the imperial court.
However, his worries seemed to be exactly the opposite of those of the one on the throne, but he didn't understand the twists and turns of the story between the two.
While everyone was worried, Su Shan could only see one hand raised and pressed down, followed by invisible palm force falling from the sky, accurately hitting every small sword that was approaching quickly.
In an instant, it was like fireworks and firecrackers, "bang bang bang bang".
At the same time, Mu Dongfang looked up above his head, and saw a big hand silently hanging three feet above the ground, carrying unfathomable power.
His heart was as dejected as death. The winner was decided, and he said sadly, "Does this palm have a name?"
Zhao Zhengli thought for a while: "There is a poem by Li Bai, the wine fairy, that says, "The immortal caressed my head, and my hair was tied and I received immortality." ", and this palm of mine arises from thoughts. One thought arises and one thought disappears. It is called "One thought touches the top!" ""
Mu Dongfang was ashamed: "...what's your current name?"
Su Shan scratched his head: "I've been thinking about it for a long time, but I'm still not sure!"
Mu Dongfang was ashamed again: "Did you realize it yourself?"
Zhao Zhengli thought for a while and smiled shyly: "Looking at the East China Sea, I had a small impression. Then I went to Yingzhou in the East China Sea to look at the sea of clouds and realized it. I naturally got this palm!"
"..."
Mu Dongfang felt a huge pain in his chest. He had some small feelings and some big realizations. He said it so easily. It took his master, the slave guarding the pavilion, a lifetime to figure out the "sword raising posture", and he had just used it like a gourd and a ladle.
Comparing them like this, one is in heaven and the other is on earth in terms of understanding.
He realized what it means to be "more irritating than others!"
Many thoughts flashed through Mu Dongfang's mind, and finally he remembered the words of the cabinet slave: "Walk with the wise, and stay with the strong!"
This friend is made!
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Another person was added to the official carriage heading to Daming Mansion. What Zhao Zhengli didn't expect was that this rough swordsman Mu Dongfang was extremely thick-skinned.
One second after he lost, he looked like a frost-beaten eggplant, but the next second he was immediately full of energy and became familiar with him and called him a brother.
He even took the initiative to hold the reins and drive the carriage, acting like a younger brother.
However, there was a huge difference in appearance between the two, and they were several years older than Zhao Zhengli, which made the fourth-rank Qingqi Captain feel embarrassed.
Mu Dongfang is surprisingly talkative. He can talk about things as small as what he had for dinner the night before and how many times he peed in the middle of the night. He can talk about his ambitions to dominate the world and dominate the world.
When he learned that Zhao Zhengli had gone north to Hedong Road to fort Chang Ning's army to take up the post of captain of Qingche, he was as excited as if he had been given blood. He said:
"With a hundred soldiers in hand, the bully is frightened."
"There are thousands of troops under my tent, and the civil servants are dizzy."
"With a hundred thousand generals under his command, half will be king."
"Leading a million soldiers alone, it is difficult for the king of hell to take his life."
Zhao Zhengli shook his head violently, causing the rough man to have stars in his eyes. He rubbed his head and looked back at the young man in plain clothes inexplicably.
Zhao Zhengli glanced at the left and right Imperial Guards escorted by two cavalry with his peripheral vision. Only then did he remember that he was speaking freely. If this word reached the ears of the old emperor, how could a "rebel" come to deal with a group of people?
The advantage of riding in an official carriage is that there are no questions about customs clearance documents, no routine searches and inspections, and no cunning people blocking the way, so all checkpoints can be passed smoothly.
Of course, people like Mu Dongfang are exceptions.
On the afternoon of the third day, we arrived at Damingfu on Hebei East Road. This place is separated from Hebei West Road by Hedong Road. If we take the official road, there will definitely be a lot of twists and turns. Taking the civilian post road is the shortest way, which is naturally not as smooth and flat as the official road.
A group of people spent a day repairing in Daming Mansion, and the host, Bo Tan Kaisu, personally sent away these plague gods who today's temples and rivers do not dare to offend.
The governor of Daming Prefecture, Ye Tianye, the prefecture pastor Jiang Yantong, and the military governor Shi Momo all met each other and left in a hurry.
I don't want to offend, but I don't want to get close.
A typical old man in the officialdom, because they didn't understand Zhao Zhengli. He first entered the capital and was still in the Tianshi Mansion. Later, he inexplicably became the son of a rebellious official wanted in the world. Now he has been pardoned and became the fourth-rank captain of the light carriage. .
For these bureaucrats who are far away from the court, who can see who is not confused?
