Seeing that he had almost eaten and drank, his stomach was seven to eighty percent full. Ye Wumian stood up suddenly because he was concerned about this monk. He said to Zhou Xian, "Brother Zhou, please forgive me for being rude. Amian Guan, these two people I have a deep understanding of the Tao, and I want to catch up and realize it again, so I take the first step.”
He knew that Zhou Xian was of a casual nature, so he flew away without waiting for his consent.
Thinking of this, it might take a long time for Zhou Xian to wait for him in the tavern. It was not a trick.
He added: "Brother Zhou, please don't worry, I have already kept it in mind to help you find a girl. After you have had a good time, you can leave first. When we meet again in the world someday, you and I will say goodbye again, and it will be our turn next time." It’s my time to treat you, hahahaha…”
At the end of this paragraph, the sound has become smaller, which shows that the person has reached a very far distance, but it can still be heard clearly when it reaches here, which shows that his inner strength is deep.
The young people in the tavern who originally had evil thoughts about him all looked happy.
Zhou Xian was eating beef bone bones in his mouth, feeling heartily. By the time he finished eating, Ye Wumian had already gone far away. He was not annoyed but smiled and said: "She is indeed my girl! Her character of leaving as soon as she says it and never looking back is the same as mine. I like her!"
Let’s not talk about how Zhou Xian ate and drank wildly in the Lushan wine shop. He just said that he had no sleep at night and used the Qinggong techniques of "fighting to fly" and "grabbing the elm and stopping" to catch up with the monk.
He came out late, and the two men had already chased him some distance away.
Fortunately, Changsha is located in a plain, desolate place, and has an excellent view. Even from a long distance away, Ye Wumian still saw the monk. His bald head was very eye-catching, shining even in the cloudy sky.
"The distance is only a hundred feet. If you chase hard, you should be able to catch up." Ye Wumian increased his internal energy and flew out more than ten feet in one breath, rushing towards the monk and the Taoist.
Ahead is a field. It was well past the harvest season, and there was not a single ear of rice in the field, leaving only fist-high rice stubble, silently telling the story of the autumn harvest.
At regular intervals, there are stacks of straw and scarecrows that children are holding on to for fun.
The soil in the field is neither wet nor soft, with a bit of hard lumps unique to winter, which is quite easy to use when stepping on it.
After running for a little while, Ye Wumian got closer and could clearly see the scar on the monk's head. No more, no less, nine in total, arranged in a nine-square pattern, quite rigorous.
I heard the monk yelling: "Taoist Taoist, what kind of light skill are you doing? Why are you so fast!"
Ye Wumian also looked at the sloppy Taoist further ahead.
The sloppy Taoist was jumping and flying about twelve to thirty feet in front of him. In terms of speed, he was only slightly slower than him; in terms of agility and lightness, he was far superior to him.
The sloppy Taoist looked back at the monk and cursed: "You bald donkey, ask me what my Qing Gong is! Now that you have learned my Taoist Tao Te Ching, are you still not satisfied? Do you still want to learn my Taoist Qing Gong?" ?”
When he turned around, he happened to see Ye Wumian. He couldn't help but become nervous and said with an anxious expression: "Oh no, no! The beautiful young lady next to Jin Yiwei is here. She must be here to stop us from fighting and destroying the store's property." Damn it! Since the poor man has nothing to gain, how can he have money to compensate? He can only speed up and run away!"
After saying that, the sloppy Taoist turned somersaults in the air, his speed suddenly increased a lot, and he continued to flee to the north, widening the distance between him and the monk and Ye Wumian.
The monk sneered loudly: "How dare you, such an old Taoist, to deceive me about the supreme Buddhist light skill? In the past, Patriarch Bodhidharma crossed the river with a piece of reed. Even though the poor monk was not talented, he still had some powerful tricks!"
Just as he was about to use it, he heard the sloppy Taoist priest say that there was someone behind him. He turned around and saw Ye Wumian following closely about five feet behind him. He looked at it carefully and wondered: "What a beautiful young man, you, a Taoist priest, are obviously talking nonsense, you are just a little girl! But since the poor monk is poor, he naturally has no money to compensate. I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
As the monk spoke, he suddenly shouted: "In the deep snow in the former village, a branch bloomed last night."
As the voice fell, a gust of north wind blew across the ground, carrying the monk forward at a faster speed, leaving Ye Wumian behind.
Being distanced by the two of them, Ye Wumian complained endlessly.
His Qinggong was the weakest. After running like this for about half a quarter of an hour, he was already close to the limit and his legs and feet were already sore and unbearable.
Now that he saw that there was no hope of catching up, he was about to give up and give up.
Just as he was slowing down, the poem the monk roared inspired him again.
He thought to himself: "What this monk chants is a famous line by the poet Qi Ji in the Tang Dynasty. In my mind, this line should be a sword move. Now it is used by this monk, and it has become a move of superior Qinggong."
"I have seen many sword moves that have been annotated by commentators as swordsmanship and spear skills, but this is the first time I have seen those that have been annotated as light skills."
For a moment, he felt strange.
Suddenly in a trance, he couldn't help but ask himself: "Is the true meaning of this poem a sword move? I just read the annotation as a sword move, but it does not mean that Master Qi Ji used the sword's intention to write the poem. "
Most people in the world want to learn martial arts from poetry, especially if they want to practice ancient poetry, they need to practice it through the hands of annotators. Even many commentators do the same.
Therefore, the activities of commentators in developing martial arts are often called "annotation of poetry", and martial arts are called "annotation of poetry".
The direction and level of annotators' annotation of poems affect the warriors who practice poetry annotation.
The more famous annotators are, the better the annotation of the poem will be. It is a consensus in the world that the most powerful force can be exerted by being trained and entrusted by warriors.
At this point, there is quite a sense of "Xiao Gui Cao Sui": if a well-known annotator annotates Poetry A as a sword move, then subsequent annotators, when doing documentation work, will annotate it as a sword move. Affected by this, this poem is generally interpreted as a sword move.
Only a few people like Liu Feng with big ears can weirdly interpret poems that are usually annotated as sword moves as other moves. Such as mace method.
Ye Wumian originally sneered at Liu Feng's actions, but today he saw the monk actually perform similar actions, and he felt like he had a "wake-up call".
"Each annotator has his or her own opinions, and there are advantages and disadvantages. Of course, the inferior ones are not worth mentioning, but the superior ones may not fully fit the poet's feelings at that time and place."
"The annotation of sword moves in this poem by Qi Ji is indeed wonderful, but today, I saw in this monk a more natural use of Qing Gong, with almost no traces of the annotator's axe. Could it be that the use of Qing Gong is the original The original intention of the poem?”
"Even if it was not his original intention, this monk must have skipped any annotations and understood the poem from his heart, which is why he expressed it like this."
I don’t understand it through annotations, but I have seen such people in sleepless nights, but most of them don’t have very good results.
For example, the big-eared Liu Feng may be such a person, so he can comprehend the trump card from the poems of the Sword Immortal.
