At this moment, Chen Yuan suddenly lost the desire and excitement to pursue the unknown, and felt deeply tired. He leaned back, leaned on the window sill, and said dejectedly: "What's going on with the Enlightenment Monument? I can tell you. ?”
"Oh, that stone tablet is nothing. It means that a Taoist priest ascended during the day. Before his ascension, he scrawled on the big rock next to the cliff where he attained enlightenment." The old man said.
"Doodle?" Chen Yuan asked.
"It looks like graffiti to anyone," the old man said.
"What do you think?" Chen Yuan asked.
"I saw a set of mental methods, and even the name was written on it." The old man said with a smile.
"Is it Shen Ling?" Chen Yuan said.
"Yes, the person who taught you naturally saw it too." The old man said again.
"Then why can't others see it?" Chen Yuan asked.
"That's what I'm asking. We both know Shen Ling, so why are you not as good at using it as I am?" the old man asked back.
Chen Yuan was speechless.
"Wolves, insects, tigers and leopards are lying there in the mountains. Why can some people get animal skins and exchange them for money? Why do some people die in the tiger's mouth?" the old man asked again.
Chen Yuan knew that he had just asked a redundant question, and asked again: "Then why did that person get up and leave after seeing it, but you didn't?"
"Probably he doesn't like that set of swordsmanship." The old man said.
"Is there another set of sword skills?" Chen Yuan exclaimed.
"Maybe it's also the sword technique." The old man nodded and added, "After all, it's carved on the stone with sword energy. Whatever weapon you use to learn it, that's the technique."
"Then where is this monument?" Chen Yuan asked hurriedly.
"What are you doing? Want to learn? A dagger is not suitable." The old man said slowly and poured another half cup of tea.
"How can you……"
"It's hidden in my sleeves. I'm afraid I'll forget it one day and just raise my arms and jump into my crotch? Hahahaha..." the old man said and laughed to himself.
Chen Yuan was beyond shocked. He was confident that no one would see it if he didn't take the initiative to show off his "fish". Otherwise, there would be no rumors in the world that any fish that saw Chen Yuan would either die or be maimed.
"Don't think about it! That monument has long been turned into rubbish." The old man said.
"Ah? What's going on?" Chen Yuan asked.
"Several factions were fighting, and they all wanted to move back to their own mountain gate. After fighting, they were reduced to rubble." The old man said disdainfully.
"A waste of natural resources." Chen Yuan said.
"Are all people selfish? We can see these things from it, but maybe others can see other things. Especially the leaders with a slightly higher level of cultivation are more likely to see something. . Naturally, I don’t want this good thing to wander outside, and I can’t wait to occupy it all the time. Even if I can’t understand anything by guarding it, then there will be no place for others to understand. Cutting off other people’s ways to become stronger is also a kind of person who thinks that it can make him The way to become stronger." The old man said.
Chen Yuan thinks it makes sense. There are not many people like this in the world.
"Did the Taoist priest really ascend?" Chen Yuan began to wonder if there really were immortals when he heard that even the things he left behind could attract various factions to fight for it, and could also teach people special skills.
"I didn't see anyone." The old man said, took two puffs of dry smoke and said, "It's precisely because he didn't see anyone that they all thought he had ascended. That Taoist priest was invincible in the previous era, but one day he suddenly disappeared. , people went to look for him, but there was no trace of him, only the big stone carved with sword marks." The old man said.
"What you said is..."
"That's him, Huashan is leaning towards the river." The old man said.
"It turned out to be something left by Fu Xianghe, so it's not surprising that the rivers and lakes are fighting for it." Chen Yuan said.
"You are young and have heard of that old monster?" the old man asked with a smile.
"I've heard of it, but it's only been a hundred and twenty years. It's not like there are no legends about him in the world." Chen Yuan said with a smile.
"Anyway, there is no trace, and the world has disappeared." The old man said.
"Is it really possible to ascend in the daytime... Are there really immortals..." Chen Yuan murmured with confused eyes.
"I think there should be one, but there shouldn't be." The old man took over.
"Especially for old guys like us who are buried up to our necks in soil, we certainly hope for something. If there is a way to live forever, who would want to die?" the old man said again.
"But how do the people of the world know that immortals are immortals? Isn't it also the imagination of the world? They only know that those who fly in the sky are immortals. To put it bluntly, they just have an ability that ordinary people don't have." Chen Yuan said.
"For people who don't know any martial arts, such as ordinary woodcutter, fishermen, hunters, and simple farmers who work in the fields, isn't your ability considered half an immortal?" the old man chuckled.
Chen Yuan seemed to be hit in the head by something, feeling dazed.
The old man added: "Think about it, if you told ordinary people that they would have such an ability, what would they think?" The farmer leaned on his hoe and closed his eyes for a while to breathe, and he could feel the gopher hole that harmed his banker. You can even feel a few gophers next to any earthen hill; when a hunter meditates on the top of a mountain, he can know where the prey are, which one is running, and which one is eating and sleeping. Even if he is chasing the most For the hard-to-catch hare, you can step on the treetops like you and wait for it on the road ahead; the fisherman stands on the bow of the boat, and with a palm, the fish will flop on its belly and float on the side of your boat; the woodcutter has no need to work hard to chop it down I only save enough firewood in one day to sell it for dozens of pennies per load, and the waist-thick tree is already lying in half..."
Chen Yuan's eyes were empty, staring at the flickering charcoal in the brazier in trance.
"Think about it again. The ancestors worked hard to perpetuate the fire that struck the wood with lightning in order to keep the light and heat alive. Now ordinary people can easily take out a fire stick and light a torch. Isn't this a miracle for the ancestors?" Lao Hai Said again.
Chen Yuan's eyes became increasingly hollow. He didn't even hear Gu Ming and Wang Ye entering the door, or he heard them but didn't pay attention.
Gu Ming took the first step and stood still in the courtyard, his breath lingering. The prince came in panting, thumping his waist with his hands and said: "I'm old, I'm really old. It didn't take so much trouble to get up last time."
"Are you two the guests that Master mentioned?" The doll in the kitchen dropped the clanking spatula and stood in the door rubbing his waist with his hands.
Seeing that the two of them were silent, he said again: "Come in, the master is here, and the rice is just cooked." He ignored the two of them and turned back to put the vegetables on the plate.
Gu Ming remained silent, jumped onto the eaves with one step, and entered the main hall with another step. Ran Zheng also slowly walked up to the main room, scratched his head and said, "When did you get a baby?"
"This young man is not as polite as Kang Shang." The old man was still smoking his cigarette and rolled his eyes to look at Gu Mingdao who had just entered the room.
"Don't be surprised, old man." The prince followed him into the house and bowed to the man on the kang.
"Hey, Fang Guitou." The old man on the kang sat up and leaned forward.
"How do you know this, old man?" Gu Ming asked as he glanced at the knife handle exposed behind his back in surprise.
"I don't know what I did!" the old man said angrily.
Gu Ming stood stunned on the spot.
"What does that kid Qiuran have to do with you? What is the name of the mountain gate...oh, Gufeng." The old man said nonchalantly.
Without saying a word, Gu Ming knelt down on the ground with a thud, kowtowed and said, "My father once said that the senior who gave him this sword not only reconnected his arms, but also taught him supreme skills." Dharma." Gu Ming kowtowed again, Qiuran was the character of Gu Gu, which means "the majestic heroic spirit will remain awe-inspiring for thousands of years."
"It turns out it's your dad, hey! It's just a little effort, and it's just a matter of teaching that skill. Your dad was disabled in martial arts back then, and even his arms were broken. I fixed his arms, but he still looked dead. It’s no different, maybe I feel that my Dantian has been destroyed and I can’t practice martial arts.” The old man said.
"My father's Dantian was destroyed? But now he..."
"Amazing, right? Eight days of martial arts? Hehehe..." the old man laughed.
"Yes, how could that be..."
"Who said you can't practice martial arts if you don't have a Dantian? Who made the rule? This is two different things from not being able to eat if you don't have a mouth. There is no cause and effect."
Gu Ming also experienced a conversation that was interrupted before the words were finished.
"But……"
"But when practicing internal skills, the energy sinks into the Dantian, right?" the old man said with a smile.
Gu Ming nodded.
"Gather your strength and come out." The old man did not answer directly, but just ordered Gu Mingdao.
Gu Ming nodded, pressed his fingers together as he was told, bent his arms, held two breaths in front of his chest, and threw them out the door. With a "pop" sound, a hole was made in the earth courtyard.
"Well, the internal strength is pretty good." The old man nodded and praised.
"For now, please touch Wangye's acupuncture points." The old man said again.
Gu Ming still didn't ask, and quickly tapped the prince's shoulder twice. As soon as the prince heard this, his face had not yet completely turned into a puzzled expression, and his mouth was already half open and motionless.
"Yeah! He's also very accurate in finding acupoints." The old man nodded slightly in praise.
"But why did you turn your hands into swords twice?" The old man asked again without waiting for Gu Ming to speak.
Gu Ming was stunned and didn't know how to answer for a moment.
"Is it because the index and middle fingers look better together?" the old man asked.
Gu Ming looked at his hands blankly and shook his head.
"Is that because if you use your middle finger and ring finger, you won't be able to exert your strength?" the old man asked again.
Gu Ming didn't say a word, but quickly put his middle finger and ring finger together, exerted a burst of energy, and then hit it end-to-end in the hole just now.
"Then you can't touch the acupoints with your thumb or little finger?" the old man asked again.
Gu Ming remained silent and quickly used his thumb and little finger to untie the acupuncture points on the prince's shoulders.
"Do you understand?" the old man asked with a smile.
"I understand. Thank you again, father-in-law. You have shown kindness to my father and indirectly helped me." After Gu Ming finished speaking, he kowtowed again.
"Understand what?" The prince, who had not said a word since he walked in, took advantage of the opportunity. It was also because he couldn't hold back anymore and was in a fog for a long time.
"You don't understand this? How come you don't have any knowledge like a kid?" the old man said with a smile.
"I really don't understand. What have you two been doing all day? And the one on the kang! Boy Yuan, what are you doing?" said the prince.
"Don't pay attention to him, this kid is thinking about becoming an immortal." Seeing that Chen Yuan had his eyes closed and didn't respond, the old man said to the prince with a smile.
"That's what I mean..." Seeing that the prince was dying of anxiety, the old man quickly blocked his mouth as if he was afraid that he would yell.
"Qi sinking in the Dantian does not mean that it must sink in the Dantian. It is just a habit, or sinking in the Dantian is the easiest. It is also easiest for beginners to sink in the Dantian. Dantian is the easiest to detect qi. It is also easiest to store internal energy in the Dantian. It is easy to mobilize and can move around the whole body the fastest." The old man smoked the dry pipe.
"If you're willing, you can try to play with your Dantian. It's the same everywhere. It'll work on your ribs, on your appendix, on your thighs, whatever it doesn't hurt." The old man said boredly, "I'll give that little Qiuran's kung fu The Fa is the kind that can be sunk anywhere. In fact, that's very good and safe. What if you waste your Dantian every day when you have nothing to do?" After the old man said this, he picked his nostrils and wiped it on the soles of his shoes.
"Oh, I understand! I won't play anymore. I don't have nothing to do every day." The prince said.
"Let's eat." The old man saw a head floating past the window and knew that the meal brought by the doll was coming.
"Master! The rice is ready!" The baby stepped over the threshold that was too high for him with some difficulty. He held two plates of dishes in his hands and stretched out his arms. There was also a row of plates on his arms: three steamed buns, a whole Chicken, braised pig's trotters, braised radish, and the two dishes in my hand are sugar-roasted eggplant and fried eggs.
"You wouldn't have made an extra trip! You're so tired!" The old man set up the kang table, took the plates one by one and put them on the table, then put a chopstick on the baby's head.
"I'm not too tired to die, but it's hard to say whether I'll starve to death." The doll rolled his eyes.
"The last time I was sent to get vinegar, I trotted to the kitchen. How long could it take? I came back with half a roasted goose and only a goose beak left." The doll continued to accuse.
"You say it first and I'll eat it first." The old man picked up the chopsticks and started to eat.
The baby was so frightened that she jumped up on the kang, grabbed the beggar's chicken with her hands and twisted off its wings. The prince was not polite, he picked up the chopsticks with charcoal on the side of the brazier, rubbed them under his arms, wiped off the white ash and started picking up the vegetables. eat.
"I used to be the only one here, with only one pair of chopsticks. This kid's chopsticks are made from branches broken off every day." The old man muttered.
Gu Ming smiled and didn't feel rude.
"But don't eat it, I'll give you something else to eat." The old man smiled sideways, suddenly swallowed the food in his mouth, and shot out a sword energy through the window, making a deep groove on the ground. Then he picked up another mouthful of food and said, "Go ahead, eat as much as you want. It's best if you can finish it all."
Chen Yuan was awakened by the sudden finger pointing through the window. He glanced at it and said hurriedly: "Quickly go to Xiao Ming! Supreme Sword Intent! Go to the river!"
Gu Ming's eyes widened immediately. When he went out, he forgot to cross the threshold and ran out.
"Slow down, you bastard! Do you know why I taught you this? It's because you used both of your energies to hit the same place, leaving only a hole. You know how to take care of my yard! Damn it!" The old man stood up and looked through the window. Yelling and cursing.
"Okay, okay! Good banging! I can't break the crotch anymore. The threshold is so high, it should have been broken long ago." The doll then unscrewed another chicken wing and said.
"You should also eat something. After that, I will drink two cans of tea with you." The old man grinned with yellow teeth.
"Okay." Chen Yuan also smiled and nodded. Then he smiled and looked at the dishes on the Kang table. It was good, a combination of meat and vegetables, and nodded with a smile. Looking at the sugar-roasted eggplant again, the sticky sugar juice, the prince pulled out the sticky silk when he picked it up, and then he stopped smiling.
"I've been sitting for a long time. I went out for a walk and will come back later to drink tea." Chen Yuan said as he got off the kang and put on his shoes.
"Haha! Come back and have a bite! That's not phlegm~!" The old man shouted with a smile, and Chen Yuan quickened his pace and walked out of the courtyard gate.
"What's the phlegm?" The prince asked, smacking the sugar juice on the eggplant.
"Nothing, that guy is quite interesting. Let's have a chat with him later," the old man said.
"He calls you Uncle Wang. Do you know his father?" the old man asked again.
"We've known each other for twenty years," the prince said.
"Oh, what's his father's name?" the old man asked.
"Of course my surname is Chen! My name is Chen Gaoye." The prince said.
"Oh... why is the surname Chen?" the old man whispered to himself.
"What?" the prince asked.
"It's almost like you suddenly changed your surname to Wang!" The old man stopped worrying and started eating steamed buns.
