Song Da and Song San are boringly flipping through some books on the bookshelves of this house hidden in the bamboo forest.
These are not martial arts secret books, but some things like the Analects of Confucius and the Book of Changes, which are very different from the two of them's initial thoughts.
"I said Ah Da, the blind man asked us to accompany him this time... Is it really just for company?" Song San looked at Song Da.
Song Da shook his head blankly at this moment.
The blind man said this at the beginning: Are you two interested in going to Wudang Mountain with me
Hearing that it was a holy place like Wudang Mountain, the two of them agreed without saying a word... In the end, they came here only to meet a gray-haired disciple and grandson
"I always feel like I've been fooled by a blind man..." Song Da frowned for a long time before he could squeeze out such a sentence.
"I was fooled! The blind man is just looking for someone to carry a bag!" Song Sanyi patted himself on the forehead.
The two showed annoyed expressions at the same time.
"Let's go outside for a walk." Song Da sighed: "At least it's considered a visit."
Song San had no choice but to do the same. Anyway, after Xiangjiang got off the plane, they all reapplied for their mobile phones in China, and the blind can find them.
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"Master Patriarch, who are the two you brought?"
In a quiet room of the house, Master Huang Huang Qifa was standing respectfully beside Mr. Blind. At this time, Mr. Blind was silently 'looking' at a pair of yellowed ink paintings in the quiet room.
In the painting, there is an ancient man with a fairy demeanor, overlooking the Milky Way.
"It's just two bags, don't worry about it." Mr. Blind said slowly at this time, and turned around. He then sat down directly on the futon in the quiet room and waved his hands.
Huang Qifa also sat down quite tactfully, and sat opposite Mr. Blind. This patriarch, counting this time in his life, has only met him four times in total, and each time was not long.
However, these four times almost spanned Huang Qifa's life. He has grown from an immature boy to his sixtieth year, but the appearance of the patriarch has not changed so far.
Those urbanites who looked at him all called him Master Huang and Huang Daxian. In fact, the real Daxian is the patriarch in front of him, so he is really a first-class figure.
"Extend your hand." Mr. Blind said suddenly, "I'll touch your bones first."
Upon hearing this, Huang Qifa quickly pinched up his sleeves and stretched out his hand. He himself can feel the bones, but they are all wild ways that he has explored by himself. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't work... There are more times when it doesn't work.
At this time, Mr. Blind said again: "Tell me the cause of the incident you mentioned in detail. And describe in detail the characteristics of the person you mentioned as 'all beings'."
Huang Qiqi's decades of physiognomy, which he had practiced hard for for decades, was ruined because of that one time reading. He really still remembered it. At this moment, he opened his mouth and said: "That day, I was introduced by someone, and I took an order. Originally, a It’s just to show others the marriage fate, but I didn’t expect that the young man’s fortune-telling appearance is weird, it’s really unprecedented.”
Huang Qifa sighed, "At that time, I was also a disciple and grandson, and I was overestimated, and half of it was because I was so eager to break the rules of the master's school, and opened my 'eyes' to take a closer look with the exercises passed down by your ancestor. I never thought that I would be directly counterattacked... It has been less than half a year since the day I made the achievement."
"Well... When did you meet this person?" Mr. Blind suddenly asked.
Huang Qifa hurriedly informed the specific date and time, and even took out the birthday horoscope given by the client at that time.
Mr. Blind raised his hand and pinched his fingers to calculate something... Just counting, his brows also frown, and the speed of his fingers became faster and faster, and finally, Huang Qifa just looked at the afterimages of these fingers and couldn't help being shocked.
The so-called counting by pinching fingers is not as simple as ordinary people say. It contains a lot of complicated formulas. Without extraordinary memory and mental arithmetic ability, it is impossible to learn. Even if you are not a person with extraordinary talent, even if you practice hard all your life At most, you can only learn some superficial knowledge, which is not considered an introduction.
Originally, the amount of calculation involved should not be what the human brain can achieve at the current stage.
However, what made Huang Qifa's heart tense was that Mr. Blind suddenly stopped his fingers at this moment. He thought that this fairy first-class patriarch had an answer at this time, but unexpectedly the patriarch was still silent.
Huang Qifa secretly glanced at Patriarch's expression, he didn't open his eyes. So he glanced at the fingers of the patriarch, and he found that Mr. Blind's fingers were twitching slightly at the moment.
This... Master Patriarch must be pinching his fingers, making his hand cramps and cramp, right? !
"Give me some water." Mr. Blind squeezed the space between his brows, and said calmly, "The rheumatic pains from these years are coming, let me take a good rest."
It turned out to be rheumatism, so it's no wonder... Although it is said that it is good at keeping the face, it is still so old.
Huang Qifa thought that he was also an old bone, and he had to put dog skin plasters on his back for at least ten or eight days a month... Although this patriarch is a first-class figure of gods, he is still old after all.
"Wait a moment, Qiqi will go and boil a pot of hot water for you right away!"
I saw Huang Qiqi got up in a panic, and then hurried out of the quiet room. After that, Mr. Blind slowly held the wrist of his trembling hand with the other hand.
"It's not as simple as 'the appearance of all living beings'..." He muttered to himself, then stood up, and faced the ink portrait hanging on the wall again.
"The patriarch of Kaipai is here." Mr. Blind said in a low voice: "You once left a legacy, saying that 'there must be different people and visions before the world changes'... The descendants of the Song family I met in South America are the most respected Noble man, is it a different person... Whether the person Huang Qiqi met is also a different person. I can't even figure it out. "
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When Huang Qifa came back with a pot of hot water, Mr. Blind was meditating with his eyes closed. He glanced quietly and found that Mr. Blind's hand was no longer cramped.
However, there was a piece of paper in front of Mr. Blind at this moment, which Huang Qiqi recognized.
It is precisely because of this note that this patriarch returned from a foreign country.
On February 2, the dragon raised its head.
This is just a very common saying handed down from ancient times, what is the mystery in it? Although Huang Qifa was puzzled in his heart, he did not hesitate and walked quickly to Mr. Blind.
But at this time, Mr. Blind took out a small porcelain bottle from his clothes and handed it to Huang Qifa: "You pour the powder inside into hot water, and then take it."
"Me?" Huang Qifa was taken aback.
"Of course." Mr. Blind nodded, "I watched your seal turn black outside the bamboo forest, and there was a dead air rushing out from the canopy, and it was already showing the appearance of death."
"But a disaster of blood and light?" Huang Qifa is also a person who knows how to read. Hearing the calculation of the patriarch at this time, he was shocked and broke out in cold sweat.
"No." Mr. Blind shook his head and said, "If it's just a bloody disaster, there are naturally ways to resolve it with external force. It's a pity that the appearance of death is another situation."
"Master Patriarch, save me!" Huang Qifa's face was pale, and he knelt down in front of Mr. Blind in horror, kowtowing his head, and even his voice trembled.
"When we look at astrology, we count heaven, earth, people, but not ourselves. Do you know why?" Mr. Blind asked indifferently.
Huang Qifa said in a bitter voice: "It is against the heavens for us to seek good luck and avoid evil for others. If we still seek personal gain for ourselves and reverse Yin and Yang, then we will offend God and be punished by God... Patriarch, I called you last time." After the phone call, Qifa has already dissipated all his wealth and donated it all... Qiqi knows that he is wrong!"
"Over the years, you have leaked too many secrets, even if it's not a big deal..." Mr. Blind sighed: "But it's too late to make up for it by changing fate for many people. Now you are not only broken, but your body is gradually withering, and it is impossible for gods to save you. I am afraid that your life will not reach the Mid-Autumn Festival this year."
"Master Patriarch, save me, save me!" Huang Qifa cried.
"You take this medicine every month, and it should last you through this year." Mr. Blind stood up and said calmly, "You can take care of yourself. But you will be doomed in a few days, it's best not to go out. , stay here to recuperate, cultivate your heart and mind, maybe you can get through..."
The voice of Mr. Blind has gone away, leaving only Huang Qifa sitting on the ground in a daze.
The older the person, the more afraid of death.
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There is a large area of woods outside the bamboo forest, and outside the woods is a famous scenic spot in Wudang Mountain. In fact, the place where the bamboo forest is located is actually within the scenic area of Wudang Mountain.
It's just that there is a specially arranged formation in the bamboo forest, and it's easy for ordinary people to get lost in the bamboo forest, and they will walk out when they walk. Of course, if it's aerial photography, it doesn't matter.
But who would go to take aerial photos of this small bamboo forest if they have nothing to do
Song Da and Song San found a telegraph pole at this time, and then they squatted under the pole, not because of anything else, but simply because of the relatively high signal number in this place.
The thing is like this, because of boredom, Song San clicked on a mobile phone video website in China, and just saw a video about Wudang, so he couldn't help but click on it.
"Today's No. 1 Qinggong"
The title of the video naturally made Song San very curious. After all, as a warrior, he knew very well what Qinggong was all about. Of course, special effects are added to deceive children like TV dramas where you can step on the soles of your feet to soar into the sky, but the real lightness can still be done.
"Damn, I was fooled!" Song San cursed loudly at this time: "What the hell is the number one person in lightness kung fu, isn't this fucking ordinary parkour!"
Song Da, who was chatting about SS to a certain woman across the ocean, rolled his eyes at this moment and said, "You think martial arts masters are Chinese cabbage, and you can meet them at will... Besides, the state apparatus prohibits martial arts. If it is really light work, can it be published and circulated on the Internet?"
Song Dazheng said so, but saw Song San's expression as if he saw a ghost at this time, looking at the sky stupidly, and opened his mouth wide: "Ada, the Chinese cabbage master you mentioned has appeared..."
Song Da raised his head in astonishment, and saw a figure in the sky, crookedly descending towards a small forest not far away.
You read it right, it was indeed a landing, not a fall because both Song Da and Song San saw that the falling figure was carrying another figure on its back!
"Could this be the legendary art of controlling qi? My God, Wudang is indeed one of the holy places!" Song San's eyes lit up immediately.
And Song Da didn't have time to continue sending ss at this moment, he quickly stuffed his phone into his belt, glanced at Song San, and hurriedly walked towards the grove where the figure landed.
When a master meets a master, of course it's a fight!
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At this time, a scream suddenly came from above the grove.
Ahhh! !
"Be careful!!! Big brother!!!"
"Wow!!!!"
Obviously two different voices.
The figure fell on the canopy of the tree, and then broke the branches all the way, and finally got hooked and stopped. But the branch really couldn't support the weight, and it still broke in the end.
Boom!
The two figures separated at the moment of falling, one quickly bounced to the ground, while the other hit the ground firmly.
"Zhuifeng, you bastard, don't save yourself!" The figure who hit the ground and mud suddenly yelled.
"It's not my fault... Instinct, instinct, hee hee!"
A young man walked over with a playful smile on his face, pulled up the figure that hit the ground, and patted the dirt on his body.
They are... Mo Xiaofei and Zhuifeng.
As for why this man and one monster appeared here, we have to start talking about it before the start of the winter vacation.
That day, after the real dragon of Shenzhou threw his great disciple Mo Xiaofei to Sun Xiaosheng, he left with the little butterfly demon Luo Pian. Before leaving, Shenzhou Zhenlong once mentioned the matter of Commoner Dao, saying that it might let Mo Xiaofei know his past life.
So Mo Xiaofei came up with an idea, wanting to take advantage of the winter vacation to go quietly to Mount Tai to chase the wind is another reason.
It’s just that as a student, it’s too difficult to pay for the travel expenses along the way (Mo Xiaofei, who aspires to be a hero, is very determined not to use his superpowers to make money), so he made a decision: travel poorly.
airplane
I can fly.
train
I can fly.
bus
I can still fly.
Mo Xiaofei, who planned to fly all the way to Mount Tai, became Chasing Wind's exclusive mount. It has been a full week since they set off, and they also successfully left the province where they lived. here we go.
"Water...give me some water." Mo Xiaofei sat down at this moment, and looked at Zhuifeng feebly.
It's okay to fly by yourself, with Chasing Wind on your body, it can be considered a strenuous effort, not to mention that it's almost a daytime to go on the road.
Despite this, Mo Xiaofei feels that his flying time is increasing every day... probably because he has gotten a good exercise.
"Where have we been?" Mo Xiaofei glanced at Zhuifeng.
Chasing the wind hastily took out the map. He is responsible for looking at the terrain and route on the road.
But at this moment, there was a soft sound suddenly, and two figures shot out from the forest, one was tall and majestic, and the other was thin.
But I heard that burly and majestic man saying loudly: "Song Qingshu, an abandoned Shaolin apprentice, please enlighten me from two little masters!!"
And the skinny man also said in a deep voice: "Song Qingshu, an abandoned Shaolin apprentice, please teach me, two little masters!!"
what the hell...
Mo Xiaofei and Zhuifeng blinked their eyes, looking confused.