The old blind man had a rather loud temper and tone, but Zamao Xiaodao didn't mind. Instead, he quickly got up and came to greet him, bowed and said with a smile: "Brother Luo, I haven't seen you for many years, but you have changed too much.
At first glance, I really don’t dare to admit it, haha.”
He gathered the belongings in the old blind man's hands and put them aside, then poured tea and introduced us: "Little Poison, brother-in-law, this old gentleman is my old friend when I was wandering around the world. His surname is Luo.
Named Boyan, he was the founding disciple of the Iron-Toothed God Liu. That year I was expelled from the mountain gate, and I was devastated. But it was he who led me around for two months, and it was he who found the Iron-Toothed God Liu.
After discovering my destiny, I have not lost my way in these ten years of wandering and become a useless man in the world."
Oh, it turned out to be Guo Yizhi’s senior brother!
While I apologized to this man, I looked behind his worn sunglasses to see if he had a pair of sharp eyes.
Guo Yizhi used to pretend to be blind, but his senior brother was really blind. Seeing my doubts, he took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of scabbed eyes, and smiled, revealing his snow-white teeth.
Don't be surprised, my eyes are really blind, so don't be polite, just call me Luo Xiazi. Anyway, that's what Xiao Mao Zai called me back then.
Zamao Xiaodao laughed along with him, saying that he was ignorant back then, and he could say whatever he said smoothly. How could he dare to be so ignorant now? To be honest, I would like to point out the ruthlessness you had when you destroyed your eyes in pursuit of Taoism.
I can't call you that either.
Blind Luo sighed with emotion as he recalled the glorious past, then shook his beard, waved his hands, and said modestly that those were all things that happened when he was young, and he couldn't count them.
, Plum blossoms cut off life, looking for dragons to tap acupoints and touching bones to find pulses to cut off vitality are all literary plays, incomparable to martial arts like you.
The miscellaneous people in the street are full of flattery, saying, "Where are you, this is a mature way to plan the country, and it is a way to defeat ten thousand enemies. Hasn't Master Liu already entered the palace and plotted the fate of the country? By the way, I heard it."
Guo Yizhi said that you have already followed Master Liu into the pavilion and are walking inside. Why are you here? Could it be...
Zamao Xiaodao protracted his voice, wanting to ask him if he had followed the orders from above and came to find out the news, but the blind man from Luo waved his hands and said no, no, you are wrong. In fact, it is me.
People made some karma mistakes in the early years, but as a result, their cultivation has not improved in recent years, so they made a great vow to practice the method of helping the insane monk, wander around the world, and seek benefits and avoid harm for everyone, and free themselves from suffering.
I was sleepy, so I wandered around the world, no matter where I went. Finally, I came to the Dongting Lake without knowing it. I felt something secretly. I counted it and realized that I had an old friend here and I just came here to see him.
Hearing what the blind man from Luo said, he was really a strange man in the world of mortals. We all held our hands in admiration and praised him constantly.
During the conversation, I heard a sound coming from the stairs. When I looked up, I saw five Taoist priests in black uniforms. One of the five had a bandage on his arm and hung it on his chest, while the other had his head wrapped in a bandage.
The wound was on the left ear, and it must have been cut off by someone. The two people were dejected, but the three middle-aged Taoists leading the group were angry. After walking upstairs, they ran directly to the
Sit down at the empty table in the middle.
Looking at the faint black brand on their chests, I knew that these five people were Taoist practitioners of the Laoshan Sect.
This was considered the true master. The other party, Longhu Shan, also followed him up. In addition to the veteran Yin Ding general, there was also a short Taoist priest with similar cultivation level to him. There were also four others, all of whom were
Dressed normally, it is obvious that everyone took care of this event because they did not want to make the matter a big deal.
But something happened that made my heart skip a beat. Along with these six Taoists from the Longhu Mountain Tianshi Tao, there was actually a kid called Luo Jinlong.
Seeing him, Zamao Xiaodao and I couldn't help but look at each other. It was like we never meet again in life. Unexpectedly, we hadn't been separated for long in Sanya, and this guy came here to have sex with us again. It was really disappointing.
People were happy. As soon as Naluo Jinlong came up the stairs, he didn't make any show of it. Instead, he looked around and then walked directly towards Shaodong's house in Ciyuan Pavilion. It was obvious that the two of them knew each other.
When both parties arrived, they began to present the facts and reason. Laoshan pulled the two parties involved in the fight directly from the hospital. However, despite the fact that there was no injured person in Longhushan, the injured person was actually still in the hospital.
As for the first aid, there was no way to come and participate. This farce was caused by the younger generation. General Yin Ding and the short and fat old man Luo Dingquan next to him, the two senior uncles of the Ding generation, did not participate. Similarly, the Laoshan Sect
The leading old man came here just to stand up for his disciples and had nothing to do with him.
However, even Jianghu people, although they practice the Tao of quietness and inaction, are still breathtaking, especially those who have some skills. Therefore, when the two sides come together, they will exchange words, and the swords and guns will be very fierce.
But we are here to talk about mathematics, not the international college debate competition, where the wits are flying, whether it is right or wrong, life and death, but it has nothing to do with us, so we don’t pay much attention to it. Unknowingly,
, the snacks that the waiter just brought were eaten to pieces and scattered everywhere.
However, don't look at my mouth, and I can't hold my hands firmly. However, during every minute and second during this period, I was constantly observing the people around me.
In addition to the two parties involved, there were about thirty people gathered around the venue. It would be bragging to say that everyone was very capable, but at least about half of the people had some ability, except for Laoshan and Longhushan.
, there are three people in Ciyuan Pavilion, and the rest of the idle people who have not signed up are also in groups, each in their own department, but the master who does not make us shine or feel threatened is General Yin Ding, and Luo Dingquan belongs to Maoshan
A master of the Ding generation who is the leader of second-generation disciples is not worth a penny in our eyes.
Time flies like water, and before we know it, our horizons have reached this point. Looking back, we feel a little proud.
Zamao Xiaodao didn't care about the fight in the field, but was chatting with Naluo Blind Man in a low voice about his experiences over the years. However, in this place, he wouldn't mention too much. He talked about it in a hurry, not deeply or superficially, but
Our identity will not be exposed. That blind man Luo is a wonderful man, and his words are ambiguous. I feel that the ability of the Zamao Xiaodao to deceive others on the streets in the past may have been learned from this old man.
However, after all, practitioners are not street gangsters or fellow women in the vegetable market. It is not a matter of quarreling with each other. In the end, it still depends on the strength at hand, so the elders of both parties made an agreement to discuss Taoism and practice.
Having said this, I was a little excited. We came here today. In addition to inquiring about the news, we just wanted to have some fun. So we all cheered up and prepared to see what kind of competition they were using. Soon,
They agreed on a method, and it turned out that it was not the full martial arts that I liked, but a spiritual confrontation.
The so-called spiritual confrontation, which I have talked about relatively little, is actually a battle of spiritual will. Both parties constantly exert mental pressure on each other, and in the indescribable Qi field, they press their own Qi onto the other party, forming a kind of will.
If the overwhelming force reaches a certain level, if the person being suppressed does not move his body and activate his essence and blood, he may be in some danger or even fake his death.
In fact, this kind of thing has been recorded in ancient times. It can be regarded as a more elegant kind of competition between Taoist monks. When Wu Chengen wrote "Journey to the West", he said that Tang Monk had a fight with the great immortal Huli in Chechi Kingdom.
Sitting meditation comes from this method. However, although Tang Monk was profound in Buddhist teachings, he could not understand the mystery of it. He only thought that he could sit still and still. Later, Wu Chengen arranged for Sun Hou'er to go up and cause trouble, which is in line with this principle.
This is an aside from the topic, not enough to describe. Let’s just say that Laoshan and Longhushan agreed on the method of this competition, and immediately sent two disciples with similar qualifications to come forward, each sitting on the Eight Immortals Table, but they were not separated by each other.
Two meters apart, they sat looking at each other, frowning, but their minds immediately met.
The two of them sit opposite each other. People who don't know how to do it will naturally look very boring. However, those who can touch the changes in the Qi field with their spiritual thoughts can immediately feel the changes in strength and weakness. One will decrease and the other will increase.
It disappears again, comes and goes, but the excitement in it is really beautiful, and it deeply attracted the attention of everyone at our table.
However, the disciples selected by both sides were of similar seniority, and their strength was equally matched. For a while, there was no clear winner.
At first, I carefully felt the changes in the Qi field in the space. However, a minute later, Zamao Xiaodao touched me inadvertently and said, "Little Poison, on the left side by the window, those two people always look at you casually,
What's the point?
After being reminded by the Zamao Trail, I casually glanced over with my peripheral vision and saw two men sitting by the window. They both looked very ordinary. I just took a cursory glance and didn't pay much attention to it. After taking a closer look, I saw them.
The faces of these two people were stiff, but they were covered with human skin masks. However, the masks were quite different from our Yang Cao's ancestral craftsmanship, so I could barely tell.
The shorter of the two people had a very keen sense. He felt my attention glanced over and immediately looked away. I frowned and was about to take a closer look when I heard Blind Man Luo next to me sigh in a low voice: