Mr. Wen seemed not to have slept at all. He was sitting neatly dressed in the big room, looking at Wen Leyang with a smile: "Boy, what medicine did you try on your uncle during the exam today?"
Second Master Wen and Third Master Wen sat on the other side, still upright, their cold eyes roaming over Wen Leyang's body, like two poisonous snakes considering the taste of food. wWw.QUanbEn-xIAoShUo.Com
Wen Leyang suddenly felt a little nervous, and hurriedly knelt down to salute the three grandfathers before respectfully replying: "That's Wangzi's little steamed bun..."
Wen Tunhai scolded angrily from the side: "Forget about your Wangzi steamed buns, just talk about the medicine!"
Wen Leyang nodded quickly: "It's Wang... that flavor. I named it Xie Yang Dan. The effect is exactly the opposite of that of aphrodisiac. After taking it, it won't hinder other things. It's just that one thing that can't be done. It's with Red Scorpion." At the end, add hen's blood and aconite ash, stir-fry them in an ice jade bowl, and finally use ginger powder to remove the smell... "
Mr. Wen didn't even listen to what he was talking about about the formula. He glanced at Wen Tunhai in surprise and suddenly burst into laughter that would make even a wild dog run away. The old man wiped away his tears while laughing so hard that his whole body trembled and his fingers trembled. He pointed at Wen Tunhai tremblingly: "This medicine is just right for you, hahaha, so many of your mothers-in-law and good county magistrates have been kidnapped by others, hahahahaha!"
Wen Tunhai smiled coquettishly and said: "Tonight with my mother-in-law... it didn't work out no matter what. All three dads know that we have been drinking medicinal wine since we were young, and our bodies are almost invulnerable to all poisons. Moreover, it only gets stronger with age." Wen Tunhai said with a smile. From birth to twelve years old, the children of the family have to soak in medicinal wine prepared by their parents for half an hour every morning.
Mr. Wen looked proud and nodded frequently. There was also a hint of excitement in Wen Leyang's eyes. He didn't know that the medicinal wine he had brewed since childhood had such effects, but then, he blushed innocently again.
Wen Tunhai glanced at his eldest nephew. Not only was his anger gone, but he was a little more appreciative. He continued to explain: "In today's big exam, the young students taught me the skills, whether it was poison pills or poison powder, I We all know what the materials are, and with these things in mind, we will definitely not delay the matter. After much deliberation, the only medicine is Leyang's. Hehe, this guy is really good, he is good, he can make me hooked. It's indeed good. But Wen Leyang, this medicine of yours should have a solution, right?" As he said that, Wen Tunhai swallowed nervously.
Wen Leyang nodded quickly: "There is a solution, there is a solution. It will be ineffective after thirty-six days. If you can't wait, you only need to hold your urine for twenty-four hours, and the effect of the Yang Yang Pill will disappear."
Mr. Wen was not as concerned about the solution to this medicine as Wen Tunhai, but he asked Wen Leyang with great interest: "Boy, my Wen family's poisonous reputation is world-famous, and the secrets I have passed on to you are all about using poison to inflict poison. , why don’t you use poison to take the exam like other young students, but you got a medicine with weird effects? "
Wen Leyang chuckled. This was something he suddenly thought of. His original intention was that the love pills on the website were too rampant. He said in a loud voice: "Girls should carry this pill with them. If they meet anyone suspicious, give one to them." … This medicine is not considered poison, and I shouldn’t take it to take the exam.” His answer was very innocent, but it went off topic, and he ran all the way from the equator to Siberia. As Wen Leyang spoke, he took out a carrot from nowhere. Just as he was about to put it in his mouth, he suddenly realized that he was in front of three grandfathers and uncles, and quickly put the carrot away.
It was so difficult for him that he was pulled out from under the covers and took carrots with him.
Grandpa Wen San suddenly spoke: "We surnamed Wen use poison to cultivate the world. Those outsiders who have no knowledge think that poison is something that will die at the touch of it. In fact, poison is divided into five elements of yin and yang. Those who practice poison and those who practice Taoism There is no difference between people. What kills you when you touch it is poison, but what makes you forget your worries after taking one bite is not poison!"
Mr. Wen chuckled: "Your uncle was hooked on the Yang-Causing Pill, and you refined the poison into medicine, which is in line with the traditional teachings of our Wen family in terms of psychology."
Happiness appeared when he was unprepared. No matter how pure Wen Leyang was, he understood the meaning of the words. He stood up suddenly and stared at the old man with bright eyes, so excited that his eyelids twitched.
Mr. Wen burst out laughing. Without even looking at how his body moved, he had already arrived in front of Wen Leyang. His old and withered palms gently patted his shoulders: "From today on, you are the inner disciple of the Wen family and a member of the Tuoxie Sect. !”
Wen Leyang was surprised and happy in his heart, but when he heard the unfamiliar name of 'Tuoxiemen', he couldn't help but froze, looking at Mr. Wen with confused eyes: "Broken Shoemen? Grandpa, this name..."
Uncle Wen Tunhai slapped him on the back of the head and cursed: "What a shabby shoe! Our Wen family doesn't do tatty shoes! It's Tuo Xie!"
"Slipper doorman?"
"Well, Tuo Xiemen!"
Then the old man didn't look at the time at all, put up the incense burner and the memorial tablet in the big house, and held an initiation ceremony for Wen Leyang. Wen Leyang kowtowed respectfully to the spiritual tablet that read "Tuo Xie Master's Position" and saluted. become.
When Wen Leyang stood up straight again, the three old men and his uncle looked at him differently. A kind of comfort and kindness that came from his bones made Wen Leyang's limbs go soft.
"Grandpa, let's drag...the Slipper Sect..." The tablet is written in crooked ancient seal script, which has been passed down for thousands or hundreds of years. Anyway, Wen Leyang doesn't recognize a word of it.
"Tuo Xie Sect!" Mr. Wen finally heard the weirdness of Wen Leyang's voice, and corrected him with a smile: "Boy, remember, it's Tuo Xie Sect!" After saying that, the old man paused for a moment before continuing: "The leader of our sect During the Western Han Dynasty, it has been passed down to this day for more than two thousand years. Our ancestor, grandpa, was a strange man who had a glimpse of the secrets of heaven. His real name was Tuo Xie."
Wen Leyangxin said that the ancestor of our Wen family should not be named Wen.
"In ancient times, the land of Shu was originally a barbaric wilderness. Later, our ancestors came here, moved mountains and filled swamps, spread fertile soil, slayed demons, punished evildoers, and civilized the barbarians..." As he spoke, Mr. Wen saw Wen Leyang's strange look. With an expression on his face, he also smiled coquettishly. Let alone Wen Leyang, even he himself didn't believe what he said, but that's what his father taught him back then.
Mr. Wen coughed twice and went back to the main text: "My ancestor traveled to Shu during the Western Han Dynasty and took in three disciples. Before they were twelve years old, the three disciples learned the same skills and practiced bathing every day. Medicine and wine, and martial arts training. When they reach the age of twelve, they practice separately and are not allowed to meet each other. The master has made it clear that in ten years, their skills will be tested and a disciple will be selected to truly inherit the mantle."
Wen Leyang nodded. The disciples of the Wen family were like this. From birth to the age of twelve, they had to soak in medicated wine for a whole morning every day, and then practice boxing with their elders. When they were young, they were extremely strong, and they didn't know what the illness was. Tasteful. After he was twelve years old, he took this Poison Sutra and practiced it by himself. The adults ignored him at all. In addition to the ten-year exam, it seemed that these were all passed down from the 'Tuo Xie Ancestor'.
Master Wen ignored what Wen Leyang was thinking and slowly told him about the past events of the sect. Although these things were not considered secrets, only those who had passed the ten-year exam and were classified as disciples of the sect were qualified to know.
Ten years later, the three brothers came back to pay a visit to their master after they had accomplished their studies. Tuo Xie was naturally overjoyed, praised him mercilessly, and decided to take the exam the next day. Unexpectedly, there was a sudden thunderstorm that night, and one after another seemed to be torn apart. The thunder that split the world came down. After the thunder and wind passed, the three brothers discovered that the teacher was gone.
As for whether Tuo Xie's disappearance was caused by divine punishment, lightning escape, ascension, or accidentally becoming a lightning rod, it is unknown. Anyway, the master is gone. As soon as the three brothers confirmed the skills with each other, they discovered that the three people had different abilities. Same, very different. The eldest brother, whose surname is Wen, learned the art of poison; the second brother, a Miao man, practiced witchcraft; the younger brother, Xing Luo, learned the secret technique of manipulating and controlling corpses.
Hearing this, Wen Leyang finally couldn't bear it anymore and interrupted and asked: "They are our Wen family, the green seedlings of Qiniang Mountain in Sichuan, and the Luo family of Crow Mountain in southern Sichuan!"
Mr. Wen nodded with a smile, looking good-tempered, and did not take Wen Leyang's casual interjection seriously: "Wen Bucao, Miao Bujia, the ancestors who can't die on Crow Ridge are those three brothers. Tuo Patriarch Xie drew thunder and escaped..."
Wen Leyang noticed that the other two grandfathers and uncle Wen Tunhai curled their lips together, leading the thunder and running away, blow it.
Anyway, the teacher rose to the top in a very different way. The three brothers all felt that they were the orthodox ones, but they did not dare to fight against the teacher's wishes. In the end, the three brothers agreed that whoever found the whereabouts of the master first would win the prize. For big.
Naturally, the master was not found, and the three brothers also went their separate ways to practice separately. Although no one could achieve enlightenment and become an immortal in the end, they all branched out and formed their own sect, which dominated the land of Shu and no one dared to provoke them. The ten-year exam has become a common rule among the three families, and even the date is the same: the anniversary of the master's death by lightning. All the disciples who passed the exam regarded themselves as members of the Tuoxie sect.
The agreement made by the senior fellow apprentices Zeng Jin has also become the ancestral teachings, and it has become an inherent but meaningless task for the disciples of the three families who passed the exam.
Wen Leyang's eyes were filled with excitement, and he asked cautiously: "Grandpa, is the martial arts of our Wen family the art of cultivating the heavens?" Like most disciples in the family, he thought that the Wen family was once a martial arts sect, and the ancestors' The Poison Technique has been passed down to this day, and I never thought that the Wen family in western Sichuan had such a background similar to the cultivation sect. Of course, no one can say whether it is cultivation or not. In short, the thunder at the end was very strange.
Mr. Wen took a sip of tea and replied with a guilty conscience: "Of course! Our grandmaster is a strange man who can reach the heaven through Dharma. The secret technique passed down is naturally the way to cultivate the heaven!"
With a puff, the second grandfather and the third grandfather, who had always been lifeless, looked at each other and both smiled.
"But..." Mr. Wen coughed and continued nonchalantly: "In the past two thousand years, I have never heard of anyone from the Wen, Miao, and Luo families becoming immortals or saints, but the skills left by our ancestors must have been No problem, I think it’s either that we can’t master kung fu, or we don’t have the great wisdom of our ancestors to suddenly understand the secrets of heaven.”
Pfft, the other two old men were happy again.
Mr. Wen slapped the table angrily and turned back to point at his two old brothers: "Why are you having fun? That's what our father told us back then!"
Mr. Wen San glanced at Wen Leyang and said calmly: "You can just think about things like cultivating heaven and becoming a saint. You don't need to think too much about it. But it's always right to use more skills. From tomorrow on, you and your uncle Let’s start practicing.”
Grandpa Wen Er also spoke, his voice as cold as a silver needle frozen in ten thousand years of black ice: "Listen carefully, no matter the identity of the Tuo Xie Sect or the secret arts you will come into contact with in the future, you are never allowed to speak to me now. If someone else leaks a word! Otherwise, according to the rules of our ancestors, you won’t even be able to leave a whole corpse!"
Wen Tunhai also added in a low voice from the side: "In a few years, when you have mastered your skills, your parents will give you a question. Only after you pass it can you be considered a formal apprentice. Only then can you be considered a true Tuoxie disciple."
Wen Leyang felt awe-struck and hurriedly knelt on the ground, kowtowed and made a vow of purity. Then he happily ate carrots and went home to sleep. His father didn't come to ask him what happened. The Wen family was harmonious, but the rules were strict. Even the father could not interfere with what the parents said to their son.
The conversation in the village chief's house made all the pores in his body open and close with joy. The legend of the inner disciples of the Wen family, Tuo Xie disciples, and Xiu Tianwang Dao made Wen Leyang find his dream in an instant.
After Wen Leyang left, Mr. Wen's big house quickly fell silent. The three old men sat facing each other in silence. The uncle Wen Tunhai stood aside with his hands lowered. No one spoke for a long time, only Mr. Wen occasionally coughed twice. He used to refine poisons in his early years. At that time, I accidentally injured the Taiyin and Lung meridian in my hand, and I developed a persistent cough, which was never cured in my life.
Finally, Mr. Wen spoke and looked at his two brothers: "What do you think of this child?"
The second master Wen seemed to be disdainful of his eldest brother's words. Only the third son Wen replied: "Silly. He is only slightly better than the two in the mountains..."
Grandpa Wen smiled and said nothing. He turned to look at Wen Tunhai with a look of inquiry. Wen Tunhai thought for a moment before replying: "Among their children, Leyang's qualifications are not the best." Okay, but he is kind and has always been a good person among his brothers and sisters. In addition, this child’s mind also has merit!"
A look of appreciation flashed in Mr. Wen's eyes: "How can I tell you what he is thinking?"
Wen Tunhai shook his head and smiled bitterly: "The Yang Yang Pill seems like child's play, but in fact, it is definitely a sinister thing for men. Of course, he would not have any evil intentions when he tried the medicine on me. At most, it was just a treasure offering and a joke. , but in the big exam, he can give up drugs and don't use drugs to answer questions. This kind of thinking is considered good at his age, hey!"
Mr. Wen slapped the table excitedly: "Tun Hai said it well! These are the two things that I like about this boy. First of all, he has a pure character and never cares about his family. He has never competed with other children since he was a child. Secondly, because of his mentality, when it comes to the ability to use poison, there are many disciples who are better than him. It is difficult for him to stand out. Instead of doing this, it is better to find another way. No matter it is sweet It’s salty, no matter if it hurts the body or the mind, as long as it can take down the opponent, it’s really poisonous!”
Wen Laosan snorted softly: "What a useless person, but not very qualified... Hey." He paused for a moment and raised his head to look at the sky outside the house.
Pieces of thick black clouds are rushing in from afar, and the bright starry sky and moonlit night are swallowed up by large tracts. The summer night that was just shining with stars is suddenly filled with the oppression of wind and rain.
"This child is responsible for this storm?" Wen Laosan's voice was very low, as if he was mumbling to himself.
Mr. Wen didn't hear what he said, and suddenly asked Wen Tunhai something irrelevant: "How are Lao Jiu and Lao Thirteen doing now?"
Wen Tunhai smiled confidently: "Don't worry, the ninth brother and the thirteenth brother have been doing well in entering the country. If they don't use conspiracy and tricks, I won't be able to deal with them if they join forces."
Old Mrs. Wen nodded slightly, but sighed for no reason: "That's good, that's good. These two children are not in good health. It's a pity that their brains are not working well, but... this is good. Also, what about that matter? What's going on with them?"
Wen Tunhai shook his head: "I guess it won't be long yet."
Mr. Wen smiled bitterly: "You can't rush this, just take your time...Tunhai, did you really not take that Yang-Causing Pill?"
Wen Tunhai let out a laugh: "If it is highly poisonous, it is just the multiplication of physical properties, adding poison to the poison. No matter how powerful it is, I can still make a rough estimate in my mind. I have never even heard of such an evil thing with the effect of the Yang Yang Pill." However, I didn’t think about it at all, and I didn’t know until night…”
A rare smile flashed across the eyes of the second master: "Then are you going to hold it in for thirty-six days, or are you going to hold it in for twelve hours?"
Wen Tunhai hesitated for a while, gritted his teeth and said: "Hold your pee!" (Quanben Novel Website www.QUanbEn-xIAoShUo.com)