Chapter 2 Fengguan Wenbao talks about flower guests, laughing at people who read books for a lifetime
Henghua had a dark face and slapped the table directly: "Old man, you want me to go out and fight with someone like me who is a talented person who teaches scriptures and studies? That's the job of Third Brother and the others."
The exercise deduction is at a critical moment, how can you go out distractedly at this time?
Xiang Feng: "..."
He swallowed his words silently, but he didn't intend to take Xiao Liu'er out.
Xiaoliu has never gone out seriously since he moved into Langhuan Hall thirty years ago. His fighting skills are too low.
If you take him there, won't you be burdening yourself?
He thought with disdain: Researchers who teach scriptures and perform techniques can just be protected within the clan.
"If you are told to go, just go. There is so much nonsense. You are a boy who never leaves the house and never steps forward. He is more delicate than a little girl. Letting you go out and see the world will be good for your future."
"It's no good. It will delay my practice. I, a member of the sutra-teaching clan who deduce the techniques, is the brains of the entire Fu family. The future practice of the entire Fu family depends on me. My existence is the hope of the Fu family. !”
Fu Henghua pointed at the tip of his nose, without any shame: "I am extremely weak in combat. If something goes wrong if I go out, it will be the biggest loss to the Fu family. Don't ever say you are sorry for my parents, let alone all my ancestors." .Under the Nine Springs, great-grandfather and great-great-grandfather will whip you."
"You kid..."
Fudanwei was furious. If this grandson hadn't been raised by himself, he would have been slapped to death.
"Whip me with a whip? I'll whip you bastard to death first."
I am a great golden elixir monk, who would dare to talk to me like this on weekdays?
"There is no need to discuss this matter, and you don't want to think about it, you haven't been out for many years."
"Nonsense, I went out the day before yesterday."
"Yes, I came to Panlong Pavilion to pay my respects to me. I didn't even go out to Panlong Island."
"It's not that close from Langhuan Pavilion to Longshou Peak, okay?"
Fudanwei said with contempt on his face: "It's only a few miles away, and you can reach the foundation building level in just a few seconds without even having to walk, and you don't even have to take your shoes with you.
"After greeting me the day before yesterday, I had a bowl of bimilong bamboo rice and an arowana cooked for three hundred years."
Panlong Island is not a big place, but it occupies the lower-grade Panlong Spiritual Veins. Here, grains are grown and fish and livestock are raised freely. Being nourished by the spiritual veins, they naturally turn into spiritual valleys and spiritual fish.
This type of food is no worse than elixirs for monks.
"By the way, take away the ruby ornaments I placed in the study room - by the way, where is my 'Hundred Birds Paying Attention to the Phoenix'?"
Fudanwei scanned around and couldn't see where the ornament was.
Fu Henghua's eyes wandered for a moment: "It's on the third floor."
Sold, no, prepared to sell. Continue to buy zombie figurines and teach the techniques to our grandparents.
As a monk who performs Kung Fu and transmits Dharma, Fu Henghua naturally does not simply help others calculate Kung Fu. He is also calculating his own practice method.
And he looked down on low-level exercises, and was determined to tailor a top-level exercise for himself.
In addition, when the elders in the family did not agree, the old man had to calculate the Infant Transformation Technique.
Naturally, the pocket money the old man gave him on weekdays was not enough. He needed to constantly go to the old man to act coquettishly, play in the autumn breeze, and exchange things for money.
Even this is not enough, he also needs to help others demonstrate exercises and translate ancient books from time to time in exchange for money.
but--
No one would pay any attention to Master Yan, who was not well-known outside. He was clearly in the business of "tailor-made exercises", but not many people believed him.
Rather than finding an unknown magician, wouldn't it be better to ask each major sect to copy a copy of the exercises?
Compared with one that is specially made for oneself, there are those that are ready-made and have been passed down for hundreds of years and are practiced by everyone, which makes people believe.
The only one who asked him to customize exercises.
The first demonic monk, after Henghua calculated the technique and the opponent just got it, immediately turned against him and wanted to kill him. As a result, the opponent and the Qiankun Bag were turned into ashes.
Naturally, Henghua couldn't get the remaining money, and he couldn't become famous.
The second immortal monk took away Fu Henghua's custom-made skills and disappeared. So far, he only paid a deposit. He was so angry that his liver ached in those days, and he almost went to his grandfather to ask for help in hunting him down.
But he didn't dare to speak out, so he could only suffer silently.
Because the Fu family does not allow Fu Henghua to perform private exercises to others, let alone customize them privately. If Fu Danwei knew about it, he would be the first to break his grandson's legs.
Fu Xiangfeng stepped forward to comfort his grandfather with words.
"You need to calm down. If Xiao Liu'er doesn't want to go out, then he won't go out. Later, let him go to your place to say hello more often, three times a day, as a training exercise."
Henghua's eyes widened and he stared at Fu Xiangfeng.
What a loss. Three times a day, how can I still have time to study and perform?
"Do I care how many times he greets you? I plan to let him go out! Do you know how many years he hasn't left the island?"
He gestured to Fu Xiangfeng: "Ten years, exactly ten years! This kid spends all day in the library. How can he ever leave Langhuan Hall on weekdays?"
Henghua yawned and was too lazy to listen to the old man's complaints.
After ten years, I’m tired of hearing about it. I’m still thinking about which book to read tonight. Techniques? No, I’ll practice Qigong. Forget it, let’s just talk about it...
"The farthest he walks in a day is from Langhuan Pavilion to Longshou Hall in front. Tell him not to just sit, but to walk around more. He never listens!"
"Why don't I exercise?"
The young man came back to his senses, bared his teeth and said, "I exercise a lot on weekdays."
"Yeah, come on, let me tell you, third brother, how do you exercise?"
Henghua raised his chin and said confidently: "Practice the whip technique and the wind-controlling light body technique."
"Tch - the whipping method? You take a spinning top and a whip and beat them around the gate of Langhuan Pavilion a few times a day. Is that exercise? Do you mean to say that you practice the whipping method?"
Xiangfeng opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.
"Balance work and rest, understand? My "Changchun Gong" requires stillness and no movement. Breathing some air and getting some sunshine every day is enough."
Anyway, it's just a transition, and his real skills will be revealed soon. Then he will have to break up his skills and practice again, so why bother to practice hard?
I chose "Eternal Spring Gong" because this exercise has the strongest effect of extending life and preserving beauty.
Now Henghua's face is as tender as when he was fourteen or fifteen years old, all thanks to the beauty-preserving effect of "Changchun Gong".
Xiangfeng watched his grandfather and his cousin arguing, sighed, and didn't bother to pay attention.
After all, the cousin who was raised by his grandfather is not afraid of his grandfather's hot temper at all.
He calmly looked at the interior decoration of the hall. There were four screens in the center of the hall, separated by a small study room. There were not only tables, chairs, bookcases, but also incense tables, tea tables, musical instruments, and ancient cabinets. There were various items on the cabinets.
Various exquisite furnishings.
Suddenly, his eyes were attracted by a strange tower building on the cabinet.
The tall building has no cornices and corners. It is square and square, and is a palm-sized rectangular parallelepiped.
Seeing that the object was white in color, Xiang Feng mistakenly thought it was an ornament carved from ivory. But when he walked over and took a closer look, he found that it was actually made of long-grained rice.
This is the dragon scale rice produced on Panlong Island.
The grains of rice are warm and white, hollow inside, and there is a hut in each grain of rice. Eight or nine huts are stacked on one floor, and then the grains of rice are stacked on top of each other. The scenes in the houses are different. There are even children, old and young, in some of the huts.
Playing and reading.
After careful calculation, this palm-sized rectangular high-rise building actually has hundreds of rooms.
"Such exquisite craftsmanship. Although I have been practicing for a long time and have mastered swordsmanship, I have never been good at such subtle things."
Over there, the grandfather and grandson were arguing to no avail, and saw Xiang Feng staring at the small ornaments in a daze.
Fu Danwei hummed: "Now, do you know how idle your cousin is on weekdays? He is hiding in the library with nothing to do, making rice sculptures and sand sculptures. What's the use of playing with things to lose one's spirit?"
"Art, this is art. And practicing manual skills is helpful for forming seals and casting spells."
"Tch—you have this skill, why not practice your sword well? When you are walking outside, your skill in making spells and casting spells is enough to make several sword strikes."
Over there, the grandfather and grandson started to quarrel again.
Xiang Feng stared at the tall rice-carved building, and saw a handful of gravel arranged into squares next to it. Each grain of sand had a very tiny word carved on it. If Xiang Feng hadn't been an expert in cultivation and had a sharp gaze, he probably wouldn't have been able to see clearly:
The spirit does not wander out, the essence does not leak, and the qi does not dissipate.
When the Five Elements and Four Symbols enter the middle palace, why worry about the golden elixir not forming its own knot?
There are true stars inside and corresponding outside, and the sky is filled with flowers and white snow falling.
One yang comes to return to Haizijiao, and Tuanluan Moon appears in the middle.
…
Xiang Feng understood it carefully and found that this poem was actually a spiritual practice.
He secretly marveled at his cousin's accomplishments in performing martial arts.
After thinking about it, he felt ashamed: his third uncle and his third aunt passed away, and his cousin moved to Langhuan Hall alone. I usually took good care of him, and I consciously repaid my uncle and aunt's kindness. But now my cousin is carving words on the sand and making sculptures on the rice.
It shows how lonely we are on weekdays. This is our negligence.
After thinking about it, he said to Fu Henghua: "As family monks, we should work hard and make contributions to the family. If you stay at home every day, how can you do anything for the family..."
Seeing Fu Henghua flashing his identity jade badge, Xiang Feng suddenly remembered his identity and responsibilities, and suppressed the next words.
"I don't just enjoy the protection of the family. I have made much more contributions to the family than you, third brother. When you go out to conquer territory, you only record one big merit or a few small merits. But I calculate merit for the clan all day long.
Dharma, great merit...haha...in terms of merit, I alone can compare with all of our peers."
"Ahem..."
Xiang Feng decisively changed his explanation: "Staying in the library every day will make you bored sooner or later. You should go out more often to see the scenery and socialize with people. It can cultivate your sentiments and increase your knowledge."
"There is gold in the book, and there is human kindness in the book. I am guarding the Langhuan Pavilion, and I can see the various aspects of the world, the joys and sorrows in the book. It's very good."
"Isn't this lonely? Apart from Xiaoyu and Hengshou, you are too lonely and lonely."
Think about it carefully. If my grandfather is no longer here ten years later, and the others in Baihuangtang move away, and only my cousin stays on Panlong Island, wouldn’t it be even more lonely?
Xiangfeng immediately understood his grandfather's loving heart and persuaded him to travel.
But after hearing this, Fu Henghua shook his head: "I read and have fun every day, perform mystical skills, and have a lot of friends to accompany me. It's good, I'm not lonely at all."
"Friends?"
Fu Xiangfeng looked strange and subconsciously looked at Fu Danwei.
He stayed in the library all day, where did he get his friends?
Fudanwei thought of something, sneered twice, and stood to one side with his arms folded: "Boy, introduce those friends of yours to your third brother."
Henghua rolled his eyes and was too lazy to pay attention to him: "Old man, my name is Fengya, do you understand Fengya?"
"Scorched branches and withered leaves will die at the end of the year; pieces of clay and porcelain will break if touched. How can we say that these dead things are 'elegant'?"
Seeing his grandfather and grandson talking in circles, Xiang Feng said kindly: "If you have friends, please introduce me to Brother Yu. By chance, Brother Yu is back this time with a lot of gifts, so I can give him a meeting gift."
"That's not necessary. Third brother, just give it all to me."
Xiang Feng smiled and said: "Your share is indispensable. But everyone of your friends should also have a share."
After listening, Henghua pointed at the desk.
A piece of utensils flew on the table.
"Come, come, come and pay tribute to my third brother."
First, several brushes flew towards each other and transformed into slender men of letters, nodding to Fu Xiangfeng.
"This is a letter from my family, nicknamed 'Jinxin Chushi'. My confidants have been seeing each other day and night, and have been inseparable for thirty years."
Another pair of gold scissors for cutting paper flew over with a "click, click, click" and circled around Xiangfeng three times, making the appearance of a woman in gold clothes.
Henghua said again: "This is Qi Sifeng, whose elegant work is 'Kuaige Yinjun'."
"..."
Fu Xiangfeng's face was stiff and he could no longer maintain his smile.
Then another seal flew over.
"This is Mr. Mingxin."
Heng Hua clapped his hand, and the magic power was injected into the seal. It turned into a young man in white who was similar to Heng Hua.
With a smile on his face, the young master bowed to Feng Ji and then returned to the table.
Xiang Feng opened his mouth and stared at these study objects in stunned silence.
Pen holder, water holder, paperweight, inkstone...
Henghua called the names one by one, asked them to transform into human forms and salute, then returned to their original places.
Finally, a bamboo cage came bouncing from the bed. There were two small balls inside that were shaking back and forth, and the bells were ringing.
Henghua: "Summer started the day before yesterday, and the weather is getting hotter. My new favorite now is definitely 'Mrs. Bamboo'."
Bamboo lady, also known as Qingnu. Bamboo utensils are used to keep cool in summer.
She transformed into a beauty in green clothes, bowed deeply to Xiang Feng, and returned to Chuang Hall again.
Taking a deep breath, Fu Xiangfeng forced a smile: "Cousin, are these your so-called friends?"
How boring would it be to give Wen Bao a name and an official title?
"That's not all. There are also a group of flower customers outside my library."
"When spring comes, watch the coquettish girls fighting and dancing for favor. In summer, talk about mysteries with the people of Youxi. In the golden autumn, go to the birthday guest banquet and eat rock guest cinnamon wine. In the third winter, sleep with the cold and wait for the spring dawn."
Xiangfeng listened to him and was confused for a moment.
Fudanwei hummed: "This boy is talking about the flowers and plants at the entrance of the library.
"The demonic ones are peach blossoms. The beautiful ones are apricot blossoms. When spring comes, he looks out the window to see the peaches and apricots vying for beauty. The secluded stream is a thing of orchids and lotus, which is loved by Taoist monks like us. It can be used to talk about Taoism. Shouyan is gold
Ying, Osmanthus. When admiring the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, he went into the chrysanthemum bush and drank sweet-scented osmanthus wine. The so-called cold guests were plum blossoms and wintersweet. In winter, when all the flowers withered, he, plum blossoms and wintersweet waited for the coming spring together.
"He has lived in the library for thirty years, and he has watched thirty rounds of spring, summer, autumn and winter here."
Name the flower for leisure.
Xiang Feng thought for a while and asked tentatively: "Xiao Liu'er plans to enlighten these flowers and trees and create some flower and tree elves?"
When he was traveling abroad, he also saw a monk keeping a harem of flower spirits and having fun every day.
"The success of plants and trees all depends on chance. If flower guests like me have this chance, I will not be stingy in teaching the Dharma. If it is just the cycle of the four seasons, withering and prospering, then let them be."
Having lived in two lifetimes and spent thirty years cultivating himself in the library, Henghua has a very understanding mentality.
"Okay, third brother, grandfather. You don't have to worry about me. If I feel bored, I will go out and walk around."
Seeing that Xiangfeng wanted to persuade him again, Henghua pointed to the fish pond outside the door and said: "These fish are playing and swaying in the water. Do you think they are happy or miserable?"
"I'm not a fish, how can I know their happiness and suffering?"
"Third brother is not a fish and does not understand the happiness of fish. He is also not me and does not know my happiness."
Read the book and act at ease.
The only thing Henghua is worried about right now is his grandfather's remaining ten years of life.
For this reason, he will soon be traveling around, but not now.
Fengmen Island, there is no point in going there.
But Vodanwei’s attitude was very firm this time:
"There is no room for rejection in this matter. Go with your third brother and go around. No matter how you deduce the skills, your own practice cannot be left behind. I don't want to hear anymore that a foundation-building monk cannot survive the Qi refining period and becomes a person of various kinds.
A big family joke.”
Suddenly, Fu Henghua was silent.
He crossed his arms and seemed to be thinking about something.
Fu Danwei realized that the other party was speechless, and with a face full of shame, he continued: "Although the boy from the Wei family is a swordsman prodigy, and he has recently joined the East China Sea Sword Sect. But back then you couldn't beat the Qi Refining stage in the foundation building stage, you
Aren’t you ashamed?”
The Wei family and the Fu family have an old feud.
Ten years ago, Fu Danwei tried hard to persuade this boy to go out once. However, he encountered a genius from the Wei family blocking the door. Not only did the boy fail miserably, he even used this as an excuse to hide in the Langhuan Pavilion and never go out again.
He said that it was too dangerous outside for a wise man like him to make calculations.
"When I was your age, even if I could defeat all the invincible opponents around me, I would not lose to a mere little Qi-refining monk."
Heng Hua said faintly: "Today is the seventh day of April. Calculating the time, the idiot from the Wei family should be dead, right?"
"Death? Can you still tell whether he is dead or not?"
When Xiang Feng heard about the genius of the Wei family's sword cultivation, his heart moved and his eyes became subtle.
"It's no shame to lose once," Fu Danwei said earnestly, "Go back and go out with your third brother honestly, and improve your fighting level. Win again next time. You know, no one can win forever. Just once.
Defeat is nothing."
"Grandpa believes that with your talent, you will be able to defeat that kid next time you meet him."
No, don't believe it.
Fudanwei didn't believe from the bottom of his heart that a lazy guy like him who was not good at fighting could beat that fencing prodigy.
That was a swordsman prodigy who swept across the younger generation. According to their estimation, that boy would be able to forge the golden elixir of the Great Dao in just eighty years.
However, letting my grandson go out to see the scenery and have more freedom is one of the few things I can do before I die.
Thinking of this and looking at the two grandsons in front of him, Fudanwei fell into sadness.
"Look back, I will pass on my magic weapon to you. If you meet that guy again, just——"
"Grandpa, maybe there is no need to fight. If Xiao Liuer meets Wei Xingyu again..."
"We can definitely win!"
Fudanwei came back to his senses and winked at Xiangfeng frequently.
Although he knew he couldn't win, he still had to say something nice to get this kid out.
Xiang Feng said helplessly: "When I came back, I did see people from the Donghai Sword Sect going to the Wei family to report the funeral. There is a high probability that it was Wei Xingyu."
When Tianzu was young, he loved reading, was fond of elegance, and often had fun with flowers, so he named Wen Bao. Today, Wen Bao Ya is called Wen Bao Ya, which actually comes from this.
——"The Chronicles of the Fu Family·The Biography of Fu Henghua"