Bringing a red robe, even if Xu Fengnian can't say that he can't walk by day and night, he can only choose those remote wild trails to go north, but this is not too far from the original intention. He is used to the rough and windy sand in the desert, so it doesn't hurt. It doesn't itch, let Xu Fengnian take a reassurance, and the key to making up his mind to bring Danying is that Yinwu is actually a master of anti-tracking, and he is extremely consummate in eliminating those residual breaths that even Xu Fengnian could not expect. Such a talisman might even be a life-saving talisman, Xu Fengnian felt much more at ease. Looking at its two faces and four arms, it is not so hideous. It occasionally stops and rests in the middle, and it can play some childish tricks with it in the eyes of ordinary people. Xu Fengnian walked on the endless Gobi Desert. According to the geography, there used to be a Tongtian River with a width of three miles in ancient times. He said to himself: "According to your and my foot strength, we will go to the northwest for half a ten-day, and we will arrive at Baoping State. The person I want to meet is there, and he lives in seclusion by the Ruoshui River. The reason why I risked my life to Luoyang is because It's because you're late, everything is in vain, that old guy is really hard to serve. But if you think about it, you can't blame him. He is a big man who has enjoyed the status of a great minister. Why would he risk losing his life at night? It's a huge danger, and you can't get much benefit, go talk to me, a young man with a hairless mouth... "
Speaking of this, Xu Fengnian touched his chin subconsciously, let out a hey, and cursed: "It turns out that they are all scumbags."
Take the Huangtong flying sword to scrape off the hard green beard stubble that is a bit difficult to handle. Taking this time, I weighed my current family property. There is no doubt that I have entered the initial stage of the Vajra. A pair of Chunlei Chunqiu, plus three small Trojan horses and oxen, as far as weapons are in hand, even Xu Fengnian himself finds them scary. This outfit can make those heroes and heroines who have never touched a famous weapon in their life starve to death. The knotting of the knife and the black thread became a stumbling block. Xu Fengnian stagnated, and he could still endure the patience not to turn the pages. Fortunately, there were moves such as Kaishu Fuyao and Immortal Touching the Top, which became more and more familiar to the heart and familiar to the hand. You can also call on Yinwu Danying to make hot moves, running all the way and fighting all the way, very imposing. Xu Fengnian ran like a wild horse for nearly a month. After several meditations, he recovered from the cold sweat. Do you really have the courage to attack and kill Luoyang
"Where is the princess grave?"
"Thoughts, big and small, what kind of thoughts are they?"
"A woman with half face makeup, no matter how beautiful half her face is, she is still like a female ghost. One can imagine the cool taste..."
Xu Fengnian is precisely because he knows that femininity will not answer, but he prefers to chatter. The closer he is to Aquarius State, where the sky is wide and the land is wide, he feels his own insignificance and loneliness. Sometimes he is accompanied by femininity that disappears from sight from time to time. Colleagues, this road is not too boring. On this trip to Beimang, at the beginning, I followed the Yulong Gang, followed by Tao Manwu, a small oil bottle, and then Lu Chen, and now it is the easiest to bring the yin thing Danying, which is not bad in itself, and Xu Fengnian There is no need to be responsible for its life and death. There is a big river on the border of Baoping State, called Ruo Shui. It is said that the water is weak and does not float reeds. Xu Fengnian finally reached the bank of Ruo Shui. He washed his face in the water and felt refreshed. He could feel a little femininity. Get up and walk along the river. If you want to cross the border, you have to cross the river. Then you see a ferry with a sheepskin raft approaching the opposite bank. Obviously, the weakness of the weak water is pure nonsense. This makes Xu Fengnian very disappointed. When he approached the ferry, a couple The grandpa and grandson in shabby clothes, the old man wore a dilapidated Taoist robe, embroidered Yin and Yang fish on his back, used a green bamboo pole as a walking stick, and carried a bookcase on his back like Xu Fengnian. People are wandering around, not like a child with a simple personality. The grandfather and grandson are also waiting for the raft to cross the river. The child is squatting on the edge of the ferry, having nothing to do, sticking up his buttocks and throwing stones into the river. Xu Fengnian made sure that the old Taoist priest had no martial arts skills, so he quietly looked across to the other side.
The child turned his head to look at Xu Fengnian, who looked like a scholar, and dared not make any mistakes. He buckled the straw sandals on his feet, and his toes had already stubbornly got out of the shoes. He begged the old Taoist pitifully, "Master, can you change my shoes?"
The old Taoist glared and said, "You are so precious, you have only changed your shoes and walked three hundred miles, and you want to change them? I told you not to jump around, but you didn't listen!"
The child felt aggrieved and said, "I didn't make all the shoes."
The old Taoist probably had outsiders present, so he couldn't reprimand him harshly, so he had to prevaricate the child with great principles, "Heaven will send a great task to the people, and they must first work their muscles and bones and starve their bodies."
It's okay if the old man doesn't say anything, but the child's stomach growled immediately when he talked about his body being hungry. The children who were familiar with the old man's temper could only starve with blank eyes. The sheepskin raft returned to the ferry, and the old Taoist carefully asked the price. Beimang Taoism has been very popular in the past 20 years, and he respects and even fears the Taoist priests. The Daoist Zhulu, who was recorded in the record, dared to accept money, but he suppressed the price, and did not count on the head. The old Taoist stretched out his hand on his sleeve and weighed the money bag. It was enough to cross the river, and he felt relieved, and then gave Xu Fengnian a wink , and then said to the raft man that the three of them were walking together, it was a favor for Xu Fengnian. The man knew it well, but it was not easy to pierce the window paper, so he just muddled through and sold face to the Taoist. When boarding the raft, Xu Fengnian nodded to the old Taoist, and the old man shook his cuffs lightly, indicating that Xu Fengnian didn't need to care about such a trivial matter. The weak water is far less turbulent than the Yellow River. The river is still and the water is clear. The child was naughty. He lay on the edge of the sheepskin raft, reached out to fish for water, then screamed, leaned back suddenly, bumped into the old man, and almost fell into the river, man Glaring at each other, this business didn't make much money at all. If someone fell into the river and caused so much trouble, how could he be happy? The child tremblingly pointed at the river, and said falteringly: "There is water!" ghost!"
The old Taoist thought he was noisy and troublesome, so he lectured loudly: "Your speech is strange!"
The old man is full of Confucian classics, if he is not wearing Taoist robes, he is really a pedantic old scholar who teaches in the countryside. The child blushed after being frightened, "It's really a water ghost, wearing a bright red dress, and it's still a female ghost!"
Out of the corner of Xu Fengnian's eye, he caught a glimpse of a red robe swimming around the raft like a red carp. It disappeared and stuck to the bottom of the sheepskin raft. The old Taoist obviously didn't believe the child's vow, and angrily shouted: "Shut up!"
The child was so angry that he kicked the raft, but fortunately the raftman didn't see it, otherwise the price would have to be increased. When they arrived at the shore, Xu Fengnian was the first to take out the broken silver and threw it to the man. The old Taoist was stunned for a while, and smiled knowingly, but he was not pretentious. The dark-skinned boy was probably frightened by the red-robed female ghost, so he jumped off the raft first and fell. Seeing a dog eating shit made the old Taoist helpless for a while. The three of them stepped onto the simple ferry. They were both from the Southern Dynasties, and the old Taoists felt lucky to meet their fellow countrymen in a foreign country. They cupped their hands and beat a small chief, "Poverty Taoist Yanyang Guanyuan Jiuwei Taoist, the common name is Luo Pingyang. The young master calls me by the common name Can."
Xu Fengnian returned the salute respectfully and bowed his hands, "I have seen Luo Jianyuan. My servant is Xu Qi."
Taoism is similar to Buddhism, and there is also the theory of the jungle. In particular, the moral sect of Beimang is so powerful that it gradually gains power over the three religions. Yu Zhaijiao Ritual and Badu Youhun, but Xu Fengnian also knew from the attire of the Taoist that it was probably an unknown small monastery. It is hard to say whether there are ten Taoists in the Yanyang Temple. It's not as good as the knowledgeable people in the Daoist Temple. At this time, Xu Fengnian was carrying his spring and autumn, and his clothes were not beautiful, but they were clean and neat, and his rooted face was elegant and handsome. In terms of bearing, Taoist Luo was very different from him. It's no wonder that the old Taoist had a heart Make friends. It stands to reason that there should be a wine shop near the ferry, but as expected, the child jumped up and said, "Master, there is Wang Zi!"
Wangzi is a bundled straw pole commonly used in small restaurants. The pole ends are hung in front of the store to attract diners. The old Taoist was shy in his pocket, if there were no outsiders, he and his disciples knew the basics, he didn’t need to slap his face to make himself fat, he only needed two bowls of water to deal with it, the money for crossing the river was paid by that son, if he sat down in a wine shop, he would really be ashamed to let him go Unfamiliar scholars spend money, but if they pay for it themselves, I am afraid that after a few bowls of wine, they will not want to go to Dao Dezong to participate in the water and land dojo. Xu Fengnian still understood this bit of human sophistication, and immediately said: "After walking for half a day, it will take a short 100 miles. I can't go to the village or go to the shop. I'm really hungry. If Luo Jianyuan doesn't dislike it, I will sit with you. Sit down? It just so happens that Xu also believes in Huang Lao’s theory, but unfortunately most of them don’t know much about it, and I hope that the Luo Supervisory Academy can help clear up the confusion.”
The old Taoist smiled and said: "Mr. Xu has a heart for the Tao, good things are good things."
Slowly walking all the way, the child secretly looked at this foolish and rich son, the old Taoist rewarded him with a chestnut, and then said to Xu Fengnian: "The root of the world is only in Taoism, but poor Taoists have little knowledge and dare not boast, only Ziwu Liuzhu and Linggui Bafa know a thing or two, and the way of refining qi and nourishing alchemy can only be said to be superficial."
Xu Fengnian nodded, and the group of three sat on the greasy table outside the restaurant, and ordered a jug of wine and a few catties of cooked beef. In the Liyang Dynasty, many state and county restaurants were not allowed to sell beef privately, and it was even more illegal to slaughter pigs and cattle without authorization. There are no such scruples in Beimang. The child devoured it voraciously, even if the master showed his face, he would not care about it. The old Taoist still felt sorry for this little apprentice with many problems. He smiled apologetically at Xu Fengnian. Holding a bowl behind the bookcase and drinking slowly, the child raised his head and said vaguely: "Master, why are you not in the mood to sing poems and songs today?"
The old Taoist laughed and scolded: "You are greedy for being a poet, and there is no end?"
Xu Fengnian smiled.
The old Taoist hesitated for a moment, and took out a thin book stitched with inferior paper from the bookcase, "This is a poem written by a poor Taoist. If Mr. Xu doesn't mind dirtying your eyes, you can take a look at it." He said It’s a poem draft, but there are actually too many small tunes, and if you don’t avoid slang, it’s naturally not in style.”
Xu Fengnian was surprised and said: "You have to read it carefully, there are good poems to drink with, and it is a great thing in life."
Xu Fengnian wiped his hands, then took the poems, and slowly turned the pages. At first glance, the first few poems were all like a gifted man yearning for a beautiful woman, but some small songs and sentences, even Xu Fengnian read them, and found them full of wit and humor, such as Chun Chunying Yingyanyan, everything green and green rhyme, stop and be everyone. At first Xu Fengnian was able to drink a few sips of wine and eat a few pieces of meat, but halfway through the poem manuscript, he was a little lost in thought: the iron in the furnace for refining the liver and intestines, the butterfly on the pillow at the third watch of wealth, and the snake in the wine with the words of fame and fame. Aged and homeless, the sharp wind is extremely cold, and the thin snow is especially heavy, shaking and overwhelming my thatched cottage. At the end of the poem, it is written like a poem and a melody. It is really "the life is overwhelmed, and the scholar sighs." The poem manuscripts were entered one after another with the passage of time, probably because of Luo Pingyang's situation and mentality, from a gifted scholar to middle-aged depression and helplessness, and then to old age with sudden feelings.
Xu Fengnian closed the manuscript and praised: "It would be great if my second sister could read this manuscript instead."
The old Taoist was at a loss, he had no confidence at all, and was a little embarrassed.
Xu Fengnian silently handed back the manuscript, and stopped talking. It was left four or five years ago, so why should he pay a few thousand taels of silver for this manuscript
This Taoist, who has never met Jiuwei all his life, reckoned that bumping into walls everywhere has become a natural habit, and he didn't feel disheartened when he retracted his poems. He would be content with a free meal from the sky.
Xu Fengnian asked: "Does Luo Jianyuan know that the monk Nagarjuna of the Liangchan Temple has gone to the Taoist sect?"
The old Taoist shook his head and said, "I haven't heard of it."
The old man continued to laugh at himself: "In the Liyang Dynasty, there is a custom of discussing Buddhism and Taoism. If in Beimang, Taoist monks talk to monks, it's not like talking with a duck."
The Taoist slapped his thigh, and said angrily: "Don't disturb the land and water ashram of Taoism. If you make a trip in vain, the poor Taoist will suffer a great crime."
The child curled his lips and said, "It was a crime!"
The old Taoist made a gesture to hit him, but the child shrank his neck.
Satisfied with wine and food, knowing that Xu Fengnian was going to the northwest of Baoping Prefecture, and there would be a stopover, the three of them set off together, and when it was dark, they were still deserted and had no place to stay, so they had to take the sky as their bed.
A bonfire was lit, and the child was tired from walking, so he went to bed early.
The old Taoist did not forget to play with the phrase "Idiots don't know about prosperity and decline."
After that, Xu Fengnian asked a few superficial questions about Taoism, but he didn't dare to ask in depth, for fear of embarrassing Luo Jianyuan.
The Taoist priest Luo Pingyang was hesitant, and after making a lot of determination, he suddenly asked Xu Fengnian: "Is there a sentence that I don't know if I should say it or not?"
Xu Fengnian smiled and said, "Just say what Luo Jianyuan does."
The Taoist gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "The poor Taoist once learned the method of observing Qi from a real person. Looking at the young master's face, it seems that someone close to the family has gone. Either the surname is Song or Li. If possible, the poor Taoist priest It is best to advise you son to return home."
Xu Fengnian remained silent.
The old Taoist sighed, "Poverty Taoism is actually not accurate. If you say you are unlucky, Mr. Xu should not blame you."
Xu Fengnian nodded.
The old Taoist watched the gentle man face the bonfire, his mouth trembling slightly, the old Taoist couldn't bear to look any more, he was silent for a long time, looked into the distance, and murmured: "The wind and waves hurt me, I am the wind and the wind, the mountain ghost Let out a teasing laugh. The storm is far away from me, and I am far away from the storm, and the sky is full of stars and people sleep."
People sleep too.