All the way to the west, the water channel gradually becomes wider and wider. Compared with the many reefs around the watershed, the water surface becomes smoother and the water flow becomes smoother as you go west. The boatman is also a veteran on the waterway. He is not as talkative as the boatman when he came to the watershed. From time to time, he would hold a long pole and the boat would travel for more than ten feet.
In the middle of the night, the two siblings were sitting on the stern of the boat. The river breeze blew gusts, causing Ye Hao to lean against the body of the night in the middle of the night. They murmured in a low voice that they should have taken the land route if they had known so. This made the night in the middle of the night think of what my sister said yesterday: "Sit up." There is smoke on the lip of the boat, and I feel quite funny when I rest at the head of the boat and listen to the splash of water.
Before leaving the village, my sister asked for pen and paper to leave a letter to Liangchun and Lingshan Luan.
Ye San could understand the former more, but Ye San couldn't understand the latter, the big and round hall master. His sister wrote a page full of words in small regular script, what could she have to say.
It's not that I can't see it, it's not that I can't see it. After all, my sister is blind and needs her own help to polish and lick her ink. But out of respect, she still didn't take a look at her in the middle of the night.
Ye San understood more clearly that just like when he left Lixia City a few days ago, he couldn't worry about Bo Jinhou, and his sister still missed Liang Chun a little.
This is not pretentious, this is serious emotion.
He wouldn't ask any more questions in the middle of the night. He believed that with his sister's exquisite thoughts, leaving a letter similar to a tips bag would naturally help Liangchun and even Shuisheng solve some problems in the future.
As soon as I thought about this, I couldn't help but feel that it was funny. It was actually a bit too pretentious.
But my sister's attitude of letting things go as she pleases is something I can't learn from the late night watch.
There is no other, no distracting thoughts in the mind, staying in the present moment, doing what you should do and receiving what you should receive, this can be called great wisdom.
Like the third watch of the night, all this time, not to mention in the past, even now, when Bo Jinhou separated after a few days together in a hurry, he always remembered from time to time, it was not that he was reluctant to part with him, but he was just wishful thinking and worried about the safety of this young man. If you went to Donglai, was it dangerous because of the bumpy journey? If you didn't go, what are you doing now? Have you continued to practice martial arts, or are you still so extreme that you are bent on revenge and come to Wudang?
There is also the watershed that has just been left. On the surface, everything is perfect and comprehensive. It helps this water village to stifle the crisis that was still looming, but it also buries the disaster of Jiugongyan. Will Liangchun and Niang be harmed again? Or is this deeply troubled Fuying woman coming back to find another way to put the watershed in danger?
All these things, worrying about gains and losses.
The two siblings share the same mind, and Ye Xuanyou could naturally sense his younger brother's deep thoughts on the road.
It's just human nature, Ye Xiayou is not a saint, this kind of thing can only be figured out by himself and forgotten.
Of course I can figure it out in the middle of the night, but it's just so pretentious that it's purely human and inexplicable.
Unlike this great river that never goes back, there are traces to be followed when it flows eastward into the sea. The word "love" really captivates people.
To put things in order, we still need to be like this big river, and the road must continue to move forward.
The ancients' words are naturally very reasonable.
When looking at the Wudang Mountains across the river from Jieyinping in Fenshuiling, the mountains are looming in the clouds and mist, especially Tianzhu Peak. It seems that they are not far away. In fact, we are going northwest along the river, all the way from Sizhengli It took a while to get to the place.
Hiring a carriage at a nearby horse station, the siblings walked west along the foot of Wudang Mountain and arrived at the gate of Wudang Mountain in the evening.
For thousands of years, Wudang Mountain has been known as the "Royal Family Temple". In the Zhou Dynasty, the Xuanwu Emperor enshrined in Wudang was worshiped as the "God of National Protection" by the founding emperor. Although this is closely related to Emperor Tianwen's superstitious promotion of the divine power of the True Dragon Emperor at the beginning of the founding of the country, in the past one or two hundred years, several generations of emperors suppressed Buddhism and promoted Taoism, which also indirectly elevated the status of Wudang Mountain, the leader of Taoism.
In the first hundred years of the Zhou Dynasty, whether it was the founding emperor Tian Wen, the second-generation Emperor Liwang who was called the "Sage of Keeping Industry" by later generations of great scholars, or the third-generation Emperor Zongren who personally conquered and restored southern Xinjiang, he did not hesitate to do anything. The imperial edict to build Wudang took more than sixty years and four emperors to build eight palaces, two temples, thirty-six nunneries, seventy-two rock temples, twelve temples, twelve pavilions, and three pavilions at the foot of Wudang Mountain. The Nineteenth Bridge has the potential to respect Taoism as the state religion and Wudang as the leader of Taoism.
As a result, in the past hundred years, there has been an endless stream of people coming to Wudang court. Every year on March 3rd, the birthday of Emperor Xuanwu, thousands of people flocked to the streets. Zhang Wangdong, the great master at that time, even described its prosperity in "Wudang Fu": "Heel grinding" The sound penetrates the stone, and the sound splits the mountain." This shows the prosperity and bustling scene at that time.
Now the sage Emperor Wen Sheng spared no effort in manpower and material resources to repair the "Xuanyue Gate", the first gate of Wudang, just after he came to the throne, just so that the four characters "Xuanyue Gate" on the three-room, four-column, five-story stone building would never fade for hundreds of years. I don't know whether it was because there was really no more territory to add to Wudang Mountain or because he wanted to show off that he was on par with his ancestors. Emperor Guang'an's move was really in line with the people's wishes.
Outside Xuanyue Gate at the foot of Wudang Mountain, there is a small village like a gatekeeper guarding the courtyard. Dozens of households are surrounded by wooden fences. They are large or small, and they are all owned by some outer disciples. He lives here peacefully, usually hoeing and farming, and in his free time he goes to the mountains to listen to scriptures and practice boxing. Occasionally, he is also responsible for delivering messages or delivering food to the mountains and other chores.
The village is on the road leading to the mountain gate. Several men who must have just returned from the fields saw the carriage coming from a distance. They looked at each other, and they all wondered why there were still people coming at this time, and whether they could pass it by again. Soon, the mountain gate will be closed.
Several men put their farm tools on the side of the road and stepped forward to meet him. They stood a few steps away. One of the men in front of him clasped his fists and saluted, saying: "Young master, why are you here in Wudang? Please let me know. Let me go up the mountain to ask for instructions."
In the middle of the night, he tightened the reins and did not rush to answer. He helped his sister out of the carriage unhurriedly, untied the carriage rope and abandoned the carriage. He tied up the saddle and saddle, then lifted his sister onto the horse's back and held the reins with one hand. Ignoring the people in front of him, he turned towards the mountains reflected in the half sun, gathered his energy and said loudly: "The Ye family is at midnight, and I came here to pay a visit to the mountain gate."
Under the clear roar, the sound was like thunder thundering for miles. I saw the men were all stunned, with panic on their faces. Then they covered their ears with their hands, and their faces became almost distorted, which would be obvious to others if they saw it. The pain was excruciating, as if they were being tortured; after another two breaths, they fell to the ground one after another, twisting and turning.
There were a few men with relatively advanced cultivation in the fence courtyard who immediately sat cross-legged and closed their eyes. They were rapidly turning their energy to fight against the whistling sound, but they still couldn't hide the pain on their faces. In this weather, there was pain on their foreheads. Beads of sweat were dripping down, and the muscles on his face were twitching.
It only took a moment, but they couldn't resist the roaring and energetic sound. They were defeated and gasped for breath. They couldn't get up anymore.
The sound continued, passing through the village layer by layer, knocking down several shabby thatched houses, startling countless birds in the forest on the mountain, and reaching the top of the mountain shrouded in clouds and mist like a paradise.
In the middle of the night, he led his horse forward, walked around several men on the ground, and said loudly: "At the middle of the night, the Ye family came here to pay a visit to the mountain gate."
I shouted like this three times in the middle of the night, and then I arrived at the Xuanyue Gate, which was engraved with the four big characters "Xuan Yue that governs the world" written by the late emperor. On the side of the door were the Huoluo Lingguan Long En Zhenjun and the Heavenly Emperor's assistant Liuding Yin Shen Xuannv. , but it was Wang Lingguan who was holding a steel whip and grinning, which was really scary.
Several men in Taoist robes carried long swords on their backs. Affected by the sound waves just now, they were either holding on to the stone pillars of the mountain gate, or leaning on Lingguan Liuding, and their bodies were unsteady and swaying from side to side.
Ye Sangen ignored him and led his horse up the steps. He wanted to pass through a few people, but he didn't expect that someone with good cultivation had already recovered from the sound waves.
"Wudang Pure Land cannot tolerate you..."
Before the man could finish speaking, Ye Sangen let go of the reins, and in a flash he was in front of him. He slapped out his right hand, as if he was light and effortless. The man raised his hand to block, and Ye San even used a Wudang Tai Chi stick technique, which was like a spiritual snake climbing up his arm, and only poked at his neck. The man's body went limp and he fell to the ground.
"At the third watch of the night at Yejia, I will pay a visit to the mountain gate."
There was another sound, soaring into the sky, startling countless birds.
"Why are we, Wudang Pure Holy Land, acting so nonsense!"
A sound came from the mountainside, louder than midnight, and made the pine needles and cypress leaves tremble.
Ye Sangen reached back and grabbed her sister's arm, and a strong energy flowed into Ye Xia'er's body to prevent her from being hurt by the sound.
In the third watch of the night, he still led the horse forward, but before he had a few breaths, a figure burst out. He took a few steps and stood three feet away in the blink of an eye.
Ye Sangen loosened the reins, patted the horse's back, and let it carry Ye Xiayou to the side. Then he looked at the person who came, the middle-aged Taoist priest in a Taoist robe and carrying two swords on his back, looking down at him.
"Young Master Ye San, Wudang and the Ye family have always been in harmony with each other. You are so provocative, so what's the point?" After all, the middle-aged Taoist priest also came from a well-known family. Even though he was feeling angry, he still suppressed his anger and explained it first.
Midnight raised his head slightly and stared at the visitor, "Is Han Youyu back?"
The answer seemed to be different from the question, but it also made the middle-aged Taoist priest, who was wearing a red scarf and received the three altars of perfect Zhongtian Immortal Grand Precepts and can be called a Miao Sutra Master, think of the ineffective third-generation disciple Han Youyu who secretly returned to the mountains a few days ago. Rumors spread like wildfire. It was said that this dude who often relied on his master to do whatever he wanted at the foot of the mountain had offended someone that even the entire Wudang could not afford to offend. Could it be that this was the one who came to his door? The third update of the night, right?
The middle-aged Taoist priest who had never had any dealings with the Ye family, but who was now frightened by just hearing about it for more than ten years, frowned. This unlearned bastard, who did he offend? How could he bring trouble to this family? How big of a trap does it take for someone to come to your door?
"How can I get back?" the confused middle-aged Taoist priest asked, thinking about it, he still failed to realize the seriousness inside.
Ye San Geng pondered and said: "What the Taoist Priest means is that he is back. Dare I ask the Priest, have Taoist Priest Jiutian and Taoist Jiuqing ever come back?"
The middle-aged Taoist priest was a bit unable to turn around now. Could it be that Uncle Jiutian was also fooling around with that boy Han Youyu?
The middle-aged Taoist priest didn't say anything, but he said again in the middle of the night: "I brought my sister to Wudang, not because the Taoist priest said something wild, but to ask for an explanation. I hope the Taoist priest will let her go." After saying this, he clasped his fists and showed all the courtesy.
"Young Master Yesan, it's hard for me to do this to poor Taoists. The gate of the mountain is closed now. No matter how bad my disciples are, I would like to ask Third Young Master Ye to come to the door early tomorrow morning and let me report to the leader. How about we make plans?" The middle-aged Taoist priest said the same thing. To put it mildly, after all, in his opinion, it was his own fault that came first. As for what was wrong, he could not draw any conclusions based on hearsay.
"Do I insist on climbing?"
How could the middle-aged Taoist priest fail to see the determination in the eyes of this scholar-looking boy? He immediately cupped his fists and bowed, saying: "I hope that the third young master will not embarrass the poor Taoist."
In the middle of the night, we take steps and climb mountains.
The middle-aged Taoist priest frowned and hesitated again and again. He held his sword in his hand, but it was not unsheathed.
At midnight, there are three people walking up the steps, and the distance is less than one foot.
The middle-aged Taoist priest secretly gritted his teeth, jumped up like a tiger and descended the mountain to stab the opponent.
Ye San Geng secretly said that it was a good thing, his right hand turned into a claw, and luckily attracted a dead branch from the roadside to use as a weapon, and said: "I will use the strength of the sword to break the sword."
Following the words, Ye Sangen's body shot out to meet the middle-aged Taoist priest, and the branch in his hand hit the opponent's long sword like a dragonfly's water.
The middle-aged Taoist priest was eager to seize the opportunity. He had heard about the deeds of this young man who had touched the sky at a young age. Naturally, he could not use conventional rules. Gotta get fierce.
How could you not see the other person's thoughts in the middle of the night? The qi energy in the body is poured into the branches, and he can respond to every move with ease.
The middle-aged Taoist priest had no choice but to muster up his energy, and with a sword in hand, he struck directly at the chest door at midnight.
In the middle of the night, he didn't hide. He turned back and placed the dead branch across his chest. There was a soft "ding" sound, and the branch just blocked the long sword in the middle-aged Taoist priest's hand.
The middle-aged Taoist priest stabbed forward with his sword forcefully, and said "open" in his mouth. The majestic sword energy pierced through the sword, causing him to step back a step in the middle of the night.
In the middle of the night, he twisted his feet with force, stopping his retreat as if taking root. He allowed the opponent's long sword to bend in an arc, and with a strange bowing movement, the long sword bounced away, and then with a "break" sound, he held it in his hand. The dead branch put aside the long sword, stepped aside, and struck the opponent with another dragonfly.
The middle-aged Taoist priest swung his sword back to open the branches, retreated, and let go of the sword in his hand, holding the sword flower in his hand without leaving the midnight hour.
While the middle-aged Taoist priest was fighting with his sword in the middle of the night, several more figures flew quickly up the mountain. Ye Sangen watched carefully and made the branch fight with each other for ten times. When several people came behind the middle-aged Taoist priest, Ye Sangen let go of the dead branch and retreated violently.
The dead branch lost its external force and was instantly smashed to pieces by the long sword, but it just gave Ye Sangen an opportunity.
In the middle of the night, like a giant roc, it spreads its wings and leaps into the air. Regardless of the long sword that is attacking again, a thick layer of fallen leaves in the forest beside the road rises up in response, like two long dragons circling around. Ye Sangen gave a soft drink, pushed forward with both hands, and two long dragons blasted towards several Taoist priests from the left and right sides.
I have a tornado, unstoppable!
The long dragon swallowed several long swords, but it did not lose its momentum. It whizzed past without losing its momentum, smashed into several Taoist priests, and scattered dead leaves all over the ground.
The first few Taoist priests screamed in pain as if struck by lightning, their bodies flew out diagonally, and they fainted when they fell to the ground.
In the middle of the night, he stopped, straightened his clothes, and ignored the remaining young Taoist priests who were already a little overwhelmed. He walked up to his sister and, without saying a word, led his horse up the mountain.
Ye San didn't speak at all, and Ye Xiayou didn't ask too many questions. She knew her brother's abilities better than anyone else.
In such a big world, my home is where I feel at ease, and he is the only place where I feel at ease.
