Everyone immediately followed his gaze and saw a peach petal suddenly appearing out of thin air on the side of the mountain dragon's head. Then with a flash of pink light, a large piece of the mountain dragon's ear was cut off neatly. Come down.
Immediately afterwards, the piece of mountain dragon's ear flew up on its own and fell into Deng Fuqing's mouth.
The old woodcarving man flapped his cheeks proudly, biting the food with a crunching sound. He chewed and swallowed it in a few times, and then let out a sigh of satisfaction.
Jiao Yulang looked at it with interest and couldn't help being surprised and said: "Senior Zhu said that this mountain dragon is made from mountain bamboo shoots that have been around for hundreds of years. I ate it into my mouth before. Although it tasted like meat, it melted in my mouth and was not very chewy. I thought It’s just that the appearance is fake, I didn’t expect that there really is cartilage in the ears!”
After that, he picked up the chopsticks and stretched it towards the missing mountain dragon ear. Unexpectedly, it was gently knocked open by a pink petal in the middle.
Deng Fuqing glared at the little boy: "This food is best for people with weak Qi and blood and weak bodies. I'm already so thin, how dare you, a young man, fight for it?"
Jiao Yulang was stunned and took a closer look at the old wood carving's face. Seeing that the old man didn't seem to be really angry, his natural lazy temper couldn't help but rear its ugly head again.
He immediately asked Deng Fuqing with a smile: "Speaking of it, these mountain dragons can be regarded as wood spirits, right? Senior Deng can actually talk about it?"
"Fart! You, chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep are all made of flesh and blood. Are you the same race as them?"
Deng Fuqing's eyes widened even more, and the long beard under his chin trembled: "These things are just pigs and dogs raised by the Lord of Cao Jiang for the King of Qi. Even their intelligence is unclear, what kind of wood spirit are they? ? What else is worthy of the word "蛟"?"
Hearing this, Jiao Yulang immediately glanced at Zhu Yihou secretly, wanting to see the expression of this powerful divine prince who was in fact in charge of both Caojiang and Longyan Mountain.
Tsk tsk, the god of raising pigs and dogs... This reputation is really not good! Not to mention that this divine lord was still a thief, he just wanted to eat and drink by himself, and he even fed the boat ghost with the spirit of the mountain dragon!
However, Zhu Yihou remained calm and said in a calm tone: "Brother Deng, you and I are not acquainted with each other, so why did you come to Daqi specifically to look for Zhu?"
"It's not special. I came to Qi for other reasons. I accidentally heard about your reputation as the Lord of Cao Jiang, so I hurried over to try my luck."
Deng Fuqing explained a few words, and then said: "I came to you, naturally, to ask for the heart of a red heart tree! You have also seen that for some reason, I have a trace of evil in my body that cannot be eliminated. To this day, It cannot be transformed into arms. If this hidden danger is not eliminated, there is no hope of achieving the Tao Seed in this life, let alone reaching the fourth realm."
Seeing him speaking so frankly, a strange color suddenly flashed in Zhu Yihou's eyes, but he still shook his head and said: "The red heart tree has disappeared in Daqi for a long time. I don't know where else. Only the heart of the tree in my Cao Jiang lineage is left." Just remove this one from my chest. This is the foundation of Zhu’s enlightenment. If it were taken out, half of a life would be gone, and one’s realm would definitely fall. It is absolutely impossible to give it to anyone!”
"That's not necessarily the case!" When Deng Fuqing said these words, the atmosphere at the table suddenly solidified.
Without waiting for everyone to react, he continued: "It is said that the ancient Yan Emperor Zhu Xiang used the red heart wood as a totem. The world was windy and the yang energy accumulated. All things fell apart and the fruits failed. So he created a five-string Yuanse, which brought the yin energy. , to stabilize the group of beings."
"My Taoist friend Guanzhu has been blocked by the heart of this red heart tree. If he cannot follow the example of his ancestors, extinguish the poison of the red fire, and reconcile the attributes of yin and yang, he may be like me and lose the hope of the fourth realm, and even more so. Sooner or later, you will be burned by fire poison!"
After hearing this, Zhu Yihou suddenly changed his color.
He stared at Deng Fuqing for a long time, then took a deep breath and asked in a muffled voice: "I think Brother Deng has already made up his mind, how can he teach me?"
"Shaohao is in the morning, gathering and trimming his bridle. The frost has just begun to fall, and the cool breeze is bleak."
The old woodcarver pointed with his chin at the unconscious Luqi people outside the pavilion: "When I came here, the song "Frost" was played on the boat, right?"
Seeing Zhu Yihou's unswerving expression, he couldn't help but laugh: "I know that Saint Jiang Daotong didn't agree with the previous sentence, so he just changed it to something like "Sun Lord Si Chen, Qiu Shen trimmed the bridle"! However, true cannot be false, false
It's not true, so if I change a few words, I'm just deceiving myself and others. "
"Let's not talk about this. Let's just say that this piece of music has been passed down for countless years and has been tampered with several times. Its charm has been lost. How can it reconcile the poison of red heart wood's Yang Fire?"
Zhu Yihou was silent for a long time, then suddenly turned his head and looked at the Luqi people outside the pavilion, flicked his red sleeves and said, "I will give you gold and silver and send them back to where you are coming back!"
"I will obey the Lord's order!"
The big tortoise in black clothes appeared out of nowhere, first loudly responded to the order, and then led a few black-clothed attendants to carry a group of Luqi people down.
Zhu Yihou looked away, his eyes dimming a little, and sighed: "How could Zhu not know what Brother Deng said? But Brother Deng also said before that this red heart tree contains Yang inside, and the fire of the south is hidden in it." , is the poison of Yang Fire that is extremely difficult to deal with, so what can I do if I don’t suppress it with the Song of Frost, Lord of Autumn?”
"This is a big fallacy!"
Deng Fuqing immediately shook his head: "The Taoist scriptures say that the heaven and earth are in harmony, so that the nectar falls. Once the nectar falls, the red grass sprouts! The frost and snow are too strong. Although it can suppress the poison of Yang Fire, it has no harmonious and nourishing effect. It treats the symptoms rather than the root cause.”
"To reconcile yin and yang, the nectar of heaven and earth is the best. To draw nectar, you must use holy sounds, just like the previous poems, with harps and drums to pray for sweet rain! You are a descendant of the Zhu Xiang family, don't you hear this holy voice? The harp of Laiyin and the song of summoning Lin, which the emperor relied on to achieve enlightenment?"
Hearing this, Zhu Yihou immediately smiled bitterly: "How could Zhu not know! Brother Deng also said just now that in ancient times, when the Zhu Xiang family was in a period of strong Yang and weak Yin, strange winds often blew. When strong winds arose, the sky became dark and the earth became dark, and sand flew and rocks flew. The sky is dry and the earth is cracking, the grass and trees are withering and yellowing, and the grains will not be harvested.”
"Zhu Xiang made a five-stringed Yuanse with mulberry silk and Liangtong. When he plucked the strings, the strange wind gradually died down. When he plucked the strings again, the clouds gathered thickly. When he plucked the strings three times, heavy rain fell and grass sprouted. From then on, the weather became smooth and the people lived in peace. No. To hide it from Brother Deng, Zhu’s single name has the character Zhe, which is where it comes from.”
"However, the descendants of future generations are unworthy. Today, even the name Zhu Xiang has gradually disappeared into obscurity, let alone what makes it so sinister and evocative!"
After saying that, Zhu Yihou Zhu Zhe suddenly came to his senses and stared at the old wood carving, his face full of disbelief, but also with a hint of expectation.
He saw Deng Fuqing laughing and nodding: "If your Cao Jiang line has not been passed down, it may not be available elsewhere! I really don't have the ability to find the five-stringed instrument that is revered as Yuanse. But this "The Flying Dragon Calls the Rain"... Hehe!"
Upon hearing this, Marquis Zhu Yi's beard and hair stood up, his expression became even more distorted, a mix of surprise and ecstasy: "Brother Deng, this is no joke!"
Instead, Deng Fuqing put away his previous frivolous expression and said seriously: "You just want to change it or not? With this ancient book, Taoist Master Zhu can reconcile yin and yang and go one step further!"
"I see that you are reluctant to part with the ancestral property of Cao Jiang, and you have finally become the confidant of King Qi... Although without the heart of the red heart tree, you can no longer follow the path of the Yanhuang Yanghuo, but what if? With Long Shu and Lin Pu in hand, we may not be able to establish the Feilong clan's Taoism and compete for the throne of Sidu!"
Hearing this, Zhu Yihou stood up suddenly, gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Change! As long as the music score is true, Zhu will change with Brother Deng!"
"That's what I've been waiting for!"
Deng Fuqing laughed loudly, and suddenly opened his mouth to spit out a roll of bamboo slips, which flew straight to Zhu Yihou: "Please appreciate it, fellow Taoist Zhu!"
Zhu Yihou quickly reached out to catch it, sat back on the stool, opened the bamboo slips and took a few cursory glances. Suddenly, his whole body was shaken, and his whole body's aura also experienced some mysterious changes.
At the same time, the river wind seemed to become stronger and stronger, and the sound of the rushing water of the Cao River suddenly became loud, causing the entire boat to sway.
The sound of wind, water, and the squeaking of the boat seemed to form some kind of wonderful rhythm.
The angry crane in Qi Jingzhi's heart let out a long cry and began to dance along with it. The dryness in his heart, the aura and medicinal power in his body all calmed down a bit.
Deng Fuqing listened for a moment and couldn't help but nod lightly: "Wonderful! It is indeed the joy of enlightenment for the Holy Emperor Zhu Xiang of the human race! It's a pity that this music score has blood requirements and is inconsistent with what I have learned. I just feel like it after hearing it I feel relaxed and happy, but I can’t comprehend any mystery.”
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After saying this, Zhu Yihou suddenly raised his head, his eyes opened and closed with brilliant light, he closed the bamboo slips and placed them on the table.
He was in a good mood, and explained with a smile: "The harp and harp are all weapons of the Holy Emperor, and they are indeed different from the Taoist inheritance. The harp is stingy and idle, so punishing anger and suffocating desire is the virtue of a gentleman!"
"The king and father have integrity, and the ministers have righteousness. Then the four seasons are harmonious. After the four seasons are harmonious, all things come into being, so it is called Se. The light of virtue stirs up the harmony of the four qi and governs the principles of all things. Therefore, the image of Qingming The sky is as vast as the earth, the beginning is like the four seasons, the circles are like wind and rain; the five colors are written but not chaotic; the eight winds follow the rules but are not independent; Baidu can be counted but there is permanence."
As he spoke, Marquis Zhu Yi suddenly turned his head to look at Qi Jingzhi, and said solemnly: "This is recorded in the "Book of Rites" and passed down by the sages. Since you are the Qi family with the surname Jiang, you should regard this as the source of practice and the correct way to overcome calamities! "
"The five colors are written but not chaotic, the eight winds follow the rules but not women's actions, the Baidu can be counted but there is permanence..." Qi Jingzhi recited it silently in his heart and nodded solemnly.
He had never studied the "Book of Rites", and he didn't understand the music. The "Immortal Feather Sutra" he studied didn't look like the Holy Emperor's orthodoxy, but he refused to let go of the slightest opportunity, and immediately secretly aroused the anger of the crane. Bones, using the crane dance method to forcefully record the wonderful sound just heard.
Seeing that the young man in front of him seemed to have some understanding, Zhu Yihou gently nodded and turned to Deng Fuqing and said, "Brother Deng has given me such a generous gift. I am very grateful to Zhu! There is no way to repay such a great favor, so let's repay it with the heart of the red heart tree!" "
After saying that, He pulled open the red robe on his body with both hands, exposing his chest.
Everyone's eyes were immediately attracted, and they saw that the heart of the Caojiang Water God was actually embedded with some kind of foreign object. It was shaped like a human heart and colored like red fire. There were obvious wooden textures on the rough surface, and there seemed to be bright yellow flames inside. Ascend.
The foreign object penetrated very deeply into the flesh, and the skin and flesh immediately surrounding it were all red. There were even black-red roots under the skin, crawling all over the chest like blood vessels.
Seeing this strange appearance, Qi Jingzhi and Jiao Yulang looked at each other, and both saw horror in each other's eyes.
Deng Fuqing also had a strange look in his eyes: "This must be the heart of the red heart tree. You used the heart of the tree to connect your own heart and forcibly purify your own blood. You are so eager for quick success and quick gain, and your cultivation level has improved, but this is no different from committing suicide." ?」
Zhu Yihou stared at Mu Xin at his heart for a moment, then raised his head and smiled: "Zhu was born with thin blood and a dull talent. In order to preserve the ancestral property of Cao Jiang, he had no choice but to resort to such extraordinary measures, which made everyone laugh!"
Deng Fuqing shook his head slightly and said with emotion: "Every family has a hard time reciting it! Although this wooden heart has not completely replaced your heart, it is already deeply rooted. If you want to take it out, your vitality will have to be seriously injured!" "
"If you don't take it out, as Brother Deng said, sooner or later you will be burned to death by the poison!"
Zhu Yihou didn't take it seriously, shook his head and said with a smile: "It's the lesser of two evils. Even if Brother Deng doesn't come, Zhu will have to cut out his heart sooner or later. It doesn't matter how many years earlier or later. Not to mention Now that I have obtained Linpu, it is even more of an unexpected joy!”
Before he finished speaking, the Caojiang Water God's right hand turned into a claw. Without hesitation, he stabbed his heart, grabbed Mu Xin and pulled it out hard, causing blood to splash everywhere!
The next moment, there was a red wooden heart dripping with blood and steaming in his hand, and a shocking blood hole was left in the heart!
At the same time, a furnace seemed to be lit in the Jiangxin Pavilion, and everyone felt hot wind blowing against their faces, and surging heat swept in all directions.
This heart-cutting scene was truly horrifying. Qi Jingzhi's heart skipped a beat when he saw it, and he couldn't understand the feeling in his heart.
The position of Caojiang Water God is hereditary, and outsiders only think that it is extremely illustrious, but who knows that there is such a bitter secret behind it.
At that moment, Zhu Yihou groaned, gritted his teeth and said, "It hurts so much to gouge out your heart. Please lend me your sharp sword, brother Deng!"
He said this because there were many blood vessel-like roots growing on the inner side of the red wooden heart. Most of the smaller ones had been torn off, while a few thick ones had been pulled straight, and they poked their way into the heart. Within the blood hole.
"Easy to say!"
Deng Fuqing responded, and a peach petal suddenly appeared, cutting off the deeply involved roots in a few strokes.
Zhu Yihou breathed a sigh of relief.
He was about to throw the red wooden heart to the old wooden carving, stretched out his hand to pull out the broken roots from the flesh, and then used a large ball of blue red shrimp essence to seal the bloody hole in the heart.
On the other side, Deng Fuqing called out a few more peach petals and caught the red wooden heart firmly.
As the sword light flashed, the remaining roots rustled down together with the blood-stained wood bark. ..
In just a moment, a thin layer of the red wooden heart was peeled off, and the original rough surface was gone, becoming extremely smooth, and the bright yellow flames dancing inside became more and more conspicuous.
Deng Fuqing stared at the heart of the red heart tree, his eyes gradually becoming hot.
He suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed the red wooden heart in one bite!
