At noon, I looked at the thousands of words written by thousands of people in Wudang. In a trance, I could see in the handwriting that was blended with great skill and inaction. Even the people in the Taoist sect were not aware of it. In my mind, I was like the many masters of the Wudang sect over the past millennium. The true meaning of Taoism that flows through the fingertips and penetrates between the lines of the words resonates with the disciples. In just a few breaths, the breath in one's body can build a symbiotic bridge with the awe-inspiring power of heaven and earth, which can be used for one's own purposes. The meridians in the body are restored to their original state, and the energy that is different from many methods in the world is instantly filled, which is indeed mysterious and mysterious.
Among them are some people who attained the Great Dao and ascended to the immortal world five hundred years ago. The things left behind in the world may not be of much use, but this calligraphy treasure is the most inconspicuous but the most wonderful.
The so-called words are like the person, and the ink contains his ambition. A person's character and cultivation can be seen from the words, and it must be connected with the person every stroke, stroke and stroke before it can be revealed.
A master of Shanwai calligraphy once said that it is easy to fake what one writes, but it is difficult to conceal the true nature of what one writes.
The fate between the succession and the transition is trembling. There is a big atmosphere in every square inch, which contains the things that have been done in this life. Only when the style is like this and the state of mind is like this, can the true nature be found in the flowing clouds and flowing water. .
The calligraphy left by these figures who have gained a place among the immortals is a reflection of their spiritual path. What is reflected is human nature, which is naturally a rare opportunity.
Regarding this unexpected windfall, Midnight was naturally disrespectful. After all, even Zhang Sanfeng, who practiced fortune-telling and the three magical powers, could not see the essence of this. Such a useful thing, Don't want it for nothing.
It's just that in the middle of the night, I also felt sorry for Wudang. I was looking for opportunities all over the world with lanterns. I stepped on one under my feet and didn't even know it. It was sad and pitiful.
It has to be said that such a unique opportunity is definitely something that cannot be found. He was so seriously injured that the breath in his body was so exhausted that he could not gather even a single breath for two or three days. However, after absorbing the energy, he recovered as before. How could he not be so angry? Chang'an?
Such a mysterious transformation place, with every movement of hands and feet forming a circle of its own, is unusual. In this flashing and moving moment, you can feel the subtlety of it. The distance traveled between one breath and one breath is more than half a foot. The wind is blowing under your feet as if you are entering the realm of nothingness, which makes people feel very happy when the spring breeze blows on their face.
Thinking of the good people growing up on the watershed some time ago, Ye San couldn't help but feel that it was nothing more than that at the moment.
This profound and mysterious experience can only be understood in a flash of inspiration. After running eastward to enjoy the tea scene, I still couldn't see the messenger, so I had to stop and look for him in the middle of the night.
According to the initial discussion, when encountering an emergency, the fireworks used in the altar are believed to be used for two breaths and fired three times in a row. Now I am afraid that it will not be discovered after the first time, resulting in fundamental Too late to post a second time?
The murderer's methods are cruel, and his cultivation level is still unknown. How can it not make people think wildly after such a long time without seeing the second message?
The passage of time is fleeting and unpredictable, which makes people anxious indeed. Not far away, there was a soft moan that broke into the sky.
Taoist magic, green cow moo. It is said that the Taoist master has cultivated the supreme method. When he went west to Hangu, he encountered a gangster blocking his way. He sat on top of the green ox and lamented that the world was full of misfortunes. People were not human beings, things were not things, and he scolded him with his great supernatural powers. The qing niu could not bear it and kept mooing. , the voices of one person and one cow came and went, which actually awakened the evil man's true nature.
Such a mysterious method was called Qing Niu Mo by the Taoist sect. In the middle of the night, the foot turned sharply and swept out diagonally. Under the setting sun, the spots were fluttering with light and shadow, but they were definitely not pretty at this time.
In the dense forest, only half a mile away from Fangyou Pavilion on the mountainside, a Taoist priest in gray clothes was fighting with a woman.
As expected, it was Jiugong Yan. Jiugong Yan showed her true colors this time, which was unexpected. The Taoist priest was parrying from left to right, obviously dwarfed by the two short-edged swords.
But before he could take action in the third night of the night, Jiugong Yan's two daggers attacked more fiercely. After forcing the opponent back, he did not attack. He retreated and then retreated until they were four or five feet away from each other, looking at each other from a distance.
"Wait a minute." Jiugong Yan raised her hand to stop Ye Sangeng who was about to step forward, with a smile. Midnight stopped in astonishment, wondering what kind of medicine this woman was selling in her gourd.
Compared with this, the biggest question in the night is naturally that this woman is still smiling.
"It's only been a few days since I last saw you. Third Young Master looks good." Jiugong Yan greeted him with a smile. Ye San didn't know whether to laugh or what to do, and asked in confusion: "How can you laugh?"
"Why can't I laugh?" Jiugong Yan asked back,
"What, Third Young Master, what do you think I should do at this time? Cry?" He looked around in the middle of the night, his meaning was obvious.
"Now, can you escape unscathed? Or can you leave alive?"
"Why not?" Jiugongyan asked again, leaving Ye San even more confused. Indeed, with the scheming she showed at the watershed, throwing herself into a trap now would be tantamount to suicide, and it was not something she could do.
Ye Sangen looked around vigilantly, obviously worried that there would be helpers hiding around, such as Mo Wanren, Zhang Jiuding, and even Han Dingtian. Ye Sangen could not guarantee a sneak attack by any of these people. If he faced Jiugongyan can respond in time.
When I thought about this, I thought of Yan Yan and denied my own thoughts. If these people appeared here, Yan Yan would also come back.
Then she has other backup plans. Regarding this woman's deep thoughts, the third watch of the night was already a bit confusing.
Speculating on various possibilities, he first asked the Taoist priest about his identity in the middle of the night. The gray-clothed Taoist priest called himself Zhang Tianjing. He followed Shi Gandang of the Taishan sect on the orders of his uncle Zhang Jiu'e. He lost track of her along the way and searched all the way. He met this woman sneaking around in the forest. When he asked about it, he took action. He was anxious. The whistle was used as a signal, but there was no chance to send it a second time. Qing Niu Mo could only use Taoist methods to disrupt the enemy's mind and try to attract help.
Ye San didn't know whether to praise him for being a blind cat who encountered a dead rat after a mistake or to blame him for reporting the wrong letter. However, the other party was Jiugong Yan, which was considered an acceptable result at the moment.
Jiugong Yan stood not far away and listened quietly to the conversation between the two. Seeing that she was so calm, she seemed to have no intention of escaping. Moreover, after listening to what the Taoist priest who called himself Zhang Tianjing said, she was actually very proud and said proudly: "It seems that I broke your situation by mistake, which can be regarded as a blessing in disguise." At the third night of the night, I am really not in a hurry to catch this Fuying woman. To be honest, I just want to wait for the others. No matter who comes, won't the chance of winning be greater?
After all, this woman is very cunning, and Ye Sangeng can't guarantee that Jiugong Yan can be so calm in such a situation. What exactly is she relying on.
It's better to be careful. So Ye San Geng asked: "Then why did you appear here in the first place?" This question was just to delay time, but unexpectedly, Jiugong Yan actually answered truthfully: "I am looking for an opportunity to seek revenge on you. ." Being told so frankly by the other party, Ye San, as the protagonist, smiled and said: "It's understandable, so, have you found it?"
"Found it." The answer was honest. But Ye Sangeng felt like he was in the mist, and instead laughed angrily and said, "Is it right here?" Jiugong Yan smiled and said nothing.
Ye San Geng added: "Don't say you can't beat me, even if you can, I still have a helper. And..."
"Besides, there will be more people coming, right?" Jiugong Yan took over the conversation, showing that he definitely had a chance to win.
Ye San didn't know where she got this confidence. Jiugongyan didn't hide anything, and said: "I burned down the Taihe Hall, do you think anyone will come?" This sentence stunned the night, and the gray-clothed Taoist Zhang Tianjing beside him had already made a move and ran away. go.
After all, the Taihe Hall, which is dedicated to Emperor Zhenwu, is the spiritual support of the Wudang Taoist priests. Even if they die, they will not allow any difference in their obsession.
Zhang Tianjing's figure disappeared into the forest, and Ye Sangeng naturally ignored her. In fact, it was the same with or without him. If he fought alone, Ye Sangeng believed that he could kill her in a short time.
There was a smoky smell of charcoal in the air, indicating that the fire was quite strong.
"Then what?" Ye San Geng asked,
"Kill me?" Jiugongyan, who was still very honest, confessed again,
"I can't beat you."
"What about your backup plan?" This time, Jiugongyan didn't rush to answer. She fell into deep thought, as if weighing the pros and cons, and said as if talking to herself: "Forget it, I can't say it yet." Ye Sangen curled her lips,
"So there is?" Jiugong Yan looked in disbelief,
"You're not talking nonsense. That old guy Mo Wanren didn't have any influence on you even when he was here. Do you think I can deal with you by myself? Do you think I'm stupid?" The other party knew everything and kept talking. The look made Ye San even more at a loss, so much so that he didn't know where to start on how to proceed, and even what to say was a problem.
Simply, in the middle of the night, the most fundamental aspect of the world was revealed.
"Were you the ones who killed those Taoist disciples?"
"no."
"Did you make it?"
"No." After two questions and two answers, Ye San smiled bitterly. If she was lying, she had been very honest in answering all questions from the moment they met until now.
If she didn't lie, could there be someone behind the scenes in this situation? Seeing Ye Sangeng's hesitation, he could almost guess what he was thinking. Jiugong Yanfu added another sentence,
"My old man did it."
"Huh?" Jiugongyan's answers again and again, although they were answers, made the questions more complicated again and again.
So Jiugongyan continued to explain: "I have nothing to do with the old man and I, and I never participate in his arrangements." Ye Sangen asked: "So you know the plan?" You can almost guess the next question of the other party. , Jiugong Yan said frankly again: "I know, but I can't say. But I can tell you one thing. The Taoist couple from the Laoshan sect should be in danger now." Ye Sangen frowned, and suddenly realized that including Shi The three people who dare to be included have not arrived yet, but I have told them all.
Whether the Taoist monks from the Laoshan sect came over or not was not considered. Na Shi dared to think of such a good person, but he didn't... Thinking of this, Ye San didn't dare to think about it anymore, and asked in surprise: "Is everything done by the Taishan sect?" Jiugong Yan He shook his head and said: "Half right and half wrong. It's true this time, but not before." He fell into confusion again, and he couldn't figure it out as if it was cloudy and foggy at night.
Jiugong Yan looked at it and smiled and said: "Forget it, don't guess, I will tell you directly." She put the two swords back into the sheaths on her waist, and the woman from Fuying continued: "The mastermind behind this is Hu Feizhen. The method of Xunyanxiashen, supplemented by the Gu technique of Western Hunan, can control people's minds. Now I am afraid that the little Taoist priest of the Taishan sect is controlled by Hu Feizhen." Seeing Ye Sangeng becoming more confused, Jiugong Yan sighed,
"Still don't understand? You are so stupid."
"Liaodong Kanxiang Sect and Xiangxi Sect..."
"There is no such thing as Xiangxi Cult. Who said that only Xiangxi Cult has taught voodoo?" Jiugong Yan didn't even have to wait for the third night to finish asking questions before answering. Such an attitude was indeed frank and honest.
"For what reason?"
"Protestant."
"Why act in Wudang?"
"The original intention was to provoke a fight among Taoists so that we could take advantage of it."
"The Dao Sect Lotus Pond was also done by you?"
"My old man's methods."
"Why are you telling me this now?" One question and one answer, quick questions and quick answers, all questions must be answered. A woman who doesn't even think can't be called candid, but sincere.
But now he paused on this issue, not thinking about it, but all the original smile faded away, and he put on a coquettish look that was shy before speaking.
"Because I kind of like you." She said.
"..." This woman is a witch.
