"You can be called a noble and upright person by bullying the minority!"
However, two great monks violently charged into the formation and broke through one of them, and seven other Taoist priests quickly came to make up for it. Regardless of the seven people who staggered to the ground, before they could be surrounded, another voice sounded at an inappropriate time. Everyone looked at it, and then I saw a scholar in Tsing Yi walking slowly up to the Feisheng altar with a Taoist in Lan on his back.
"I was traveling to study in various places in my late life. I passed by the precious place yesterday. I never expected to hear about an old friend climbing a mountain. The word fate is really wonderful. I came here to bother you, so don't be surprised."
The person who came here was dressed as a scholar, with a green crotch and a crown and a broad belt, elegant and unrestrained. Compared to the way he was dressed like this on the third night of the night, he looked 70% like a scholar, but this person was actually 90% similar in spirit. He just had his sleeves rolled up, his robe was tied loosely, and a rolled-up book was pinned to his waist like a belt made of rags. This was really out of place.
As he spoke, the scholar gently put down the Taoist priest on his back.
The person who came here spoke in a polite manner and was full of sourness, which made Ye Xiayou frown and Ye San couldn't help but smile bitterly.
You just finished singing and took over the show as if I were on stage. How come it’s not over yet?
After hearing the words of the visitor, the two great monks, one mountain and one water, who were retreating, and the many Taoist priests whose formation had been interrupted also looked at each other.
"Who broke into my Dongtian Gate!" Zhang Jiuding, His Highness Taihe on the Ascension Altar, naturally didn't know the identity of the visitor and shouted angrily.
"Taoist Master Jiuding doesn't recognize Wan Sheng, and Wan Sheng won't blame Wan Sheng. However, Wan Sheng still can't figure out a problem, and he still hopes that the head of Jiuding can give him advice. Wudang has become increasingly slack in recent years. Sitting on the top mountain of Taoism, it takes care of itself and even practices Tai Chi. It has become a method of self-cultivation. I would like to ask, apart from the Jiu'e Taoist priest who is the most promising of the previous leader, and the Tianshu Sword Formation, which is only visible but not the heart, what else is left in Wudang?"
"Who are you?" After being exposed by others, his shortcomings that were almost like scars over the past few years, years of self-cultivation made him indifferent to emotions and anger, but as the head of a sect, Zhang Jiuding was filled with anger.
The scholar was very polite and said with a smile: "Wansheng is timid. He heard the old friend's voice last night but he was afraid of tigers, wolves, insects and ants in the mountains and dared not climb the mountain. Wansheng also abides by the rules. Knowing that Wudang Youchu closed the mountain gate, he should not act rashly. Wansheng I was still too lazy, so I wanted to go up the mountain all morning and then wake up leisurely after climbing three poles. Late in life, I read a lot of Confucius' posthumous texts on how to persuade people with reason and treat others with courtesy, but I was still a little abrupt. I was eager to see my old friend. I was really irritable and had no intention of going down the mountain. I accidentally injured Taoist Master Jiu'e, so I can only go up the mountain to plead guilty, and hope that the seniors in Wudang will forgive me."
The scholar, who was full of Confucianism, bent down and sang "O" with his hands folded.
"Yan Yan, a Confucian who was born late, came to the door rashly just to talk to old friends. A late-born scholar can also be like a martial artist, who can easily pick things up when he enters the hall."
But Ye Xiayou responded with a haha: "I said the voice is so familiar, it turns out it's you, a laid-back scholar."
"The unknown young man is so bold, he dares to hurt my uncle!"
But before the words could be spoken here, a man in gray clothes emerged from the sword formation, holding a long sword, and he had reached the open space in the middle.
"Wudang outer disciple Hou Zhente is here to teach you Confucian Kung Fu!"
The gray-clothed Taoist priest who called himself Hou Zhen jumped up before he could say anything. The front finger of the sword tip swept towards Yan Yan with an afterimage.
Ye San didn't even know what the cultivation level of Yan Yan, a man who spoke like a Confucian scholar, was. He had never fought against Yan Yan or seen Yan Yan take action. He even never felt that this Confucian scholar had any advanced cultivation level from beginning to end.
The only interaction I had with Yan Yan was a chance encounter at Dajiangkou three years ago. This Confucian scholar was also dressed in a down-to-earth way. He looked listlessly on the ferry railing like a failed scholar who had gotten drunk on the railing the first night, and chanted "Luo Tuo Jiang Nan Zai". There is a famous saying in the wine shop, the pain in the waist is broken, and the light in the palm is light." Ye Xiayou, who happened to be passing by with his younger brother, also had nothing to do at that time, so he agreed with the second half of the hotel, "I have dreamed of Yangzhou for ten years, and won the reputation of a brothel."
I don’t know why, but a man and a woman were talking loudly by the river. They were as big as an ox on the third night of the night. In the end, Yan Yan used the excuse of "I was very attached to the girl and couldn't bear to leave" and said that "I happened to go with him when I traveled to Zhou Dynasty". "For this reason, he followed the two siblings all the way south.
Ye Xiayou also felt that it was a bit outrageous for a good man to be so carefree, so he agreed to Yan Yan without discussing it with Ye Sangen, thinking that he would enlighten this frustrated man if he had a chance on the road.
They had been together for about a month, but unexpectedly, the two people who were "quite in love" at the beginning would end up being at each other's throats for a month or so.
Yan Yan was a scholar after all, and he didn't know whether it was because he was self-taught or because his master was too old-fashioned. He always spoke in a deliberately precise manner. Ye Xiayou was annoyed by people like this. The two of them couldn't say more than a few words together before they started to quarrel.
This scholar who claims to be purely academic as his name is, is a scholar. It is not an exaggeration to say that he has read thousands of books. He always likes to borrow the expressions of the ancients when he speaks. Ye Xiayou knows how to adapt and is not as stubborn as Yan Yan, so every time the two of them quarrel, Ye Xiayou chokes Yan Yan and has nothing to say.
He probably felt that being choked by women all the time was an insult to his invisible and intangible literary character, so he said that he would go back home after a year of travel. He didn't know whether it was true or not, so he divided things up.
At the time of parting, although Ye Xie You couldn't stand this dull scholar who kept his mouth open and kept his mouth shut, he still felt sympathy for each other. After all, the time they spent together was not short or not long, and it was just enough for two strangers who had been together day and night to become strangers. Familiar.
In Ye Sangen's view, Ye Xia'er was so pretentious just because he felt a little embarrassed after having bullied someone for so long before parting.
When we parted ways, Ye Hao You wouldn't have revealed the true love between children. A thoughtful and indifferent person like her wouldn't be able to fall in love easily over time like the ladies and scholars in those miscellaneous songs. She just looks at people all the time. Ye Xiaer was very sure that Yan Yan was not a treacherous person, so he revealed the true identities of the two siblings.
There is no other reason, it's just a matter of friendship.
This Confucian scholar, who seemed to be wearing a green shirt all year round, thought he had heard about the two siblings through hearsay, so he said: "When I become famous in my studies, I should share my worries with the second young lady and the third young master." , then turned around and walked northward, walking gracefully.
If we talk about what he is capable of, the impression of him in the late night is that he is a arrogant scholar with a wealth of knowledge. In the previous dynasty, Chao Zizhan, who was known as a man of eight talents and eight talents in the world, in the eyes of this Confucian scholar, "the eight talents are not as good as those of a niche student". Give it up to the world."
But when it comes to martial arts, Ye San really doesn't know much about it.
After all, when we were traveling together, we didn’t have the chance to see him do anything.
But if you think about it, didn't Zhang Jiu'e, the current Wudang mountain guard who has practiced martial arts for a long time, be carried up the mountain after being "inadvertently injured" by this Confucian scholar?
There are really all kinds of wonders in the world. Is it possible that he can really get the Tao through reading?
However, the man who claimed to be Hou Zhen Wudang's outer disciple came with a sword that pierced the air and let out a hiss before he even got close. Yan Yan reached out and pulled out the book from his waist, took one step and was eight feet away, and met him face to face.
"Spring is gone."
Yan Yan opened his mouth and said three words. He had the elegant style of a scholar. He held the book in a graceful manner and knocked the book from the outside to the inside. He easily deflected the opponent's sword move and made the opponent take a few steps back.
Hou Zhen really didn't take a fancy to this Confucian scholar at first, but the other party only used a book that was probably ordinary and could no longer be ordinary, and used a sword move with 60 to 70% of his power to separate him, and he almost shook him off. The long sword in his hand inevitably caused him to quickly put away his contempt, and retreated. The wooden sword trembled rapidly with a buzzer, as if it was stabbing Yan Yan in a sudden change.
Yan Yan defeated his opponent, holding the scroll in his hand and bowing with his hands behind his back. His words of "acceptance" were regarded as opening the door wide, allowing the opponent to strike again with his sword.
"It's at your fingertips."
Yan Yan was unhurried and unhurried, with his hands wide open and the scroll hanging on his chest. This was clearly the method used by a martial artist to control objects in the Dengtang realm.
The book was pulled by the air machine and flew out. The wooden sword was caught in the opening and closing of the book page, and it was wrapped tightly. When the book page was closed, the nine swords merged into one.
"Come and go."
With a wave of his hand, he carried the book and the wooden sword back the way he came. Before he could get closer, the sword fell to the ground with a "clang" and the book was returned to his hand.
one move.
Yan Yan held the scroll with his hands behind his back, like a teacher in a private school patrolling the hall. He looked at the Wudang Taoist priests in front of him and said, "Is there anyone else?"
Zhang Jiuding frowned.
Confucianism is a pure stream in martial arts. It pays attention to dressing people down and never showing force to others. The method of practice is even more unclear. It is rare in the world to hear of any great Confucian who has achieved Taoism. Things that turn against each other.
This was really a scene of just three words. He actually took away the weapons from the hands of his disciples. You must know that Hou Zhen, whether he is in the inner sect or the outer sect, is already in the middle state of enlightenment, and is close to the state of a martial artist. , to be defeated like this, one can imagine the opponent’s cultivation level.
Zhang Jiuding asked again: "Who are you?"
"I just told the Taoist priest that I am Yan Yan, a Confucian, but I am just one who travels around the world..."
"A poor, sour and stinky scholar." Ye Xiayou stopped Yan Yan's words and said coldly.
"No, no, no." Yan Yan, who was dressed in a green shirt, shook his head and said, looking back at Ye Xiayou, "Although literati have looked down upon each other since ancient times, the second lady has read thousands of books and traveled thousands of miles, so how can she still insult a young man? "
"It is said that there is a golden house in the book, and there is Yan Ruyu in the book. Don't you still look so poor after reading thousands of books? Where is Yan Ruyu? Where is the golden house?"
"Confucius said: Don't be happy with things, and don't be sad with yourself. Even in my childhood, I have read thousands of books and traveled thousands of miles, so I naturally despise these external things."
"It's not that I don't want to get it, I'm afraid I won't get it." Ye Xiayou said with a smile, "It's just self-suggestion to comfort myself."
"Wrong again." Yan Yan said solemnly, as if he was an old scholar who has taught others and solved doubts. "You go your own way, and I read my book. If we don't meet each other, we won't intersect. You How do you know I can’t get it?”
"What you get is what you have. What do you have?"
"Foreign objects are like floating clouds to me. Life and death will not carry them away. Why should they be exposed to outsiders?"
"Then why are you wearing clothes?" Ye Xiayou changed the topic and smiled half-heartedly.
"Ye Xiayou, I don't want to talk to you!" Yan Yan was speechless for a while and said angrily, "Arrogance! You are obviously arguing! You are so messy, so messy! It is really difficult to raise a woman!"
"No, no, no." Ye Xiayou imitated Yan Yan's tone just now and said with a smile, "It's just a partial generalization. I am very easy to support. If you ask my brother, he is never picky about food. He eats whatever he has and doesn't dress well. Be particular and wear whatever you have.”
Yan Yan's originally dark face turned red. He was obviously angry. He took a few big breaths to calm down the fire in his heart, and hummed, "Sharp teeth and sharp mouth."
The mountains and rivers nearby looked at the two bickering people, stroking their bald heads and looking at each other. Yishan asked Ye Sangen: "Who is he? How dare he quarrel with Ye Xiayou?"
Ye Sangen seemed helpless to the man and woman in front of him who could quarrel whenever they met, and said in a deep voice: "He is a man who wants to get a reading certificate..."
Ye San Geng said that he didn't know how to go on. He said that he was a scholar but he had no intention of taking the imperial examination. He said that he was a scholar, but he didn't have the clean appearance of a scholar. However, Ye Xiayou's comment came again, "a poor, sour and stinky scholar."
Yan Yan snorted again.
Here Ye Xiayou and Yan Yan were quarreling back and forth, leaving the group of Taoist priests who were supposed to be the protagonists aside and confused, confused by this farce-like bickering.
Yan Yan could not say anything about Ye Xia Yu. In a blink of an eye, he saw the group of Taoist priests, as if they wanted to take out the anger he had suffered at Ye Xia Yu on them. He held the scroll in his hand and nodded with his fingers, shouting: "Whether you want to fight or not, I am alone." then."
There was silence in the Ascension Altar, not only because the slovenly scholar defeated the enemy with one move, but also because the five people in front of him were confused by what seemed like a gag.
Is it the Ye family and Wudang who are guilty, or is it the two great monks of one mountain and one river, or is it Yan Yan who first defeated the Wudang mountain guard and then defeated the Wudang outer disciples with one move?
"Confucian Yan Yan, can you teach me the Wudang Sword Formation?"
Another sound resounded through the sky, and the needle drop could still be heard on the big stone platform, and the atmosphere was temporarily depressing.
Fighting alone is nothing more than following a script. In such a large battle, even if the enemy is defeated by force and bullies the minority, there are still many variables involved.
Faced with two monks and a three-night watcher, Zhang Jiuding still had some confidence to give it a try, but on the other side came Yan Yan, an unknown person. As the head of the sect, Zhang Jiuding had to think carefully. Fan.
Yan Yan turned to look at Ye San Geng and said: "I was passing by Lixia City and heard the city people talk about what you said after dinner. I think it is most appropriate to put it here."
Yan Yan looked towards the Taihe Hall and the huge building on the steps that looked like a fairy palace to ordinary people, with disdain on his face.
"Wudang? A bunch of bull noses."
