After the old monk finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the inner courtyard. Although Liang Yan was puzzled and wanted to ask, but seeing that he had no intention of answering, he had no choice but to give up and followed the old monk.
In the inner courtyard, the two stood opposite each other.
"Amitabha, the person who killed your father has already subdued the Dharma, and the remaining person is just blind and did not actually take action. Can't you let go of your grievances and concentrate on cultivating the Tao?" "What is my Tao? It turns out that the old monk is still here to do
it Lobbyist. Since this is the case, there is no need to say more, how can I not avenge the murder of my father?!" The
old monk had long regarded Liang Yan as his half-disciple in his heart, and he wanted to give him some advice at this time, but After hearing this, he couldn't help feeling annoyed secretly, and cursed inwardly: "What a bastard."
The two stood facing each other in the inner courtyard without speaking for a moment. Suddenly, the old monk raised his right hand and stretched out his index finger to touch Liang Yan's forehead. Liang Yan suddenly felt a stabbing pain, and instinctively stretched out his hand to block it.
But the next moment, a formula appeared in Liang Yan's mind out of thin air. It was mysterious and obscure, and it seemed to be a method of practicing luck. Liang Yan knew in his heart that this was the old monk teaching him the Dharma, so he immediately stood there with his hands down and did not fight.
After a while, the old monk withdrew his right hand, and a complete formula also appeared in his mind. Liang Yan took a deep breath, his knees sank, and he was about to kneel down to pay homage to his teacher.
The old monk stretched out his hand, and suddenly an invisible force rose up, supporting his legs and making him unable to kneel down.
"You don't need to be too polite. What I taught you is just superficial, the way to get started. I have something to say first. I am not your master, and you are not my apprentice. When you walk outside in the future, you can't be called master and apprentice. Do you understand? "
Liang Yan was stunned for a moment, so he could only nod his head in a daze.
"You go out and say hello to the people outside, we're leaving immediately."
"Where are we going?"
"Look for an old friend."
…
Liang Yan was full of doubts at this moment, why the old monk taught the immortal method but did not call him master and apprentice. After much deliberation, I still don't understand, I was in a trance, and I have returned to the lobby.
Suddenly there was a gust of fragrant wind, and a delicate and gentle little girl with double braids had already trotted to the front. It was Wan'er.
She took Liang Yan's hand and said in a half-pleading tone: "Brother Liang, you can go to the capital with me, the capital is really fun." "That's not okay, I have other things to do
now "
Wan'er looked disappointed, and her small face was full of grievances, but she still forced herself to say: "Then you promise, you must come to the capital to play with me in the future."
Liang Yan gave an absent-minded "Yes".
Wan'er's complexion changed from rain to sunny, and she let out a chuckle. At the same time, she stretched out her little finger with her right hand and hooked it on Liang Yan's little
finger
. , staring at Wan'er in a daze. His face blushed for no reason, and this time he gave a serious "hmm".
Wan'er seemed to have heard the happiest thing in the world, her pretty face was rosy, she was really cute. At this time, Lin Ziqing's call came from outside the courtyard, and Wan'er reluctantly let go of her little hand and walked outside, looking back from time to time.
"You must come to the capital!"
Liang Yan nodded silently, looking out, the woman in red had packed up with everyone, carried Wan'er into the carriage, and was ready to go on the road. Seeing Liang Yan's gaze, she also looked at him Nodding his head, he jumped on his horse and led the crowd away slowly.
Liang Yan was silent for a moment, then turned back to the inner courtyard, and said to the haggard figure, "Old monk, let's go too." ...…
Winter
goes to spring, and a year passes in the blink of an eye .
It was a sunny day, and a convoy was stationed on a dense jungle trail.
In the motorcade, a young scholar dressed as a scribe, holding a folding ink fan in his hand, was shaking his head and reciting poems and eulogies, seeming to be intoxicated by himself.
In the back row of the convoy, a middle-aged man with the appearance of a butler frowned with disgust. The person next to him said: "Steward Lu, this young master is getting more and more outrageous. This poem doesn't make any sense.
" I don't know how many mountains I've visited and how many temples I've donated."
"That's right, the old monk I met on the road yesterday, I don't know which temple he came from, and he even brought a young apprentice with him. Look at his skinny appearance, he doesn't look like What kind of eminent monks, the young master insisted on getting off the car to treat them politely, and even took them on the road together. It was nothing but nonsense to offer them delicious food and drink along the way."
Steward Lu coughed and said, "Okay, don't bother . Let's talk about it again, it's not like you don't know the temperament of the young master, and you prefer these eminent monks." When talking about the words "empowered monks", he deliberately emphasized his tone, and looked at an old monk sitting cross-legged behind him, mocking The meaning is self-evident.
After a pause, he continued: "The young master has been favored by his wife since he was a child. As servants, we just do our best and don't make unreasonable comments!" When everyone heard this, they hurriedly nodded in agreement.
At this moment, a swordsman in Tsing Yi in the front row of the convoy suddenly shouted loudly: "Everyone be on alert!"
A stone caused a thousand waves, and more than a dozen guards who were eating dry food drew out their weapons almost at the same time, and surrounded them with alert expressions. lap.
A strange laugh came from the woods: "Jie Jie! The boy's reaction is quite clever."
Then a burly man walked out from behind the tree, carrying a big copper hammer weighing dozens of kilograms on his shoulder, followed by four reckless bandits, One holds a knife, one holds an axe, and the other two use swords.
Seeing the appearance of the five people clearly, the Tsing Yi swordsman's heart skipped a beat, as if he had been hit hard. Then he cupped his fists and said with a wry smile: "It turns out that they are the five tigers out of the five tigers and three wolves in Fengyun Village, who have been admiring them for a long time."
"Haha, the little boy has some knowledge. Since I know that I am waiting for a big name, I will not quickly hand over the gold and silver, and we will not do the killing thing. If you hand over the money, we will leave you to wait for a way out." The swordsman in blue felt depressed
. If these five tigers met one-on-one, he would not be sure of winning. Now that the five tigers are here, although he has many subordinates, he is not the enemy of these people. If it is really a fight, it is estimated that no one can survive.
But there is an important item on the car, which was ordered by the city lord himself, and nothing should be lost. If it is given with both hands, the city lord will hold him accountable after returning to the city.
"It seems that we can only fight with everyone's strength. I will take that thing away in the chaos. Well, if the situation permits, I will take away the bastard of the city lord." The swordsman in blue thought in his heart, but the five tigers over
there waited impatiently up. Especially the reckless bandit holding the knife was so impatient, seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, he shouted loudly: "Brother, this kid's mother-in-law, I'm lucky enough to let me cut off a few heads first.
" Without waiting for an answer, he rushed straight to a guard, swung his knife and slashed. The guard had never seen such speed before, and in a panic, he drew his sword to block, ping! The swords intersected, and the long sword broke in response to the sound, and the sword remained undiminished, and it was wiped towards the guard's neck.
Seeing that the body and head were about to be separated, and the corpse was lying on the spot, the sword suddenly stopped and stopped an inch in front of the neck, unable to move forward any more.
Everyone looked up, and saw a ten-year-old boy standing on the sword, with black clothes and black hair, carrying a branch on his right shoulder, and half of a deliciously roasted wild boar stuck in the branch. look back.
The saber-wielding gangster was sweating profusely, trying to pull the long knife back with all his strength, but the long knife seemed to be nailed in mid-air, and it didn't move at all. He couldn't help being horrified, and shouted loudly: "Brother, the idea hurts, Let's go together, brothers!" Someone in the convoy approached the Tsing Yi swordsman and whispered:
"Boss, do we want to go up and help?"
, obviously wanting to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, let's wait and see what happens and see his strength."
Just talking here, the five tigers have already swarmed up.
The gangster with the hammer rushed forward with a copper hammer in his hand, and the gangster who used the ax had already gone around silently behind him, ready to kill him, but the two tigers who used the sword were brothers. , The two swords combined rarely fail, at this time the two used a joint attack technique, one from the left and the other from the right to attack the black-clothed boy.
The boy in black didn't seem to be worried. Instead, he untied a yellow wooden gourd from his waist and raised his head to take a sip. After turning over and jumping up, the gangster with the knife was freed, happy in his heart, swung the knife with his backhand and slashed at the young man.
The young man was in mid-air, not in a hurry, his left leg twitched in the air, and with a "slap!", he slapped the knife-wielding gangster's face. The knife-wielding bandit flew backwards like a broken leaf in the wind, and hit a boulder with blood on his face, and he died on the spot.
Immediately afterwards, the young man turned his waist and turned his head, and spewed out a white mist from his mouth, which seemed to be the drink he had just drunk. The target was the gangster with the ax behind him.
But the white mist was as fast as lightning, and it hit him in an instant, like a hundred needles piercing paper. Countless blood holes appeared on the gangster's body, and the anger in his eyes quickly disappeared. He was sprayed to death by the young man with a sip of wine.
The young man spouted the drink in the air, his body fell, and his right foot landed on one foot. It seemed that a circle of transparent ripples spread from his feet. The two tigers who were using their swords on the left and right suddenly felt a huge force coming from under their feet, which instantly broke the hearts of the two of them. When Kan walked up to the boy, he tilted his head and fell to the ground dead.
The black-clothed boy only turned over in the air, kicked one person to death, sprayed one person to death, and shocked two people to death. All this is a long story, but in fact it is only a few breaths.
Four of the five tigers had gone, and only the big tiger who wielded the hammer had just arrived in front of him. Seeing the scene in front of him, he was terrified, and immediately turned his head and ran away. But the boy in black didn't give him a chance, he rushed up and killed him with just one punch.
After the black-clothed boy cleaned up the five tigers, the rest of the convoy looked at each other in blank dismay, not daring to make a sound. This boy's methods are so horrific, if he harbors ill intentions towards them, none of them will survive.
The swordsman in Tsing Yi touched the sweat beads on his head, stepped forward to fawn on the young man, and was about to speak. But an old voice came from the back row of the convoy and said: "These people are just seeking money, they didn't kill you. You didn't leave anyone alive when you came up. After all, it's too much." The black-clothed boy glanced at him sideways
, Said lightly: "These five people were born in a bandit village, there must be accomplices nearby, let them go today, and attract more robbers in the future, wouldn't it be annoying?"
The boy in black was naturally Liang Yan, behind the car It was the old monk who passed on his formulas that day. These two people acted like no one was around, they asked and answered here, but no one dared to interrupt. The old monk seemed to have known his character long ago, so he kept silent after he finished speaking. Liang Yan ignored him, climbed into a carriage on his own, tore off the wild boar's leg and started to chew and swallow.
Everyone outside the car looked at each other, and the leading swordsman in green coughed and said, "We can't guess what the masters do. Since they are willing to stay in the car, let's not bother them." Then he ordered the person on the right: "Send the order, No one is allowed near the last two carriages!".
"Yes!" The man got the order and immediately passed the order back.
After resting for a while, the convoy started heading south again, but what they didn't know was that in the early morning of the third day, when they passed a green mountain peak, two figures left the convoy quickly.
...
At the foot of Cuishan, two figures, one old and one young, walked slowly. It was Liang Yan and the old monk.
Seeing the sun rising, the old monk walked unhurriedly towards a big rock by the side of the road. After sitting cross-legged, he said to Liang Yan, "Let's start, do today's homework again." Liang Yan curled his lips and walked to the side of the
road , standing on one foot with the left foot, hooking the ankle with the right foot, hanging the upper body in the air with the upper body leaning back, supporting the head with the left hand, and arching the back with the right hand. This posture was extremely weird, but Liang Yan seemed to have been trained for a long time, so he just closed his eyes and kept this posture unchanged.
So about an hour passed. Liang Yan changed his posture again, this time it was even weirder, he actually lay face down, with his left hand behind his head and his right hand around his left knee.
If someone passed by and saw them, they would definitely point them out, but Liang Yan had already seen it. In fact, he had been training like this for a year.
Since the old monk took him out of the teahouse a year ago, he used his great supernatural powers to guide him into the body, helping him enter the first level of Qi training, which can be regarded as officially embarking on the cultivation of immortals.
But since then, the old monk did not teach him the secrets of immortality as Liang Yan imagined. Just teach him eight weird poses. These eight postures can be said to violate human habits, as awkward as they are.
But the old monk asked him to practice every day until he memorized the eight postures by heart, and the details were perfect. Then he was asked to follow the nameless formula he taught in his mind while posing in weird poses.
At the beginning, Liang Yan also doubted it, but after a few days of posing in strange poses and following the mantra, he found that his bones and flesh seemed to be reborn, and when he ran and walked, he had infinite strength, so he gave up in joy. questioned.
It's just that the postures taught by the old monk are too weird, and the old monk never explains it to him in detail, but only urges him to practice. Liang Yan was angry, so he randomly named these poses. For example, he named the two poses "snoozing pose" and "rolling pose" at the beginning, and there were also "swearing poses" and "punch poses" and so on. .
The young man concentrates on practicing, while the old monk meditates with his eyes closed. The two remained silent like this for a long time, and when Liang Yan finally finished work, the old monk also stood up slowly, nodded at him, turned and walked up the mountain.
Liang Yan intuitively felt that the old monk seemed to have something on his mind when he came to Cuishan this time, but he never talked much, and Liang Yan didn't like to ask too many questions, so he could only follow behind sullenly.
After walking on the mountain road for a long time, Liang Yan suddenly said: "Old monk, you have taught me for a year, now you can tell me what kind of kung fu I am practicing?
" .
Liang Yan was taken aback when he heard the words, and then immediately realized that he was annoyed that he named the poses he taught indiscriminately. I couldn't help clapping my hands and laughing loudly:
"Wonderful, extremely fast! Your set of exercises is either swearing in the streets, or rolling all over the floor. You look like a street gangster. It couldn't be more appropriate if you say it's a gangster! Hahaha !"
Liang Yan laughed for a long time, seeing no response from the front. Finally, I couldn't help asking: "Old monk, what are we doing here in Cuishan?" The
old monk's unhurried voice came from the empty mountain road:
"Looking for someone."
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