"Old Tang, this is more important for me. You go for a walk in the yard first, and I'll be right back!"
Ye Tian had no intention of talking nonsense with Tang Wenyuan at this time. He waved his hand and walked into the living room. Although there was still a faint pain from the injury on his spine, as long as he did not run quickly, it would not have a great impact on Ye Tian's body.
"This... ugh!"
Although Tang Wenyuan is a well-known rich man in the Chinese circle and has a prominent status in Hongmen, he really has no temper at all in front of Ye Tian.
In terms of financial resources, Ye Tian made four to five billion US dollars from the Queen, and his net worth has surpassed that of Tang Wenyuan.
In terms of background, Ye Tian's status in Hongmen was far higher than that of Tang Wenyuan, so Mr. Tang, who was surrounded by people outside, could only wait outside the door obediently.
Fortunately, Ye Tian's villa was full of spiritual energy, so Tang Wenyuan didn't feel irritated. After staying there for more than half a month, the age spots on his face had faded a lot.
After arriving at the living room, Ye Tian saw that everyone was already seated and shouted quickly: "Xiao Tian, soak the Dahongpao you brought from the capital!"
"Junior brother Ye, you are not kind. I haven't drank from your Dahongpao yet. It couldn't be from those trees at the foot of the mountain, right?"
After hearing Ye Tian's words, the Gou Xin family laughed. They were all old and refined, and their ability to cultivate Qi was far beyond that of young people. No one was in a hurry to ask about Nan Huaijin's trip to Qingcheng Mountain.
"Senior Brother, Master and I picked this tea from those three tea trees. There are only a dozen leaves left. Master hand-fried it back then. I originally wanted to keep it as a souvenir."
Ye Tian heard the words and called out to Chong Tian Qu. When the old Taoist emerged, apart from passing him the compass and the position of the sect leader, all that was left was some scriptures and some tea leaves.
After all, Ye Tian has a young heart, and he didn't like drinking tea in the past few years. This was the last time he went to pay homage to his master, and he found this at home, and he kept it and was reluctant to drink it.
"Xiaotian, don't take it." Nan Huaijin called out to Zhou Xiaotian, looked at Ye Tian and said, "Junior brother Ye, I feel guilty drinking this tea!"
"No, Senior Brother Nan, your kindness is worth this tea!"
Although Ye Tian felt nervous, he still said with a smile on his face: "Senior brothers are all people who know tea. Let's try the tea roasted by my father today. Xiaotian, hurry up and get it!"
"Hey, I'll go right away!" Zhou Xiaotian agreed, turned around and went upstairs.
At this time, only the three brothers Ye Tianshi and Nan Huaijin were left in the living room. Gou Xinjia asked: "Brother Huaijin, is that senior no longer alive?"
To be honest, although Brother Ye Tian and others have great expectations for Nan Huaijin's trip, they are also prepared to be disappointed.
You should know that Nan Huaijin is now over eighty years old, but when he lived in seclusion in Qingcheng and asked questions, he was only in his early twenties, which was almost sixty years ago.
He was called a senior by Nan Huaijin back then, and his cultivation was so high that it was very possible that he could enter the realm of refining gods and returning to the void. That person's age at that time was probably over seventy or eighty years old.
Adding the two together, if that senior was still alive, he would probably be at least one hundred, thirty or forty years old now. Ye Tian and others had no confidence in whether this person was still alive.
"Alas, I searched Qingcheng Mountain all over, but I still can't find any trace of this senior. I can't tell whether he is alive or not."
Nan Huaijin sighed and said: "But I saw the handwriting left by that senior, and he has nothing to do with me anymore. I can tell you what happened in the past."
"Oh, let's not mention the handwriting left by that senior. Brother Huaijin, please tell us about the past first!"
After hearing what Nan Huaijin said, Ye Tian and others became interested. They had always been curious about what kind of person could make Nan Huaijin look respectful and dare not say anything when he mentioned him.
"Brother Yuanyang, in fact, I met that master when I was twelve years old. Later, I lived in seclusion in Qingcheng Mountain during the Anti-Japanese War. I just wanted to find the wizard again, but Nan was not lucky enough. Although I met that master
Senior, but he failed to accept him as his disciple!"
As Nan Huaijin told the story, an old incident that happened seventy or eighty years ago appeared in front of Ye Tian and others.
It turned out that Nan Huaijin was born in a family with generations of scholars. His father had a wide circle of friends and took Nan Huaijin to Qingcheng Mountain when he was a child.
As a child, Nan Huaijin was very affectionate. One day while her father was drinking and writing a thesis with an old friend from the Taoist temple in Qingcheng Mountain, Nan Huaijin secretly ran out of the Taoist temple.
Nan Huaijin, who grew up in the city, was undoubtedly full of curiosity about the mountains. Whenever he saw hares and butterflies, he chased them. Unknowingly, he had entered the depths of Qingcheng Mountain.
Nan Huaijin has been a bold person since he was a child. Although he is only eleven or twelve years old, he is not in a hurry. He even picks wild fruits from the trees in the mountains to satisfy his hunger.
After wandering around in the mountains for an afternoon, Nan Huaijin got further and further away from the Taoist temple. When he reached a canyon with splashing waterfalls, he found an old Taoist with white beard and hair sitting at the bottom of the waterfall.
people.
Nan Huaijin was overjoyed and walked down the canyon along the path. Just when he was about to speak, he was frightened because he saw a little man floating out of thin air three feet above the old Taoist's head.
This little man was completely naked, and his face was exactly the same as that of the old man, but his body was a little transparent. If he hadn't gotten closer, Nan Huaijin wouldn't have been able to spot him.
Just when Nan Huaijin was at a loss, the villain suddenly opened his eyes, glanced at him, and then got in from the top of the man's head. At the same time, the man also stood up.
"Immortal? Old Immortal?" Nan Huaijin had a large collection of books at home, and he often read those books that recorded immortals and ghosts. At this time, the first thought that came to his mind was that he had seen an immortal.
"You kid, you are quite courageous."
The old Taoist stretched out his hand to lift Nan Huaijin over. After touching his body, he said: "Well, you can meet me. It is considered a fate. I will give you a volume of boxing sutra. If you succeed in practicing it in the future,
, you can come here to find me again!”
"Master, please accept Huai Jin as your disciple!"
Nan Huaijin was also an extremely clever person. After hearing what the old Taoist said, he called out to Master and wanted to kneel down, but the old Taoist stretched out his hand and his knees could not bend.
"If you master this boxing sutra in the future, we may have the fate of becoming a master. It's still early." The old Taoist said with a smile: "I'll send you back. In fifteen years, you can come here again!"
"
As he spoke, Nan Huaijin discovered that a cloud of mist appeared out of thin air under the old Taoist body, lifting his body up. However, just when Nan Huaijin wanted to take a closer look, his mind went blank and he lost his mind.
perception.
When Nan Huaijin woke up, he was already not far from the Taoist temple. He was soon found by his father who was looking for him everywhere. However, in Nan Huaijin's arms, there was an extra boxing sutra.
From then on, Nan Huaijin began to practice hard according to the contents of the Boxing Sutra, and visited teachers and friends everywhere to learn pure Kung Fu.
Moreover, Nan Huaijin had read Taoist classics over the years and understood that the old Taoist's state at that time was actually the legendary Yang God leaving his body. In the eyes of the world, he was an out-and-out immortal.
This made him more determined to become a disciple, so Li Shanyuan expressed his intention to accept him as his disciple several times, but Nan Huaijin politely rejected him.
In the late period of the Anti-Japanese War, Nan Huaijin re-entered Qingcheng Mountain and after many twists and turns, he found the place where the waterfall was.
After waiting for three days, Nan Huaijin finally met the old Taoist priest.
However, after the Taoist glanced at him, there was a look of disappointment on his face, saying that Nan Huaijin had not been able to enter the realm of refining qi and transforming into gods for fifteen years. The fate between the two of them was over, and he must not be killed in the future.
Tell others about the matter.
After Nan Huaijin begged to no avail, he didn't see the Taoist move and just disappeared in front of him. Nan Huaijin was extremely depressed. He stayed in Qingcheng Mountain for another three years and never saw that person again.
Finally I had to leave.
"Brother Huaijin, you...you actually have such a chance!" Gou Xinjia and Nan Huaijin have known each other for sixty or seventy years, and they didn't know these things until today. They were shocked at the moment.
"Brother Yuanyang, the opportunity is there, but fate may not be."
Nan Huaijin smiled bitterly and said: "I have been practicing hard for decades, and it was not until ten years ago that I was able to enter the current state. The senior asked me for fifteen years, how could I do it!"
Gou Xinjia nodded and said smoothly: "That's true. In just over ten years, we can reach the state of refining qi and transforming into gods. Aren't our lives at this age all in vain?"
"Huh? No, little...junior brother can do it, right?" Before he finished speaking, Gou Xinjia suddenly looked at Ye Tian like a ghost. Didn't he meet that Taoist's conditions?
"Senior Brother, I don't have a trace of true energy in my body. I don't even know if I can still practice. Don't talk about me yet."
Ye Tian turned to look at Nan Huaijin and asked, "Senior Brother Nan, I wonder if you can give us a look at the boxing scriptures that senior passed down to you?"
Since the Taoist hoped that Nan Huaijin could reach the state of refining qi and transforming into a god through the Boxing Sutra, there must be a method for practicing qi in the Boxing Sutra, but Ye Tian wanted to get some clues there.
"Junior Brother Ye, it's useless. There is indeed a way to practice qi in this Boxing Sutra, but it can only go as far as refining qi and transforming into a spirit. After that, there will be no more."
Nan Huaijin shook his head and said, "If you don't believe it, I can ask my disciple to bring it to you and show it to you."
"Senior Brother Nan, of course I can trust you. There is no need to go and get it. You can just write down the Qi training method in it."
Ye Tian was a little disappointed when he heard this. He had also tried to practice Qi again, but no matter how he meditated, there was no trace of Qi produced. The exercises before refining the spirit and returning to the void did not have any effect on him.
