Song Da and Song San were looking boredly at some books on the bookshelf of the house hidden in the bamboo forest.
These are not martial arts secrets, they are just some Analects of Confucius, the Book of Changes and the like. This is completely different from what the two of them originally thought.
"I said Ah Da, the blind man asked us to accompany him this time... Could it be that he really just wanted to accompany him?" Song San looked at Song Da.
Song Da shook his head blankly at this time.
The blind man said this at first: Are you two interested in accompanying me to Wudang Mountain?
When they heard that it was a holy place like Wudang Mountain, the two of them agreed without saying a word... As a result, they only saw a white-haired disciple when they came here?
"I always feel like I've been fooled by a blind man..." Song Da frowned for a while before uttering such a sentence.
"I've been fooled! The blind man just found someone to carry the bag!" Song Sanyi patted his forehead.
The two of them looked annoyed at the same time.
"Let's go for a walk outside." Song Da sighed: "At least it's just a sightseeing trip."
Song San had no choice but to do the same. Anyway, after getting off the plane in Xiangjiang, they all re-registered their mobile phones in China, and the blind man could find them.
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"Master Patriarch, who are the two people you brought?"
In a quiet room of the house, Master Huang Huang Qifa was standing respectfully next to the blind gentleman. At this time, the blind gentleman was silently 'looking' at a yellowed ink hanging painting in the quiet room.
In the painting, there is an ancient man with an immortal demeanor, looking at the stars.
"It's just two people carrying bags, don't worry about it." Mr. Blind said slowly at this time, and turned around. He then sat down directly on the futon in the quiet room and waved his hand.
Huang Qifai wisely sat down and sat opposite Mr. Blind. Counting this time in his life, he had only seen this grandmaster four times in total, and the time each time was short.
However, these four times have almost spanned Huang Qifa's life. He has gone from a young boy to the age of sixty, but the appearance of the ancestor has not changed to this day.
Those urbanites who looked at him all called him Master Huang, Wong Tai Sin. In fact, the real great immortal is the Patriarch in front of him, and he is truly a first-class immortal.
"Stretch out your hand." Mr. Blind said suddenly, "I'll touch your bones first."
When Huang Qifai heard this, he quickly pinched up his sleeves and stretched out his hand. He himself could feel the bones, but they were all wild ways that he had found out by himself. Sometimes they worked, but sometimes they didn't work... and sometimes they didn't work more often.
At this time, Mr. Blind said again: "Tell me the causes and consequences of the incident you mentioned in detail. Also describe in detail the characteristics of the person you mentioned as the 'all living beings'."
Huang Kaiqi's decades of hard training in physiognomy was broken because of that one fortune telling. He really still remembered it, and he opened his mouth and said: "That day, after being introduced by someone, I took an order. It turned out that a person
I just wanted to show people my marriage prospects, but I didn’t expect that the young man’s numerology face was so weird that I had never seen it before.”
Huang Qifai sighed, "I was a disciple at that time and I overestimated my abilities. Partly because I was eager to succeed, I broke the rules of the sect and used the skills passed down by my ancestor to open my 'eyes' and want to take a closer look.
I never expected that it would be directly counterattacked... It has been less than half a year since that day."
"Well... on what day did you meet this person?" Mr. Blind suddenly asked.
Huang Qifai quickly told the specific date and time, and even took out the birthday and horoscope given by the client at that time.
Mr. Blind raised his hand and counted something with his fingers... Just as he was counting, his brows also wrinkled, and the speed of his fingers became faster and faster.
, Huang Qifai just looked at the afterimages of these fingers and couldn't help being shocked.
The so-called calculation with fingers is not as simple as ordinary people say. It contains a lot of complicated formulas. Without extraordinary memory and mental arithmetic ability, it is impossible to learn it. Even if you are not a person with extraordinary talent, you will have to practice hard all your life.
At most, you can only learn some superficial knowledge, which is not considered an introduction.
Originally, the amount of calculation involved should not be something that the human brain can achieve at its current stage.
However, what made Huang Qiqi's heart tense was that Mr. Blind's fingers suddenly stopped at this moment. He thought that this divine and first-class ancestor had the answer at this time, but unexpectedly, the ancestor remained silent.
Huang Qifai secretly glanced at the expression on the Patriarch's face, but he did not open his eyes. So he then glanced at the Patriarch's fingers, and found that the blind man's fingers were twitching slightly at this moment.
This... the Grandmaster couldn't have had a cramp in his hand by counting with his fingers, right?!
"Pour me some water." Mr. Blind pinched his eyebrows and said calmly: "The rheumatism pain I have suffered for many years is here. Let me have a good rest."
It turned out to be rheumatic pain, so that’s no wonder... Although he said he has some skills in rejuvenating his appearance, he is still so old.
Huang Qifai thought that he was already an old man and had to wear dog-skin plaster on his back for at least ten days and eight days a month... Although this patriarch was a first-rate figure, he was still getting old after all.
"Wait a moment, I will boil a pot of hot water for you right away!"
I saw Huang Qiqi crawling up and hurriedly walking out of the quiet room. After that, Mr. Blind slowly held the wrist of his shaking hand with his other hand.
"It's not as simple as 'all living beings'..." He murmured to himself, then stood up and faced the ink portrait painting hanging on the wall again.
"This is the founder of the sect." Mr. Blind said in a low voice: "You once left a legacy and said, 'There must be strange people and visions before the world changes'... The descendants of the Song family I met in South America are precious.
Whether the most noble person is a stranger...whether the person Huang Qiqi met is also a stranger. I can't even figure it out."
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When Huang Qifai came back with a pot of hot water, Mr. Blind was meditating with his eyes closed. He took a sneak peek and found that Mr. Blind's hands were no longer cramping.
However, there was a note in front of Mr. Blind at this moment. This note Huang Qiqi recognized.
It was precisely because of this note that the patriarch returned from a foreign country.
On February 2, the dragon raises its head.
This is just a very common saying passed down from ancient times. What is the mystery behind it? Although Huang Qifai was confused, he did not hesitate and walked quickly to Mr. Blind.
However, Mr. Blind took out a small porcelain bottle from his clothes and handed it to Huang Qifai: "Put the powder inside into hot water and drink it."
"Me?" Huang Qifai was stunned.
"Of course." Mr. Blind nodded, "Outside the bamboo forest, I saw that your hall was black, and there was a death energy rushing out from the canopy, showing the appearance of death."
"But a bloody disaster?" Huang Qifa is also a person who knows how to read fortune tellers. When he heard the ancestor's calculations, he was shocked and broke into a cold sweat.
"No." Mr. Blind shook his head and said, "If it is just a disaster of blood and light, there are naturally ways to resolve it through external forces. It's a pity that the appearance of death is another situation."
"Master Patriarch, save me!" Huang Qiqi's face turned pale, and he knelt down in front of Mr. Blind in fear, kowtowing his head, and even his voice started to tremble.
"When we look at faces, we calculate the sky, the earth, and people, but not ourselves. Do you know why?" Mr. Blind asked calmly.
Huang Qifai said with a bitter voice: "It is already against nature for us to pursue good fortune and avoid misfortune. If we still seek personal gain for ourselves and go against yin and yang, we will offend God and will be punished by God... Grandmaster, I gave you last time
After the call, Qifai had already dispersed all his wealth and donated it all... he knew he was wrong!"
"You have leaked too many secrets over the years, even if it is not a major matter..." Mr. Blind sighed: "But for many people to read fortunes and change their fortunes against the will of heaven, they have accumulated a lot of sins over time, and it is too late to fix the problem.
. Now you have not only broken your skills, but your body is also gradually withering away. It is difficult for gods to save you. I am afraid that your life will not last until the Mid-Autumn Festival this year."
"Master Patriarch, save me, save me!" Huang Qifai cried.
"If you take this medicine every month, you should be able to survive this year." Mr. Blind stood up and said calmly: "You can take care of yourself. However, you will have a disaster in the near future, so it is best not to go out.
, stay here to rest, cultivate your mind and nature, maybe you can survive..."
Mr. Blind's voice had faded away, leaving only Huang Qiqi sitting on the ground in despair.
The older people are, the more afraid they are of death.
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There is a large forest outside this bamboo forest, and outside the forest is a famous scenic spot in Wudang Mountain. In fact, the place where this bamboo forest is located is actually within the scenic area of Wudang Mountain.
It's just that there are specially arranged formations in the bamboo forest. It's easy for ordinary people to get lost in the bamboo forest and they will walk out. Of course, if it is aerial photography, it doesn't matter.
But who would take aerial photos of this small bamboo forest if they have nothing to do?
Song Da and Song San found a telegraph pole at this time, and then they squatted under the telegraph pole not because of anything else, but simply because of the signal comparison in this place.
The thing is like this, out of boredom, Song San clicked on a domestic mobile video website, happened to see a video about Wudang, and couldn't help but click on it.
"The number one person in Qinggong today"
The name of the video naturally makes Song Sanchen very curious. After all, as a martial artist, he knows very well what Qinggong is. Of course, like the TV series where you can soar into the sky by stepping on the soles of your feet, it has special effects added to deceive children, but
It is still possible to achieve true Qinggong flying over eaves and walls.
"Damn, I've been fooled!" Song San cursed loudly at this time: "What the hell is the first person in Qinggong? Isn't this just ordinary parkour!"
Song Da, who was chatting with a woman on the other side of the ocean, rolled his eyes and said: "You think martial arts masters are just cabbage, and you can meet them casually... Besides, state machinery prohibits martial arts.
, if it is really Qinggong, can it be published and circulated on the Internet?"
Song Dazheng said this, but he saw Song San's expression as if he had seen a ghost. He looked at the sky stupidly, opened his mouth and said: "Ada, the cabbage master you mentioned has appeared..."
Song Da looked up in shock and saw a figure in the sky, falling crookedly towards a small forest not far away.
You read that right, it was indeed landing, not falling because both Song Da and Song San saw that the falling figure was carrying another figure on its back!
"Is this the legendary art of controlling air? Oh my god, Wudang is indeed one of the holy places!" Song San's eyes suddenly lit up.
At this moment, Song Da had no time to continue sending SMS, so he quickly stuffed his cell phone into his belt, glanced at Song San, and hurriedly walked towards the grove where the figure landed.
When a master meets a master, of course there is a fight!
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At this time, a scream suddenly came from above the grove.
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!
"Be careful!!! Big brother!!!"
"Wow!!!!"
Obviously two different voices.
The figure fell onto the tree crown, and then broke the branches along the way. Finally, it was hooked and stopped. However, the branches were unable to support the weight, and finally broke.
Bang!
The two figures separated at the moment of falling. One bounced to the ground quickly, while the other hit the ground solidly.
"Zhui Feng, you bastard, don't save me until you die!" The figure that hit the ground suddenly started to curse.
"It's not my fault...instinct reaction, instinctive reaction, hee hee!"
I saw a young man walking over with a playful smile, pulling up the figure who had hit the ground, and patting the dirt on his body.
They are... Mo Xiaofei and Zhui Feng.
As for why this man and this monster appear here, we should start talking about it before the winter vacation begins.
That day, the True Dragon of China threw Mo Xiaofei, the founder of the mountain, to Sun Xiaosheng, and left with Xiaodie Yaoluo Pianping. Before leaving, the True Dragon of China once mentioned the matter of Buyi Dao, saying that it might be able to make Mo
Xiaofei knows his past life.
So Mo Xiaofei had the idea to take advantage of the winter vacation to quietly go to Mount Tai to chase the wind. It was for other reasons.
However, as a student, it was too difficult to pay for the travel expenses along the way (Mo Xiaofei, who aspired to become a hero, was very determined not to use his superpowers to make money), so he made a decision: travel on a budget.
airplane?
I can fly.
train?
I can fly.
Bus?
I can still fly.
Mo Xiaofei, who planned to fly all the way towards Mount Tai, became Zhui Feng's exclusive mount. A full week had passed since their departure, and they also successfully left the province where they lived and came to
Got here.
"Water... give me some water." Mo Xiaofei sat down at this time and glanced weakly at Zhui Feng.
It's okay to fly alone, but with Zhui Feng on board, it's very strenuous, not to mention that it's almost a full day on the road.
Despite this, Mo Xiaofei felt that his flying time was increasing every day...probably it was the so-called good exercise.
"Where are we?" Mo Xiaofei glanced at Zhuifeng at this time.
Zhui Feng quickly took out the map. He was responsible for looking at the terrain and route along the way.
But at this moment, there was a sudden sound, and two figures were seen shooting out of the woods, one was tall and majestic, and the other was skinny.
But I heard the burly and majestic man say loudly: "Song Qingshu, an abandoned disciple of Shaolin, please teach me two young masters!!"
And the skinny man also said in a deep voice: "Song Qingshu, an abandoned disciple of Shaolin, please give me some advice from these two young masters!!"
What the hell...
Mo Xiaofei and Zhui Feng blinked, looking confused.
