Once upon a time there was a mountain called Wudang.
There is a peak on the mountain called Lotus. There once lived a young Taoist priest named Hong Xixiang who wanted to go down the mountain but did not dare to go down the mountain. It's just that after the young headmaster went down the mountain and returned to the mountain, he heard that he left the world.
Then the younger new head teacher, Li Yufu, brought back a young child with aura of brows and eyes, his name was Yu Fu. Probably the parents hope that the child can save some blessings every year. Poor families want to live a long and stable life, nothing more than saving money.
Lantern Festival is a big festival. In order to welcome the Lantern Festival in the second year of Xiangfu, Taoist priests on Wudang Mountain, regardless of their seniority, are splitting bamboo to make bamboo lanterns, and then pasting rice paper on them. There are no exceptions. Unfortunately, Song Zhiming, the oldest patriarch on the mountain, passed away last year, that is to say, he died. He didn't turn into a rainbow and ascend to immortality. , you can refine a few furnaces of really good pills. Then there was the month before the old man's death, he often saw Uncle Song Zu standing at the gate of the Great Lotus Peak, looking towards the foot of the mountain, without asking, he knew that he was waiting for the master nephew. Wudang started from Huang Manshan, the master of the old real person, to the elder brother Wang Chonglou, then to the younger brother Hong Xixiang, and finally to the contemporary teacher Li Yufu. Song Zhiming lived for two years, except for the paintings of the ancestors. After passing four Wudang masters, he walked very peacefully. The older generation of Daoist people is dying day by day, and Chen Yao, who is in charge of precepts, can hardly hide his old age. Fortunately, Wudang Mountain has always looked down on life, old age, sickness and death. Moreover, Wudang Mountain is now very popular, and several peaks on the mountain have held several different events. The grand but solemn "opening of the mountain" ceremony.
Even when the Lantern Festival is approaching, before dawn, there are still many faithful men and women who start to climb the mountain to burn incense. Unlike many Taoist temples in Liyang, which only open the back door for dignitaries, ordinary people burn incense all their lives and cannot burn incense. In Beiliang, you just need to hurry up , Ordinary people can also burn incense on Wudang Mountain. On the South Shinto of Wudang Mountain, there were many pilgrims, and there were even many foreigners with foreign accents. At the time when the army of Beimang was going south, the whole three states of Beiliang were like a funnel. The pilgrims from other places are quite like the carp swimming against the current, which shows the grand occasion of Wudang today, and there are even rumors that the imperial court will soon transfer the title of the Taoist ancestral home of Longhu Mountain to Wudang to appease Beiliang. Among the incense-burning army, there was a young man and woman who looked like a young couple, probably due to their small families, without brocade clothes, sable furs, and daunting and strong followers, not even a lantern. They climbed the mountain together with another old and young family they met at the foot of the mountain, and they walked the mountain road with the help of the family's lights. When the young man was introduced, he called himself Xu Qi. He was a native of Beiliang. His wife was surnamed Lu, and his hometown was in Qingzhou. The big family accompanying them consisted of four generations and sixteen people. The old man was surnamed Yan and was eighty years old. He was said to be a Taoist of Guangling. The old man was very funny and talkative. He chatted with Xu Qi about anecdotes from the north and south of the river along the way, which added a lot of laughter to the boring mountaineering trip. Although Xu Qi didn't have any surprising words, he was able to catch up every time. The words of the old man.
Excluding the old man, the other two generations of the Yan family didn't like to see this so-called barbarian from Beiliang at first. Nanjiang, where Liang and Yan Chi Wang Zhao Bing ruled, has always been the elder brother, let alone the second elder brother. It is a land of barbarians from all over the country. It can't even compare with the two Liaos. A Beiliang scholar jumped the dragon's gate in the imperial examination and got a Jinshi, which surprised Tai'an City. I wonder if there will be scholars in Beiliang? So many people helped the scholar to look up the genealogy, and they were relieved when they finally saw that the man's ancestral home was in Jianzhou, Central Plains, but they didn't care about the fact that the man had been born and raised in Lingzhou, Northern Liang for several generations. It wasn't until Yan Jiexi became a relative of the emperor and then became a scholar of the Diange University, Jin Lanting made great progress all the way, and Yao Baifeng, the master of Neo-Confucianism, came to Beijing to preside over the Imperial College, this bad impression of the uncivilized Beiliang changed slightly, and he pinched his nose to admit that Beiliang was also There are family heirs of farming and reading.
From the main peak of Wudang Jinding, the South Shinto Road is twelve miles long, and it is a mountain road. The Yan family has young and old, women and children, and their feet are weak, and they walk slowly. The pavilion is specially for travelers and pilgrims to rest. Taking advantage of the morning light, the old man raised his eyes and looked into the distance. Xu Qi and his wife stood side by side admiring the scenery at the bottom of the mountain. After the old man withdrew his gaze and sat down, the young great-grandson immediately came to help him knock his legs and pinch his feet. The old man laughed heartily and pampered him I had to hold the child on my lap, pointed to the east, and said: "This scene is called 'the sky is open and blue and white'."
The child was obviously not interested in what the sky was like, so he raised his head and asked in a childish voice: "Grandpa, are there really the gods on the mountain that my mother said? Can the gods ride the clouds and ride the fog?"
The old head of the Yan family laughed loudly, touched the child's little head, did not give an answer, but turned his head to look at the mountain top surrounded by clouds and mist, and said softly, "Don't dare to speak loudly, for fear of frightening the heavenly beings."
The child who didn't get the answer kept pestering him coquettishly, so the old man had no choice but to say: "Students of my generation must abide by what the sages said. However, my grandfather and you, a little child, can still talk about some problems. Foreign language, my great grandfather, in fact, when I was young, under the banner of studying abroad, I used to secretly do the business of climbing high and visiting immortals in green shirts and swords. Maybe there was no chance, and I never found those tall and childlike people in the eyes of the world. I just went to Longhushan Tianshi Mansion with many people in my middle age, and I had a relationship with that generation of old Tianshi, but I never had the opportunity to talk in depth. Little, just to accompany the last seat. At that time, I only felt that being an official is not as good as cultivating Taoism. There are so many scholars in the world. It's relatively easy."
The child was disappointed, "Grandpa, what are we doing all the way to Wudang Mountain? My father said that his bones would fall apart due to the bumps in the car."
A young Confucian scholar nearby suddenly blushed.
The old man stroked his snow-white beard and said with a smile: "Grandfather has never seen a god, but when he was guarding one side, he met a Taoist priest of the same age who was in the same age as the Taoist priest, and had a very happy conversation. Thanks to the kindness of the Taoist priest for my great-grandfather’s survival to this age. Even after so many years, I still remember the appearance of that Taoist very clearly. He was tall, benevolent and heroic, with ancient Compared with Huang Zigui of Tianshi Mansion, the style of wandering scholar really has no airs at all."
The old man sighed and said: "That Taoist is the previous head teacher of Wudang Mountain, named Wang Chonglou. It was a long time before I found out that he was the head teacher of Wudang Mountain in Beiliang, so before his body was completely buried in the loess, I hurriedly Come here to take a look. By the way, I also want to take a look at the height of the northwest sky in Beiliang, how high it is. Because when my grandfather was an official in Tai'an City, there was an official Yushi impeaching a person, saying that the person had arrived After Beiliang, when the banquet was held, he pointed to the chair under his buttocks and told everyone that this chair is not a dragon chair, but it is much taller than the one in Beijing."
The old man's son was about to reach the age of Jiazi, and he smiled after hearing the words: "It's mostly nonsense."
The old man nodded.
The Beiliang Xu Qi, who had been watching the old man hugging his great-grandson, turned around and looked into the distance silently without saying anything.
His wife held his hand, turned her head and asked softly, "Is it real or fake?"
It was Xu Fengnian's "Xu Qi" who said softly: "Really, I was still young, and I was sitting on my father's lap at that time. He actually said this sentence to me, probably to tell me that being an emperor is actually boring. .”
Xu Fengnian held Lu Chengyan's cool little hand tightly, and said in a low voice: "It is the rule of the Liyang court for officials to retire at the age of seventy. Not everyone can do it at the age of seventy-nine. The old man is Yan Song. The biggest official in the capital was Zuo Shilang of the Ministry of Rites. He disagreed with Zhang Julu, the chief assistant, and was later expelled to Luzhou, Jiangnan Road. Song was one of the few who dared to fight for Mr. Shoufu. It can be seen that he and Zhang Julu were in an upright gentleman's dispute. The reason why I went with him was because Xu Xiao had a good impression of this man. , Yan Song scolded him and Xu Xiao scolded him very fiercely, but it was reasonable."
The old man suddenly smiled at Xu Fengnian: "Xu Qi, before I entered Beiliang and came to Wudang Mountain, I visited a few academies. The scene there surprised me. It seems that your new Liang king is more bookish than the old Liang king. It's really rare."
Lu Chengyan glanced at Xu Fengnian who was showing a little embarrassment for the first time, and she smiled knowingly.
Xu Fengnian turned around and said, "It must be because he knows that his martial arts are not as good as Xu Xiao's, so he can only retreat and make up for the gaps in martial arts."
The child was confused, tugged at the old man's sleeve, and asked, "Grandpa, didn't my uncle say that the king of Beiliang is very powerful in martial arts?"
A middle-aged man didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Wen Zhi Wu Gong's martial arts are not about fighting skills."
After chatting, a group of people started climbing again. Now when they come to Wudang Mountain to burn incense, there is one thing that visitors and pilgrims must do. The reason Xiao Xiao climbed the mountain so early was because he wanted to enjoy the scene. Hundreds of thousands of Taoists were practicing boxing together in the square. It was rumored that the boxing method was first created by the former head teacher Hong Xixiang, and anyone could practice it and anyone could learn it. Anyone can benefit.
When the group finally came to the Wudang subjective square on the top of the mountain, they finally didn't miss it, otherwise they would have to wait until dusk.
Sure enough, as rumored outside, countless Wudang Taoist priests who were well-spaced were practicing boxing together in the square. Even ordinary people who are laymen can see that the boxing technique is comfortable, yes, it is comfortable. There are no too advanced movements, and there is no humming sound made during ordinary martial arts training, it is quiet and peaceful.
The old man Yan Song praised: "It's so smooth."
The child sitting on his father's neck pointed to the distance, as if he had discovered some great fairy, and said happily, "There is a child about my age who is also punching. There, he is at the front." !"
Although the old man couldn't see the situation over there clearly, he was a little surprised when he heard it, "Didn't you say that the person leading the fist is the current head teacher Li Yufu?"
Xu Fengnian explained: "Li Yufu has taken in an apprentice."
There are many pilgrims behind those Taoist priests, and they all punched together. Maybe they didn't mean it, and they couldn't even be called similar in shape, but they all worked hard, but they couldn't see the movement of the Taoist priest who led the boxing. It may seem a bit nondescript to be able to box with the pilgrims in front of you or nearby, but everyone is very serious. Then the young and old of the Yan family saw a young Taoist priest who seemed to be of low seniority walking slowly from the front to the back. If the technique is not in place, or the wrist is not bent enough, or the back is misunderstood, they will help to correct it with a smile.
Xu Fengnian looked at the little Taoist priest who was meticulous in every movement and fist at the front, with a strange expression on his face.
The young Taoist saw Xu Fengnian, smiled slightly, and walked quickly.
Lu Chengyan said softly, "Do you want to punch too?"
Xu Fengnian asked, "Do you want to see it?"
Lu Chengyan smiled and nodded.
Xu Fengnian walked forward slowly, stood at the end of the line, and then leisurely began to punch.
The young Taoist was stunned for a moment, then stood with Xu Fengnian.
The movements of the two are exactly the same, round and round, pleasing to the eye.
Xu Fengnian closed his eyes.
Back then, every time an unlucky guy saw him, knowing that he would be beaten, he would smile bitterly and say "you are here".
Xu Fengnian said softly to himself, "I'm coming, bull rider."