Just two years ago, the woman's husband unfortunately died of illness. After a year of mourning for her late husband, the woman went up the mountain to the Taoist temple, knelt down in front of Taoist Ziqing and begged.
With a long sigh, Zi Qing told Zhang Xiaoping the truth about his life experience. In fact, Zhang Xiaoping had vaguely guessed the identity of this woman before. But he was very sensible, and he never asked if the master didn't tell him. Usually when the woman came up to talk to him,
He didn't mince words, he just told the truth. After every conversation, the woman would leave with tears streaming down her face.
After knowing the truth, Zhang Xiaoping walked up to the woman and knelt down in front of her, kowtowing three times, and called out: "Mother!"
"My son!" The woman hugged Zhang Xiaoping into her arms and cried loudly. She hugged him so tightly, for fear that someone would take her son away from her arms again. She cried so hard
It was so deep, as if he wanted to pour out all the physical and mental torture he suffered from losing his son.
Zhang Xiaoping also hugged his mother tightly, felt the warmth of his mother's arms, felt his mother's heart-breaking love, and finally understood what the maternal love mentioned in the book was. He also shed tears because he was enjoying maternal love.
The tears of excitement are the tears of feeling the warmth and touch of mother's embrace.
After mother and son recognized each other, Zhang Xiaoping's mother came even more frequently. She sent people to bring things every now and then, and the master and apprentice basically had no shortage of food and clothing.
After knowing that Zhang Xiaoping liked archery, he sent people to inquire and search around, and finally bought a good bow of some age and sent it to him. The arrows were made by a professional and sent to the mountain in bundles. Over the past year,
Never stopped.
Zhang Xiaoping is also very sensible, knowing that the recognition of mother and son does not mean that he has a public identity and title. Every time he sees his mother looking at him with apologetic eyes, he tries his best to persuade her: "My mother gave birth to me, and saved me."
My love for you will be engraved in my child's heart. No matter past, present or future, you are my mother and my biological mother. It doesn't matter what else he does, as long as we, mother and child, are fine, everything will be fine."
But just ten days ago, Zhang Xiaoping's mother and her servants met Qi Laoliu and a group of bandits on their way home from the Taoist temple.
Seeing the bandits swarming down from all over the mountains and plains, she knew that she would not be spared, and she did not want her son to see her being captured and humiliated. She also knew that every time she went home, her son would see her off secretly in the woods.
She tidied her messy hair, turned to the woods and shouted: "Son, my mother has never asked you for anything in my life. Today, my mother begs you, don't come out, don't come out." After saying that, she faced a star.
The big tree hit hard...
Zhang Xiaoping had already sped up when he saw the bandits coming. He used all his strength to shuttle and jump through the woods, but his mother's voice passed through the trees and instantly dispersed his breath like a lightning strike.
He yelled out in despair: "No!"
Then... he saw his mother's body, floating gently on the ground like a ball of cotton.
He is a sensible child and has never blamed his mother. Even before he got married, every time he saw that woman's gentle, caring, doting, and apologetic eyes, every time he heard her soft words and greetings.
, all felt the deep love and sincere care.
My maternal love has never been missing, it has always been there, it has always been there...
Seeing his mother, whom he loved deeply and who loved him deeply, fall to the ground. Zhang Xiaoping's whole body's strength seemed to have gone with his mother, and he fell softly to the ground. He could not exert any strength in his body and could not even crawl.
Can't climb.
Looking at my mother's body lying on the ground, it was so far away and so close. Tears kept flowing, but my throat seemed to be mute and I couldn't make any sound...
I don't know how long it took, but my consciousness slowly returned and my strength began to gradually recover. The cries of the servants and maids who were kidnapped by the bandits still echoed in the distance.
Zhang Xiaoping got up, stumbled to his mother's side, gently held up her mother's head and shouted: "Mother, mother, wake up, wake up!"
The mother could no longer hear her son's call. She seemed to be asleep, silent and sleeping peacefully in his arms...
Zhang Xiaoping took his mother back to the Taoist temple. After hearing the news, the old Taoist came out and saw that his disciple had no tears to shed and blood was oozing from the corners of his eyes.
The master and apprentice found an open space next to the Taoist temple and buried Zhang Xiaoping's mother. That night, in the sad eyes of Ziqing Lao Taoist, he watched his beloved disciple respectfully kowtow to him three times.
He said softly: "Master raised me with great kindness, and my disciple will repay it in the next life." After saying that, he carried the bow and arrow presented by his mother and walked into the darkness of the mountain. Taoist Ziqing wanted to persuade him, but he didn't know where to start.
Zhang Xiaoping's revenge started smoothly. With his top-notch Qinggong and archery skills, as well as his wind-like movement speed, he was simply a nightmare for the bandits.
As long as the bandits were alone or in small numbers, they would kill them with one arrow. In two consecutive days, more than 20 bandits were shot and killed. In the end, Qi Laoliu went out with all his troops and searched the area around the village carefully, but no trace of Zhang Xiaoping was found.
, after the bandits returned to the mountain, Zhang Xiaoping went out again.
But he still underestimated the cunning and insidiousness of the gangster Qi Laoliu.
When Qi Laoliu retreated, he left behind some bandits to ambush him secretly. After all, Zhang Xiaoping was an inexperienced young man and stepped into the ambush of the bandits. Fortunately, Qi Laoliu ordered to capture him alive, but he was caught by the bandits with dozens of fishing nets.
Knock him out. Otherwise he would have been shot to death long ago.
How could Old Taoist Zi Qing be so confident that his beloved disciple would take risks alone? He followed Zhang Xiaoping as early as the second day after he came down from the mountain. But he was also a mountain cultivator who had great martial arts skills but no experience in fighting with others.
When he realized that something was wrong, his beloved disciple had been caught by the bandits. The old Taoist was determined to break into the village, but he was afraid of the enemy's powerful guns. He wanted to find help, but there was no one to help him. He felt that all his decades of cultivation were in vain.
usefulness.
In the end, I had no choice but to follow the rules of the world and go to worship the mountain in the name of the Wudang Clan.
Qi Laoliu welcomed the old Taoist warmly, praised the old Taoist to heaven and earth, served him good tea, and asked someone to bring Zhang Xiaoping out to meet the old Taoist. The old Taoist didn't know the dangers of the human heart. It was only after a sip of tea that he realized that he had hit the target.
It was extremely poisonous. After killing two gangsters in a sudden attack, he was captured because of the poison.
Qi Laoliu took a fancy to Zhang Xiaoping's skills, and didn't know that he and he had a grudge against his mother, so he wanted to use it for his own purposes. Now the old and the young took the blame and resorted to various methods, including all kinds of coercion and inducement, and tortured him for three consecutive days.
If Zhou Wen and the others hadn't broken down the stronghold, both of them would have died.
It's a pity that Zi Qing Lao Dao has been cultivating Wudang's internal energy for decades. He continues to consume his energy to force out poison, and his body is continuously tortured and destroyed. In fact, he is close to the edge of dissipating his energy.
After Zhou Wen helped him force poison to heal his injuries yesterday, he also knew that this skill could not be saved, so he used the Qi of Prajna to integrate the characteristics of any skill, reciprocating the favor, and transferred all his Wudang inner Qi into Zhou Wen's body to help him with luck.
After staying in the palace for several days, it was like passing on the Wudang internal skills and mental methods to Zhou Wen without any reservation.