The place where I have lived in seclusion for five years is finally leaving.
Everyone felt somewhat reluctant to give up. After so many years of repairs, the entire Zhang Mansion had a completely new look compared to before.
Zhang Yutang even buried many Taoist talismans here to attract the vitality of heaven and earth, making the aura of this place countless times greater than that of ordinary places, almost equivalent to a small cave heaven paradise.
Even ordinary people can stay young and prolong their lives by living here from time to time.
Zhang Yutang was alone, with his hands behind his back and Tai slightly raised, walking slowly in the yard. He had been to every corner here before, and he was very familiar with it when he looked at it.
"It's just that we will part ways eventually...".
"You have been keeping a low profile for so many years, but in the end, it became known to everyone. Is this an explosion after silence?"
Walking slowly, unknowingly, I had walked around the entire Zhang Mansion, feeling full of reluctance.
"Sir, everything has been packed and we can leave at any time."
Xu Jiaorong walked over and half-shouldered with Zhang Yutang:
"Everything here was made by us. It's really hard to leave just like this. Every plant, every tree, every flower is so familiar."
Zhang Yutang nodded silently and immediately asked:
"Everything is ready, right?"
Xu Jiaorong said:
"Get ready. Madam, Li Yong, and Abao are all waiting for the young master. You can go."
"Then let's go!"
I came quietly, just as I walked quietly, waving my sleeves and not taking away a single cloud:
"You have to leave even if you don't want to leave. It's time to leave."
Mrs. Zhang, Zhang Yutang, Xu Jiaorong, Li Yong, and A Bao only brought some of them with them, and left the rest here. Maybe one day, they will come here again to relive their old dreams.
Squeak——
Li Yong opened the door and saw Wang Zelong coming, he smiled and said:
"Sir, are you looking for my young master?"
Wang Zelong stepped forward, looked at the crowd gathered together, and said with a smile:
"Holy Master, are you leaving here?"
Zhang Yutang stepped forward:
"Yes, I can't stay any longer. If I stay any longer, something will happen."
Wang Zelong was silent for a long time before saying:
"Students are here to see off the Holy Master. I heard that the Holy Master is going to hold a gathering of heroes from the south of the Yangtze River in Qiantang a few days ago. Countless students have flocked to Qiantang."
"I will go there after I finish handling the official duties at hand. Then I will listen to the guidance of the Holy Master."
Zhang Yutang nodded:
"Sir, you are too polite. I have been living in seclusion here for five years, and I have also heard that during these years, there have been countless extraordinary talents in the Song Dynasty. They are talented and stunning. Each one of them is a dragon among men. They can understand
Meeting these outstanding people is also a great blessing in life."
A few people walked slowly along the bluestone path, looking around from time to time, looking at every willow tree around them, admiring every wild flower on the road, and listening to every sound of water flowing.
Will leave eventually!
Parting hurts, parting is always inevitable.
Arriving outside the West Lake, Zhang Yutang stopped:
"Sir, the delivery is too far, so please stop and stay."
Wang Zelong was not pretentious, he cupped his fists and said:
"We must say goodbye after a long journey. Before the Holy Master leaves, if the student dares to ask the Holy Master for a masterpiece, he should take it as a souvenir."
Wang Zelong has been brewing this idea for a long time, but he also knows that five years ago, the Holy Master wrote a poem of "Spring in the Jade House" with a word of "a thousand pieces of gold".
Fifty-six thousand taels of gold.
A word worth a thousand pieces of gold, such a wonderful word, such a rare thing, Wang Zelong did not dare to ask for it.
Now that we are parting, if there is a masterpiece from the Holy Master, it will be considered a good story.
"good!"
Feeling Wang Zelong's sincerity, Zhang Yutang was silent for a while:
"I haven't written poetry for many years. I say goodbye today, but I don't know when we will meet again in the future."
"Come on, Jiaorong, get pen, ink, paper and inkstone."
A banner was opened, and Abao and Li Yong each stood beside it, holding it with their hands.
Xu Jiaorong held the ink and ground it gently. After grinding it, Zhang Yutang picked up the pen in his hand, drank the ink, pondered for a while, and wrote a long poem in one stroke:
"Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass reaches the sky."
"The evening wind blows the willow flute and the sound of the flute fades, and the sun sets outside the mountains."
"At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, there are only a few close friends."
"A pot of turbid wine will extinguish all the joy. Don't sleep in the cold tonight."
After writing a word, each word shines with light, and wisps of literary energy shoot out from the words, straight through the sun.
After writing the lyrics, Zhang Yutang dipped in ink again and wrote on the corner of the banner:
Written by Xihu Sword Master.
"What a farewell song!"
Looking at the small words on the long page, Wang Zelong felt a lot:
"The lyrical description of scenes and scattered acquaintances makes people understand life, see through the world of mortals, and give them a feeling that life is short, like the setting sun. Reading every word, it is full of bone-chilling chills."
"Give it to Mr. Wang."
Zhang Yutang put down the pen in his hand, brought over the farewell wine, and drank it all in one gulp:
"Master Wang, see you later."
Green clouds surround the feet, clouds and smoke rise, and a green boat emerges.
After Mrs. Zhang, Li Yong, and Abao boarded the boat, they soared high into the sky and headed towards Qiantang.
Looking at Zhang Yutang leaving, Wang Zelong sighed:
"The Holy Master and his family are all among the gods. It is a blessing to be able to meet each other for five years. It is a blessing to be together."
He carefully put away the banner, carefully put it in his arms, and turned around:
"Let's go back home."
The sunset is like blood, the mountains are like the sea, and only the spring breeze is passing by on the earth.
…
Mount Emei, Qingfeng Cave.
The mountains have steep peaks, towering ancient trees, roaring tigers and croaking apes, and long snakes dancing wildly.
"After so many years of practice, I have completely refined this Nine-Transformation Good Fortune Pill."
In the Qingfeng Cave, a beautiful girl, draped in white gauze, was sitting cross-legged on a large blue stone, squeezing the spell, and remained motionless. The moment her eyes opened, the light soared into the sky.
Two rays of divine light streaked across the sky, like two heavenly swords, sweeping across everything. The divine light shone, sharp and bright.
"As expected of the famous Nine-Revolution Creation Pill, it has increased my Taoist practice by six hundred years. Now I also have eighteen hundred years of Taoist practice. After going through thunder and calamity and removing the impurities from the elixir in my body, I will have the opportunity to ascend.
Tianque is ranked among the immortals."
"In about fifteen days, the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder will fall on Chaoyun Peak. Why don't I put the inner elixir there to withstand the lightning strikes from the sky and refine the calamity of thunder and fire."
"If I can survive the thunderstorm, my cultivation and Taoism will be enough to become an immortal."
The stunning girl turned into a breeze and flew out of the breeze cave.
Soon, we came to a peak that reached into the clouds, with rugged rocks, waterfalls and springs, and the roar of monsters.
"This is it."
The girl's red lips moved slightly, and she spat out a dripping inner elixir, which grew in the wind and turned into the size of a football. The essence was restrained, without any brilliance flowing, and it was ordinary, just like a stubborn stone lying on the ground.
Put the inner elixir in your hands, hold it carefully, and place it on the highest point of Caiyun Peak. Leave it in the open air to accept wind and rain, and absorb the blessings of heaven and earth.
"Fifteen days. After fifteen days, my Taoism will be perfect and I will become an immortal."
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