Since mid-morning, wealthy businessmen of all sizes came to send gifts to celebrate their birthdays. The gifts ranged from silks and satins to antiques and jewelry. However, Yuan Zhengye was in charge of the overall situation this morning, and no one was seen.
It wasn't until the luncheon that the old man showed up, said some words of thanks, and went back to his room before finishing the meal. The wealthy businessmen present here not only did not feel slighted at all, but actually felt honored.
After the luncheon, except for Yuan Zhengye's close friends who stayed to drink tea, the others dispersed in a sensible manner.
Before I finished drinking the pot of tea, I heard from the concierge: "Emei Zhi Shuishi is here! Send me ten golden sunflowers!"
"Brother Liu, Brother Wang, excuse me." Yuan Zhengye hurriedly put down the teapot in his hand and walked out of the house, leaving Wang and Liu with shocked faces.
"Brother Liu, did you know that the Yuan family also has friendship with such big martial arts sects?"
"Brother Wang, there is no difference between what I know and what you know. Previously, I only knew that Mr. Yuan was profound in martial arts and that the Yuan family had some secret relationships with the princes and ministers in the court. I didn't expect that he would be so deeply involved in the world."
Yuan Zhengye saw Emei and his party in the atrium, stepped forward and bowed, "My nephew has met Master Zhishui."
"Nephew, you don't need to be polite. I wonder if Mr. Yuan is still okay?"
"Master Lao, I'm really worried about you. My father is fine. My father has given instructions and asked Master and his team to go to the martial arts hall and sit down for a while."
"My virtuous nephew."
"Master, you're too kind."
Master Zhishui spoke very little along the way, and Yuan Zhengye was wise enough not to talk much and just led the way silently. When we arrived at the martial arts hall, we saw six chairs in the hall, divided into three and three pairs.
"Come, let's serve Yuncha. Master, please excuse me, my nephew." Yuan Zhengye bowed briefly and left in a hurry.
Master Zhishui just nodded, turned around and looked at the layout of the hall, thought for a moment, and sat down on the third chair on the right.
Not long after, a servant brought tea. Master Zhishui picked up the tea cup and saw that the tea was light blue and clear, and the tea was as dense as clouds. The fragrance entered the lungs, and the taste was sweet, and then the mouth and nose were fragrant.
"Wuyin Peak Cloud Tea is well-deserved!" Afterwards, Master Zhishui looked at her nose, mouth and mind, and seemed to have entered a state of concentration.
"Taoist Master Xuance of Wudang has arrived! I will give you ten kilograms of Hantan Black Iron as a gift!"
"The true Taoist from Qingcheng Cave has arrived! Ten pounds of Dongtian tea will be given to you!"
"Xuanhuo Sect Qi Tiansheng has arrived! I will give you ten snow lotuses from the Western Regions!"
Everyone took their seats one after another, Taoist priests Xuance and Dongzhen sat in the second seat on the left and right respectively, and leader Qi Tiansheng sat in the third seat on the left. Everyone saw the gift and tasted tea, and then they all seemed to be in trance.
There was silence in the martial arts hall. Not long after, the four of them opened their eyes and stood up at the same time, only to see that the old man had appeared in the martial arts hall at some unknown time.
"I've met Mr. Yuan!" the four of them said at the same time.
"Okay," the old man raised his right hand, and then said to himself: "Here he comes." There was some joy in his words.
I just heard the words from the concierge: "Mr. Nan Jin has arrived" and "Mr. Hokusai has arrived!"
Before he finished speaking, two people appeared in front of the hall: the one on the left was wearing a Yunmo robe, holding a landscape folding fan, with black hair simply played in a bun, and star-shaped eyebrows with sword eyes; the one on the right was wearing a navy blue Taoist robe, with a white jade gourd hanging around his waist. White hair and childish face.
The four people in the hall first respectfully said to the person on the left: "I have met Mr. Hokusai."
Then he saluted the person on his right: "I have met Mr. Nan Jin."
The two people ignored the four people in the hall, just paced a little, forming a confrontation with the elder, and then stood still.
From the perspective of Yu Zhishui and the other four people, Mr. Beizhai is like a changing situation, with treacherous and murderous intentions; Mr. Nan Jin is like someone who has been in the altar for many years, calm but with undercurrents; Mr. Yuan is like a sword with not one handle yet. The unsheathed sword stood in the violent wind and rain.
"Hahaha!" The three of them laughed at the same time, and the suffocating exchange of energy in the hall suddenly melted like ice and snow.
"It seems that my eldest brother has made great progress over the years and has made further progress!" Hokusai said with a smile while waving his folding fan.
"Yes, brother's sword intention has become more solid and solid." Nan Jin also smiled and agreed.
"You two are very diligent," the old man replied, and then he said to everyone in the hall, "Sit down, and I will bring you a jar of twenty-year-old immortals."
"Yes, sir."
Beizhai and Nan Jin smiled and sat down at the front seats on the left and right, and the elder Yuan also took his seat in the center. Zhi Shui and others waited until the three of them sat down before they dared to take their seats. After sitting down, they did not say anything and just listened to the casual teasing of the three innate masters.
When the wine came, the old man ordered someone to pour a bowl. Then he stood up and said: "Everyone here is either a sworn brother of Yuan or someone who has a relationship with Yuan. There is no need to be polite. There is nothing good in Yuan's house, so we can only prepare a little." I'll pour my heart into the wine. Everyone, please do it first as a courtesy to Yuan."
After saying that, he drank from the glass of wine. Everyone saw this and drank it all.
"It's almost time. Come with me."
The old man led everyone to the backyard and saw more than ten people standing in the backyard. They were all important officials of the court and princes and princes. One of them was wearing red and yellow uniforms, and he looked down upon the world. He was the emperor of the dynasty.
The four Zhishui men immediately knelt down to salute the emperor when they saw him, while the two Beizhai men raised their hands casually and stood up leisurely.
When the emperor saw the old man, he took the initiative to salute him and called him sir.
The old man waved his hands and then fell silent. Everyone also stood up, as if they were waiting for something.
After about two sticks of incense, a person suddenly appeared in the courtyard. This person was dressed in a black Taoist robe with Yin and Yang Bagua patterns on it. He wore a silver Taoist crown on his head. He had an ordinary face. He was about thirty years old.
The three elders were the first to notice that there was one more person in the courtyard. Beizhai and Nan Jin were the first to kneel down on one knee and call them Immortals; the rest of them all knelt down after they realized what they were doing, and they were also called Immortals.
Only Mr. Yuan, whose aura surged, his sword intent burst out, stretched out his hand, and a three-foot black long sword flew out of the room behind him.
Holding the sword in his hand, Mr. Yuan's sword intention was even more powerful. He was like a peerless sword coming out of its sheath, and thrust out like a dragon out of the sea. In an instant, he was in front of Xu Xianchang, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared behind Xu Xianchang. For a moment, Xu Xianchang was surrounded by the figure of the elder, and his sword energy was everywhere.
Looking at Xu Xianchang again, he always had a faint smile on his face, with his hands behind his back, and the sword energy could not get within a foot of his body. He even glanced at the little head that stuck out as the sword flew out.
Suddenly, everyone withdrew their sword energy, and Mr. Yuan appeared ten feet away from Xu Xianren. He used his fingers as a sword, and let the long sword in his hand rise into the air, and then the long sword suddenly glowed with white light.
The old man shouted loudly and stabbed Xu Xian with his sword.
Xu Xianchang smiled even more when he saw this scene. He didn't see any unnecessary movements. He just stretched out his index finger with his right hand and drew a circle at random. The flying long sword actually turned around and flew back. He took a step in front of the old man and suddenly downwards. , the whole sword body was submerged into the ground, leaving only the hilt outside. The bluestone-paved ground was like tofu in front of the sword.
"Shouyi"
"Brother Xu..." The old man fell into a trance when he heard "Shou Yi", as if he had seen himself again when he was fifteen years old.
When he was fifteen years old, Yuan Shouyi, who was born into an ordinary village family, followed his father into the mountains to collect medicine.
Shouyi's mother died in childbirth. When he was young, his father worked as an apprentice at the town's medical clinic and learned the art of collecting herbs. After the doctor of the medical clinic passed away, he made a living by collecting herbs.
When the father and son were picking a periwinkle on the cliff, they accidentally fell off the cliff. Yuan Shouyi had a great destiny, and when he woke up, he found that he had fallen on an evergreen pine growing out of the cliff.
After sitting in silence for a while, Yuan Shouyi seemed to accept the fact that his father had passed away. He began to look around and saw a natural cave about a foot above the tree.
After a lot of effort, Shouyi crawled into the cave. He was startled after taking a few steps inside. A young man not much older than himself was sitting cross-legged, with blood stains on his chest.
Just as he took a few steps closer, the man suddenly opened his eyes, glanced at himself, and then closed them again. When Yuan Shouyi saw this, he didn't dare to get close at will. However, he couldn't fly out from the cliff, so he had no choice but to huddle in a corner of the cave.
Just when Shouyi was about to meet his father again in a daze, the man suddenly asked: "Why did you come to Wumeng Mountain at such a young age?"
There was a calmness in this voice. After hearing this, Shouyi immediately woke up and quickly settled down. Then he told about the time he and his father went into the mountains to collect medicine.
After hearing this, the man pondered for a while and said: "My name is Xu Jingtian. I am a disciple of Xuanyuan Sect. I fought with powerful enemies and was seriously injured here to recuperate. Don't panic. I will take you down the mountain when my injury is better." ." After saying that, he closed his eyes and rested.
Yuan Shouyi didn't know what Shang Zong's powerful enemy was. He only understood that this man was injured and could take him down after he recovered.
One day passed, Xu Jingtian was still closing his eyes to heal his injuries, but Yuan Shouyi was hungry and thirsty. Yuan Shouyi touched the ginseng in his arms and thought, "I have no choice but to eat this century-old ginseng." Just as his stomach growled, a pill the size of a little finger flew in front of him.
"This is Bigu Pill. After taking it, you can go without food or water for more than ten days."
Yuan Shouyi looked at Xu Jingtian, who didn't even move his eyelids. Then he looked at the pill in front of him. Without hesitation, he grabbed it and swallowed it alive.
About a quarter of an hour later, Yuan Shouyi felt full of energy and no longer felt hungry or thirsty. Yuan Shouyi bravely asked Xu Jingtian, "Are you a god?"
Xu Jingtian had no reaction.
Yuan Shouyi asked again: "Immortal, I have a century-old wild ginseng here. My father told me that this ginseng is very tonic. All the women from rich families eat this after giving birth..."
"Take it and take a look." Xu Jingtian interrupted before he could finish.
After hearing this, Yuan Shouyi walked up to Xu Jingtian, took out the ginseng from his arms and handed it to him. Xu Jingtian didn't stretch out his hand, took a closer look, and concluded that this was a wild ginseng that was about 200 years old. Then he muttered something, and then he saw a wisp of thin flames floating out of his mouth and wrapping around the ginseng.
Yuan Shouyi was so frightened that he quickly took his hand back, ran a few steps away, and watched quietly. I saw the ginseng melting quickly in the flames, extracting impurities, and finally forming a ball of white liquid floating in the air.
After doing all this, Xu Jingtian's face turned pale. Then he sucked it in, and the ginseng liquid entered his mouth like a small white snake. He immediately closed his eyes tightly and became silent again.
Yan Shouyi saw that the "god" looked like a stone, so he didn't dare to disturb him and stayed on the other side of the cave.
Ten days later, Xu Jingtian opened his eyes and saw a big face covered with mud.
Yuan Shouyi jumped back in fright when he saw Xu Jingtian suddenly opening his eyes, and then asked, "Xu Shenxian, are you okay?"
Xu Jingtian didn't reply to him. He stood up and stretched out a finger to draw a few times in the air. Suddenly, the wind picked up from the ground and picked up the two of them, flying outward in a mighty force.
"Where do you live?" Yuan Shouyi, who was in the sky, was surprised and excited. Hearing this, he quickly pointed to the direction. Suddenly, the two of them landed in a courtyard.
"Is this your home?" Xu Jingtian asked.
Yuan Shouyi looked around and replied, "Thank you very much, Xu Shenxian, it's my home."
Xu Jingtian nodded and said, "Are you willing if I stay at your house for a while?"
"Yes, yes, a hundred yeses!"
Xu Jingtian smiled slightly, compiled a pamphlet from somewhere and gave it to Yuan Shouyi, saying: "This Linyuan Sword Jue can be regarded as an excellent martial arts secret book. You go there to practice first. Don't know how to arrive every evening at dusk." Ask me for advice in the house, and don’t disturb me the rest of the time. Also, you don’t need to call me gods or gods. At your age, just call me big brother."
"Thank you, Brother Xu!"
Xu Jingtian patted him on the shoulder, then turned around and went into the house to meditate.
Two months have gone by in a blink of an eye.
I don't know whether it was because of Yuan Shouyi's extraordinary talent or because of Xu Jingtian's guidance. Yuan Shouyi made great progress in practicing Linyuan Sword Technique.
One day two months later, Xu Jingtian left a black sword and a letter and disappeared without a trace.
The letter basically said that Yuan Shouyi should practice diligently, and when his sixtieth birthday, the two of them would meet again.
Yuan Shouyi put the letter away close to his body, picked up his sword, went to his parents' graves to say goodbye, and then left the village without looking back.
Ten years later, there was Mr. Yuan, a swordsman who had never failed in the arena.
In another ten years, there were Yuan's pharmacies in various places during the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and there was another Yuanfu in Chang'an city.
In the next two years, eight kings wanted to seize the throne. Mr. Yuan single-handedly put down the rebellion in Chang'an with his sword, and the emperor called him his master.
Two years later, Emei, Qingcheng, Wudang, and Xuanhuo came to Yuan Mansion with Xu Jingtian's handwriting and left that night.
In the same year, Beizhai and Nan Jin came to the house with a portrait of Xu Jingtian and left three days later.
"Shouyi, long time no see."
