Chapter 352: Immortal touches the head, great skill is not elaborate

Gu Dan is extremely beautiful.

That kind of beauty does not come simply from the appearance, but comes from all aspects.

It possesses the spirit of heaven and earth, and is loved by the Tao.

Even ordinary people would find it difficult to look away once they have their eyes fixed on him.

That is a beauty that transcends the mundane world.

Any compliments in the world will pale in comparison.

It is close to Tao, as if it was created from heaven and earth.

Not to mention the peasant women and children in the small mountain village who had never seen the world, even Zhuang Sheng, who had once glimpsed the scenery of immortals and was a master himself, was stunned for a while.

After not seeing him for several years, the changes in Gu Dan are obvious.

He just stood there, without saying anything, and people couldn't help but stare at him, unwilling to look away.

The beauty that is revealed inadvertently is the embodiment of one's own conformity with the great way.

The so-called immortals are probably just like this, right? Thinking of this, Zhuang Yun was right.

"Brother Kong, I haven't seen you for a few years. It seems that you have made great progress."

Zhuang Sheng quickly recovered and hugged the little guy who was staring at Gu Dan in a daze, saying, "This is Uncle Kong. Say hello to him."

The last time Gu Dan saw Zhuang Yun, he was just a little baby. Now he has grown into a chubby boy, with big eyes rolling around, looking very smart.

"Hello, Uncle Kong, are you an immortal?"

Zhuang Yun was not shy at all. After greeting, he moved closer to Gu Dan, stared at him carefully for a few seconds, then boldly reached out his hand, grabbed the corner of Gu Dan's clothes, and then quickly let go.

It was as if he was afraid that he would just fly away.

"Immortal? I'm not one."

Gu Dan squatted down and rubbed his head.

"Wow!"

But after just two touches, Zhuang Yun jumped up excitedly and shouted, "The Immortal is touching my head! The Immortal is touching my head! Daddy, it's the Immortal who is touching my head! I'm going to become an Immortal!!!"

Zhuang Yun jumped around Gu Dan, extremely happy. He even stretched out his hands and pointed at the white clouds in the sky, as if he wanted to jump up.

"this?"

Gu Dan was a little confused.

"Ha, I just told him some strange stories, but he remembered them so well."

Zhuang Sheng laughed out loud.

The legend of the immortal touching the head is very popular among children in Ping'an Village.

After all, who wouldn't want to be valued by an immortal and have his head touched and taught? In the entire world, I'm afraid there will never be another person with the immortal style and Taoist spirit like Gu Dan at this moment.

No wonder the little guy was so excited.

I'm afraid you took the story he told you as true. After all, you have encountered the banished immortal and have had your head touched, so why can't you attain enlightenment?

Gu You's thoughts suddenly changed, and he understood what was going on. He smiled and picked up the restless little guy, saying, "If you want to become an immortal, you can't rely on others to caress your head. You have to practice hard on your own."

"Uncle Kong, can you teach me how to practice?"

Zhuang Yun was extremely smart and asked without hesitation.

"Practice with me?"

Gu Dan pretended to be embarrassed, stretched out his hand to scratch the little guy's nose, and said casually: "It's not impossible. However, if you practice with me, you will have to leave home often, and it is not uncommon to be away for several years. So, do you still want to practice with me?"

"ah?"

Zhuang Yun's face turned bitter, and his eyes swept back and forth between Gu Dan, Zhuang Sheng, and his mother. Finally, he jumped out of Gu Dan's arms with a pout.

"I want to follow Daddy!"

Zhuang Yun turned around and hugged Zhuang Sheng's thighs tightly, refusing to let go, as if he was afraid of being captured by Gu Dan and not returning home for several years.

"Hahaha!"

Gu Dan laughed.

The mood that was originally a little bit depressed was relaxed a lot because of this little guy's farce.

"Brother Kong has returned, so we should celebrate and have a banquet."

Zhuang Sheng held Zhuang Yun's hand and took his wife back to his kitchen. He selected a very fat chicken from the yard, caught a duck, and started slaughtering them quickly and efficiently.

When he finished cleaning up the chickens and ducks and returned to the kitchen to busy himself, his wife stopped him.

"I can do all this."

"It's okay. It's nothing serious."

Zhuang Sheng didn't care at all.

"No, no, no, what I mean is that you should spend more time with your friend."

The woman snatched the chicken and duck from his hands and whispered.

Even though she didn't have much experience and had never been outside a hundred miles in her life, she still had a good eye.

How could one neglect such a person? Not offering incense to him would be disrespectful! How could one really just ignore him and let him wait?

"I can do these things, so you don't have to be busy here. Go ahead."

The woman pushed Zhuang Sheng out of the kitchen.

Zhuang Sheng had no choice but to casually wipe his hands on his body and move closer.

In the yard, Zhuang Yun was pestering Gu Dan, wanting to listen to his stories.

"What story do you want to hear?"

Gu Dan asked.

“I’ve never heard of that before!”

Zhuang Yun said immediately.

"Really?"

Gu Dan thought for a moment and said, "Once upon a time, there was a mountain. On the mountain there was a temple. In the temple there was an old monk and a young monk."

Having said this, he paused deliberately.

As expected, Zhuang Yun quickly asked, "Then what? Then what?"

"One day, the old monk said to the young monk, 'Once upon a time there was a mountain, and on the mountain there was a temple.'"

A few more words to the story.

Zhuang Yun's originally excited face darkened visibly, and he said unhappily, "You are cheating! No, no, this story is not acceptable!"

"Oh? This can't take you down?"

Gu Dan raised his eyebrows, "So what story do you want to hear?"

"I want to hear stories about immortals, stories about very powerful immortals!"

Zhuang Yun said in a decisive tone.

"Immortal?"

Gu Dan shrugged with difficulty and said, "I'm really not familiar with this."

After a pause, before the disappointment on the little guy's face could be seen, Gu Dan continued, "But I have a story about a saint. Do you want to hear it?"

"saint?"

Zhuang Yun scratched his head, "What is that? Is it more powerful than an immortal?"

Gu Dan said: "To some people, they are probably more powerful than immortals."

"More powerful than an immortal?! I want to hear it!"

Zhuang Yun's eyes lit up with surprise and he nodded repeatedly.

Gu Dan added: "But this story is very long."

"It doesn't matter, I want to listen!"

"good."

Gu Dan nodded slightly and said, "Once upon a time, there was a country called Dayue. Dayue had an emperor, we can call him Emperor Zongming. After becoming emperor, Emperor Zongming worked hard to govern the country for ten years, and the country was peaceful and the people were safe.

Then one day, he suddenly caught a strange cold. The imperial doctors surrounded Emperor Zongming, anxious, but could not find a way to cure him. "

"Ah? Good emperor, please don't die!"

Zhuang Yun covered his mouth with his hands. The little guy quickly got into the role, his eyes full of worry.

Zhuang Sheng also came over, but didn't say anything, just sat quietly by the side.

The story gradually moves forward.

And the 'plot' itself is beyond the understanding of a six-year-old kid.

Soon his eyes widened, and the transition from 'good emperor should not die' to 'why doesn't this bastard die yet' was seamless, natural and sincere.

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But this is a long story.

So when Zhuang Sheng's wife called for dinner at the door, Gu Dan had just started talking about the time when Mo Qiu founded the Mohist school and was about to go to the palace to meet the "bad emperor".

“It’s time to eat.”

Gu Dan stood up.

"Don't!"

Zhuang Yun, who was listening intently, jumped up, grabbed Gu Dan's clothes and refused to let go, asking repeatedly: "What happened next? Did Mo Qiu kill that bastard with one punch?"

"Your father also knows this story. You can ask him."

Gu Tanran immediately used the technique of "escaping from the shell" to divert the trouble to others.

As expected, the little fellow immediately hit the target, flew to Zhuang Sheng's side, and said, "Why didn't Daddy tell me this story? I want to hear this!"

"Eat first."

Zhuang Sheng had no choice but to pat the little guy on the head and drag the reluctant little guy into the house.

The table is already filled with dishes.

It can be seen that Zhuang Sheng's wife has excellent cooking skills. The tables and chairs are wiped clean and bright, and the dishes are delicious. You can smell the rich aroma before you even get to the table.

It really is just as he said at the beginning: being diligent and considerate can make a living.

Have a hearty meal.

As we all know, putting drinks on the table for two adults would be extremely time-consuming. The two elderly people did not leave the table after eating and drinking, but drank the drinks slowly.

In this remote and secluded mountain village, wine is a very precious resource.

But since Zhuang Sheng became the village chief of Ping'an Village, life here has become more and more prosperous. There is enough energy to make wine for drinking. Someone in the village even opened a winery and collected some grain to help others make wine.

Zhuang Sheng's wife was very tactful and took the reluctant Zhuang Yun away, leaving them with space for a private conversation.

"Why didn't you teach Zhuang Yun martial arts?"

After pouring himself a glass of wine, Gu Dan asked first.

Judging from Zhuang Yun’s current age, he is already old enough to practice martial arts.

With a father who is a master, it is necessary to adjust and sort out one's own qi and blood to lay a foundation for the future.

But there was no trace of refinement on Zhuang Yun's body, and it was obvious that he had not started practicing martial arts.

"If he is interested, he can learn from him. If he is not interested, there is nothing wrong with staying in Ping'an Village. It is a beautiful place, isolated from the world, and a good place to stay."

Zhuang Sheng stroked his completely gray beard and said.

"Oh? But I see that child is very curious and he won't be happy to stay here all the time," said Gu Dan.

"Just let him be. Just make yourself comfortable."

Zhuang Sheng said quite casually.

He does not have the strong desire to control his descendants like many fathers. On the contrary, he even seems a little out of touch.

They neither plan anything in advance for their children nor intend to interfere in their future lives.

In Zhuangzi's view, most people can only live for themselves in this world.

Even so, there are only a handful of people who can do this smoothly.

Most people live most of their lives just for themselves, but still feel depressed and even miserable.

If you want to add one more thing, living for others, it is no longer something that can be achieved through "guidance" and "planning", but depends on personal fate.

He himself is a very casual person.

Fortunately, he has done a good job in "living for himself", but he does not think that he can arbitrarily point fingers at other people's lives, even if that person is his child.

If you want to learn martial arts, you can learn martial arts. If you want to farm, you can farm honestly. If you want to venture out, you can venture out. People are born free, there is no need to add shackles.

Ordinary people are the majority in this world. As long as you are willing to be ordinary, there will always be plenty of ways to make a living.

If you don't want to be lonely, it depends on your own ability, and this is precisely the most difficult thing for others to interfere with.

After all, the immortal touching the head is just a beautiful legend.

“You.”

Gu Dan shook his head, not knowing whether he should envy Zhuang Sheng's mentality or scold him for being so careless.

"Brother Kong, I'm afraid it's unreasonable for you to scold me."

Without waiting for Gu Dan to speak, Zhuang Sheng said, "It has been several years since we last met. I'm afraid only you can do such a thing. In this regard, I am actually learning from you."

“.”

After a brief silence, Gu Dan picked up the wine bowl and said, "Drink, drink!"

After drinking a few bowls of wine, Gu Dan said goodbye and left.

After all, this is Zhuang Sheng's home, and he can't hinder him from enjoying his family happiness.

And he had his own problems to solve.

For example, the "Taoism" that was displayed at this moment was simply because he was afraid that others would not be able to see his extraordinaryness.

Although this is one of the tangible manifestations of enlightenment, it is a bit too high-profile.

Even if you don't get 'watched to death', it's still a hassle.

He had to come up with a way to hide himself, otherwise even going out would be asking for trouble. He couldn't really stay in the mountains all the time, right? He wasn't a wild man.

Back in his thatched hut, Gu Dan conducted many experiments.

No matter whether it was the unorthodox disguise technique or the unfathomable martial arts training to directly change one's appearance, it was of no avail.

Even the great effort that Gu Dan had spent on directly referring to the immortal technique "The Soul Concealing Method" and mixing it with the method of blending his body with nature that he had learned when he first leaped over the Dragon Gate, had lost its effectiveness.

At this moment, he was like a night pearl shining in the darkness. No matter whether it was flat or round, the light was there.

He can be natural, but he cannot fail to stand out.

Even though thunder, lightning, rain and dew are all natural things, the dazzling thunder can still attract people's attention more.

Gu Dan immediately targeted the 'culprit' who caused all this.

The acquired Qi that he had just refined, the blood Qi! At this time, the blood Qi was still in his heart, becoming the backbone of the blood Qi in his whole body, resonating with his own body and undergoing some kind of transformation.

Before this transformation stops, no matter how he disguises himself, he cannot conceal his own "extraordinary" qualities.

Qi is the most precious treasure. It has been the highest pursuit of Qigong practitioners since ancient times and is the tangible manifestation of the Great Dao.

Qi is not something that hides itself; its very existence represents one of the highest authorities of the Great Dao.

Even the acquired Qi will never be ordinary.

Finally, after spending a considerable amount of time, Gu Dan finally found the most appropriate solution.

Cover yourself up so that nothing can be seen.

This is called great skill without effort! (End of this chapter)