The Taoists who came to verify their literary skills stood in a long queue one after another, waiting for the master inside to verify their literary skills.
This is a special place for all Taoists to check the progress of their literary skills. It is notoriously difficult to check literary skills, so you can only go to high practitioners.
"Speaking of which, how do you check this literary skill? Do you need to touch the bones, look at the eyes, etc.?"
Zhang Rongfang looked at the slowly moving team in front and asked in confusion.
He was still learning alchemy when he was suddenly pulled over and everyone checked his literary skills together.
Not only him, but also Chuixi was also pulled over.
"The last time I checked, I just stretched out my hand and clicked on you, then watched your reaction and asked some questions. The inspection was quite fast, and the questions changed depending on the intensity and position of the clicks." Chuixi
replied.
She glanced at Zhang Rongfang.
"Actually, as long as we are not top-notch geniuses in terms of literary skills, we can just practice casually. There is a saying: if you don't have the golden elixir, you are just an ant!"
Her last sentence seemed to be imitating someone's tone. She raised her chin with a look of contempt on her face and waved her little hand.
"Haha, you are very open-minded." Zhang Rongfang said with a smile, "Isn't it very popular after you have mastered literary skills? It can also extend your life and strengthen your body."
"That's true, but it's too time-consuming. We have no talent. What we need is not to extend our lives, but to enjoy it.
After all, in this world, it is not only age that can harm people, but also bad people. Without martial arts, everything is in vain."
Since he almost fell disabled last time, Chuixi's attitude towards martial arts seems to have changed. Recently, he has started practicing diligently every day. Under his Taoist robe, he also wears a tight-fitting short jacket that is convenient for practicing martial arts.
"After I went back last time, I asked my father to start studying seriously and practice the martial arts talismans taught by my Taoist priests. I will strive to become a martial arts master in the future!" Chuixi waved his fist and said fiercely.
"Then keep going." Wen Gongxiu encouraged.
"Don't worry, when I become a ninth-grade master in the future and get promoted to a noble rank, I will definitely help you with it!" Chuixi said with a smile.
She has only started to exercise her body now. At this age, everyone knows that it is too late to practice martial arts. It would be good to be in the second or third level before the age of thirty. That is to strengthen her body.
At this moment, an old man walked up from the right side of the queue in front.
"Everyone, listen up. To speed up the process, we have sent an additional high-level cultivator to be responsible for verification.
Now, if your name is called, please come out and check alone." Many Taoists in the long queue looked at him.
The veteran seemed to be used to being looked at by a lot of people, so he didn't care. He picked up the list in his hand and read it one by one.
Suddenly hearing his name, Wen Gongxiu waved his hand towards Chuixi, got out of the queue, and left slowly with a servant who was specially guiding the way.
The old Taoist continued to shout on the side, and these Taoists who were called out were led away by specialized Taoist servants.
The directions they went in seemed to be different. When the people in the team saw this, they didn't pay much attention.
This is very similar to how different senior cultivators in the palace allocate a few people for inspection. There have been similar arrangements before, so no one cares.
Seeing that no one reacted inappropriately, Wen Gongxiu followed the servant with peace of mind, walking through alleys surrounded by high walls, and soon came to a small building between two temples.
The small building has five floors. It is dark and quiet inside. Only the third floor has a semicircular terrace protruding.
Sitting cross-legged on the terrace was an old man with a kind face, a fair face and a fat belly.
The old man's hair was sparse, with only three or two strands hanging on his forehead. He held a banana fan in his hand and fanned himself slowly and leisurely.
The Taoist servant who led the way brought Wen Gongxiu to the door of the small building, pointed to the terrace, turned around and left without saying a word.
Wen Gongxiu understood what he meant, which meant that the inspecting senior cultivator was above. He did not hesitate and walked in along the entrance.
The light in the small building is dim, and the three walls are covered with black and white portraits.
Under this light, these black and white portraits gave him the feeling of something like
Wen Gongxiu shook his head in his mind, but it was impossible to have a camera in this era, so black and white portraits probably didn't have this meaning yet.
As he walked, he looked at the portraits and found that they were all of the same person.
There was a woman in purple clothes with a cold, charming face and long hair. The woman's eyes were very cold, as if everyone she looked at was like a sharp sword of ice.
But there is an indescribable charm in her facial features. Charming and cold, two extremely contradictory temperaments, they are like yin and yang poles in her body, slowly changing.
This strange feeling made Wen Gongxiu feel in a trance that these portraits were like three-dimensional photos.
He walked all the way up to the second floor.
What hangs on the second floor is the woman wearing a palace dress. It seems that the woman is a little younger than the one on the first floor, and her temperament is softer.
Wearing long palace dresses of various colors, wearing various fur hats, and wearing cloud shoulders, some hold weapons in their hands, and some hold small animals.
Next is the third floor.
The third floor is full of women wearing their hair in girlish buns, wearing skirts and trousers, and riding horses to go out for fun.
At this time, the woman's eyebrows were obviously softer, but she had a slightly cold temperament.
But those eyes showed that she was still very clear and childish. "Doesn't she look good?"
Suddenly, an old man's voice came to Wen Gongxiu's ears. He trembled covertly, and quickly turned his head to look behind him. Before he knew it, a figure had stood behind him.
The figure is about 1.8 meters tall, slightly shorter than him, but fair and fat, with a big belly and a wealthy look on his face.
Astonishingly, it was the senior monk who was on the terrace just now. "Yeah, it's very beautiful." Wen Gongxiu said against his will.
In fact, he thought the woman had a good temperament, but her appearance could only be considered good-looking, not very beautiful.
Of course, looking at the old man's expression, you can tell at a glance that he is licking a dog, so naturally you can't say anything slapping him in the face.
"She's pretty, that's right. That was Lao Dao's old friend when he was young." Lao Dao sighed.
"Well, as I get older, I always like to see things and think about people. So I just draw a few pictures to pass the time."
""Which old man would paint a picture that covers three floors to pass the time? Or just paint one person?
Literary cultivation is speechless.
As he went upstairs, he saw at least a hundred paintings, each of which was obviously painted with meticulous care.
"Come and sit." The old Taoist glanced at Zhang Rongfang, turned around, walked to the terrace, and sat cross-legged on a gray futon.
Wen Gongxiu also walked over and sat down on another futon. There was a wool felt between the two of them, and there were two things on the felt.
A small silver hammer and a crystal tube filled with amber crystal liquid. "Master, may I ask how to check Xiao Rong?" Wen Gongxiu asked softly.
"This is simple." The old Taoist smiled.
"Speaking of which, I haven't chatted with young people for a long time. Don't worry, let's chat."
He turned his hand over and grabbed a bottle of wine and two cups from nowhere. He poured a cup for each of them.
The light red wine reflected an intoxicating luster in the sunlight. "Want a glass?" The old man picked up the wine and took a sip.
The literary cultivator couldn't refuse, so he picked up the wine glass, smelled it, and lightly touched his lips to make sure it was not poisonous, and then took a sip.
The taste is sweet and fragrant, as if you have really eaten a grape in your mouth, and there seems to be a lot of other flavors hidden in it.
"How's it going?" The old Taoist looked at him expectantly, as if waiting for his comment.
"It's very sweet." Wen Gongxiu replied, "But after the aftertaste, it's a bit bitter. But it's still very fragrant."
"Yes, I put sugar." The old Taoist smiled. "Otherwise the sweetness will be very weak. 66.
Wen Gongxiu always felt that these words had meaning and told a lot of stories. Putting down his wine glass, the old man raised his head and looked at him.
"You should know how to check, right? I need to ask you some questions." "Excuse me, Master." Wen Gong corrected the color.
"You have studied martial arts, do you still remember your old teacher?" asked the old Taoist.
"Remember, my martial arts teacher was an unknown Taoist from Tan Yang." Wen Gongxiu replied.
His current identity is Zhang Ying, so naturally he cannot tell the Qinghe Palace. But except for the name, the rest can be explained directly according to the original literary skills.
"What do you think of your teacher?"
"Stubborn and ignorant. Just an ordinary martial arts cultivator." Wen Gongxiu carefully recalled his past literary skills.
"But overall, there is nothing wrong with him. He has done everything a teacher should do."
He actually didn't blame Wen Gong for what happened back then.
Many times, you can’t place all your hopes on other people’s enlightenment and understanding.
Either give up and separate, or change with your bare hands.
"Yes, it is always difficult to expect others to understand you in this world." The old Taoist also sighed.
"Then why did you consider learning from Xiao Rong in the first place?" he continued to ask.
"Martial arts protects the body and Xiao Rong lives a long life. I don't know what others think. I just want to live longer." Wen Gongxiu replied seriously.
"Are you alone? What about the people around you?" "If your martial arts are higher, you can protect more people.
If Xiao Rong can be stronger, he can live longer and see more. In this way, he can naturally protect the people around him."
Wen Gongxiu replied.
"It's like a big tree. If I have a canopy of shade, why should I be afraid of the wind and the sun?"
"Okay!" The old Taoist patted his knee and smiled. "Your boy is to my liking."
"At my age, the world focuses on the past, but I only look at the future. But the future is dim and I can't see the light. What would you do if you encountered such a situation face to face?"
"If you can't see the light but want to illuminate it, then light a torch yourself." Wen Gongxiu didn't want to answer without thinking.
"What if we can't find fire and fire materials?" Wen Gongxiu narrowed his eyes and was silent for a moment. "Then we will lie dormant and wait for dawn."
"What if it's been bright for too long?" "Get used to the darkness first!"
The old Taoist looked at the young man in front of him and paused for a moment. After waiting for a while, he slowly said again.
"What if you can't protect the people around you because it's dark?"
The sky represents something that is absolutely unable to resist reversal. The sky is dark
Wen Gongxiu had already thought about it. His eyes flashed sharply and he picked up the wine glass. "Then let's go and see, why is the sky the sky?" He did not say this. He just remained silent and drank the wine in his hand.
All.
There are some words that he knows in his heart, but he cannot say them out loud.
The old man didn't ask any more questions. He just poured another glass of wine and sipped it slowly.
But judging from the other party's answers, emotions, and reactions, he actually got the answer he wanted.
He felt that the man in front of him really didn't look like a young man. His answer just now didn't have the spirit of a young man.
"Okay, next is the stress check. When I check, you need to truthfully tell your reaction and feeling. This can be true.
If you deliberately hide it and recite Gao Xiu's stress response, I can still detect it."
The old Taoist said seriously.
"Yes." Wen Gongxiu bowed his head in response.
He also had some expectations, wondering whether the person in front of him could detect his true literary skills.
"Stretch out your hand." Suddenly the old man shouted in a low voice.
Wen Gongxiu stretched out his left hand with the palm facing upward. The old Taoist hand immediately pinched the pulse gate.
The two of them were silent for a while. The old man gradually frowned.
He pinched his pulse and felt it carefully, but the pulse was completely different from what he expected.
"Sit tight and don't move!" He stood up and walked behind Wen Gong Xiu. He hit the banana with both hands in an instant and quickly touched his back, shoulders and neck.
The click force is very light.
While clicking, the veteran asked a few questions from time to time.
This lasted for about five minutes. The old man stopped and his frown deepened. "Open your mouth!" he said again.
When the literary cultivator heard the words, he opened his mouth.
Then he saw the old man pick up the small hammer and began to tap his teeth gently.
After taking turns to knock the teeth, the old Taoist picked up the small crystal tube again. "Here, squeeze some blood for me."
He opened the pipe and pointed the opening toward Wen Gong Xiu Dao.
Wen Gongxiu looked at the old man, put his hand in his mouth and bit it gently. Then he stretched out his index finger, squeezed out a little blood, and dripped it into the tube.
The scarlet blood drops sank, condensed, and shrank in the amber liquid. Until finally, they sank to the bottom and condensed into a gelatinous object.
The old man closed the lid, picked up the tube and shook it, but the blood drop still didn't move. He shook it up and down hard, but the blood drop still didn't move.
Sighing, the old Taoist threw the pipe back on the felt. Raising his head, he stared at Wen Gongxiu.
"Your Zhang Rongfa has been measured."
“The age was also measured”
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Dadu, Yunmeng Tower.
Yan Shuang walked lightly into the first floor with a long sword on her back and a black dress.
She glanced around, found her target among the crowd of diners, and quickly walked over.
He sat down on the bench with a splash.
She threw a small bag of money with gold thread and black background on the table, and stared at the man opposite her with her beautiful eyes.
"Your share."
Her voice was clear, decisive and without any sloppiness. It was a different tone than when she met Wen Gongxiu before.
"Did you succeed?" The man looked decadent, carrying a long weapon wrapped in black cloth on his back, and his beard seemed to have not been trimmed for a long time.
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"I personally take action, so there is no reason why it won't succeed." Yan Shuang said with a smile. When are you going to take action?"
"Waiting for notification." The man replied. "Yunwu Villa is one of the three most important places of the East Sect after all. Now that the Golden Wing Tower is disabled, Yunwu Villa has definitely absorbed many masters of the East Sect. It will be difficult to fight."