Luo Wen's residence is also a three-story high-rise building, which is directly opposite Luo Yao's high-rise building, one in the east of the small lake and the other in the west of the small lake. From the appearance, there is almost no difference between the two tall buildings. The only difference is that the small building in the east is guarded by silver-armored warriors, while the gate in the west has only a few handsome servants in green clothes and hats.
What everyone knew but Luo Wen didn't admit was that he had been imitating his father. Every word and deed, every action, is imitated everywhere.
When riding a horse, Luo Yao likes to put one leg on the saddle and lean forward slightly. In order to be able to ride a horse like this, Rowan has suffered many falls since he was a child, and now he still has a few scars on his back. Luo Yao's sword is a real two-handed sword, but he never holds a sword with both hands. In order to be able to do this, Luo Wen worked hard for several years before he used the 1.5-meter-long horse-chopping sword.
He had never entered Luo Yao's study room, but he knew the furnishings in that study room. It was Zhongbo who told him, so he had someone make a complete copy of that arrangement. The size of the desk will not be checked, and the position of the pen holder and inkstone will also be the same.
Zhongbo is a person with a superb memory, and he put all these things away with his own hands.
Luo Wen didn't know how old Zhong Bo was this year, but he knew that Zhong Bo was one of the four golds among the four golds and thirty-six silvers of his father's top guards. Since he was a child, he has never seen Zhong Bo open his sword box. Zhong Bo said that since the destruction of Shang, he has never met an opponent worthy of taking out his sword.
Luo Wen believed what Zhong Bo said.
When he was six years old, he wanted to go to Cangman Mountain because he wanted to play, so he ran out with a few servants without permission. On Cangman Mountain, he was surrounded by a group of He tribe warriors who had been eyeing them for a long time. Just when he thought he was going to die, Zhongbo came. Without opening the sword box, seventy-three heads were chopped off with a single palm.
When he was nine years old, he climbed Cangman Mountain for the second time. Halfway up the mountain, when he was washing his face by the waterfall, he encountered a battle between a dragon and a giant python. He was so dazzled that he forgot to run away, but was discovered by another python swimming over. It was Zhongbo again, still without opening the sword box, he chopped off the head of the two-foot-long giant python with a single palm.
Just because he trusted Zhong Bo too much, when he ordered to open the small door in the backyard to invite guests in. The first sentence was to Zhong Bo: "Stand behind me."
As long as Zhong Bo was around, he felt that there would be no danger.
But when the guest came in, he suddenly realized that he was wrong.
The person who came was a monk whose exact age could not be discerned. He was dressed in a white robe and clasped his hands together. The monk looked very gentle and kind, without any hostility. But for some reason, Luo Wen felt that there was no secret in his heart just after being glanced at by the monk.
"Thank you, little master."
The monk clasped his hands together, but did not bend down to salute.
Luo Wen was not dissatisfied at all, because he knew the extraordinary status of the monk in front of him.
"Tianzun, please sit down."
Luo Wenwen looked like his father, pretending to be indifferent and said something expressionless. He felt that he had learned enough, but he felt chills in his heart. Because when he turned his head, he saw Zhongbo's hand resting on the sword box, which had never happened in twenty years.
He also saw that Zhongbo's hand touching the switch of the sword box was shaking all the time, an uncontrollable trembling.
Then he saw Zhong Bo's face, it was so pale that it looked like he was just recovering from a serious illness.
"Unfortunately, the general was not here."
The monk smiled, sat down on the chair, picked up the hot tea and smelled it: "Is this tea from Wuyi Mountain? It's rare to drink such a new one... It takes a year and a half to walk from Wuyi Mountain to Daxue Mountain, so I have never tried it. I drank new tea. Counting the days, it should be the time for new tea to come down. I am lucky. Mengyuan is the largest country in the world, but it is a pity that Mengyuan can’t grow tea trees... It’s too cold on Daxue Mountain, except for pines and cypresses Other plants are rare."
As he spoke, he took out a wooden box from his wide cuff and put it on the coffee table: "But the things that are rare on Daxue Mountain are only found in Daxue Mountain. This is a snow lotus that blooms once every 800 years, which is quite rare." , the young man has a good foundation in martial arts, but he was born with a weak body. I gave this snow lotus to the young man. There is a saying in the Sui Dynasty that it is not rude to come and go. The young man invited me to drink the new tea from Wuyi Mountain , I will give the little father-in-law a snow lotus."
He opened the wooden box, and immediately a gust of cold air overflowed from the box. After a while, the temperature in the room dropped.
This is actually a light blue snow lotus, which is even rarer. I don't know what material the box is made of, but it can keep the cold from changing due to the outside temperature.
"this… "
Luo Wen's expression changed, his eyes were fixed on the snow lotus and he couldn't move away.
When he first practiced martial arts, the master who taught him practice said that he was talented but weak due to premature birth. If you want to cultivate to a great success, you must first find a genius treasure and take it to warm and nourish the meridians and invigorate the qi and dantian. This 800-year-old light blue snow lotus flower is enough to be called a treasure, and it is exactly what he has been seeking for many years.
The so-called genius land treasure is not ordinary ginseng ganoderma.
It is something that only grows in a specific place, and it can be encountered but not sought.
"This gift... is too generous."
Luo Wen hesitated for a while, but couldn't help but picked up the wooden box and looked at it carefully. Uncle Zhong who was standing behind him wanted to persuade him, but after being glanced at by the monk, he couldn't even speak.
"Tianzun came to the door, why? It's just a pity that my father is not here. If there is anything important, I can only wait for my father to come back."
Luo Wen looked at the snow lotus and said with a smile.
The monk shook his head: "I'm here to visit you, young man."
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"I heard that the general loves the young master very much, and it is true when I saw it today... This is expected to be Zhongbo, the three swordsmen among the four golden guards beside the general? Sending such a master by the young master's side, sir The general has been very kind to you."
Zhongbo's complexion was getting worse and worse, and the pressure the monks put on him was getting bigger and bigger, and he could hardly bear it. He himself was not sure whether he would open the sword box and draw out his sword in the next second.
No one has called him The Three Musketeers for many years.
There are three swords in the sword box, and he knows three kinds of swordsmanship. Each sword method uses a special long sword, which is infinitely powerful.
Hearing this sentence, Luo Wen's expression darkened: "My father... really cares for me a lot. I don't know why Tianzun came to find me specifically, so why?"
"Teach your cultivation base and help you become a top master."
The monk smiled and said: "Young master should know that if there is anyone in this world who can make you a ninth-rank powerhouse in the shortest time, only Dalun Temple in Daxue Mountain has such supernatural powers. Back then, I owed the great general a favor." , I have been looking for a chance to pay it back, but the general refused to accept it. The general refused to accept it, so I had no choice but to find you."
"One cause is exchanged for one fruit. The great general planted the cause back then, and the young man is here to enjoy the fruit today."
"this… "
Luo Wen's complexion changed, and he smiled embarrassingly and said, "Don't bother Tianzun, I'm innately blunt, and my own martial arts are not proficient, how dare I ask for the supernatural powers of Daxueshan?"
"Young master is wrong."
The monk said in a gentle tone: "The general's martial arts are astonishing as they are ancient and modern, but they are only suitable for the general. Although the young father-in-law is the only son of the general, the way of practice of the general is not necessarily suitable for him. You, little prince. You should know that the physique of a great general is really rare, once in a hundred years... the great general taught him everything, but your physique is doomed not to learn from him."
The sadness in Luo Wen's eyes deepened, and he shook his head: "My father said that learning martial arts is the most taboo of looking at the height of one mountain. I haven't even climbed this mountain yet, how can I have the right to climb down a mountain?"
"That's even more wrong."
The monk smiled and said: "This mountain looks at the height of that mountain... Sui people always say things that don't make sense. No matter how high the mountain is, you don't like the scenery. Why do you want to climb it? No matter how high or low the next mountain is, the scenery is what you like. Why don't you climb? Do you have to climb this mountain and find that you don't like it, and then be afraid of the mountain you like?"
Luo Wen's heart moved, and he shook his head after being silent for a while: "Thank you for your kindness, but I still dare not forget my father's teaching."
"It's okay..."
The monk said earnestly: "Since the young master does not want to learn the unique knowledge of Daxue Mountain, I can't force it. Everything has a chance, and there will be no perfect result after all. If the young master wants to learn from the great general There is only one way to become a master like the Great General.”
"any solution?"
Rowan asked eagerly.
"Change your physique."
Luo Wen's face changed: "How is this possible?"
The monk smiled proudly: "For the Buddhist sect, how can there be anything impossible in this world? In the eyes of ordinary people, King Ming can do anything that is impossible. You may know that my Dalun Temple has three thousand pieces of gold. Body monks, they were originally ordinary people. But after practicing the secret method of my Dalun Temple, they were completely reborn and achieved a golden body that is not broken."
After saying this, he glanced at Luo Wen, paused and continued: "If you want to completely become a person like the Great General, the first step is to transform your body into a physique like the Great General."
Luo Wen's eyes were full of hesitation, and he subconsciously looked back at Zhong Bo. But he found that Zhongbo's face was ugly like a ghost, and beads of sweat kept rolling down Zhongbo's forehead. He held the sword box with one hand and could open it with a single press, but that hand trembled more and more and moved farther and farther away from the switch.
He wanted to ask Zhongbo what to do, but he couldn't ask, so he cast a questioning look at Zhongbo.
Zhong Bo wanted to say no, wanted to shake his head, but found that he couldn't open his mouth and couldn't shake his head. He tried his best, but he still couldn't stop the force that was imposed on him. He gradually lost control of his body, and then he nodded slightly.
Seeing Uncle Zhong nodding his head, Luo Wen still didn't dare to agree easily. At this moment, the monk's words caused a surge of turmoil in his heart.
"I know that the general went to Anlai County to meet the imperial envoy... The young master may be curious, why should he go to greet him in person as a general? Even if the person is an imperial envoy, it's fine for the general to go out to greet him. Why go out five hundred miles? Little Grandpa, do you know... what is the reason for this?"
"What is it?"
Rowan asked without thinking.
"Because the general is old... but he hasn't found anyone who can inherit his martial arts. Naturally, the general wants to pass on the way of cultivation to you, but your physique is not good, so the general can't do anything about it. I heard that, Although the imperial envoy named Fang Jie is not very old, his physique is very close to that of the General. The General went to Anlai County this time, but he couldn't resist his desire to accept disciples..."
"If Fang Jie's physique is exactly the same as that of the Great General, it would be a wonderful thing for the General to accept a Ruyi disciple. But for the little prince... it may not be a good thing."
The monk got up, took out a kit from his cuff and put it on the tea table: "If the young master has figured it out, he only needs to take this elixir and combine it with my secret method, and his physique will be as good as that of a great general." .If your physique has changed, why does the general need to find an outsider to be a disciple to pass on the mantle?"
"Where is Tianzun going?"
Seeing the monk getting up to leave, Luo Wen hurriedly asked.
"Ma'am, please, how dare I not go?"
The monk smiled slightly and walked out.
At this time, the housekeeper's grandson said loudly outside: "Madam, please ask the mage to go over and explain."