When Zhi Shouzhen arrived at Fat Tiger's residence, the sky was brightening slightly.
This place has left Daotou Street and is located at the east end of Zaiyangji. It is more like a patchwork of ruins, densely spread towards the green hills more than ten miles away: countless black brick houses are full of holes, rough and dilapidated.
It was as if the broken limbs of human bodies were crowded together, leaving only narrow and twisted lanes.
These dilapidated tile-roofed houses either have half of their walls collapsed, or only half of their roofs remain. The damaged areas are patched up with a large number of wooden sheds, wooden fences, and wooden piles. The rough, dark yellow wood and wall beams are patchwork and intertwined, like uneven patches.
Ugly scars.
The doors and windows of every house were closed, with only the cracks of the wooden boards exposed. The alleys were overgrown with moss and weeds, and the smell of urine emanated from the gaps between the rocks.
"Why don't you live in Yihongyuan?" Zhi Kaizhen asked in confusion as he crossed several broken walls and saw the leaky firewood door of Fat Hu's house.
"Sister Xue said that ambitious men shouldn't live in that dirty place." Fat Hu casually pushed open the firewood door. Not seeing Qingfeng, he led Zhi Kaizhen through the back door again.
Behind the door is a narrow patio, with walls on three sides. The wall slopes steeply inward, interweaving a narrow sky two feet long and wide above. The mud bricks on the wall are peeling off, moss grows everywhere, and many holes are covered with nails.
The wooden boards are all over the place. The breeze is holding the base of the wall, and I am walking slowly to activate my muscles and bones.
Zhi Shouzhen took a step forward and helped Qingfeng: "Uncle Liu, are you feeling better?"
Qingfeng smiled bitterly: "In less than ten days and a half, I'm afraid I won't even be able to walk far." He faced Yan Chonglang's Senluo Wanxiang, and Zi Mansion almost collapsed, and most of the meridians around his body were broken. If it weren't for Yao Ni's heart being so powerful
, he has long since lost his way, and will become a useless person even if he does not die. Even so, he still needs a panacea to warm him up for many years before his injuries can be fully recovered.
Zhi Kaizhen helped Qingfeng sit down, paying attention to his hesitant expression, and then found an excuse to push Fat Hu away. He carefully looked around and made sure that everything was fine, and then bowed respectfully.
"My child, you should go alone. Zhang Wujiu will catch up soon. You are still young and there is no need to accompany the old man to death." Qingfeng sighed softly and took out a purple jade from his sleeve pocket.
Jian and several blue elixirs said, "This jade slip contains some kung fu and skill gadgets, which have nothing to do with Taishang Shenxiao Sect. You can learn them. These three nectar elixirs strengthen the body and strengthen the body, and purify the miscellaneous elements."
Qi is just what you need. Other than that, I have nothing to repay you for saving my life."
Zhi Shouzhen pondered for a moment, took the jade slip, and pushed the elixir back to Qingfeng: "Senior is seriously injured, so he should take this elixir. Logically speaking, I have repaid your previous kindness, and I have no problem leaving. It's just as the saying goes.
, save people to the end, I don’t have the habit of giving up halfway. Besides, Zhang Wujiu hates me to the core, and will definitely stick to him. Even if I abandon my senior, I will not be spared. It’s better to stay here and use all the forces to fight to the death.
.It is still unclear who will win from both sides."
Qingfeng stared at Zhi Shouzhen for a long time, and said with deep meaning: "You know, no matter whether you are really the prince of Yongning Hou or not, you cannot worship me as your teacher."
Zhikarizhen felt a slight shiver in his heart: "Senior, in fact, my identity as a disciple..."
"Of course you have your own secrets for being able to escape Yan Qinglang's pursuit. I have no intention of getting into it." Qingfeng waved his hand to stop Zhi Shouzhen from continuing, "If you are really the Crown Prince of Yongning, with your high status,
, I, a Taoist boy from a humble family, am not qualified to accept you. If there is any mystery in it, I cannot violate the rules of the sect and accept a commoner as a disciple. Do you understand?"
Zhikarizhen raised his head and met the clear and turbid gaze that seemed to penetrate people's hearts. He was silent for a moment and said: "I don't dare to expect to become a disciple of my senior, but if I can spend this calamity with my senior, I will have no regrets." p>
"Why bother?"
"In the past, when the seniors were in the state of refining the void and combining Taoism, they couldn't escape from Yan Chulang's hands, so why bother fighting to the death? People share the same heart and the same principle. The seniors have an unyielding Taoist heart, don't the juniors not have it?
?"
Qingfeng couldn't help but feel shocked when he heard the words.
Zhi Shouzhen smiled calmly: "We join hands in times of adversity today, and we will forget each other in the future, so why bother? Seniors, why do you need to be pretentious? Swordsmen like you and me, just take what is straightforward."
The two looked at each other for a long time, and the morning light filtered through the entrance to the patio, making the weeds in the corner shine brightly, like a cluster of burning golden-red flames.
Qingfeng suddenly smiled: "Okay, it's the old man who underestimated you." Unknowingly, his affection for Zhi Shou deepened.
Zhikarizhen went back to the house and found the rattan basket, took out the pieces of Yao Ni meat, scooped out a pot of water, cooked it half-cooked on the stove, and served it to Qingfeng with blood streaks on it. He did not dare to stew it for too long, lest the aroma would be too strong.
, drift out and let people notice.
Qingfeng stopped being polite and quickly ate the pot of meat. He concentrated on crossing his legs and regulating his breath, absorbing the energy, and his complexion improved a lot. Zhikarizhen gave him face wash, then styled Qingfeng's hair, wiped his whole body, and changed his face.
Wear shoes and socks with every detail.
Qingfeng sat blankly for a while, and a trace of mist-like desperation appeared in his eyes. When he was a child, his mother would comb his hair and wash his face in this way, and she still insists on doing it after she wears her hair. Since his mother died of illness, he has done all these things himself, even if it became an exercise.
A great master who is a Taoist should not be served by servants.
Just because of that close family affection, no one can replace it from now on.
"Child, how long have you been learning to sword?" Qingfeng asked softly.
"About two years." Zhikarizhen replied.
"Only two years?" Qingfeng lost his voice in shock. Zhi Xingzhen's swordsmanship was so old that he thought he had been immersed in it for at least ten years. Such a talent, even Jiang Yan, who was famous in the past, could not match it.
"Yes, I got a painting of a palace banquet on a snowy night, so I can only explore and practice by myself." Zhikarizhen didn't hide anything, and told the painting secretly and truthfully. After hesitating, he even used the three-kill machine sword given by Wang Ziqiao.
Dian also said it together. He already had a general understanding of Qingfeng's character. To win the favor of such people, the only way to win the favor is to "treat each other with sincerity".
Qingfeng pondered for a long time and said: "Use the sword skills you have learned and let the old Taoist see it."
The morning light shines brightly like a rainbow. Zhishou Zhen leaps with his dagger, and his sword energy is like a dragon. In the light and shadow of the sword whistling, the young man's figure gradually overlaps with the self in Qingfeng's memory: On the lonely cliff, the sword light shines at the fifth watch.
The darkness of the sky flickers, and the young man's leaping figure looks more like a struggle.
Struggling to wait for the rising sun that will rise without knowing when.
"Everything in the world comes from nothing, changes from one, and returns to its origin from nothing. Therefore, everything can be a sword. Take its meaning, forget its shape, obtain its transformation, and return to its origin..." Qingfeng bent down and twisted a sword.
A root of weed sways gently in the wind, and countless points of light bloom from the tip of the grass.
Zhi Shou truly understood the meaning, put away his dagger and watched quietly. The wild grass swayed between the fingers of the breeze, changing wonderfully, as if it connected into an endless grassland ocean.
"In swordsmanship, the sword stroke is the end, the sword power is the weight, the sword intention is the first, and the sword heart is the foundation. Although the sword is taken directly, it still needs to be understood in the twists and turns to gain 'mysterious', 'deep' and 'big'
,'micro','yuan'..." Qingfeng slowly stood up, holding the grass and danced. His speed was extremely slow, but the light focused on the grass tip changed rapidly, as fast as lightning, and the light and shadow intertwined to create mysterious trajectories.
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This is the path of Qingfeng's swordsmanship! Zhikarizhen suddenly realized that although Qingfeng could not teach him the swordsmanship of Taishang Shenxiao Sect, he showed the more profound swordsmanship of heaven and man without reservation, which can be said to be a good intention. p>
"Martial arts, martial arts, and swordsmanship can all be divided into four major realms: refining Qi, refining Qi to restore the spirit, refining the spirit to return to the void, and refining the void to combine with the Dao. However, the sword energy is too sharp and will travel throughout the body, inevitably causing injuries.
The heart and lungs must be constantly purified and blended into the softness that wraps around the fingers. Therefore, I subdivide each major realm of kendo into four smaller realms: Xinzhai, Zuowang, Chaoche, and Jiandu."
"What is spiritual fasting?"
"Those who fast will have a clear and ethereal state of mind, and all distracting thoughts will disappear." When the breeze shakes the wild grass, it shines brightly, and the dust on the grass disappears.
"What is sitting and forgetting?"
"Those who sit in oblivion have a state of mind that is transcendent, separated from the form to know." The breeze stretched its arms, the weeds trembled slightly, and the flickering morning light merged into the grass stems. Zhikari Zhen couldn't tell whether it was a weed or a shining thread.
Sunshine.
"What is Chaoche?"
"Those who have a thorough understanding of the state of mind have a clear mind and understand the whole story." The breeze suddenly pierced into the sky, and the grass stems shot out boiling light and splashed out. At the same time, a line of golden-red morning light penetrated from the entrance of the patio above, and the two sides
The rays of light clashed in mid-air, forming a dazzling beam of light that illuminated the surrounding area.
"What does it mean to be alone?"
"Those who see the solitude, their state of mind is in harmony with the Tao, and they can trace back to the source." The breeze let go of his hand, and the wild grass floated down leisurely, just falling to the place where he just picked it, and the roots naturally sank into the soil, impartially and without any deviation.<
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"Don't get too close to Fat Tiger." Qingfeng held on to the wall and slowly walked back to the house, "He has a body of pure gold and jade, one of the four major cultivation bodies, which is most suitable for making a human elixir that can attack the void and refining the Tao.
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Human Pill! Zhi Shou Zhen shivered slightly, and then suddenly realized: "I understand." He bent down and solemnly gave the disciple's gift to Qing Feng's rickety back.
The morning breeze blew by, and the wild grass swayed with the wind, blooming with a touch of lush green.