Changqing's judgment on the divine apparition of Mount Xiyue also relied on the teachings of Daguan Zhenren.
After Master Daguan left Huangguan in Kongtong Mountain, he traveled to the famous mountains and blessed places in Guanzhong for a long time. He also came to Taihua, Xiyue Mountain to search for immortal sites, and he paid close attention to the legend of the golden armored general.
But he finally discovered that whether it was the Xiyue Zhenjun Temple at the foot of the mountain or the footprints of some legendary gods, even though they were slightly miraculous, most of them were far-fetched.
Later, Daguan Zhenren became successful in Taoism. He referred to the legend of the God of Huashan Mountain and combined it with the Western Golden Elephant Killing and the yin and yang theory of military strategists. He created the idea of the true form of the god and passed it on to his disciples. This is also the time when Chang Qing moved his thoughts to travel to Huashan Mountain.
The reason for visiting the fairyland.
In fact, at the end of the previous dynasty, there were several Taoist sects in Taihua Mountain, each occupying mountaintop palaces and caves and stone chambers. The number of people was sparse, and they were not famous high-ranking sects.
These Taoists lived a peaceful life in the mountains, living in peace with each other. Occasionally they would visit each other and talk about mysteries and Taoism. Their interactions with the secular world outside the mountains were nothing more than collecting some mountain herbs and selling them in rural markets in exchange for salt and cloth.
According to Master Daguan, there were indeed a few people in Taihua Mountain who achieved great success in cultivation. After breathing and breathing, they raised their heads to the sky and roared, causing the trees to shake and birds and animals to flee in terror.
But not all those who are practicing Qing want to go down the mountain to do great things. Those Taoist priests in Qishan live a very miserable life. The so-called caves are not Qionglou Yuyu at all, they are really just gray caves and stone chambers. The people living in them are not.
Taoist priests, wearing linen clothes and sandals, are slovenly and embarrassing. If placed in the secular world at the foot of the mountain, they would be no different from beggars. They are completely different from the Taoist immortals imagined by ordinary people.
In the early years of this dynasty, the war gradually subsided. In order to escape the summer heat, the princes and nobles of Chang'an often built manors and villas at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain. In order to seek a career as an official, literati went to the mountains to live in cottages, pretending to be hermits, and seeking fame and reputation.
Come pay attention to it and gradually form a shortcut to Zhongnan.
Xiyue Taihua, as a remnant of the Qinling Mountains, is no exception. In the past hundred years, there have been many new temples, temples, and Taoist temples built in the mountains, but it would be ridiculous to say that there are many truly high-level Taoists among them.
Except for the buildings built for princes and nobles, the rest of the temples are not much different from the shops that provide food and accommodation. At most, they arrange some rituals for Taoist guests to absolve sins and pray for blessings and eliminate disasters. As for whether there are
If it works, it all depends on your piety.
Therefore, Cheng Sanwu and his party entered Taihua Mountain, so they did not have to sleep in the open air. The four of them were equipped with weapons and had extraordinary bearings, just like those idle officials and sons of Chang'an who came to Taihua Mountain to enjoy the autumn scenery.
As for the steep mountain trails that are difficult for ordinary visitors to climb, or the iron cable plank road that is suspended in the air and faces the abyss, even if the three or four people in Cheng are not walking on flat ground, it does not take much effort.
Arriving at the top of Lotus Peak, one side is like a knife-and-axe chopping, almost vertical cliff, and the other side is an extremely steep mountain forest. There is only a narrow stone step that extends along the dragon-like ridge to the peak. The entire mountain
The mountain peak is just a natural boulder, towering and straight, with super majestic momentum.
Looking around, the mountains are rolling up and down, and the mist and clouds are billowing, just like the waves of the sea, stirring up waves of water vapor. It is unclear whether the mountains and rivers far and near are moving or still.
Being in this place is like entering a fairyland, all earthly thoughts are swept away. Looking up, it gives people the illusion that the blue sky is only a few feet away and within reach.
Chang Qing is a cultivator, and his understanding is far more profound than the other three. He stood on the top of the peak, facing the wind, slowly adjusting his breath and exhaling, and his clothes were fluttering in the wind, as if he was about to ascend to immortality in the next moment.
Logically speaking, when breathing and breathing, the most taboo is to be blown by the wind. If the six internal and external qi are disordered, it is easy to cause wind evil and typhoid, which may damage the meridians.
But at this moment, Changqing seemed to have entered a mysterious realm. His mind, spirit, and energy broke through the barriers between the body and the outside, reaching the world, and he could come and go without restriction. There was a faint sound of wind and thunder around Lotus Peak.
"It is really rare for this fake Taoist priest to have such cultivation at such a young age." In a wooden and stone tower in the distance, Afu leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, speaking in a mature tone.
Qin Wangshu paid close attention to the surrounding sky. Although there was no abnormality visible to the naked eye, the warrior's keen intuition allowed her to sense the invisible pressure and power brewing and accumulating in the air, as if a huge mountain was gradually taking shape above her head.
"I heard that your Majesty once asked Jixianyuan to compile a classic book that summarizes all kinds of magic, including delineating the high and low levels of magicians in the world." Qin Wangshu said: "Although this book has not yet been compiled, the chamberlain
The province has the right to read it and refer to it to try to compare it with worldly magicians. Mr. Changqing has the power of roaring wind and thunder. Has he reached the level of 'turning yin and yang'?"
Afu smiled contemptuously, shook his head and said: "Different sects and sects teach very different techniques, how can we generalize? The emperor not only wanted to develop a political sect, but also wanted to develop a dollar. This is a bit wishful thinking.
"Not all cultivators are proficient in magic, and not all magic inheritance seeks to control wind and rain, let alone the difference between the three religions. It's different. An Quti is so powerful, but he can still be punched by Cheng Sanwusan.
die?"
Ah Fu and Qin Wangshu were talking in a low voice, but they didn't expect that Changqing in the distance was using the world at this moment to have a deep and wide hearing. Even if the wind was howling on the top of the mountain, they could still hear their conversation clearly and unimpeded.
Especially when he heard that Cheng Sanwu punched An Quti to death, it was far beyond Changqing's expectations.
Cheng Sanwu had said something similar back then, and Changqing originally thought it was just bragging at the dinner table, but now that it was said by Afu, who had witnessed An Quti's death, the weight was completely different.
As soon as his mind moved, the mysterious realm where spirit and energy did not distinguish between inside and outside immediately collapsed. Changqing felt his body sink, and he no longer had the power to easily control the vast wind and thunder. The invisible oppression in the sky around Lotus Peak disappeared in an instant.
"Awesome!" Chang Qing just turned around and saw Cheng Sanwu approaching. He looked up and asked: "Why don't you continue? I saw the look just now, you have almost reached the sky in one step!"
"That's just a phenomenon created by borrowing the law from heaven and earth, just like drawing a hard bow in martial arts and skipping weightlifting subjects. There are many strong men who can pass the exam." Chang Qing put his hands behind his hands and said: "But just with these skills
, does one have to be highly skilled in martial arts? Can he lead troops to fight? What’s more, setting off for a large army is not only about fighting and killing, but also involves many things such as soldiers, armor, food, and crops. Can these things be accomplished by strength alone? "
"Oh, that means your trick doesn't work?" Cheng Sanwu asked.
"Can you not be either/or?" Chang Qing was most annoyed by his stubbornness: "Just like a person who is new to martial arts, would you let him directly lead the sword into battle and fight with others? At least practice the martial arts routines first.
Train your muscles and bones to be strong and let your strength be used smoothly, and then you can talk about fighting."
Changqing looked proud and contented, but she saw Cheng Sanwu scratching his head and ears, as if he didn't take it seriously.
"You are also a martial arts practitioner, don't you even know these things?" Chang Qing asked coldly.
"On the battlefield, where will there be time for you to practice?" Cheng Sanwu retorted in a low voice.
"I heard it!" Chang Qing also lost his temper and insisted on having a good argument: "Do you really think that I know nothing about military affairs? The battlefield is not a street fight, where ordinary people and farmers who have not been trained are thrown into the ground.
The battlefield is like pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered, and there is no way to fight! Is it possible to spend the lives of tens of millions of people to bet on those few geniuses who know the art of war and battle formations from birth?"
Cheng Sanwu stood with his arms akimbo, slapping the ground with the soles of his feet, and said with a completely contemptuous attitude: "You are just talking about it on paper. When you actually fight on the battlefield, everything else is just empty talk. It just depends on your courage and courage."
"Idiot and reckless man!" Changqing cursed.
Cheng Sanwu was not angry, and pointed to the jade-handled windlass sword on Changqing's waist: "I see that you have been practicing swordsmanship day and night these days, but it's not enough to just practice by yourself. How about I try your skills?"
Chang Qing originally wanted to refuse, but he also understood that martial arts training requires sparring. The reason why advanced martial arts must be taught by masters is not only the oral and mental teaching of the skills, but also the ability of masters to practice with their apprentices.
Quickly master the moves and routines without blindly guessing. If you have enough practice to solidify your moves, you won't be at a loss when it comes to actual combat.
Although I have been taught swordsmanship by a mysterious master, I still have to practice hard and master the swordsmanship in order to turn the swordsmanship in the sea into sword moves and footwork.
It is completely different from the pursuit of fine application of mind and consciousness through magic.
"Come on, come on!" Chang Qing knew that Cheng Sanwu was very skilled in martial arts, and having such a person sparring with him would save him a lot of trouble.
Cheng Sanwu laughed, then suddenly jumped down a steep slope. Changqing was shocked by this move. But he saw him jump to a pine tree, break off a branch, and then jump back by kicking the trunk of the tree.
He climbed up the slope and climbed to the top of the mountain using his hands and feet. This series of actions was shocking.
Cheng Sanwu casually stroked away the excess branches, leaving only a straight branch. He gestured with the horizontal knife on his waist and broke it into a length of three feet and nine inches.
"Are you going to use tree branches to spar with me?" Changqing pulled out the windlass sword from her waist, feeling that she had been greatly underestimated.
"When it comes to Taoism and Dharma, I know nothing about it, so of course you are the best." Cheng Sanwu replaced the horizontal knife with a tree branch, pointed at Changqing and said, "When it comes to martial arts, you are just a little kid."
Changqing is profound in Taoism, but after all, he is still young and has a youthful spirit. He is especially prone to being angered by Cheng Sanwu. He immediately shouted with a sword: "If you are hurt by me, don't get angry."
Cheng Sanwu grinned and said, "Then just watch."
Although the top of Lotus Peak is not without a foothold, it is not a flat arena and is surrounded by steep slopes. If you lose your footing, you may fall to pieces. This is definitely not a good place for sparring.
But when she saw Cheng Sanwu looking like he was having nothing to do, he was holding a branch at an angle and standing with his arms akimbo. He didn't look like he was fighting against an enemy at all. Changqing was even more annoyed when he saw it. He immediately stood on tiptoe according to the swordsmanship in the sea of consciousness.
Xing leaped up and pointed his sword towards the opponent's head and face.
Unexpectedly, Cheng Sanwu didn't even look. He took half a step, and the branch in his hand suddenly accelerated. At a speed that was beyond the reach of the naked eye, he directly hit the center of the sword body, causing the Changqing Sword to go astray and tilt to the side.
Because the ground was uneven, I stumbled and almost sprained my foot.
"You haven't done the pole yet, why do you dance?" Cheng Sanwu sounded like a senior who was teaching martial arts. He waved the branch unceremoniously and hit Changqing's legs and knees one after another.
Although the branches are not sharp weapons, every time they are knocked down, Changqing's muscles and bones are numb, and he can hardly stand.
"You're talking clearly, but you don't understand how the force rises from the ground?" Cheng Sanwu taught him a lesson: "Flying to attack is like taking someone by surprise. If you do this trick in front of a well-prepared master, you will die without knowing how.
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Chang Qing gathered his thoughts, knowing that he was inexperienced against the enemy and only focused on showing off his moves, so he took a few steps back with a straight face, took up his posture again, lowered his elbows and shoulders, and then stabbed straight with his sword.
As if he had expected it, Cheng Sanwu turned his body slightly, flicked his wrist, and the branch stuck to the sword body. Instead of knocking it, it swept down along the sword body.
Seeing that the hand holding the sword was about to be hit by a branch, Changqing tried to regain his strength and defended, but he couldn't catch up and the branch easily hit his wrist.
There was a sharp snap, Chang Qing's wrist hurt, his fingers stiffened, and the windlass sword fell from his hand and fell to the ground.
"Look, it's all about dead strength." Cheng Sanwu pointed at the branch: "For things like the intersection of weapons, the most important test is whether the strength has been practiced well. If I had a real thing in my hand, I could have sliced off your wrist just now.
Break."
Changqing covered her wrist with lingering pain and did not dare to refute. She bent down obediently and picked up the windlass sword. She carefully recalled the shortcomings of the two previous attacks. She began to deduce her thoughts over and over again in her mind. After a few breaths, she regained her confidence.
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"Come again!" Changqing exhaled a breath of turbid air, his figure sank slightly, and he raised his sword with both hands.
Cheng Sanwu still lifted the branch at an angle as usual, but took a few steps back to distance the two of them.
Chang Qing frowned slightly, kicked his feet, pushed hard with all his strength, followed the windlass sword forward, and attacked Cheng Sanwu's lower body.
In an instant, Cheng Sanwu retreated with his front foot, as if to avoid the sharp edge. The path of the Changqing Sword suddenly changed, turned upward, and attacked the empty door in front of him.
However, Cheng Sanwu reacted faster and easily dodged the attack by taking a step across. He swung the tree branch in a leisurely manner and hit Changqing's calf, causing him to involuntarily stretch his steps and almost doing a split on the spot.
"Why are you so anxious?" Cheng Sanwu shook the branch and hummed with a smile: "The pace is too big, it's easy to get caught."
Not to mention how Chang Qing looked ashamed, Qin Wangshu, who was paying attention to the two sparring not far away, murmured: "Selecting the eight moves of the front, is this the martial arts of the border army?"
The latter half of the sentence was obviously a question to Afu beside her. She nodded slightly: "In order to resist the Donghu tribes, Youyanbian Town paid a lot of money to hire famous martial arts families in Hebei and spread them among the martial arts army. The eight styles of swordsmanship are to combine the swordsmanship of each family.
Get rid of the bad and keep the good."
Both of them could see that the eight moves of selecting the front were specially designed for military formations on the battlefield. They pursued simple moves and quick kills, and did not rely on numerous changes in moves to win.
If you look at the martial arts world, this kind of sword technique cannot be said to be brilliant. In the military training of soldiers and horses, it is impossible for soldiers to spend many years polishing their moves. Therefore, this sword technique only retains the most basic martial arts and attack methods, and has its upper limit. But in Cheng
In Sanwu's hands, he exerted power beyond the original sword skills.