Cheng Qian and Yan Zhengming once again tried to escape punishment with shameless methods such as bribery and cheating, and ran away first.
When he returned to Qing'anju, he meticulously wrote the scriptures that his master had punished him for copying until midnight. Except for Xueqing who came to ask him to eat, Cheng Qian spent the rest of the time in the study - only Xueqing could ask him to touch him at this time. , Because once Xueqing asked him to eat, Cheng Qian ignored him, and Xueqing stayed with him until the second half of the night. Since then, no matter how much he didn't want to be disturbed, Cheng Qian never ignored him.
In one breath, Cheng Qian ran to the Jinglou.
This is the first time he has pushed open the door of the scripture building with his own hands and walked in dignifiedly, but Cheng Qian was wandering around the sword manuals and kung fu spells that he used to visit for a while, but he still followed the master's instructions and walked forward. down to the second floor.
In fact, he is very good at being positive and negative, but he doesn't like to deal with Master like this.
The penultimate layer is a little stronger than the bottom layer, and it is also a rare place. The scrolls here are just like, and it can be seen that no one will flip it. Cheng Qian picked out a few volumes at random, and when he opened it, he saw that the front was full of portraits, and the back was included. The life of this disciple—who is his surname and name, how he got started, how he behaved, why did he enter the Dao, what Dao did he enter, how many years did he “go back” in a certain year and a certain month, and finally after the dust settled, later judgments.
There are also some who disappeared halfway and were expelled from the faction. These are different from each other, and the follow-up is unknown.
Cheng Qian started watching it as a pastime for a while, but in the end he was so sleepy that he unknowingly fell asleep leaning against the corner of the bookshelf. He didn't wake up suddenly until the scroll in his hand fell to the ground. He leaned back and slid from the bookshelf. He went down and fell to the ground in a daze.
Although there is a moth-proof and moisture-proof spell in the Jinglou, it is still cold after a long time without the sun. Cheng Qian was shocked by the ice on the ground. At this time, he saw something under the bookshelf.
It was a small gap between the bottom of the bookshelf and the ground. Only a very thin child could put his arm in. Cheng Qiangui rolled up his sleeves, groped under the bookcase a few times, and dragged the thing out. .
It was actually a roll of portraits, and the strange thing was that it was only half a piece. The middle of the drawing paper seemed to have been cut open by a sharp tool. Only the upper body of the man on the portrait was left, and he was wearing a half-new robe. Never look shabby, I don't know who the painter is, there are only a few, Fenghua Wushuang seems to have come through the back of the paper.
But who is this senior
Cheng Qian turned to the back of the portrait, but there was not a word on the back.
Cheng Qian didn't know much about painting, but from a layman's point of view, he felt that the painting was very good.
He was puzzled, but fortunately, Cheng Qian was always interested in the affairs of people he didn't know.
The days passed quickly. On the sixth day of the sixth lunar month, the teachers and apprentices of the Fuyao School ended their daily teaching and set off down the mountain in a mighty manner.
Of course, the "mighty" scene was brewed by the senior brother Yan Zhengming.
This person had prepared several large cars, one of which was pulling him, and the others were pulling his luggage—in his own eyes, it was necessary to survive, but in the eyes of others, it was just a pile of dispensable bits and pieces.
Except for him, everyone else—including the only girl, Shuiping, just carried a wooden sword and a small bag that could be carried on their backs—Cheng Qian also brought two extra bundles of books, hanging on the horse’s back. superior.
Even so, that young master Yan still complained, he hadn't climbed Fuyao Mountain for seven years, and sleeping in the wild almost killed him.
Young Master Yan didn't think there was anything wrong with a man riding alone in the car during the day, but he just couldn't bear the wind and the sun with his master and his brothers outside, so he pointed his head towards the skinny master who was riding on a thin horse and said, "Master, bring your juniors and brothers into the car. Well, it's too hot outside."
The real Mu Chun said with emotion: "Teacher, you are really filial."
It's a year old for a young man. Although Yan Zhengming has become more stinky, he really understands something more than before - for example, at this time, Young Master Yan, who never looks at people's faces, can keenly hear the words of Master. the irony.
In the end, the master rejected his proposal, and just threw the puddle in Yan Zhengming's car into Yan Zhengming's car, and asked her to teach Young Master Yan a lesson with her dripping saliva. When she turned her head, Master Mu Chun saw Cheng again. Qian, Cheng Qian was affected by the backlash of the talisman that day, and he never recovered, and his little face was still pale.
Mu Chun said to him: "You also go to your brother's car to rest for a while, don't be brave, you can still read books in the car."
Yan Zhengming said: "Yes, little copper coin, come and play with the little junior sister. It's enough for the two of you to roll in this car."
Cheng Qian rejected him without hesitation, and at the same time did not have a good word in his mouth: "Senior brother is too modest, it is enough for you, the team, to marry into the palace and be a concubine."
Yan Zhengming's rare kindness, he was always treated like a donkey's liver and lungs, and immediately lowered the curtain of the car angrily, not wanting to see that little bastard again.
Cheng Qian remembered that the master said that the elder brother entered the Dao with the sword, and most of the people who entered the Dao with the sword were determined-except for a few strange people such as Yan Zhengming.
But he himself is different. The master said that he entered the Dao because of his heart.
What is "into the Tao by the heart"
Cheng Qian spent a long time in the Jinglou for the first few days, but he couldn't figure it out. There were different opinions about what this "heart" refers to, and there were many schools. Among the various sayings, one point is mentioned invariably, "Those who enter the Dao with the sword train the body, and those who enter the Dao with the heart train."
"Cultivation" means to hone the mind, focus, patience, pain, perseverance, etc. All of them are included. After a certain level of cultivation, you can do whatever you want without breaking the rules, but for the beginner Cheng Qian, he can find the most basic The way of practice is penance.
At this time, he seems to have regarded this trip in the hot summer as one of the methods of penance.
After walking for three days, the master and the disciples arrived at the coast of the East China Sea.
There is a small town on the coast of the East China Sea called Fulong Town. When the weather is good, people can see the shadowy overseas fairy mountains in the harbour. There are various shops selling fairy artifacts in the town. Spring, summer, autumn and winter are always full of traffic, and there are countless tourists from far and near every year.
But no year has been as lively as this year.
When Mu Chunzhen and the others arrived, almost all the large and small inns in the town were full. Yan Zhengming proposed to send a Taoist boy on the roadside to find out which one was the most expensive.
The master pretended to be deaf and ignored his bad idea.
The old weasel was familiar with the road, and he led them to the southernmost suburb of Fulong Town without stopping, and went straight to a row of thatched huts.
It was a row of real thatched houses. From the outside, its architectural style was similar to that of a horse stable. A few chickens were roaming at the door, and there was a stone-built pigpen next to it. A fat fool He was curiously opening his eyes, looking at Young Master Yan's fleet of red makeup.
Yan Zhengming pushed open the car door, frowned and looked at the surrounding scene, stretched out his arm and poked Cheng Qian: "What the hell is this place? The toilet?"
At this time, he had forgotten about the fact that Cheng Qian was so angry that Yan Zhengming was not very persistent, and he did not hold much grudges. Probably, Dese, who changed the law every day, was his main business.
Cheng Qian glanced at him a little sympathetically, and said, "I just saw the master go in and call the door - I'm afraid this is where we rest at night."
Yan Zhengming: ""
He would rather sleep in the carriage.
There is nothing more frustrating than going out. After a long time, the enraged Yan Zhengming remembered his responsibilities as a senior brother, swept around, raised his head aggressively and asked Li Yun: Woolen cloth?"
Since Li Yun was stimulated by Cheng Qian, he refused to play with things anymore. He rode on horseback all the way, and also learned from Cheng Qian's hand. Looking up, I saw a large wolfberry tree at the entrance of the thatched hut, and a head that seemed to be dented by a punch protruded from the luxuriant branches.
Then Han Yuan Dinghua said to the fellow disciples with different expressions below: "Call me? Wait for me to pick red fruit for you to eat. It grows a lot on it, sweet!"
Treasures of the present.
Yan Zhengming slammed the car door angrily and decided that he would rather die than get out of the car.
In the end, however, he still got off—because of the long journey, the little junior sister, who still has difficulty communicating with people, couldn't hold back and urinated in his car.
For this reason, Yan Zhengming's face was blue and black until the second half of the night.
This large group of thatched huts has a very self-aware name, which is called "Broken Inn".
There are two lines of characters pasted on the door of the broken inn. The left door frame reads "Sanwen Yi Su", the right door frame reads "Love Can't Live", and a monster with green face and fangs is painted on the door. Five or eighty thousand.
The master knocked on the door for half a column of incense time, and the host showed up. I saw that he was a big man with a height of more than eight feet, and his image was like an iron hill - almost as wide as horizontal and vertical!
He must be angry, his face is like a bronze basin, he has thick lips, and the corners of his mouth hang upside down. He looks like a debt collector.
As soon as this gentleman went out, Li Yun's horse was startled, and "creeping", he took a small step backward and stepped back a zhang, and almost slammed his butt into Yan Zhengming's car, a horse's face was full of horror .
The master clasped his fists humbly and familiarly, and said with a smile, "Brother Wen Ya, long time no see."
All the apprentices and Taoists felt that it would be difficult to look directly at the words "Wen" and "Ya" in the future.
The "Iron Tower" looked impatient when he opened the door, and when he saw the real person Mu Chun, his expression softened a little, and he muttered, "Xiao Chun, why are you here?"
Cheng Qian was caught off guard when he heard the terrifying name, his whole body swayed, and he almost fell off the horse's back.
"Come in," Wen Ya glanced at Young Master Yan's majestic motorcade, and frowned, "You came as soon as you came, why did you bring your family with you? Are you going to see your relatives?"
Li Yun, Cheng Qian and Han Yuan snickered and looked at Yan Zhengming, Yan Zhengming took out his new saber, grinned and slapped Li Yun's timid horse ass. It suddenly turned into a Pegasus, with its front legs raised high, it jumped forward a few times hysterically, stirring the chickens in front of the broken inn so that they rose into the sun, and even the fat pigs hummed along with them.
Yan Zhengming stepped on Feng Xiaoxiao, and walked into the most dilapidated thatched house he had ever lived in in his life, feeling sad and tragic with no bright future in his heart.
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