The dusty official road is filled with an endless stream of people coming and going. Although Hanzhou is located on the border, there are always some exotic specialties, which can often be sold at high prices when shipped to the Central Plains, so it is reasonable for the caravans to be busy.
At a tea stall on the roadside, a few copper coins can be exchanged for a pot of hot tea. It's not good tea, just some tea foam. People who are not used to it will salivate three times after one sip, but people who are used to it love the taste.
"Old man, bring me two pots of apricot blossom brew!" A stout man took a sip of tea foam, smelled the aroma of wine from the next table, and shouted. The old man came over with a teapot, looked at the waiter, and smiled. : "Master Lu, I'm really sorry. I take it you are the headlight of the caravan, right?"
The so-called headlight, also called horse headlight, is the person who rides at the front of the caravan to explore the road. Especially when traveling at night, there are mud holes and rolling logs, bandits and road tyrants, and it is necessary to have several headlights to explore the road ahead to be safe. , has always been the most important person in the caravan besides the shopkeeper.
The headlamp nodded: "What's wrong? Are you afraid that our headlamp can't afford wine?"
Headlamp said, taking out some broken silver from his pocket and placing it on the table: "If you go to the bar, the extra money will be treated as a reward."
The old man bowed and said, "Dear Mr. Lu, I'm sorry. Although I just run a stall and do small business, I have sworn a long time ago not to sell wine to horse lamps."
"Drinking without a headlight, drinking without a headlight!"
The front lamp glared angrily. He had just opened up four meridians a few days ago, and now he was working as a front lamp. It was the spring breeze, but he didn't expect that this small stall wouldn't even sell him a drink!
"What a violation of the rules! I give you money and you give me wine, isn't that the end of it?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The old man still bowed and apologized, "The old man's son was a headlight back then. He drank and made trouble and fell off the cliff. Everyone, fifty miles further is Fengpo City. When you get there, what do you think? Drink whatever you want!"
"Damn it, I want to drink it!" The headlight suddenly became angry and slapped the table, causing the table to fly away. He reached out and grabbed the old man's collar, "Sell it or not? No. The palm of my hand will be on you."
At this moment, an object flew towards me. He reached out to block the headlights and saw a wine cup. As soon as his hand touched the wine cup, he felt a huge force coming down his palm. In an instant, his hand His right hand hung down limply.
The headlight covered his arm, and he knew that his bones were not broken, but the force of the wine cup flying towards him was too strong, numbing his meridians and making him unable to exert any strength.
This is because the other party is holding back!
The headlight looked towards the direction where the wine cup flew from. It was the table of customers where the old man was selling wine.
It was a woman wearing a conical hat, followed by a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy with a buzz cut.
"The store doesn't want to sell it, so you want to rob it? Why don't you come over here and I'll have a drink with you."
The headlight covered his arms, and his heart skipped a beat.
Nowadays, the world has changed and martial arts are flourishing. A person who seems to have no strength may be able to open a stone tablet with a punch or break a boulder with a kick. At this time, I saw that a wine cup thrown by the other party had such power, I am afraid it is not a master who has opened seven or eight meridians, or even entered the Qi nourishing stage.
He immediately bowed and said: "Someone was reckless. I will apologize to the old man."
After saying that, he bowed deeply to the old man in the store, and left in a hurry without even taking the broken silver on the table.
The old man quickly stepped forward to express his gratitude, saying that he would cut a pound of braised beef to express his gratitude.
"Sister Su, are you angry?" Adamo looked at the woman in the conical hat and asked.
The woman in the conical hat said angrily: "Bullying the weak by relying on the skills learned from the book of the Marquis is simply ruining the reputation of martial arts. If he didn't mean to hurt others, I would have to remove his arms."
This woman in the conical hat is naturally Su Qianqian.
After saying goodbye to Chen Luo, Su Qianqian began her journey of repaying the favor. She first found the family of the maid Xiaocui and taught them the method of burning azure jade. Then she began to look for the relatives of the corpses that she had used to practice the "Nine Yin White Bone Claws" and repay them one by one.
The last person was found a few days ago, but it was learned that the little daughter of that family was kidnapped by bandits. On the way to rescue people, I saw my little daughter who was going home alone, and realized that she had been rescued by a young monk.
This made Su Qianqian remember another favor. So Su Qianqian destroyed the bandit den and rescued the young monk Adamo.
Now that Su Qianqian's favor has been cleared, she plans to go north to Dongcang and spend the rest of her life repaying Chen Luo's kindness.
Adamo was about to pursue the Tathagata in martial arts and explore the mysterious Shaolin, so he proposed to go with Su Qianqian.
Su Qianqian was also curious about how Adamo could only understand "scriptures" when watching martial arts, but could not understand martial arts. After all, Shaolin was a powerful sect in the book, so she agreed to Adamo's request.
It is precisely because of this that there is a scene of two people walking together in this official way.
"Sister Su, I have observed you over the past two days, and you look very much like a person in the book." Adamo knew Daxuan's restrictions on Buddhism, so he only called him by secular names.
Su Qianqian's expression could not be clearly seen under her conical hat, but there was only a faint question: "Who does he look like?"
"I can't forget to miss you at the end of the world. It's like Guo Xiang who misses Yang Guo in the book!" Adamo's words were extremely sincere, and his eyes were filled with light that could see through everything.
"Young monk, you speak without restraint." Su Qianqian stepped on Adamo's foot under the table. Adamo looked at his eyes, nose and heart, and remained unmoved. He softly recited the words "The King of Wonderful Colors" he had just comprehended. "Seeking Dharma"——
All loving encounters are impermanent and hard to last.
There are many fears in this life, and life is in danger from the morning dew.
From love comes sorrow, from love comes fear,
If you are separated from the one you love, there is no worry or fear.
…
"Um?"
Chen Luo's hand that was writing "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" paused slightly.
"Who has understood "The King of Wonderful Color Seeks the Dharma"?"
"Good guy, I haven't learned any martial arts from Shaolin, but I have learned a lot from Buddhist scriptures."
"Are you studying advanced mathematics in physical education class?"
"Dragon claw hand, diamond finger..."
"You have mastered one or two of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin! I will exchange them for very expensive ones!"
After reading it over and over again, Chen Luo sighed helplessly and continued writing "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms"!
Ye Dafu wrote a letter saying that since Liu Bei was killed in the book, the peach blossom forest outside Zhongjing City has become a large altar, and people come to mourn him every day.
A group of three!
Readers who are still following "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", except for those in the military, are all following Zhuge Liang.
Zhuge Liang was already so wise as to be a monster before, but after Liu Bei's death, he simply turned his head on.
First, he set up eight battle formations to resist Lu Xun, and then settled down on the fifth route to stabilize the Shu Han regime. Now what Chen Luozheng writes is "The prime minister raised a large army to conquer the southern invaders, and the barbarian kings who resisted the heavenly troops were first taken over."
That's right, seven captures and seven attempts!
This kind of forceful style is full of psychological tricks, and the great scholar of Wenchang Pavilion likes it best.
…
While Chen Luo was still busy updating, in an inconspicuous courtyard in Dongcang City, a skinny little child was hitting a stone tablet hard.
There was already a faint trace of blood on the stone tablet, but he had already punched it one after another.
"Wuji, I bought the latest "Da Xuanmin Daily" for you." A deep voice came in. When Song Wuji heard it, his little face suddenly became panicked. He picked up the bucket on the ground and poured it on the stone tablet. He used his sleeve to wipe the blood stains on it. At this time, the door of the small courtyard opened, and Song Weiyang walked in with a smile: "The City Lord's Mansion sent some barbaric materials again, and my brother also bought your favorite food..." Halfway through the words, Song Weiyang Seeing Song Wuji's actions, his face darkened, and he rushed forward, grabbed Song Wuji's hand, and pulled his hand out. He saw that the tiger's mouth on the small palm was slightly cracked, and the fist edge was blood red.
"You're boxing again, aren't you?" Song Weiyang wanted to get angry, but when she saw Song Wuji's appearance, she felt distressed again. She quickly rushed into the house to find some medicinal powder and ran out to apply it on him.
"Why are you so anxious? You are only eight years old! You haven't opened your body yet, so why are you so anxious?" Song Weiyang said distressedly while applying the medicine.
Song Weiyang sighed. For the sake of his younger brother's future, he brought his younger brother to Dongcang City and entered Dongcang's household registration. With his carpentry skills, he now has a small team of carpenters, and his life is getting better and better.
But what makes him happiest is his younger brother Song Wuji. He was sent to the martial arts hall to study some time ago, and he learned that the martial arts that Wuji had learned on his own before was called "Orchid Acupoint Brushing Hand". The level was not low, and he had been rated as a heaven-level martial artist by the martial arts teacher in the school. Not only are raw materials provided free of charge every month, but they are also said to be directly recommended to study in the martial arts academy once it opens.
Martial Arts Academy!
Although Song Weiyang didn't know what the martial arts academy looked like, the recent three questions about the running of the school by the Marquis had been circulating in the city for who knows how long. It would be so powerful to have a place where the heavenly beasts were suppressed by flesh and blood.
I heard that there are only five academies in the world, except for the martial arts academy, and they are all places where great Confucian scholars are born!
So even he saved a few days' wages, bought some tributes, and paid homage to Bixi, who was lying there motionless, hoping that it would take care of his little brother.
It's just that I've been having a little trouble recently!
Song Weiyang looked at Song Wuji and carefully wrapped his hands: "Don't listen to the nonsense of those children, what do they know? Orchid Point Brushing is an upper-level martial arts, not the Queen's Boxing they call it."
"But!" Song Wuji finally spoke and made a finger-twisting gesture, "Only the sisters on the stage are like this. I am a man and I don't want to practice this martial arts!"
"You are still young, so you will naturally learn a lot of martial arts in the future. What if you break your hand while practicing blindly?"
Song Wuji said nothing.
A group of children called him "sissy" when he was demonstrating the orchid finger, which really hit his little self-esteem.
Although Song Wuji was young, he was very talented. There was another reason why he was so depressed.
Because he found that he seemed to have no feeling for those fierce martial arts!
Not to mention understanding it on your own, even watching others demonstrate it and learning it yourself is very laborious.
That's why he's impatient.
Are you going to fight with your fingers like this when you grow up?
Song Weiyang rubbed Song Wuji's drooped head and said gently: "I'll put the food and new newspapers here. I still have a job to do and I have to go out. I may come back later today."
"Don't practice anymore, you hear me? If I find your sandbag is loose when I come back, you won't be allowed to eat preserves for a month!"
"Our Wuji family is an upright man, and he will definitely master amazing martial arts skills!"
After saying that, Song Weiyang stood up and left the courtyard. Song Wuji pouted and picked up the newspaper.
What comes into view is the latest episode of "The Legend of Heaven and Dragon Sword"——
"The first teaching of Tai Chi is that softness overcomes hardness."
…
"Senior brother, we are still a thousand miles away from Dongcang City." Qingxuan calculated with his fingers and said to Qingwei.
Qingwei nodded and looked back at the Dao Lords and Daoist people who were accompanying him.
"Come on, release all the purple energy! Release all the momentum!"
"A Thousand Miles of Purple Qi allows the Great Master to feel the strength of our Taoist sect."
"yes!"
The purple energy on the bodies of each Taoist monarch and the real person soared into the sky. Almost instantly, the purple energy traveled thousands of miles and filled the sky.
…
After finishing writing the latest episode of "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", Chen Luo stretched out and suddenly heard Yun Siyao's voice transmission.
"Junior brother, there is an expert coming towards Dongcang. He doesn't know whether he is an enemy or a friend."
Chen Luo was startled and ran out of the room quickly, and saw Yun Siyao standing on the observation deck.
Chen Luo quickly went up to the lookout. At this moment, a chessboard shadow covering the entire city appeared above Dongcang City. At the same time, Wu Litao's figure was suspended above Tiancang City, holding half a chicken leg in his hand.
Chen Luo followed Yun Siyao's gaze and saw a wisp of purple slowly emerging from the distant sky. A small black shadow appeared in Chen Luo's sight.
"Ziqi Yingtian is from the Taoist sect." Yun Siyao breathed a sigh of relief. Wu Li cursed and said something, gnawed the chicken leg in his hand, and disappeared from the sky.
Only then did Chen Luo see clearly that the black spot was actually a mountain!
At this time, a faint voice was heard coming from afar, resounding throughout the world.
"The Taoist sect is from a humble background, bringing Wudang Mountain to the south to say hello to the great sage and mentor!"
Chen Luo: (?｀?Д?′)!!
I’ve heard of worshiping mountains, but never heard of worshiping with a mountain!
I admit, I have the intention of asking you to give me rewards and gifts, but a mountain of gifts is just a metaphor!
Did you really bring a mountain with you?
Wait, what mountain did he just say he brought?
If you heard me right, you are talking about Wudang?
Old Qingwei, are you... bringing your own campus?
However, the map of Dongcang City appeared in Chen Luo's mind.
Where do you put this mountain?
When Chen Luo was about to ask Yun Siyao to help him transmit a message to Lao Qingwei, a message suddenly flashed through his mind, and Chen Luo's eyes lit up——
Who is practicing Tai Chi! !
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