Yan Qu's status in Xu's mansion is somewhat similar to Zhou Yi's. Compared with others, they are both more aloof.
It's just that Zhou Yi was a guest. Xu Gong brought him back to his mansion, then he forgot about it and went to visit friends by himself. He has not returned yet.
Everyone in the Xu family respected Duke Xu's words as an imperial edict, so naturally they did not dare to neglect Zhou Yi.
General Manager Yan used to be a general in Chang'an City. He had been stained with blood and killed people. He was a first-class martial arts master in the army... The talkative servants of the Xu Mansion probably only knew this much.
But Zhou Yi knew from the small black letters that Yan Qufu was more than a first-rate master when he was not injured.
This man has outstanding martial arts talent and talent. In his early thirties, he was already one of the three instructors in the 700,000-strong divine strategy army in the capital.
It's a pity that fourteen years ago, during the "Shu Dao Controversy and the Five Marquises Rebellion in Beijing" incident, Yan Qufu was implicated and was dismissed from his official position.
Fortunately, he was rescued by Mr. Xu. Although he was reduced to a white body, he still managed to save his life.
From then on, he was devoted to Xu Gong.
After leaving Chang'an City, he traveled thousands of miles to Wenhe County on Jiannan Road to guard Xu Gong's ancestral home.
At the same time, Yan Qu Mansion was also secretly observing Zhou Yi.
A slight wave of emotion rippled from the bottom of his heart.
The handsome monk in front of me, who even in the capital city where there are many talented people, is enough to make the ladies of noble houses and hairpin families shriek, is actually able to avoid the sentry posted by himself and arrive as if he is in an uninhabited land.
backyard.
Could it be that this monk is also a martial arts practitioner?
Are their martial arts skills still superior to those of the Xu Mansion guards?
Then at least you have gained a sense of energy.
But why is there no trace of Qi flowing in his body?
At this time, the monk's deep voice sounded in Yan Qufu's ears.
"Why."
Um?
Yan Qufu was slightly stunned.
He looked at the handsome monk opposite, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Those clear eyes that could make Xingyue jealous were actually full of compassion and incomprehension of the world... What kind of difficulties did this monk encounter that made him stay up late at night and come to the forbidden area in the backyard alone to confront him?
The moon groans?
Could it be related to the death of the maid?
Yan Qufu's eyes dropped, and for a moment, he fell into thinking.
Of course Zhou Yi was puzzled a lot.
For example, why doesn’t my hair grow back?
Why does Xu Mansion only buy local ginger and never try old ginger from Lingnan?
Why are there so many people in Xu Mansion awake at such a late hour?
Why did the famous martial arts master in the past fart loudly when he landed on the ground while performing Qing Kung Fu? Did he forget to clock in one hundred and eight times today?
Why did I say the word "why" again? How did Mr. Yan answer this...
Manager Yan suddenly sighed softly: "I understand, the young master came here late at night to recite sutras for the maid Biyin, right?"
!!!
He actually caught it!
Catching the faint weirdness in the corner of Zhou Yi's eyes, Manager Yan smiled and said: "My mother also believed in Buddhism when she was alive, so I don't have much objection to Buddhism. But now that the dust has settled, the young master doesn't need to worry too much.
The Xu Mansion will handle Biyin's funeral affairs at its discretion."
The implication is that Buddhism has collapsed like this, so stop reciting sutras and meddling in other people's business. Others will only laugh when they see it, and will not think it is more handsome.
What else can Zhou Yi say?
The other party was worthy of being the former coach of the capital city. He was capable and thought-provoking. He asked and answered questions for himself. He didn't say anything, but he had already said everything for him.
Under the moonlight, Zhou Yi and Manager Yan looked at each other and smiled, saying nothing.
He was about to say goodbye.
Suddenly, the image of Manager Yan flying over the high wall into the backyard like a big bird flashed through his mind.
Zhou Yi stopped his steps and asked casually as if by accident.
"May I ask Mr. Yan, where are you in martial arts?"
"realm?"
Manager Yan didn't seem to expect Zhou Yi to ask this.
He suppressed the doubts in his heart and raised the cigarette stick to take a sip. He sniffed and put it down: "You are so praised, young master. The word "realm" is really unfathomable. How can we, ordinary people, take it seriously?"
Zhou Yi touched his bald head.
I didn’t expect that the practitioners here would take the word realm so seriously.
But there has to be a distinction between high and low, strong and weak.
Whether it is the division of strength among warriors, martial arts cultivators or monsters, none of them appear directly in the small black characters.
Fortunately, Manager Yan had a clear mind and guessed what Zhou Yi wanted to ask.
"It didn't matter if I didn't mention it when I was young, but now, I have fallen back into 'Qi Sheng'."
Manager Yan's tone was calm, and there was no hint of regret or pride.
Like him, he had been an instructor in the imperial army and also worked as an ordinary civilian. He had gone through many vicissitudes of life and had looked down upon many things.
It can be seen from this that Mr. Yan is a person with a lot of stories.
But no matter how much you have a story, you have to tell it clearly to me!
What the hell is "Qisheng"?
"Well."
Zhou Yi groaned and was thinking about how to formulate a sentence.
Manager Yan seemed to be quite engaged in conversation tonight and said with a smile:
"As martial artists of our generation, 'qi sense' is the dividing line."
"Those who have not yet gained the Qi Sense can only pursue martial arts. If you achieve mastery of martial arts and gain the title of 'Skills Accomplishment', you can still stand out in the world."
"Moreover, warriors who gain Qi sense will have three stages: Qi Sheng, Kai Fu, and Guan Hun."
"Generally speaking, a martial artist is capable enough to establish a gang in Jianghu, or join the army as a captain."
Zhou Yi immediately understood that according to the routines in the online novels he had read before, technical achievement was the first level of a warrior, and the sense of energy was the second level of a warrior.
The first stage of the Qi Sensing state is called Qi Sheng.
Looking at the Tang Dynasty, he is already considered a master.
By analogy, opening a house is the second stage, and soul-watching is the third stage.
Before he could think too much, Manager Yan's meaningful voice sounded in his ears: "If I guessed correctly, the young master has also gained the sense of Qi, so he can avoid the guards and come here. But the strange thing is that there is no Qi in the young master's body."
Could the traces of 'Qi' be related to previous injuries?"
Under the moonlight, Zhou Yi smiled and said nothing, looking handsome and handsome.
Anyway, the young monk doesn’t really understand.
Whatever you say is what it is.
The one with the best brain is invincible...
"Why."
Manager Yan suddenly sighed and said quietly: "More than twenty years ago, Buddhism was destroyed in the Middle Kingdom. Our relationship with Buddhism in the Tang Dynasty was over. All the Buddhist scriptures and wonderful teachings were burned, and not even half a page was left. It is said that only the northern countries
, there are still fragments of Buddhist scriptures brought by the monks who fled back then. I am afraid it will not be easy for the young master to resume the path of Qi Sensation. Unless... he takes the path of martial arts."
Is there no Buddhist scriptures left in the Tang Dynasty?
are you sure?
Zhou Yi looked at a line of small black characters emerging from the air - about an unnamed Buddhist scripture that had been hidden in the Tang Dynasty clan.
Twenty years ago, when Buddhism was wiped out in the world, there were naturally some people in the Tang Dynasty clan who contributed to the cause, but only this Buddhist scripture was left behind and kept secretly.
Even if you think about it with a wooden fish, you will know that this Buddhist sutra is destined to be extraordinary.
Fourteen years ago, during the "War of Magic and Dao, Five Lords Rebellion in the Capital", warlocks, warriors, evil spirits, princes from all walks of life gathered together, and even monsters appeared, but behind them there was also the shadow of this Buddhist scripture.
Zhou Yi really wanted to ask Yan Qufu about this Buddhist scripture.
As a witness to the events that year, he was also one of the few insiders.
You will definitely see Mr. Yan’s facial expressions of surprise, shock, disbelief, etc.
We are all adults, we can see through it but don’t speak out.
So Zhou Yi decided... he must break the casserole and get to the bottom of it in the future!
But forget it tonight.
It's getting late, it's time to go back and have a good sleep.
"Thank you, Mr. Yan, for your concern."
Zhou Yi raised his hands under his sleeves and clasped his hands together: "I heard that Mr. Yan will lead his guards to practice martial arts every morning and teach martial arts skills. I wonder if the young monk can go and watch tomorrow?"
Manager Yan heard the song and knew its elegant meaning: "If the young master comes, I will certainly welcome you."
Zhou Yi achieved his goal and left with a smile.
Unlike the Jianwan sword energy that comes from small black characters, the mysterious power in the body comes from the blessing of Qingyan.
They are two completely different systems that do not interfere with each other.
One is once a day, fast and violent.
One will make one's ears and eyes sharp, light and healthy, and pay more attention to long-term health preservation?
So, using martial arts to develop the latter should be more feasible, right?
Among the Xu family, the one with the highest martial arts attainments, except for the fragrant pearl that they thought was well hidden, belonged to the Yanqu family.
Of course, the premise is that Yan Qufu teaches it sincerely.
…
"I haven't heard of monks who have gained the sense of Qi for many years."
Manager Yan looked at Zhou Yi's back and whispered to himself.
He intends to help this monk of unknown origin continue his journey of feeling Qi. The reason is not complicated.
Although Yichen was born as a monk, he was usually low-key and humble, and since he was a guest brought back by Mr. Xu, he could help out a little, so why not do it.
"Ahem... I've talked a bit too much tonight. Didn't I come out to find out the truth about Lei Ming?"
Yan Qufu laughed at himself, took a puff of dry cigarette, and walked forward.
He happened to pass by the place where Zhou Yi was standing before.
Then he happened to remember something, his steps stopped, he turned around and shouted in the direction Zhou Yi was leaving.
"By the way, starting at 00:00 tomorrow morning..."
The wind was blowing, the clouds were rising, the moon was dancing, and his voice suddenly stopped.
In his surprised, shocked, and incredible gaze, an endless ravine was cut through by a long sword, running through the sky, the earth, and the sky.
Wind, moon, starlight, leaves, air, dust...everything between heaven and earth that was an eyesore was chopped into pieces by that sword.
At this moment, he vaguely realized the source of Xu Mansion's thunderous sound at night - the sound of the sword rhyme in front of him.
But how unfathomable is it, looking down at the existence of the common people, to be able to strike such a sword?
When young master Yichen came here tonight, could it be that he also discovered this ray of sword charm left by the immortal?
Snap!
The cigarette stick that I couldn't bear to leave fell to the ground.
That sword mark, which seemed both real and illusory, had long since disappeared into the sensory world.
But beads of sweat as big as soybeans appeared on Yan Qufu's forehead, covering the deep blue scabs.
cut!
cut!
cut!
The same voice kept echoing in his mind.
The dark and dirty things in Chang'an City that I couldn't bear to look back on, the humiliating past that made me feel ashamed and angry, and all the regrets that I couldn't bear to regret.
These inner demons that were usually suppressed could no longer be controlled and surged up at this moment.
Naturally, he wanted to kill them all.
But if you could kill them all early, why bother to suppress them by force?
High in the night sky, the sky-hanging sword rhyme, which had long since disappeared, was like an invisible giant eye, indifferently overlooking the struggling and painful heart of Yan Qu Mansion.