Ren Pingsheng and Xiaowan crossed the moon gate and happened to meet Si Nian.
She tied her hair into a high ponytail and wore a black outfit with narrow sleeves. She was practicing her sword there. The sword light was like a mist of light, surrounding her, making it difficult to see her clearly.
But it can be seen that her martial arts skills are very solid, and she can burst out with huge power with every punch and kick!
His kung fu should not be inferior to that of senior brother Lan Feng.
"Good morning, Mr. Ren."
Si Nian threw it with his backhand, and the sword light flashed. The light mist instantly converged, and her beautiful and beautiful appearance was immediately revealed.
The Youlong Sword was inserted into the scabbard under the eaves. She smiled at Ren Pingsheng and said, "I haven't seen you sir in the past few days."
Ren Pingsheng invited: "I have something to go out for. I will go to Hongye Mountain to enjoy the red leaves in the afternoon. Will Miss Si Nian go with me?"
"OK."
When Si Nian heard this, his spirits perked up.
She has been in Qingshui County for a while. Every day she is either practicing kung fu in the county government office or reading books in a daze. It is not easy for her to wander around in other people's territory. She is very active by nature.
I already felt depressed.
"Then, I'll call you again when I go out in the afternoon."
Ren Pingsheng and Si Nian waved their hands and went to the county government courtyard.
The courtyard of the county government office is not as exquisite as the courtyard of Renfu in Qingcheng, nor as beautiful as the Qingcheng town government office, but it is better than the comfort of the house.
Ren Pingsheng was in the pavilion, warming a pot of wine. Not long after, the old owner Lan led Shaoyao to the other courtyard.
Behind the old owner, Lan Feng also came over.
"Director Lan, you are fine."
Ren Pingsheng walked out of the pavilion, smiled at the old curator at the foot of the steps and said with fists in his hands.
"Mr. Ren is well."
The old curator stopped and returned the gesture with fists in his hands.
"When a distinguished guest comes, he warms a pot of good wine and the old curator tastes it."
Ren Pingsheng invited the old curator and senior brother to the pavilion. Shaoyao and Ruhua and a little maid were on both sides responsible for pouring wine.
The color is golden and the alcohol content is not high. It is a bottle of rice wine that Ren has collected all his life.
A few more side dishes were cooked in the kitchen to accompany the wine, and a few people ate and chatted in the pavilion.
"The few heads on the Chengyang official road in the past few days have really increased the prestige of our Qingshui County. Especially the Beiling swordsman Fu Chang'an, whose reputation in the world is not small. This loss has greatly increased the prestige of our Qingshui County.
County, it really shocked a large number of young people!
Here’s a toast to Mr. Ren.”
The old curator raised his wine cup and drank it all in one gulp.
Ren Pingsheng drank all the wine in his glass: "Wars are breaking out frequently in the north, and it's an autumn of troubled times. Although I don't have that much ability, I still want to keep the stability of Qingshui County."
"Mr. Ren's efforts to protect the country and the people are admirable, and I would like to toast you too."
Lan Feng praised him and picked up the wine cup.
"The north is already in chaos, but the south is still prosperous with singing and dancing. I went to Fuzhou County in early February to attend a martial arts gathering and heard a rumor."
The old curator looked very excited and said: "Mr. Ren, do you know Suling Mountain?"
Ren Pingsheng nodded.
Although most of his intelligence organization is spread to Yuntai County and several surrounding counties, he doesn't know much about the outside world.
But he still knows that Suring Mountain is not only a scenic spot in the Great Jing Dynasty, but also the leader of Taoism and Wuzong in the world. Whether it is in the court, among literati, or in the hearts of martial arts people, it has great influence.
It is very large and is a holy place that cannot be ignored.
"It is said that Master Qinghui on Suring Mountain broke through the realm of martial arts master some time ago!"
Speaking of this, not only the old curator looked excited, but Lan Feng's face also showed excitement.
"This shows that the road ahead for martial arts is not over yet. The wall that stands in front of the martial arts people in the world has been broken! The martial arts people in the world have a way to move forward and hope to continue practicing!"
This is amazing news.
Ren Pingsheng did not feel the same as the two of them, but he could understand their feelings.
In the past, if a martial artist could reach the stage of blood exchange, that would be the ceiling for martial arts practitioners.
At this stage, people have been able to stay strong as they age, become stronger as they age, preserve seeds for a hundred years, and live more than a hundred years easily.
For ordinary people, this is of course already a god-like figure. But for a warrior who is stuck in the realm of exchanging blood, or a warrior who has cultivated to a certain level and can reach out and touch the ceiling, he is like a figure.
A visible wall presses down there, making it suffocating.
"In the past, although there were many theoretical ways forward deduced by many seniors among the many martial arts theories, no one could truly break through to the realm of transformation known as the martial arts master.
Now, Qinghui Zhenren has broken through this way, allowing warriors to see a future, and has become the belief in the hearts of warriors all over the world."
As the old curator spoke, tears filled his eyes, as if he was moved by the fact that the road was still open.
After hearing this, Ren Pingsheng was also very interested in Master Qinghui and asked curiously: "What kind of person is Master Qinghui?"
"Zhenhui Qinghui is more than 130 years old. He is the founder of Suling Mountain and Suling Taoism. His lay name is Zhang. He became a monk only after he was over fifty years old. He was already a martial arts master seventy years ago. Although he is nearly thirty
Nian rarely walks around in the world, but he is still an unavoidable monument and legend in the world."
When Lan Feng talked about Master Qing Hui, there was reverence in his eyes.
“What is metaphysical is called Tao, and what is metaphysical is called tool.
It is said that Master Qinghui followed the path of refining Qi, refining his own essence into Zhen Qi. This is no longer just a path of cultivation as a body and a weapon, but a path of metaphysical cultivation.
!
I heard that on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month next year, Master Qinghui will give a sermon at Suring Mountain, introducing the method of refining and transforming qi, and his feelings after the breakthrough. This will surely be a grand gathering for martial artists all over the world.
Now it's almost December, and there's not much time left before the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. From Qingshui County to Suring Mountain, we have to cross four provinces, and time is already very tight.
This time, I and Lan Feng, in addition to coming to inform Mr. Ren of the matter, also submitted their resignation to Mr. Ren."
The old curator said.
Lan Feng also said: "Mr. Ren trusted me and asked me to serve as the coach of the Night Cat Organization and the military martial arts instructor. However, this trip to Suring Mountain is related to the future of martial arts, so I have to go.
I don’t know how long it took to go there, it could be a few months or a few years.
These are all the exercises, recipes, and prescriptions at the back of "Mang Niu Jin". Among the exercises, there are annotations written by my father, me, and other senior practitioners when they were practicing.
Now give them all to you."
Lan Feng said it very solemnly.
At this point, blocking someone's way is like killing your parents.
Ren Pingsheng solemnly put away the books given by Lan Feng and asked: "I wonder when we will set off?"
"Leave early tomorrow morning."
Lan Feng said.
Ren Pingsheng pondered for a moment and said: "The old curator and senior brother are here to learn the scriptures and preach the truth. They will retrieve the martial arts path from Suling Mountain. They should be the pioneers of our Qingshui warriors.
The journey is long and dangerous. Although the curator and senior brother have extraordinary martial arts skills, the trip is still tiring and full of chores.
I will send some people to go with you to get this scripture back."
Ren Pingsheng immediately decided to send some loyal people with bright minds and strong understanding to follow him to Suling Mountain to obtain scriptures and bring back the method of "refining energy and transforming qi".
"Shaoyao, go get some more and bring them over!"
Ren Pingsheng gave another order.
"yes!"
Shaoyao responded.
Not long after, when she came back, she carried a small box: "When you go out, one or two small silver ingots are convenient for use. A total of five hundred taels of silver."
Ren Pingsheng took the box over.
These five hundred taels of silver equal about forty catties.
Ren Pingsheng stood up and put the box into Lan Feng's hand: "You two are collecting the scriptures for Qingshui County. I will express my feelings and give you the money. I hope you can have a smooth journey and obtain the scriptures.
In addition, please don’t worry about Lan’s martial arts gym, its director and senior brother, as long as I’m here, there won’t be any problems with the operation of the martial arts gym.”
"Thank you very much, Mr. Ren!"
Lan Feng thanked him.
The guests and hosts were enjoying themselves, and Ren Pingsheng sent the two of them to the door.
At the same time, Xiaowan immediately selected some members with high martial arts talent and savvy within the Night Cat organization and the Shenjian Division, and gathered together 10 people, led by Hai Dongqing, the leader of the action team, and let
Early tomorrow morning, they will follow Lan Feng and the old curator to Suling Mountain to obtain the true scripture.
