The wine bug is a kind of poisonous insect. It is not very useful. If the wine bug attaches to the body, it will make the host addicted to alcohol and will not get drunk after a thousand cups. On weekdays, just a jar of water is needed to dissolve the wine bug into it. , it can be turned into a jar of fine wine.
This poisonous insect is widely circulated among the people and is also recorded in Pu Songling's "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio".
Fu Yunzhao relied on the wine bug to knock down dozens of Beiyang soldiers and Marshal Lu and escape. This girl usually seems unreliable and very jumpy, but it is just like what she said. Carry clearly the weight.
"Young Marshal?"
"Young Marshal!"
Lu Xiaojia woke up from a drowsy state and felt a splitting headache.
Moo Yao Shao was said to be mild, but it was mixed with Huadiao and drank together. Even an experienced wine drinker like Lu Xiaojia couldn't stand it. He rubbed his swollen temples and squinted to see clearly that it was the follower who woke him up.
Lu Xiaojia was confused for a while, thinking about the three major issues in life, and then remembered where he was. He looked around and asked, "Where is Miss Fu?"
"Well, Miss Fu left the book and rode away on a bay-red horse."
"Leave a letter? Where is the letter?"
The follower hurriedly handed a note to Lu Xiaojia. Lu Xiaojia unfolded it and saw a line of words written on it: "You are too drunk. Come to me after you have finished practicing."
The follower saw Marshal Lu staring at the note with eyes wide open. He thought he had touched the Marshal's brow, so he said in anger: "Young Marshal, you want me to say that Miss Fu is just playing tricks on you. Good fellow, there are more than ten Jar of wine, she went to the toilet several times, and all the brothers drank in the end. How could a little girl like her have such a large amount of alcohol? I think it was probably because she vomited after drinking in front of her... She can run like a monk. If we can’t go to the temple, I think we might as well go to Tianmu Mountain tomorrow.”
Unexpectedly, the young marshal waved his hand: "Even if you vomit after drinking it, can you bear to drink so much wine?"
"Forehead……"
The young marshal stood up while holding on to the table, and exclaimed: "She is indeed the woman I like, her drinking capacity alone is extraordinary. Forget it, I will go back to Shanghai tomorrow, wait for me to practice, and then find some massive ones. Follow and you will always win back the beauty."
The follower blinked, unable to understand the young marshal's brain circuit. If it were someone else, the young marshal would look at him, and the follower would talk a few words. How many women can withstand the young marshal's reputation? It's not Baba's investment. A hug?
Even if there were a few chaste and martyr women, wouldn't the young marshal still succumb obediently to some tricks? How can it be so troublesome?
The young marshal took two steps, immediately held onto the wall, and after a while he said, "I can't walk today. I'm going to find an inn to rest for the night. I'll go back to Shanghai tomorrow."
"Hey, I'll ask someone to make arrangements right now."
Not to mention the young Marshal Lu Xiaojialu who is out of his mind and wants to pursue love, let’s just talk about Tianmu Mountain.
Fei Jingting originally thought that Marshal Lu would not give up and would come back to the mountains soon. For this reason, he had made preparations to say goodbye early.
Lu Xiaojia is the son of Lu Yongxiang, and Lu Yongxiang is the local military governor. Fei Jingting cannot kill his son and me together, otherwise it will always leave trouble for the master. Therefore, the Thirty-six Stratagems are the best.
Unexpectedly, Marshal Lu didn't know what he was thinking. After Fu Yunzhao came back that day, he didn't come to the mountain to disturb him again.
After worrying for a few days, Fei Jingting put the matter aside and concentrated on collecting the Tiangang Qi. In the blink of an eye, August came to an end, and the rainy season in Jiangnan ended. The weather became sunny, and Fei Jingting's cultivation progress also accelerated a little.
Condensing Tiangang is an ink-and-wash technique. After more than twenty days, Fei Jingting finally collected enough Tiangang Qi. The next step is to collect the Qi of Earthly Evil, which is Yin evil.
This Yin evil spirit is much easier than the Golden evil spirit and Tiangang. Fei Jingting found a place where the Yin evil spirits gathered without much trouble, and used the secret method taught by Wang Jingxuan to capture it. In just three days, the Yin evil spirit was eliminated.
The Qi is trapped in the spleen.
At this point, Fei Jingting has truly mastered the art of swordsmanship.
In the pine forest at the back of the mountain, Fei Jingting silently circulated his true energy, loosened the packages of true energy in the heart, lungs and spleen, and allowed the three qi of Jinsha, Tiangang and Earthly Sha to converge at Yunmen. The three qi gathered and then followed the Taiyin and Lung Meridians in his hands from Shaoshang
It surged out and covered the long sword. Fei Jingting calmly concentrated on it, suddenly opened his eyes, and slashed out the long sword in his hand.
But he saw a ray of sword slashing out, and a pine tree as thick as a bowl was cut three steps in front of him!
The sword light continued unabated and cut a long sword mark on the cliff behind the pine tree.
The sound of slaps came from above. Fu Yunzhao sat on a tree branch, kicked his calves, clapped his hands and cheered: "Brother Jingting is so awesome!"
Letting the pine tree fall down and looking at the sword marks on the stone wall, Fei Jingting was thoughtful. The Qi of the Golden Evil was indeed fierce and sharp. Fei Jingting could not achieve this level with pure Qi.
The sword radiance is ready again, and it has crossed the threshold of swordsmanship. After that, it is a long period of hard work to condense the mixed energy into silk threads. The sword body is attached with the sword energy, controlled by the silk threads, and is indestructible within the sight.
Wang Jingxuan's voice came from behind: "Jing Ting's talent is so good that he will be the envy of all Taoist cultivators in the world. He has already practiced the sword glow after just two months of training. I'm afraid it won't take more than ten years for Jing Ting to be able to master this technique."
Complete mastery of the sword."
Fei Jingting turned around, bowed and clasped his fists: "Master."
"Well." The old Taoist priest came over, looked at Fei Jingting happily and said, "Now that he has mastered the sword light, it is probably time for Jingting to go down the mountain, right?"
Fei Jingting pondered for a moment and said honestly: "Yes, Master obviously sees it."
He came here to look for opportunities. He had visited several caves and blessed places before and found nothing. He only learned the swordsmanship from Wang Jingxuan. Although this swordsmanship made up for Fei Jingting's ability to defend against enemies, it can be said that
After all, it was just a technique, not a technique that could increase Fei Jingting's cultivation.
It was now the end of August, and Fei Jingting planned to visit a few more fairy mountains to see if there was a place full of spiritual energy similar to the spiritual spring in Tianmu Mountain, so that he could gather his spiritual energy and open the remaining eleven meridians.
"This is indeed the reason why my disciples are unfilial."
Wang Jingxuan said: "When fate comes, people gather together, and when fate goes, they scatter. Jingting doesn't have to worry about it. Being a teacher will naturally lead to the fate of being a teacher."
After a pause, the old Taoist priest continued: "It's just that Jingting must be careful. The art of sword immortals is not limited to Jingming's family. Each family has its own improvements in the art of sword immortals. I know two lines, one is Qingcheng, and the other is Qingcheng.
The art of Sword Immortal is passed down through the art of fake elixir."
"Fake elixir?"
"Behead a monster with advanced cultivation level and obtain the demon elixir for your own use. This is a fake elixir. It can increase your cultivation level dramatically in a short period of time. Although you can't make any further progress from now on, the skill of the Sword Immortal will make the general extremely powerful. In addition, it will be extremely powerful.
The whole lineage is passed down from master to disciple, and the master estimated that the time has come, so he transferred the inner elixir passed down to his disciple, so that although there would be losses, it would not hinder his practice."
Fei Jingting thought thoughtfully, there are countless ways to practice in this world, and there are really all kinds of evil ways. There are fake elixir techniques that use demon elixirs as inner elixirs, and there are also techniques passed down from master to disciple. But Wang Jingxuan said this
do what?
"I'm telling you this. First, I want you to be careful not to offend others easily. Even if you offend someone, you must be more careful. You may not be able to deal with the right person. If you don't deal with it carelessly, you may not be able to deal with it casually if you have strange skills.
Secondly, if you find a successor of the Sword Immortal passed down from master to disciple, you can ask him for advice. The deadline for becoming a master is not far away, there is no hope of becoming an immortal, and it is useless to leave a whole body to cultivate, so it is better to help Jingting.
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"Master!"
Fei Jingting was really moved. It had only been two months since he became a disciple. The old Taoist taught by words and deeds, and passed on all his skills to Fei Jingting. Later, he also planned to pass on his cultivation to Fei Jingting. Only then did he understand that his master was
An apprentice is completely different from a master and apprentice a hundred years later.
Seeing that Fei Jingting was moved, the old Taoist laughed and said: "Why do you have to act like a child? Birth, old age, illness and death are human nature. Besides, you, master, and I still have a few years to live, so I won't die for a while."
Patting Fei Jingting on the shoulder, the old Taoist Master said: "I only hope that you will succeed in your practice in the future and attain the Tao and soar. Even if you fail, you will still find a disciple with excellent character to pass on the art of sword immortality."
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"Yes, disciple, remember the master's orders!"
Nodding, Wang Jingxuan said nothing, turned around and returned to the Taoist temple.
Fei Jingting looked at Wang Jingxuan's back in confusion. Fu Yunzhao did not know when it fell beside him. The little girl seemed to feel Fei Jingting's sadness, and after a long time she asked: "Brother Jingting, are we going down the mountain?"
Fei Jingting glanced at him, nodded, and sighed: "Yes, we don't have much time to go...but before I leave, I have to go to Lin'an to buy some things."
"Okay, okay, then I'll go too."
The next day, just before noon, a strange news came from Lin'an City.
It is said that a man and a woman spent a lot of money. Not only did they empty out Chen Ji's rice shop, they also bought ten pigs, chickens, ducks, fish, meat and cloth. In just one morning, they spent tens of thousands of dollars.
With the shortage of fabrics in Lin'an, even the price of rice rose by two cents. Immediately, there were rumors that the north and the south would fight again, and the land south of the Yangtze River would become a battlefield in the blink of an eye.
As soon as this news came out, people immediately started to hoard rice grains. Even though the county government suppressed the rumors several times, they had no choice but to let it go. Some unscrupulous merchants raised prices and hoarded rice grains, hoping that the next day, rice grains from Qiantang would be delivered.
When the rice arrived, the price of rice suddenly plummeted, and the unscrupulous businessman lost all his money and could only dance at home and scold his mother.
The instigator had already returned to Tianmu Mountain on a motorcycle.
Although he had already seen what Fei Jingting had up his sleeve, Fa Hui was still stunned by Fei Jingting's generosity!
There is a warehouse of japonica rice; ten fat pigs are eating pig grass in the back mountain; a quiet room has been set aside for cloth; several large water tanks of sauce and vinegar; yellow sauce, a place...
Fa Hui pointed at Fa He who smashed the sauce jar and scolded: "I told you to be careful and take less at a time, but you didn't listen! I will punish you for a month!"
After unloading his things, Fei Jingting went straight to his master's quiet room. Only when he arrived did he realize that Wang Jingxuan had already gone to practice in a cave in the back mountain.
Fei Jingting thought, even though the master said something grand, he was reluctant to be separated, so he avoided this scene, right?
"Brother Jingting, your master seems to be avoiding you."
"I know." Fei Jingting rubbed Fu Yunzhao's head, sighed, lifted his robe, knelt down on the ground, kowtowed three times respectfully toward the master's room, stood up and said, "Master, this disciple is unfilial.
I cannot stay in front of you for a long time. If I succeed in cultivating the Tao one day, I will return to the mountain to serve my master."
After saying that, Fei Jingting took a deep breath, turned around and walked down the mountain.
Fu Yunzhao hurriedly caught up, turned around and waved to Jingfang: "Old Taoist Master, brother Jingting and I will come to see you again in the future!"