It is said that people with different Taoist views should not work together. Fei Jingting is naturally free and easy, and his clone Yan Shuangying has no desires and pursuits. However, he met a stubborn Liang Haibin. They are both descendants of the lineage of sword immortals, but they have three different views.
Disagree.
After saying a few words, Yan Shuangying sighed, and when Liang Haibin snorted coldly, sat down and adjusted his breathing, he simply cupped his hands and turned into a stream of light to escape.
A bonfire was lit next to the tent, and the little maid Mo Xiang held the soles of her shoes by the light of the fire. Wang Mintong held the scented cheek in her hand, feeling lost in thought.
She recalled the memory over and over again, and Fei Jingting's voice and smile paused in her mind over and over again. In the end, it just turned into a sigh.
After all, she followed Wei Jiang into the Tao. There were some things that she could clearly think about, but she just didn't want to think about them. She thought about it seriously, but found that Fei Jingting only lived in her own mind.
The real Fei Jingting was not as perfect as he thought. He was lustful by nature, so he married four beautiful wives at once.
He is not the best in the world, at least Master Wei Jiang has never been afraid of him.
Over the past eight years, Wang Mintong has been thinking about Fei Jingting's gentle smile. She couldn't figure out why she remembered it so deeply. If she asked Yan Shuangying, he would definitely ridicule her for her lack of fatherly love.
Yes, although Wang Mintong's father was alive, he was mentally disturbed and often fell mad. His mother took his father to stay in Tianjin for a long time, while Wang Mintong stayed with his grandmother.
Therefore, the warm memories of childhood, coupled with the influence of serial novels, and even subsequent exposure in adolescence, make this emotion extremely complicated.
Now that she thought about it carefully, it seemed that it was all her wishful thinking. Even if she appeared in front of Fei Jingting now, what could she say and do?
The girl sighed again, and instantly felt that she should grow up and stop being indulged in fantasy.
As soon as she made the decision, she clicked on the escape light, and the spotless Yan Shuangying sat lazily on the recliner again, looking up at the starry sky and humming a tune happily.
Wang Mintong made up her mind: "Yan..."
"Huh? I told you, you have a whole day's opportunity, don't rush to speak, think carefully."
The courage Wang Mintong finally mustered up suddenly dissipated, and she looked at Yan Shuangying angrily, feeling that this person was particularly hateful.
Mo Xiang couldn't see the color, so she bit the needle and thread with her teeth, then ran over and lowered her lower body: "Brother Yan, lift your feet."
"Um?"
Comparing the soles of the shoes, Mo Xiang was satisfied: "Sure enough, they are about the same size. Hee, it's okay."
Yan Shuangying teased the little girl playfully: "You want to make shoes for me?"
"Yes, Brother Yan, you have worn those shoes for a long time, and I think the soles are almost worn out."
"Really?" The shoes under his feet were bought at random, and they were paired with a long gown, so they were naturally a pair of cloth shoes. Looking at the badly worn shoes, Yan Shuangying simply took them off and threw them away. Then he grabbed them out of thin air and found a pair of hiking boots.
appears in the hand.
"Why bother? Just change to another pair. Little girl, don't do it, you may hurt your eyes."
Mo Xiang blinked, feeling that her sincerity had fed the dog, and she threw the sole of her shoe into the fire angrily.
There was silence for a while next to the tent. Seeing that Yan Shuangying really annoyed the little girl, he immediately came over shamelessly.
"Hey? Do you want to hear a joke?"
"Do not listen!"
"Okay." The guy turned around and continued to stretch out on the recliner.
The fragrance of the ink makes my eyes filled with stars - I'm just pretentious and pretentious, can't you insist on persisting?
Mentally scolding Yan Shuangying, the sad little Mo Xiang pouted and stood up, intending to go to the tent to sleep.
As a result, halfway through, a hand handed over a ball of something.
"Okay, remember to rinse your mouth after eating. I'll take it, but it really doesn't take that much trouble." Seeing Mo Xiang being indifferent, Yan Shuangying slowly took it back: "If you don't want me, I can take it back."
Mo Xiang grabbed it and said, "You know the truth."
Chocolate is a good thing, sweet and creamy. At first I thought it tasted strange when I first ate it, but then it became more and more delicious.
Carefully tear open the package, break off a small piece and put it into your mouth. The fragrant taste immediately bloomed in the taste buds, so sweet that the little girl squinted her eyes. She turned back and handed it to her lady: "Miss, you
Try it too, it’s delicious.”
"Hmm -" The words of rejection rolled around in his mouth and then swallowed back. After all, they couldn't resist the rich taste. Wang Mintong ate a piece of it as usual, and her mood suddenly improved.
Yan Shuangying, the eagle at the other end, was looking up and jokingly said: "Just a joke, a hundred years later a group of fools actually believe that eating chocolate can help lose weight. It's ridiculous, how can you lose weight with so much sugar?"
Wang Mintong put her worries aside for the time being and wondered: "Losing weight?"
"The days will always get better and better. In the future, if you have excess nutrition, you will naturally have to lose weight."
Mo Xiang continued: "Brother Yan is talking nonsense again. There are so many people in this world who don't have enough to eat. Who has the heart to lose weight?"
"So, there is a generation gap between me and you ancients."
The two little girls have long been accustomed to Yan Shuangying's disrespectful words.
Wang Mintong simply turned to ask: "Brother Yan, what you just used was the sword control method, right?"
After all, I have practiced the art of swordsmanship, so I still have good eyesight.
"So what?"
"With Brother Yan's cultivation, he can control flying swords and go to Wudang in the blink of an eye. How can he have the heart to walk with us?"
"You may not believe it," Yan Shuangying said, "Walking can pass the time. Just fly over and get the result. I don't know how to spend the rest of the time."
He has watched all the good dramas these days, and now he has started to follow the drama "The God of Resistance". Don't tell me, this thing doesn't consider logic, it is really fun to watch. The problem is that he is not a fool, how could he not bring it?
Going to the theater with your head in mind?
The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became. He simply stood up and said, "You don't understand even after I told you. Go to sleep and go hiking tomorrow."
Turning around, the sky was gloomy, but it didn't look like it was going to rain.
The three of them packed up and set off again. The purpose of their trip was Zixiao Palace. There are nine palaces and eight temples in Wudang Mountain, and various Taoist sects have their monasteries here.
The Sanfeng Sect that Zhang Sanfeng truly taught is in the Zixiao Palace.
Zixiao Palace is vast. The three of them tied up their animals at the foot of the mountain. When they looked up, they saw a dozen Taoist priests fighting with each other on the stone steps inside the gate.
The memory of Yan Shuangying comes from the original body. The original body Fei Jingting knows one method and all methods. He has thoroughly understood the Taoist principles in the boxing with Taihe Quan alone. Now he can experience the authentic Wudang boxing and swordsmanship.
I glanced at it a few times with admiration.
Mo Xiang didn't know Kung Fu and just watched the excitement. But Wang Mintong was different. She learned the Kung Fu to defend herself from Jiang. Wei Jiang's fists, kicks, and swordsmanship were all about practicality and not about harmony. So when she saw two Taoist priests fighting in Tai Chi, she immediately felt
I can see God.
Yan Shuangying took two steps, turned around and urged: "Let's go, there's nothing to see. If you want to learn, I'll leave it to you later."
The voice was neither too loud nor too quiet, just enough for the two people who were fighting on the stone steps to hear it. The young man's face changed and he was about to argue, but the older man stopped him and asked, "A good believer has also practiced Tai Chi?"
Yan Shuangying cupped his hands politely: "I have only practiced Taihe Quan for a while."
The young Taoist couldn't help but said: "A good believer also knows Taihe Quan? It just so happens that I have been practicing for several years, how about I compete with a good believer?"
Yan Shuangying said lazily: "Forget it, you will offend people."
What is this nonsense?
The elderly Taoist priest on the side stopped the disciple and said, "The three believers came to Zixiao Palace to offer incense?"
Yan Shuangying smiled, pinched the magic formula with his hand, stretched out his hand to call, and the long sword in the sword training Taoist's hand suddenly flew over and fell into his palm.
The elder Taoist priest's face suddenly changed: "Innate Talisman, it turns out that I am a fellow Taoist. I don't know how to call him?"
"I'm here, Yan Shuangying."
The Taoist leader reported his family name: "I have met Taoist fellow Taoist Li Xiangting. I also asked the three of them to move to a quiet room. When I am poor Taoist, I have invited the master brother and offered him some fragrant tea, and then I will talk to my Taoist fellows."
"The guest does as the host does."
The Zixiao Palace is divided into three levels. The first palace is the Zixiao Palace, the second palace is the Dragon and Tiger Palace dedicated to Wang Lingguan, and the third palace is the Parents Palace.
After turning around the three halls, Li Xiangting stopped a young Taoist priest. After asking, he found out that the master brother was practicing at the stele pavilion in the back mountain.
Li Xiangting led the three of them directly around the parents' hall and arrived at the back mountain. Far away, Yan Shuangying caught a glimpse of a middle-aged Taoist priest sitting on the stele pavilion, holding Yuan Shouyi, breathing in and out like a dragon. Waiting to leave
As they got closer, Yan Shuangying keenly sensed that there were threads of inspiration escaping from the stele pavilion.
"Yuan Qi?" Wang Mintong was extremely surprised. Except in the cave on the top of Jiushan Mountain, she had never encountered inspiration again.
Li Xiangting asked the three of them to wait. After a while, the Taoist stopped the exercise, opened his eyes and looked at the few people.
Li Xiangting said to him: "Senior brother, there are three laymen who have come down from the mountain. They are members of the same Taoism."
"Oh?" The Taoist stood up and flew down. After landing, he walked freely and casually. Jishou said with a smile: "I have met all of you fellow Taoists, Cheng Xiangfeng."
"I'm here, Yan Shuangying."
"I'm Wang Mintong."
Mo Xiang had never experienced such a situation before, so she could only perform a squatting salute indiscriminately.
After everyone saw it, they were led by Cheng Xiangfeng and sat down on a stone bench in a side garden, where a little Taoist priest served tea.
After drinking a cup of tea, Yan Shuangying opened his mouth and said: "We have been wandering around the world, looking for people with the same Taoism, but I didn't expect that the Taoist Master has already achieved the cultivation level of refining energy and transforming into gods."
Although he no longer has the third eye technique, his basic eyesight is still there.
Cheng Xiangfeng was shocked when he opened his mouth: "You have good eyesight. I don't know your cultivation level..."
"almost."
Cheng Xiangfeng was a little unbelievable: "Fellow Taoist can also refine Qi to become a god? He is really... young and promising."
Cheng Xiangfeng is the twelfth generation leader of the Sanfeng Sect. He has been practicing since he was a child. After establishing the foundation, he has been practicing for more than 20 years, and he has only just passed the threshold of refining Qi. Looking at Yan Shuangying's age, he is only twenty-seven or eighty-eight years old.
, you started practicing cultivation right from your mother’s womb, right?
Yan Shuangying said: "It's not just me, Wang Mintong also cultivates like this."
Cheng Xiangfeng's eyes widened and he didn't know it at all. The girl in front of him was definitely no more than fifteen years old, so how could she become a god by refining energy?
Before Cheng Xiangfeng could make any random guesses, Yan Shuangying said, "To be honest, I came here to disturb you because I am seeking the source of my own skills."
"how do I say this?"
Putting down the tea cup, Yan Shuangying said: "Does the Taoist Master know that your sect, Master Zhang, left behind the Shen Tongqi Kung Fu?"
Cheng Xiangfeng said with a smile: "My Taoist friends are joking, this is the same contract. The ancestor has given instructions, but he has not left any skills."
This is strange. Where did Lao Tao get this agreement? Could it be that he met Zhang Sanfeng in the void world and got it from Zhenren Zhang?
Yan Shuangying knew that there was no basis for what he said, so he simply took some pen and ink and silently wrote an article about the foundation-building method and the practice method for refining and refining Qi.
After he finished writing, he stopped writing and handed it over to Cheng Xiangfeng for detailed review. Cheng Xiangfeng took it suspiciously. At first, the foundation-building method was simply inexplicable. Where could such a foundation-building method be found? Later, after refining Qi, Cheng Xiangfeng began to take it seriously.
.
Secretly deducing that the concept of this technique is exactly the same as the Shen Tongqi taught by Zhang Sanfeng. Leader Cheng began to wonder, did the founder really have this Shen Tongqi technique and then lost it?
Or maybe he was a disciple of the Patriarch who was better than his master and simply came up with this mutual agreement in an ingenious way, and then assumed the name of the Patriarch?
The more I think about it, the more likely the latter is.
Apart from other things, various Wudang boxing techniques, including Tai Chi, are said to be passed down from the founder Zhang Sanfeng. In fact, it is still unclear whether they were passed down by Zhang Sanfeng.
The secret book of the sect records that these boxing techniques and sword techniques either originated from the martial arts world, or were created by disciples themselves. They were then combined with the Taoist sect's classics and perfected by countless disciples to form what they are today.
Zhang Zhenren walked with his sword behind his back. He knew the swordsmanship and did not run away, but his boxing and kicking skills were not handed down.
After looking at it, Cheng Xiangfeng thought for a while and said: "It's wonderful, but it's a pity that there are no masters in refining the gods in the world. Moreover, Yuan Qi is very thin, so those of us who practice have only the methods of the Great Dao, but we have no access to the Great Dao itself."
Yan Shuangying said: "There are still some... There are Taoists in Longhu Mountain who are already at the peak of their innate nature, and are just one step away from becoming human immortals."
Cheng Xiangfeng sighed: "The Zhengyi lineage has a long history, so naturally it is a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger."
Wang Mintong couldn't help but said: "Mr. Fei has ascended, so he is not just a human immortal."
Cheng Xiangfeng nodded: "Fei Jingting is extremely talented. He is the first human immortal in a century. Unexpectedly, he has already ascended."
Yan Shuangying was surprised and asked, "Does the Taoist Master also know about Fei Jingting?"
Cheng Xiangfeng stroked his beard and said: "Although Wudang is closed, there are always pilgrims climbing the mountain. The news lags behind, but it is not unknown. That day Fei Jingting made a fuss in the Tianshi Mansion, but the news spread a lot."
Yan Shuangying also lamented. It was quite magical. It was obviously his own experience, but now it became another person's experience. The avatar has no human rights.
After chatting for a while, Yan Shuangying turned to the topic: "Taoist Master, may I ask whether the Sanfeng Sect is Zhengyi or Quanzhen now?"
Cheng Xiangfeng smiled and said: "Where did Zhengyi and Quanzhen come from? The Sanfeng Sect is the Sanfeng Sect."
This matter must start with the founder Zhang Sanfeng. Zhang Sanfeng entered Taoism halfway and searched for an immortal master but could not find one. Finally, he became a disciple of Huolong Zhenren at Zhongnan Mountain, and Huolong Zhenren also studied under Lu Dongbin.
Coincidentally, the founder of the Quanzhen lineage founded by Wang Chongyang was Lu Chunyang. According to this calculation, the Sanfeng sect should be of the Quanzhen lineage. But the Sanfeng sect obviously disagreed.