The person who came from the court was the son of Yan Huaipu, the emperor who died on the top of Jiulu Mountain with the luck of the mountain lamp. .
At this time, Yan Zhen was looking at a young man who was sitting at the end of the first generation of disciples in Jiulu Mountain.
Master Tai Tu didn't know how he noticed him, but recalling it many years later, Yan Zhen felt that it might really be some kind of fate, so she pushed his head and let his eyes fall on that person.
The arena was very lively, Xuanzong's high disciples were naturally different from others, and there were many people with real skills among them.
Although few people know about it, Yan Zhen is a monk herself, but she was born in the Tantric sect of Xiji Valley in her early years. There is still some gap between Tantric sect and Xuanzong's path of cultivation, but Yan Zhen does not deny that Xiji Valley is really not as beautiful as Jiulu Mountain, and there are not so many promising juniors.
Looking at the future of a sect, on the one hand, it depends on who is in charge, and on the other hand, it also depends on whether there are any successors. In the first two days, Yan Zhen secretly took a look at a few descendants of Xuanzong, and called them over for questioning, and none of them showed any stage fright , The answer is fluent, and the end is both civil and military.
On the third day of the Martial Arts Conference, the climax was approaching, and the finale came out. This time, the people who came to the stage to test their hands were no longer juniors, but disciples of Xuanzong's generation.
At this time, Shi Wudu, who was sitting there alone, as motionless as a mountain with paste on his buttocks, was quite conspicuous.
Bitan had explained that no one should offend Shi Wudu, and the head of the sect said nothing, so naturally no one made things difficult for him, so Shi Wudu sat there rather bored, eating and drinking. His thoughts went tens of thousands of miles away, even when Jiang Chongwen, Banya's proud disciple among the "Twelve Real Men", sacrificed the illusion of the lotus platform and amazed everyone, he just glanced lightly.
The technique of illusion is a very special secret technique of Xuanzong, created by the originator of the mountain thousands of years ago - every plant and tree in the illusion may be real or false, rain and snow can fall at the same time, and heaven and earth can become one The key is to see if the producer can create "rules" without contradictions in detail. If they can, the "illusion" will become "real" and can be preserved forever and stably.
However, the illusion technique has finally gradually declined over the years.
Although Shi Wuduan didn't understand the art of illusion, he studied astrological arithmetic intensively, which is the great formation left by Taoist ancestors, which made him understand a lot in his heart. Naturally, he had a different understanding of the knowledge of "rules". At a glance, you can see the loopholes in Jiang Chongwen's "lotus platform"—the lotus platform rises, and the petals fall. Jiang Chongwen doesn't let it fall for the sake of looking good, but hangs in the air, and the water drops on the lotus are rustling down.
Shi Wuduan thought with a wooden face that it turned out that he was an idiot who didn't distinguish between serious and serious. While everyone was fussing and immersed in this illusion that he estimated that he would collapse with a snap of his fingers, Shi Wuduan swung his chopsticks and swept wildly, sweeping the table. Sweep all the things you like to eat to your side - don't eat for nothing.
Bitan treats him very well, and he never loses him a bit in terms of diet. He is the only one who can't eat delicacies and seasonal fruits and vegetables. Ordinary food, precious herbs in the mountains, helpful for cultivation, helpful for Qi training, helpful for clearing the heart, herbs that others eat as pickles, he has not seen a single one in the past five years.
His Uncle Bitan is really meticulous in his thoughts, but it's a pity that he wasn't cruel enough.
Shi Wudu chewed the rare bitter Shilongcao salad, thinking in his heart, Master Bitan is great, but unfortunately he is not cruel enough, from time to time he still likes to linger on an old love, cares about his reputation, Master Banya is cruel enough , It's a pity that the brain is limited and can't afford big waves. If these two people can be combined into one, the grass on their own graves will probably be several feet high.
Yan Zhen was the one who noticed Shi Wuduan at this time, and he could see that the illusion didn't last long, but the technique of illusion itself is a unique skill. It can make such a lifelike lotus stand dripping with dew, and make it fade away in front of people. , in itself is already very remarkable, others can't wait to take a look, but the young man sitting alone on the mat obviously cherishes Shi Longcao more, and doesn't even look up.
Yan Zhen looked at him from a distance for a while, then couldn't help asking Bitan beside him, "Who is that young man? Why doesn't he play?"
Bitan hurriedly replied: "That's my little nephew, a young disciple of my senior brother, the head of the sect. He... is not strong enough to practice martial arts, but he reads a lot."
Yan Zhen's heart moved, and she said: "Oh? This is fresh, but he looks good. Call him over and let me have a look."
Bitan frowned, raised his head and glanced at Yan Zhen, hesitated for a moment, and said: "This... Grand Tutor, my nephew has limited aptitude and is young, so I'm afraid I'll offend you..."
Yan Zhen smiled and said: "Can I still have the same knowledge as such a half-grown kid? Just call me over."
At this time, the illusion of the lotus platform in the arena had collapsed, the petals and water drops were all made of colored glaze, and they shattered in front of everyone with a light sound, and many people with slightly lower cultivation levels came back to their senses and applauded everywhere sounded.
Shi Wuduan was slightly startled when he got Bitan's notification, and looked up at Yan Zhen, who raised his wine glass to him from afar, as if to invite him.
While thinking quickly in his mind, he didn't know what kind of courtesy this old man had to show him for nothing, while standing up slowly, such a simple movement made him sloppy, as if it would take him a long time to stand up. Like a year.
Bitan finally couldn't stand it anymore, couldn't help coughing lightly, Shi Wuduan turned his face away expressionlessly, pretending to be concerned: "It's almost autumn, uncle, take care of yourself."
——If Jiulu Mountain is not thousands of miles away, blue sky, layers of forests and verdant forests.
Ku Ruo frowned, visibly vigilant. Shi Wuduan seemed to "move" in front of Yan Zhen step by step, and Banya saw the two sitting and standing from a distance, asking and answering, Yan Zhen seemed to have a smile on his face, and lightly He gently waved to Zhao Chengye beside him.
Zhao Chengye lowered his head, put his ear to his mouth, and asked, "Master?"
Ban Ya said softly: "Your master is too kind-hearted, he won't listen to my advice."
Zhao Chengye was startled, looked up and followed his gaze, saw that he was staring closely at Shi Wuduan's back, and understood what Banya meant.
Only to hear Banya continue: "Chengye, you have to help Master Uncle."
Zhao Chengye's eyes flashed, and after a moment, he whispered: "Yes."
(Completion)
By the time Shi Wuduan stood in front of Yan Zhen honestly, looking at his nose, nose, and mouth, the expert who fabricated a handful of lotus flowers with his bare hands had already stepped down for a long time.
Holding a small cup in his hand, Yan Zhen looked carefully at the young man in front of him. He felt a little strange—although all of Xuanzong's disciples were quite capable, and they were neither humble nor overbearing in front of him, there was no one like Shi Wuduan.
Yan Zhen felt... this young man, he didn't seem to like talking to him very much, he was a bit bored with indescribable.
Yan Zhen habitually asked a few words in the tone of an elder to a younger generation, such as "What's your name?" Regardless of his age, he also kept silent for a long time with confused eyes, and finally said hesitatingly: "Ten... Sixteen? Probably?"
Sir, who are you asking
Yan Zhen frowned slightly, and asked patiently: "I heard from your uncle that you like reading, which is rare. What kind of books do you read on weekdays?"
"A lot." Shi Wuduan said, and there was no more to say.
Yan Zhen's eyebrows twitched. Even though he was well-bred, it was the first time in his life that he was ignored like this. Bitan was behind him. Hearing this, he gave Shi Wudu a quick look. When Shi Wudu saw it, he continued slowly: "That's all. I don't remember much."
Yan Zhen was dumbfounded, feeling that the young man was a little silly. He also thought that he was a demon, why would he suddenly remember to ask this person to come over and talk, so he waved his hand and said, "Go."
Shi Wuyuan bowed and bowed rigidly for no reason, like a puppet holding strings. At this moment, Yan Zhen saw his eyebrows and eyes that were always lowered and never raised a few times. Yan Taifu has seen countless people, and he can tell at a glance that the boy's eyes are definitely not "stupid".
This person is calm, as if he has seen through something, but he is young after all, that calm is not a pool of stagnant water, as if there is an unconcealable dark tide hidden in it.
How big a person's heart is, sometimes you can get a glimpse of what's going on by looking at his eyes. Yan Zhen only feels that this young man is the only one in the whole Xuanzong, as if he has a pair of eyes... filled with stars, so he couldn't help crying He stopped and said, "You said you were called 'Wu Yuan', did you mean 'Huan Huan Wu Yuan'?"
It is the "nothing" of "creating something out of nothing", and the "end" of "unpredictable clues", Shi Wuduan thought in his heart, but said in a serious and boring way: "Don't dare to speculate on the meaning of the ancestors without authorization."
But Yan Zhen looked at him and asked: "Now that your master has passed away, although Yan is not talented, he also joined the Taoist sect in his early years and has some experience. I wonder if you would like to join my sect instead?"
As soon as these words came out, the few people around who heard clearly were shocked, Bitan's eyes suddenly sank, and he narrowed his eyes slightly to look at Shi Wuduan.
Shi Wuduan's footsteps only paused slightly, and he raised his head and looked at Yan Zhen with some puzzlement. Only then did he see Yan Zhen's appearance clearly, and he felt that this person was actually not very old, and he looked about thirty or so. , but the temples have turned gray, faintly haggard, as if due to too much care.
Then he thought in amazement, is there something wrong with the old man
Then, Shi Wuduan bowed without hesitation and said: "The disciple knows that his aptitude is too poor. The master said more than once when he was alive, I am that... I don't need to paint any wall. I don't need to paint it. I can't make it. I can't do it overnight. When I fall asleep, I snore slower than others... "
When he said this, he seemed to show that he was stupid on purpose, and he paused for a while, as if he didn't know what to say, then he looked up at Master Bitan, and asked, "Really, Uncle Bitan? "
Bitan hurriedly wiped off his sweat and said, "Just laugh, laugh."
Yan Zhen looked at Shi Wuduan, and seeing his frank expression, clearly avoiding him for fear of not being able to do so, she couldn't help a little anger rising in her heart. Anyhow.
He was a little disappointed, he didn't want to disturb Shi Wudu any more, so he waved his hand and told him to leave without speaking.
Shi Wuduan turned around like an old cow pulling a wrecked cart, slowly moved back to his seat, and continued to bury his head in hard work.
At that moment, no one knew what he was thinking in his heart, only saw that the young man's face was full of blankness that did not match his age.
As the head of Xuanzong, Bitan naturally wanted to accompany the distinguished guests. However, on the third day of the Martial Arts Conference, the disciples were not as reserved as they were at the beginning. The atmosphere became active and the rules gradually loosened.
The small courtyard where Shi Wuduan lived has always been neglected by no one. It is just the former residence of the former head. There used to be a guard on the small road. For some reason, Bitan has not withdrawn. Although it is loose, what is the entrance and exit? There are still a few people.
But on this day, the guards were finally attracted away by the excitement, so when a few people came up at night, they entered the small courtyard where the Taoist ancestor used to live, as if they had entered a no-man's land.