Lu Zhengkang looked at the moonlit night. However, it is the tenth day of October and the first quarter moon. The moon will not stay with you for a long time and will leave in the middle of the night.
Why is the moon still the same moon? The lunar moon is obviously a big star like the sun, but it still maintains a kind of weakness and cannot always be bright. How can it deserve such a respected position? Perhaps, the meaning of the moon lies in its waxing and waning?
Lu Zhengkang was lying on the tiled roof of the inn, his head resting on his hands. Someone ran up to him. This was also a person who came to seek immortality.
"Brother, you are so elegant."
Lu Zhengkang nodded at him, "When I have nothing to do, I like to look at the moon."
"I am Tang Yunteng, Tang of Tang and Song Dynasties, Yun of Caiyun, and Teng of Soaring. May I ask my brother's name?"
"The deer is healthy, the deer of the animal, the correct one, the healthy one."
"Brother Lu also came to Kunlun to seek immortality, right?" Tang Yunteng smiled.
"Yes...you just came today? I have never seen you before." Although Lu Zhengkang has no cultivation level now, his eyesight is still there. This Tang Yunteng is a practitioner at all.
"Yes, let me see. You don't have to go to Kunlun Palace to seek immortality. As you know, they have too many requirements and too many rules."
Lu Zhengkang showed an eager expression, but he was snickering in his heart, "Brother Tang, you know so much! It seems that you must often go to seek immortality."
Tang Yunteng smiled, "Brother Lu, how old do you think I am this year?"
This man has an elegant demeanor, just like a member of a noble family, with a sense of pride and youthful spirit.
"It looks like it's just two decades of glory."
"Actually, I'm already forty-six."
Lu Zhengkang looked shocked, "You are so good at taking care of yourself!"
"...It's not that I know how to maintain it. It's actually the effect of the immortal's magic." Tang Yunteng adjusted the rhythm of his words. He actually took a fancy to Lu Zhengkang's talent, especially Lu Zhengkang, who has pure merits and virtues. In the eyes of practitioners,
It was like a beacon in the night. As soon as he arrived at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, the old Taoist priests noticed him. Tang Yunteng was here to provide Lu Zhengkang with some help, or to be more direct, to provide him with a quota.
"It turns out you are Lord Immortal, please forgive me." Lu Zhengkang clasped his fists.
Tang Yunteng shook his head, "I'm not a cultivator, I'm just a poor man wandering outside the door. I decided to practice Taoism when I was ten years old. I visited famous mountains and rivers, but I repeatedly encountered obstacles. No one was willing to accept me, so I had to beg for nothing.
These simple breathing methods have been used for many years, but they have achieved nothing, nothing good, and nothing achieved.
, I wanted to return to my hometown, but I found that things had changed and the old houses in my hometown had collapsed. I asked the villagers where my parents, brothers and sisters were now? They only said that they were taken away by the war.
Dear brother, you must successfully enter the cultivation gate. There is too much suffering in the world, and you can be more relaxed in the entrance."
Lu Zhengkang murmured, "A door? It's a wall. People inside the wall are the same as people outside the wall. As long as you are human, you will suffer."
"Well said! Let's have a drink!" Tang Yunteng took off the tin wine bottle from his waist and handed it to Lu Zhengkang, "Wouldn't it be nice to have a drink in front of the moon?"
Lu Zhengkang declined, "I stopped drinking in the middle of the night. The more I drink, the more energetic I become. I have to sleep later."
Tang Yunteng was silent for a while, probably choked again, "Well, it's okay not to drink. Drinking is harmful to the mind. Since you want to be a monk, it's better to drink less."
"Ah? You can't drink alcohol while practicing? I heard that there are people who use alcohol to become Taoists."
"Indeed, but it's better to drink less. Old Taoist priests don't like juniors who drink."
"Who is an old Taoist priest? You have to drink what you should drink!" Lu Zhengkang grabbed the tin wine pot, held down the lid, and pointed it at the spout, trying hard to take a few sips. However, the spout was like peeing, and the wine was turbid.
He poured it into his mouth, and after a mouthful was accumulated, he swallowed it, and continued, and swallowed it again. There was half a catty of wine in the jug, and he drank it all in one breath.
Tang Yunteng thought to himself, he is indeed a huge person. Such a person may not be able to stand the rules and regulations in the mountains, but he should be able to have a good conversation with the Sixth Master Uncle.
After Lu Zhengkang finished drinking, he politely returned the flask to Tang Yunteng. Just when Tang thought the topic would continue, Lu Zhengkang rolled his eyes, fell asleep, leaned back, and fell on the roof tiles.
He ran out, rolled, and fell down the room. He hit a pile of cabbage drying in the courtyard of the inn. One of the cabbages that was knocked out flew into the doghouse and made the napping dog whine.
Barking.
Tang Yunteng jumped down in horror and gently patted Lu Zhengkang on the shoulder, "Brother Lu Xian! Are you okay?"
Lu Zhengkang reluctantly raised his head, "What a... strong drink, miscalculated... miscalculated!" After saying that, he tilted his head and fell asleep.
Tang Yunteng scratched his head, "Isn't it said that the more you drink, the more energetic you will be?" He was helpless and did not know which room Lu Zhengkang was staying in the inn. He went to the lobby to find the shopkeeper and asked several waiters to carry Lu Zhengkang back. Tang Yunteng was halfway there.
Ask the shopkeeper, "What is the name of the wine I bought from you?"
"Deceive the donkey!"
After returning to bed and lying down, Lu Zhengkang sobered up. He took off his clothes and pants, wrapped himself in a quilt and began to sleep. He was indeed a little drunk, and it was like this because he didn't use his internal strength to relieve the hangover. Although Tang Yunteng's wine was just farmhouse wine, Lu Zhengkang
I just wanted to use the excuse of being drunk to interrupt the conversation with him. It's not good to have a superficial conversation. Besides, it's time for him to log off and go to Wutong Realm to handle official business.
The next day, Tang Yunteng still came to talk to him. The two talked freely. Tang Yunteng was always telling stories and recounting his experiences in detail. Lu Zhengkang also heard a set of narration methods from his few words. Tang Yunteng said
I get up every morning, find an open place before dawn, do a set of boxing, then visualize the shape of pine and crane, breathe out to the rising sun, and my energy flows like this.
Lu Zhengkang thought you were too straightforward.
Of course he could tell that Tang wanted to test his skills, so on the third day he went to the mountain to find a cliff and box. It was embarrassing to say that although he knew a lot of boxing skills, the one he was really proficient in was
I learned Changquan in college. After finishing the exercise, I breathed out towards the rising sun.
Tang Yunteng hid in the dark and observed, and saw that Lu Zhengkang's nose was filled with spiritual mist as he breathed out, and the purple energy of the morning sun was blooming. It was indeed a high-quality cultivation seed.
For such a person, as long as his character is good enough, everyone in the world will be eager to get him.
Tang Yunteng secretly sent a message to the sect, saying that he had really found a treasure this time. Should he take this person into the sect in advance before other sects came?
The old Taoist priests in Kunlun Palace discussed it and agreed that Tang Yunteng would immediately find a way to bring Lu Zhengkang back to the door. He must become a disciple before tonight.
Tang Yunteng smiled, and when Lu Zhengkang finished breathing and walked back halfway, he shook his body and turned into a majestic tiger, rushing out of the mountain forest with overwhelming momentum.
It would be extremely difficult for an ordinary martial artist to resist such a monstrous monster.
Tang Yunteng originally thought that Lu Zhengkang would choose a strategic retreat, but he didn't expect that he would laugh wildly and rush towards him, and shout something: "Get some meat!"
