Liu Ziji screamed like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
Bounced out of his seat.
"Fellow Taoist, this is ridiculous." Liu Ziji felt that he had lost his composure and sat down again with a blushing face: "Fellow Taoist, is it really the Dunjia Heavenly Book?"
"The gift from Zuo Ci must be genuine."
"Forget it, the ink blade belongs to fellow Taoist, but it is just returned to its original owner. If I copy the Dunjia Heavenly Book again, wouldn't I be suspected of taking advantage of others' danger?"
Liu Ziji took a deep breath to relieve the regret in his heart.
Liu Ziji of Nanyang was a noble scholar.
"It's okay. Zuo Shenxian didn't say not to borrow it from others. It doesn't matter if Mr. Liu gets his wish. I think that Zuo Shenxian will be happy to give the sacred object to Gao Jie."
Ling Muyun persuaded again.
"In this case, Liu will be shameless." Liu Ziji made up his mind and continued: "Seeing that it is already late, fellow Taoist, please wait for a moment while I catch two herrings and share the meal with fellow Taoist."
"Oh? Where to go fishing?"
"There is a mountain stream down there that is ice-free all year round. The herring it produces is of fresh and tender meat and is not greasy to eat. If you are willing, fellow Taoist, you can follow Liu."
Ling Muyun looked at it and saw that it was already getting late. Why not rest here and inquire about Mo Ren's enlightenment? He and Liu Ziji would return to Nanyang City tomorrow.
He agreed casually.
I thought I would have to walk several miles up the mountain road, but unexpectedly, Liu Ziji only took a fishing rod, sat on the stone slab in front of the door, and muttered something.
I saw a fishing line coming out of thin air on the fishing rod.
Liu Ziji threw the fishing rod down. In just a few breaths, the fishing rod bent.
Ling Muyun was surprised and wanted to find out.
"Mr. Liu's fishing line is made of true Qi. Being able to use it so skillfully is really an eye-opener for future students."
"Living in seclusion in the mountains, not caring about worldly affairs, I'm a little kid who can't stand the compliments of fellow Taoists."
Liu Ziji spoke with great pride, which was obviously his special skill.
Brother Ye once said that when Ling Muyun uses magic, his true energy pours down, like water bursting from a dike. If the water can flow slowly and steadily, his cultivation can be further improved.
"Mr. Liu, I would like to ask you a favor..."
This was what Liu Ziji was waiting for.
After teaching Ling Muyun his special skills, he felt less guilty when reading the Dunjia Heavenly Book.
"The reason is simple."
Liu Ziji collected the herring, returned to the house, took out a box of needlework and handed it to Ling Muyun.
"Fellow Taoist, you only need to pass through the pinhole when the true energy takes form, and then you can get a first glimpse of the door. Furthermore, if you go one step further, you can use it freely after passing through dozens or even dozens of roots."
“The key is concentration and multitasking.”
Ling Muyun picked up an embroidery needle for the first time, looked at the ball of true energy and the pinhole as big as a sesame seed in his hand, and fell into deep thought.
This method sounds easy to say, but is very difficult once done.
When Liu Ziji steamed the herring and garnished it with mountain green vegetables, Ling Muyun's true energy was as thick as a finger.
Not to mention passing through the needle hole, even wrapping the wire hammer is more than enough.
"Needle and thread are common things in the world. Master Ling practices diligently. In the future, it will be used for more than just fishing."
When eating in seclusion, it is important not to eat in abundance. One fish per person is counted as dinner.
Fortunately, the herring meat is firm, fresh but not fishy, and tastes extremely delicious.
It satisfies the tongue and satisfies the stomach.
After the meal, the two of them talked about spiritual practice.
Ling Muyun studied the ink blade according to the method of enlightenment mentioned by Liu Ziji, but still couldn't figure it out.
"The first time I saw this blade, I could feel its sword skills. After understanding it, there are seven skills, one method and seven postures, totaling forty-nine postures. I only learned one of them. The other six methods have no clue. .”
Liu Ziji started to cry as he spoke.
People die more than others.
The young fellow Taoist has learned the thunder method. Although he only used the thunder in his palm, he saw that it was extremely powerful.
That's all. With the ink blade in his hand, even if he only comprehends one method, he is enough to gain a foothold on the Xuantian Ranking.
What made him even more ashamed was that there was also a copy of such a divine object as the Dunjia Heavenly Book.
I also got a completed burial scripture and gave it to the Kan family of Gaochang.
I don't know whether to call Ling Muyun generous or stupid.
"Mr. Liu, can you give me a demonstration?"
"Please lend me the Ink Blade."
Liu Ziji took the ink blade, walked to the courtyard, and finished the seven moves in one breath.
No wind or waves, simple and natural.
But there was a sound of explosions in the air.
"If you use true energy, the speed will be faster, and the sound will turn into a roar, not like an explosion. However, the small courtyard cannot bear the torment."
"It's quite similar to the derivative of Spring Thunder, but it's different. The derivative of Spring Thunder is more focused on body skills. It looks like a ghost, and when you think about it, it comes to you. This sword technique is more powerful. It seems easy and freehand, but in fact, every move is as heavy as a thousand stones. .”
Ling Muyun thought silently in his heart.
It was cold in the evening, and Ling Muyun, like Liu Ziji, meditated to resist the low temperature.
I felt that in an instant, the sun was rising.
Coming to Crouching Tiger Mountain, I gained a lot, and even retrieved the ink blade without any trouble, which made Ling Muyun very satisfied.
He repeatedly praised the trip as a worthwhile one.
In the early morning of the next day, Liu Ziji played a set of Wuqinxi and saw Ling Muyun wake up with a look of anticipation on his face.
"I have prepared the breakfast food and placed it on the table so fellow Taoists can take it at any time."
Breakfast is extremely simple, consisting of wild vegetables and porridge, with a single variety. Food that is expensive in the mountains is rare.
After Ling Muyun finished eating, the two of them headed down the mountain facing the morning and evening.
There were very few carriages on Niyang's journey to Nanyang City. After walking straight for half an hour, he happened to meet an old horse.
"I thought that the young master was like that person who abandoned his family and career, and sought out Liu Ziji and others to discuss living in seclusion. Tsk, tsk, it was mostly to deceive the world and steal his reputation. Wasn't it just to attract the attention of the officials and get a good job?"
Liu Ziji, who was also behind the carriage, had his face turning blue and white.
"This old man is very prejudiced against seclusion."
"Whatever prejudice I have, it's just that I've seen it too much. The more I see it, the more it becomes clear."
Lao Ma disagreed. He never imagined that the person sitting behind the carriage was Liu Ziji, who he said was not doing his job properly.
Ling Muyun was speechless.
"Master, are you right what I said?"
Lao Ma seems to have decided that Ling Muyun must have a common language with him.
"Hmm."
Ling Muyun dealt with it.
"Today, Governor Lu invited an immortal to treat his stupid girl." Lao Ma said with certainty: "The person we invited was a Zoroastrian master named Liu Chan. Those who didn't know thought that Uncle Liu's son was alive. Hundreds of years."
"Who did you invite?" Ling Muyun asked curiously, "Liu Chan?"
Rumor has it that Liu Chan is the son of the leader, the future leader.
Generally speaking, Lao Ma's gossip is relatively accurate.
"Mr. Liu, does he know about the illness of Governor Lu's daughter?" Ling Muyun turned to Liu Ziji and asked.
"I have heard a few words about it, but I don't know if it is the full story." Liu Ziji continued: "The incident happened in Huangqiu. I have been there several times and found nothing unusual. But when I looked at the condition of the prefect's daughter, it seemed like what a doctor would do. It’s like losing your soul.”
"Mr. Liu, have you ever visited the Zoroastrian church to check it out?"
"Oh?" Liu Ziji frowned: "I have read Zoroastrian teachings, but there is nothing too outrageous."
“It’s not the doctrine that’s wrong, maybe it’s the people.”
Ling Muyun's words made Liu Ziji fall into deep thought.
"If there's anything wrong with it, it's that the leader Liu Li is too good at deceiving people."
