a pot of tea
glass of spirits
Zhang Yiyang tasted the tea, and Fang Jie drank the wine.
"I really don't understand you, a young man. There are all kinds of charming women at home who don't go back to accompany you, but you choose to accompany me, an old Taoist. Have you forgotten that I made a move in the southwest? I drank tea quietly, and you are so rude A glass of spirits messing with the taste of my tea seems to be out of intention."
Fang Jie sat on the window sill of Tong'an Inn, drinking by the window.
"The wine is strong and aggressive, so it stained your tea. If your tea is more fragrant, it can stain my wine."
Zhang Yiyang took a sip of tea and said, "I'm old, and I don't like things that are too strong. Young people shouldn't drink too much alcohol, it's not good after all."
"When young, the real person must also like to drink."
Fang Jie said.
Zhang Yiyang smiled: "When you were young and wandered around in the rivers and lakes, how can you attract attention? First, your hand is heavy and hard enough, and second, you drink with a big bowl. Sitting in a restaurant and drinking a jar of spirits, others will naturally look at you with admiration. Then throw a chopstick out casually, not under the bluestone pavement at the entrance...Others are naturally surprised and respectful."
Fang Jie couldn't help laughing when he thought of that scene: "Now that the real person thinks about it, how does it feel?"
Zhang Yiyang sighed: "It's pretty stupid."
Fang Jie spit out the wine with a puff: "Anyway, you are also the master of the Sanqing Temple in Wudang Mountain, and the oldest and most senior of the Taoist sect. Can you be a bit of a senior?"
"That's hypocrisy."
Zhang Yiyang said: "Tell me, if you don't go back and come to this inn to look for me, what's the matter?"
Fang Jie shook his head: "There is really no purpose. Some people say that reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles. A person may not have the opportunity to travel thousands of miles in his life. What should he do when he can't? Find an old man who has traveled thousands of miles and listen to him. Telling stories, although older people tend to brag, but they definitely gain insight.”
Zhang Yiyang squinted his eyes and glanced at him: "Want to hear me talk about Jianghu?"
Fang Jie nodded: "Anyway, I can't sleep and you can't sleep either, I'll listen to what you tell."
Zhang Yiyang smiled: "If you want to hear me talk about the rivers and lakes that I have seen these years, it is fine, but if you ask me to talk about it, I will talk about it. It seems shameless. Although you are a prince, you can't beat me... If you want to get something, you have to be a little bit more. Of course, you know the truth about what to pay. So it’s nothing to talk about the world, you have to agree to one condition."
"Does this count as bullying the small?"
Fang asked.
Zhang Yiyang smiled and said, "You asked for it, you can leave."
"Speak."
Fang Jie said.
Zhang Yiyang said: "You know that I have always strictly restricted the disciples of the Sanqing Temple in Wudang Mountain. Without my permission, the disciples of the Sanqing Temple cannot go out of the rivers and lakes. I have always disliked making troubles. After writing four personal letters to me in a row, I agreed to send Sanqingguan disciples to Beijing. Young people always like grander things and more ups and downs, but I don’t let them fight casually for their sake, I’m afraid It’s just that the rivers and lakes are too deep, someone might drown in it.”
"However, if people care about it for a long time, they will inevitably become dull."
Fang Jie's mouth twitched: "Do you want me to compete with your disciple?"
Zhang Yiyang smiled and said: "They don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, and they think that they are superior people outside the mountain. You help me teach them a lesson, and I will tell you about Zhang Yiyang's Jianghu."
"It's beautifully said."
Fang Jie pouted: "You want to hit me."
He will be placed on the windowsill and then jump down.
"I also want to learn about the unique knowledge of the Sanqing Temple."
Fang Jie made a gesture of invitation: "Who's coming?"
"I come."
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…
"Sanqing Temple has many unique skills. Some people practice sword intent, some practice finger strength, and some practice pure yang Wuji."
The person who said I came was a Taoist who looked about forty years old. Like all Taoists in Wudang Mountain, he was dressed very plainly, and some old Taoist robes had a patch on them. Wudang Mountain is indeed a very strange place. There are not too few disciples, but pilgrims are never allowed to enter. Compared with Qingle Mountain's monolithic view, I don't know how deserted it is. Even without Xiao Yijiu's unyielding view, many people still go to offer incense.
If this middle-aged Taoist took off his Taoist robe and put on ordinary clothes and put a hoe on the kang, no one would suspect that he was not a real farmer. His complexion is tanned, his shoulders are broad and thick, his cuffs are rolled up, and the muscles on his exposed arms are very rough.
"Who are you?"
Fang asked.
"I'm not a disciple of the Daoist, I'm just a vulgar Taoist who has served the Daoist for decades. I have washed the clothes of the Daoist for nearly 30 years, cooked all the meals, and boiled the water. Wudang Mountain Three I'm not included in Qingguan's list of military inspectors, and I'm still not included in the list of civil inspectors."
The middle-aged Taoist clasped his fists together: "My name is Mu Shan."
"The name sounds familiar."
Fang Jie thought for a while, and then said solemnly: "I have a young eunuch named Mu San."
Mu Shan didn't find it funny, because he was originally a serious person. His daily life is very simple, carrying water for cooking, boiling water to make tea, making beds for real people after nightfall, and cleaning the courtyard after dawn. Zhang Yiyang does all the work in the yard where he lives alone, so he is busy all day long.
When Zhang Yiyang was in Wudang Mountain, he rarely went out and rarely spoke. So even though Mu Shan sees the real person almost every day, the two of them often don't say a word every day.
"Why are you here?"
Fang asked.
Mu Shan lowered his head slightly, with apologetic expression on his face: "Because I am the most suitable."
"Why?"
Fang Jie asked again.
Mu Shan didn't seem to want to say it, and after hesitating for a while, he shook his head: "It's suitable, why are there so many?"
"If you don't tell me, I will."
Fang Jie smiled and said: "There are a few direct disciples under Master Zhang's sect in Wudang Mountain. When King Yi Yang Yin was in trouble, he once fought in Chang'an City. At the same time, there was also a younger brother of Master Zhang, but Xiao Yijiu Killed... So, many people in the Jianghu said that Zhang Zhenren's junior brother couldn't handle a few tricks in front of Xiao Yijiu, and Wudang Mountain's unique skills were not comparable to Qing Leshan's unique skills. Today, when I fought with me, many people should have wanted to fight. Try it, but think about it... What if you lose? That's why you came, because you are really suitable."
"Sanqing Guanwujian doesn't have your name, neither does Wenjian. You are just a vulgar Taoist cleaning the courtyard. If you lose, it doesn't matter, it doesn't affect the name of Wudang Mountain. People mention it, you Wudang People in the mountains can say that Fang Jie won a Taoist sweeper, what is there to brag about? If you win, then the name of Wudang Mountain will be resounding... Fang Jie actually even won Wudang Mountain It’s too embarrassing to beat all the sweepers.”
"Right?"
Fang asked.
The Taoist sweeper named Mu Shan blushed slightly, obviously Fang Jie had guessed his mind.
"And that's not all."
Fang Jie raised his head and looked at Zhang Yiyang who was standing by the window: "A real person is easy to calculate, and the price for me to listen to the story is really high. You ask me to fight with your disciple from Wudang Mountain, in case this Taoist who sweeps the floor fights If you win, in Wudang Mountain, any random Taoist sweeper can win in the morning, and the news of Fang Jie will spread throughout Chang'an City, right? In a few days there will be a martial arts conference. Once the prestige of Wudang Mountain spreads, the people of Wudang Mountain There will be a lot more support for fighting for the position of Daoist."
"Taking a step back, even if Master Zhang announces that Wudang Mountain will not participate in the contest of Taoism, it will not make people think that Wudang Mountain is not as good as people. Because your Taoist sweeper defeated Fang Jie, and Fang Jie was in There are still a few legends in the rivers and lakes, right?"
Zhang Yiyang shrugged his shoulders, meaning that's what I thought.
"You don't have to fight."
He said.
Fang Jie sighed: "It seems to be too late. If I don't fight, someone will spread the news in the morning, saying that Fang Jie, the king of the Black Banner Wu, has fled without a fight. accept."
Zhang Yiyang laughed.
"Will you fight or not?"
Fang Jie nodded: "Fight, of course we have to fight, not only to fight, but also to make the fight more lively."
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In the middle of the night, all the sect masters who came to participate in the martial arts conference were woken up, and the Xiaoqi School officials who came to call them politely told them that His Royal Highness King Wu and Zhang Zhenren of Sanqing Temple in Wudang Mountain had a meeting in the Swallow Tower. Big things to say. Everyone was sleeping soundly and was naturally unhappy to be woken up, but when they heard that Wu Wang and Zhang Zhenren were invited, they immediately regained their energy.
No one is a fool, and being called out in the middle of the night is definitely not a trivial matter.
In line with the idea that watching the excitement is not a big deal, everyone quickly changed their clothes and went straight to the Swallow Tower.
In just one hour, almost all the masters of the various sects and the masters of the Taoist temples have arrived. Everyone consciously sat down where they should have been, and waited for the show to start. The owner of the Swallow House dared not delay, he summoned all the cooks to make tea and vegetables.
After everyone was seated, the torches were gradually lit. It was only at this time that everyone noticed that Wu Wang Fang Jie was standing on the stage at this time. The stage is tall, big and square, like a tower in the night. Fang Jie stood on the top without saying a word, and everyone ignored it.
Isn't this a kind of cultivation
"Wudang Mountain Sanqingguan Zhang Zhenren can come to the martial arts conference, I am really touched. No matter in terms of seniority or cultivation, it is right to respect the real person as a senior after all. So tonight I plan to talk with the real person and drink tea at night. Drinking alcohol is considered to be the friendship of a landlord. A real person has the world in his heart, and thinking of the world's unrest and the suffering of the common people, the real person's heart feels like a knife is twisted. The real person asks the lonely, how can I save the world?"
Fang Jie said solemnly: "Gu said that a man with the ambition of a man and a woman with the ambition of a woman can save the world by doing what should be done and doing his best. Gu then invites the disciples of the real person to help Gu to clean up the injustices in the world." , killing all dissatisfied people in the world. But the real person said that Wudang Mountain never asks about world affairs. If you want to let Wudang Mountain disciples go out of the mountain and enter the world, you must fight with the Taoists selected by Wudang Mountain. If you win, Wudang Mountain will send disciples Help Gu kill the enemy and shovel the foreign thieves, so Gu asked you to come and be a witness."
As soon as Fang Jie finished speaking, Zhang Yiyang, who was sitting in the private room on the third floor, couldn't help but twitched a few times.
Of course, he never said these words.
Fang Jie followed up with this incident, intending to bring in his Wudang Mountain Sanqing Temple. In fact, it was more than just Sanqingguan. Once Fang Jie won, and now that the matter was so clear, Sanqingguan had no reason not to send someone to assist him. The two Taoist temples of Daozong, Qingleshan Yiqi Temple and Daoist Xiang Qingniu have always been Fang Jie's helpers. If the Sanqing Temple also sent people, then who else in the other Taoist temples of the Daozong could not send people
Zhang Yiyang thought that Fang Jie had been tricked, but now he realized that Fang Jie had tricked him.
"Ginger... may not be hotter when it is older."
He looked at the sweeping Taoist Mu Shan: "Just do your best."
Mu Shan nodded and asked, "How much strength should I do?"
Zhang Yiyang thought for a while: "Ten."