Chapter 112: Love Destroys Beautiful Zhou Lang
Dongdu, Sha family.
There were many carriages parked in front of the mansion, and guests were coming to congratulate the mansion one after another. It turned out that there was another happy event in the Sha Mansion.
The young master of the family married a noble lady from a prominent family.
The Sha family started out with mining, and their hardware skills are well-known throughout the world. Although they are not as famous as the Dongming School in the martial arts world, they have more than a hundred weapons factories located in the nine provinces.
He is a big businessman who controls the lifeline of military industry.
The head of the family, Sha Tiannan, is known as the richest man in Luoyang, and many of his family members have served as officials for generations.
The girl that the young master of Shafu married this time was from the Li family of Longxi.
Not only guests from Dongdu, but also friends from other places who had time came to have a glass of wedding wine.
For several days in a row, the Sha family was bustling with activity.
The old steward of the Sha Mansion led several stewards to greet guests at the door, smiling the whole time.
"Mr. Qi, please!"
An old man walked in with his head held high.
He was one of the Eight Scholars of Luoyang, named Qi Bazhou. He was arrogant and always seemed old-fashioned.
"Xiang Lao."
A middle-aged man dressed as a scholar whispered beside the old steward:
"Qi Bazhou has been getting very close to Chi Shilang lately."
The old steward didn't care at all: "How can I care so much? As long as Zhi Shilang is not here in person, there is no need to worry about such identities."
The middle-aged scholar nodded slightly.
The present time is different from the past. Although we are under the emperor's feet, there are countless people in various major forces who have disloyal intentions.
There are complicated connections in private.
Not to mention the unpleasant words such as "colluding" with various rebel kings, business must always be done.
As he was speaking, two men with a military air walked towards the door.
"Meet the two generals."
A steward came forward with a smile.
The two men each bowed, their expressions polite and without any airs.
The old steward also recognized them and came forward to greet them, saying, "General Zhang, despite his busy schedule, actually arranged for two generals to come here. The Sha family is so fortunate."
The two soldiers smiled. Everyone likes to hear nice words.
Qin Shubao took out a visiting card from his bosom and said, "The general is really too busy to spare any time, so he had to ask us to run a trip. Please pass it on to the master of the family."
Sha Tiannan was in the arms business and also had dealings with Zhang Xutuo.
The two of them had a very good relationship, so it was natural for them to send someone to congratulate.
The old butler Sha Ruixiang took it and invited them into the mansion for a drink.
The two of them waved their hands repeatedly.
Cheng Yaojin spoke in a stern voice: "I have just come from Xingyang and will soon go south to fight. Military orders are as heavy as a mountain and there is no time to delay."
The old housekeeper said it was a pity and didn't dare to keep him.
Just a question of doubt:
"General Zhang seems to be heading north to Yan and Zhao. Why are you two going against the flow?"
Qin Shubao thought this was not a secret, so he told it:
"Meng Rang controls the Tongji Canal and the Huai River. These bandits already have a hundred thousand men. We must not allow them to stay."
The old butler was quite familiar with the world's trends. "Would you two like to help punish the general?"
"no."
Cheng Yaojin continued, "We are heading south to follow the general who suppresses bandits."
The old butler and the middle-aged scholar beside him understood just this one sentence.
The two men in front of him were not very famous under General Zhang's command, and were far from being comparable to General Zhenkou.
You Hongda swept through the rebels in Huaiyang, Huai'an and Runan counties, killing tens of thousands of enemies.
He hunted down a group of Pushan rebels, suppressed the bandits and recovered their food, and made great contributions.
His name has spread throughout the Central Plains, and the victory report has been reported to the emperor and even to the emperor in the Eastern Capital.
"Then I wish you two and General You good luck in defeating the rebels and clearing the Huai River."
Qin Shubao and Cheng Yaojin smiled, delivered the visiting card, and headed south to look for You Hongda.
The two men had no merits and were just junior generals in the army.
This time I am following General You, hoping to gain some fame.
After all, General Zhenkou's victory report is almost comparable to that of General Zhang.
The key point is that his victory report is true, which makes General Zhang value him even more.
At this point, he was the most famous figure under General Zhang, besides the commander-in-chief.
"Master Xiang, these are the guests from Nanyang who are here to celebrate."
A steward came forward with two strong men.
It only mentioned Nanyang but didn't say which gang it was. The first thing Sha Ruixiang thought of was the Zhenyang Gang.
Most of Sect Leader Hou’s weapons transactions were done with them.
Before he could ask, one of the two men stood up.
He took out the visiting card:
"This is what Yang Dalong ordered me to deliver to the head of the family."
The meaning of changing from being the head of the Hou clan to being the big leader is completely different.
Immediately, the old butler looked serious, took the visiting card with both hands, and thanked him repeatedly.
Although the Sha family is wealthy in Luoyang, this Yang Dalongtou is also a powerful figure in Nanyang. He has tens of thousands of troops under his command and many powerful men under his command. He also controls the source of the Han River and guards the key point in the Central Plains.
The Sha family doesn't want to offend such a person.
In previous years, they were just acquaintances with Yang Dalongtou, but today he took the initiative to send congratulations to the Sha family.
The meaning behind this was not something that a mere housekeeper like him could fully understand; it required Sha Tiannan, the head of the Sha family, to personally figure it out.
Sha Ruixiang was about to invite the two into his house.
Unexpectedly, another man also took out something from his arms and handed it over.
"This is a green bamboo talisman written by Master Yi at the request of the Great Dragon Head, praying for peace and protection from disasters."
Sha Ruixiang touched upon a blind spot in his knowledge and was slightly stunned.
The middle-aged scholar standing by showed a strange look on his face, and hurried forward to take a piece of emerald green bamboo with a talisman engraved on it and tied with a red rope.
"The big leader is thoughtful."
The scholar smiled again and said, "Thank you also for the talisman."
The two men smiled and said nothing more, then entered the Sha Mansion under the guidance of another steward.
The old butler took it from the middle-aged scholar, looked at the green bamboo and red rope, and saw the fine cinnabar patterns on it.
He was thinking about the name of Master Yi.
The middle-aged scholar whispered, "Master Xiang, this man is the head of the Wuzhuang Monastery on Wolong Mountain in Nanyang."
"oh?"
"Some time ago, I accompanied the Guanzhong Sword Sect to investigate a group of horsemen. They entered Nanyang Jutan from Guanzhong and heard their name a lot. This temple master has a close relationship with Yang Dalongtou, and other major forces are also said to be related to him."
Sha Ruixiang felt that the bamboo talisman was even heavier. "I usually handle mundane affairs in the mansion. I'm not familiar with the Taoist world outside the Eastern Capital."
The middle-aged scholar elaborated:
"This man has great connections. There is nothing he can't accomplish in Nanyang."
Add another sentence:
"It's not just the world of the living, it's also the same in the underworld."
"What?!"
Butler Sha lost his composure for a moment. He knew that the man next to him was an important aide to the head of the family, second only to the chief in status, and was also very skilled in martial arts and never talked nonsense.
"How can I control the affairs of the underworld?"
The middle-aged scholar shook his head. "This person has the ability to communicate with yin and yang. The old man of the Ren family in Sheqi was originally a dead body, but this person called him out of the coffin. This kind of psychic ability is beyond the reach of even the Bashu Tongtian Shenlao."
"Even though it came from you, it's so absurd that I can't believe it."
Old Butler Sha looked down at the bamboo talisman and suddenly felt that the cinnabar pattern on it had a somewhat unfathomable rhythm.
"A warrior practices martial arts to strengthen his spirit, energy and soul."
"Taoists often practice inner alchemy, cherishing the difference in spirit. They also practice Qi training to transform spirits and nourish the acupoints. Of course, they are different from ordinary warriors."
The middle-aged scholar pointed at the bamboo talisman and said, "Taoists usually write talismans on paper. This person uses bamboo as a medium, so I can see some clues."
"Why is that?"
"Bamboo is a tool used in Taoist alchemy, and raw bamboo and green bamboo without skin are often used."
The middle-aged scholar knew a lot: "During the Wei and Jin dynasties, there was a 'Thirty-Six Water Methods', and the golden water in it was made from this bamboo."
The old steward Sha said, "Mr. You, I really admire your talent."
The middle-aged scholar suddenly smiled and said, "Master Xiang, I actually know another thing."
"I met my good friend Pan Shizheng a while ago. He told me that he went to Zuguan to meet Master Ya Daoren, and later learned that he had an uncle."
Old Butler Sha's expression changed again: "Could it be that Master Pan's uncle is this Master Yi?"
"good."
"Okay, you stay here first. I'll go and deliver the visiting card to the head of the family."
Sha Xiangrui didn't dare to delay any longer.
He knew Pan Shizheng, who was always in the holy land of martial arts and was always with Ning Sanren.
Pan Shizheng’s uncle?
In the Taoist sect, isn't he of the same generation as Ning Sanren? Maybe they are even acquaintances.
Sha Xiangrui also understood a lot about the ability of "communicating yin and yang".
Turn into the outer courtyard of Sha Mansion, walk through a number of pavilions and towers before reaching the inner house.
To the west of the inner house is where the women live.
On the high pavilion in the center of the west wing, a young girl was leaning against the railing, half of her face resting on her slender arm, half of her white wrist was exposed, she was holding something small in her hand, her eyes looking at the small bridge and flowing water in front of her.
She was distracted for a moment, and then, not knowing what she was thinking about, a gentle and touching smile appeared on her beautiful face.
"Hello~! Hello~!"
At this moment, a hand stretched out in front of her and kept shaking.
She turned around and looked at the beautiful and slim young girl next to her who was dressed in gorgeous clothes.
"What's wrong?"
"What's wrong? You've been in a trance so many times."
Sha Zhijing, the fifth daughter of the Sha family, came closer to her. As a relative and a good friend, she was already sensitive to the other person's abnormality.
"Xiaofeng, are you thinking about some young man?"
After Sha Zhijing said this, she noticed that the girl in front of her had a slightly strange look on her face. Although she quickly restrained herself, she saw it clearly.
"Xiao Feng, you're ruined~"
She shouted exaggeratedly.
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Dugu Feng smiled slightly and returned to normal.
Sha Zhijing sat down beside her, extremely curious: "It's incredible. What kind of man is this that the Dugu family's jewel in the crown misses him so deeply."
She enumerated with a hint of excitement:
"I heard that Dugu Feng was obsessed with martial arts and had always been indifferent to human love. How could he change so quickly?"
"I still remember two years ago, at the end of the year, we went to the river to enjoy the lanterns. When you drew your sword, you scared away many talented people, and it made my love life unfinished."
"Go ahead."
Sha Zhijing stared at her and asked, "Who were you thinking about just now?"
Dugu Feng calmly flipped through a copy of Huainan Honglie:
"You misunderstood. I was just thinking about a friend in the underworld."
"Tsk, who would believe that?"
Sha Zhijing frowned, but couldn't help but say, "Okay, let's just treat it as a friend. Which friend is it? It's okay to tell me."
"Um"
Dugu Feng hesitated for a moment, a smile forming on her thin lips: "No."
"His identity is secret. I have to keep it a secret for him and cannot tell anyone."
"Xiaofeng, you treat me like an outsider. Let's break up," the Fifth Miss said bitterly, "I was wrong about you."
She covered her face with her hands, revealing her fingers to see the girl's reaction.
Seeing that she was indifferent, I had to give up.
At this time, he walked to the stone table and poured himself a cup of tea: "It seems that you really care about me, but I am also really sad."
Dugu Feng comforted:
"My grandmother asked, but I didn't tell her."
"That's too much," the Fifth Miss shook her head. "But it makes me even more curious. What kind of important person is he that makes you wary of even Grandmother?"
"It's not what you think. I'm just keeping a secret for my friend."
Dugu Feng was reading "peace and happiness are human nature" and picking up the corner of the page, turning the pages.
"Besides, he's not a big shot."
"real?"
"Well, when I first met him, his kung fu skills were nowhere near yours. He was just doing chivalrous things."
Sha Zhijing believed it. She was probably not lying when she spoke in that tone.
"All right."
"So when will you be back from Jiangdu this time?"
"I don't know."
Dugu Feng said, "Perhaps she knew about the changes in the palace, so she asked my cousin and second uncle to go to Jiangdu first."
"But recently, there's been a commotion in Jiangdu between the Demon Sect and the Art of Immortality, causing unrest in the martial arts world. Many experts have gone to Jiangdu to investigate. My grandmother is worried that they're short on manpower in Jiangdu, so she asked me to go and take a look."
"We can only return after stability is achieved over there."
Sha Zhijing sighed helplessly: "You are really a busy man."
She wanted to complain about her two uncles, but held back.
Dugu Feng certainly knew what she wanted to say, but was unwilling to convey her message in this direction.
"When you get to Jiangdu, you must also pay attention to safety."
“A lot of strange things have happened recently.”
Sha Zhijing said, "I heard that a few martial arts masters near Luoyang went to discuss martial arts and never came back."
"If someone comes looking for you, don't be fooled."
Dugu Feng closed the book. She knew more about this matter than Sha Zhijing.
Even someone from the Dugu family fell into the devil's den.
When she thought of this, she stood up and no longer wanted to stay in Dongdu for long.
"Are you leaving now?"
"Well, I had already set off, but I thought of you, so I turned back to say hello."
Sha Zhijing smiled, finally feeling the special treatment that belonged to old friends.
"When your mysterious friend comes to Dongdu, you must take me to meet him."
"Let me see what kind of person he is."
"good."
Dugu Feng responded and then left the Sha Mansion.
If she went directly to Jiangdu, she should go to Tongji Canal, go straight to Xuyi, turn to Huaihe River and take Han Canal, and go directly to Jiangdu.
However, after returning home to pack his bags, he was scolded by Grandma Dugu again.
Then he went south through Yique Pass and headed southwest along the Wanluo Ancient Road.
This road passes through Funiu Mountain and is not easy to walk, but it is close and you can reach it quickly.
…
It was nearing the end of spring, and several rounds of mist and rain had invaded Wolong Hill. The green peaks were covered with mist, and the ancient cypresses were like hanging pearls.
It is a beautiful spring scene.
At the foot of the mountain, by the Baihe River, a shepherd boy with a rough bamboo flute was driving his calves. Occasionally, a fishing boat emerged from the reed marsh. A few cormorants, their wings wet with water, caught a few big fish.
If you move down a little further, you can see three fishing rods.
One old man and two children, each wearing a conical hat.
About ten feet behind the three people, there was a large brown-gray stone.
A young man in white was sitting on a big rock, holding a paintbrush and painting the misty colors of mountains and rivers on the paper.
The water of the Baihe River flows endlessly.
The young man on the shore has been in a "quiet" state.
Recently, a large number of people from the martial arts world have been pouring into Nanyang County.
I don’t know who spread the word that Champion City has the ultimate in martial arts.
There are those who sneer at it, those who avoid it, but there are also many crazy people who have been stuck in a bottleneck for a long time and are eager to break through.
There are also many martial artists walking around in the suburbs of Nanyang.
There happened to be such a person who was also admiring the natural landscape painting by the Baihe River.
then
Zhou Yi, who was painting, naturally attracted him.
He walked and stood behind Zhou Yi, also standing silently for nearly half an hour, watching him finish the last stroke.
"Wonderful, wonderful!"
He praised twice in a melodious and loud voice.
Zhou Yi looked back and saw that the young man was tall and straight, handsome, holding a folding fan in his hand, and dressed like a Confucian scholar.
The fan was not unfolded, but was spinning lightly and freely in his hand.
"Ink landscape painting is ordinary, where is the beauty in it?"
The elegant scholar said:
"In your painting, the stream flows from the distant mountains and deep valleys. At the winding turn, a small boat is seen moored by the reeds. Inside the boat, a hermit, his clothes loose, is leaning over the side, gazing into the distance.
Hmm. As the brush strokes flow, there seems to be the sound of wind blowing clothes."
“This is the beauty of vividness.”
Zhou Yi smiled and asked, "Is it that good?"
This guy is an expert. He moved from Zhou Yi's left to his right, considered for a moment, and then said:
"The most wonderful thing is that the virtual and the real coexist, you see.
The rocks near the shore are lightly stained with pale ink, gradually blending into the mist. The distant mountains are tinted with indigo, their outlines blurred, as if "their form is like a dragon soaring on the clouds," seemingly merging with the light of the sky.
Zhou Yi heard that what he blurted out was "Ode to the Goddess".
When the romantic scholar said this, he waved his fan, and pictures of beauties appeared on the fan.
Among them was Shen Luoyan, whom Zhou Yi had met before.
I already knew who this person was.
"Brother, your painting does not contain any heavy colors, yet it is rich and profound in its elegance and profound in its simplicity."
He exclaimed in admiration, "It seems to have taken me into the Peach Blossom Spring of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, where people watched the wild geese fly away and played the five-stringed instrument."
"Is it really that good?"
"Yes, if you meet someone who likes Wei and Jin Dynasty landscapes, this painting is priceless."
Zhou Yi was very happy:
"Master Hou, I will sell this painting to you for five hundred gold coins. You can keep the remaining five hundred gold coins as a token of my gratitude for recognizing my love for mountains and rivers."
Hou Xibai was slightly stunned when his identity was revealed.
But it's not surprising that he fanned his beauty.
Many people in the underworld can judge a person by his fan.
Only he, the amorous young man, could paint so many beauties on his fan.
Hou Xibai obviously would not be the "good man Hou" in Zhou Yi's eyes.
He laughed and said:
"I guess the painting friend is Master Yi Guan."
They revealed each other's identities, and Hou was not at a disadvantage.
One person held a paintbrush and the other held a paper fan, and they greeted each other with a bow.
An old man and two children who were fishing in the distance looked at the amorous young man with some "disdain".
This guy was "wonderful" as soon as he came. His voice was so loud that it scared away all the fish.
"Mr. Hou, are you here to look for me?"
"no."
Hou Xibai said, "I've heard of the abbot's name. Although I've wanted to visit him, I've never done anything. I came here today chasing someone, but I lost him."
"I was feeling depressed and was standing by the river looking at the scenery to relieve my worries. I happened to meet the temple master and it was like a ray of hope."
“As for this painting?”
Zhou Yi pressed on: "Five hundred gold?"
Hou Xibai looked at the young man in front of him and found it interesting:
"I admire this painting, but I can't buy it."
"oh?"
"The master of the temple has the air of a paradise, and loves to paint landscapes, lying in the mountains and forests, with a unique and elegant charm. Hou loves to paint beauties, protecting and cherishing flowers, and walking in the brothels of the world, with a gaudy and vulgar style."
"Therefore, gold enters the world of mortals instead of enjoying the mountains and rivers. This is what Hou Mou loves."
The implication is that you shouldn't force others to do things against their will.
Zhou Yi was very persistent: "Brother Hou, there are also beauties among the mountains and rivers."
"If that's the case, then what if I pay five hundred gold?" Hou Xibai laughed.
Of course he was joking. As long as he disagreed with the other party's argument, he would not lose.
Although it was only their first meeting, Hou Xibai regarded it as a competition between fellow painters.
This was the first time he encountered such a rare thing in his life, and he was very excited.
Zhou Yi was about to start his speech when he suddenly heard footsteps.
With Hou Xibai's skill, he naturally heard it.
At this time, a girl in purple came towards the river.
Hou Xibai was shocked when he saw those dark blue eyes, but he felt a pain in his heart when she looked at him coldly.
Whenever he felt heartbroken, he would raise the beauty fan.
"Master Hou, I am also good at painting beauties. How about we use her in the painting?"
After hearing what he said, Aruina did not leave immediately.
Hou Xibai turned his head, feeling that his authority was being challenged.
"good!"
Hou Xibai took the drawing paper handed to him by Zhou Yi.
With his ability, he could form a complete picture of a beauty just by looking at her once.
It took them two cups of tea to finish the painting.
Hou Xibai looked at his own work. The beauty in the painting was lifelike, with a peerless figure and exotic charm, especially her cold and deep eyes, which made Hou Xibai fascinated by his own paintings.
"Girl, please taste it."
His voice was full of confidence.
However, Aruina walked past him mercilessly and took away Zhou Yi's painting.
What Zhou Yi painted was not a person, but a crescent moon and a clear spring.
"You know each other, right?"
Hou Xibai asked calmly.
Zhou Yi nodded: "Yes, but she is a person who follows her own heart and will not show partiality."
Hou Xibai is a romantic person. Thinking of her temperament, he chose to believe her.
"Girl, where did I lose?"
Aruina left, leaving only one sentence:
"He paints my heart. If you only paint the surface, no matter how good your painting is, it will only be an empty shell."
Zhou Yi watched her painting go away, then turned to look at Hou Xibai:
"Mr. Hou, there are also beauties among the mountains and rivers. Am I right?"
“That makes some sense.”
Hou Xibai said: "However, you know her better than me, and I lose here."
Zhou Yi did not deny it.
At this moment,
There was another burst of brisk footsteps coming from the distant path.
soon
The footsteps came from the path, passed through several blooming wild peach trees, stepped on the fine grass, and walked to the bank of the White River.
As soon as she appeared, the blooming peach blossoms lost their color.
Her clear and beautiful eyes were tinged with tenderness, so bright and charming. She wore a long sword with dark patterns on her waist, draped diagonally over her black fur coat. A wisp of heroic spirit broke through the late spring mist, exuding a noble and lonely charm.
Especially the last smile, it was like ice melting snow, indescribably gentle and beautiful.
Hou Xibai was even more heartbroken.
Because this smile was not directed at him.
The amorous young man who is famous in the world and has been dreamed of by thousands of women, not only has he lost because of his looks today, but he also seems to be losing miserably.
He knew the person who came.
"Miss Dugu."
"You actually know me."
Hou Xibai noticed her slight surprise and didn't have time to explain: "I wonder what the relationship is between Miss Dugu and Master Yi."
"Friend." Dugu Feng replied.
Hou Xibai nodded slightly. As a skilled swordsman, he rarely lied.
Zhou Yi said nothing, letting Hou Xibai speak:
"Hou is currently discussing painting with Master Yi Guan, and I hope Miss Dugu will treat me fairly."
He introduced himself and explained the reason, which Dugu Feng found very interesting.
She thought for a moment:
"I can only express my own feelings, and my ability to identify paintings is actually limited."
Hearing her say this, Hou Xibai nodded repeatedly.
This one is obviously more fair than the girl in purple just now.
Zhou Yi took half a step forward:
"Mr. Hou, I will paint first this time, and you watch from the side."
"Master is so confident?"
Zhou Yi just smiled without saying anything. He picked up the paintbrush and painted a scene in front of Hou Xibai that made him frown.
Old locust trees, collapsed tombstones, rotten soul flags, and grave mounds.
The whole scene was eerie and anyone could tell it was a mass grave.
Don't talk about beauty
Showing this painting to a young girl would be a real eyesore.
But,
When Dugu Feng saw the mass grave, she couldn't help but smile: "Mr. Hou, you don't have to write anymore."
She looked at the painting, lost in the past, without looking up:
"You've already lost."
“…”
Hou Xibai rolled up Zhou Yi's landscape painting and said, "I'm going to find someone who likes this landscape painting. Master, please wait for me for a while."
Zhou Yi nodded and said:
"I heard that Li Mi, the Duke of Pushan, likes landscape painting. Brother Hou, you can ask him about it."
Before leaving, Hou Xibai said, "I didn't lose because of my painting skills, but I still admit defeat today."
"Brother Yi is more amorous and romantic than me. I should give you the title of Amorous Young Master."
"No, no, no"
Zhou Yi refused repeatedly and sighed: "Since ancient times, love has always been full of regrets."
"How can I bear such a reputation?"
Hou Xibai left and walked onto the path beside the Bai River.
The always carefree and romantic young man now looks a little lonely when looking at his back from afar.
"This person's identity is mysterious. No one knows his origins, but he seems to have countless wealth. He is determined to visit famous prostitutes all over the world and is proficient in everything from music, chess, calligraphy and painting."
As the girl spoke, her eyes passed over his face:
"I heard that his martial arts skills are unfathomable. He painted the beauty fan along the way. Every time he met a woman he liked, there would be a new portrait on the fan. He traveled the world of martial arts, and no one had ever heard of him encountering any setbacks."
"Did you do that on purpose?"
Zhou Yi spoke frankly: "I was just sorting out my thoughts and painting. He came to me on his own."
"As for his identity."
"He's from the Huajian Sect. Even though it's a demonic sect, he's a pretty good person."
When Dugu Feng heard the words "Huajian School", he felt a sense of surprise as if he had discovered a secret.
Then he looked at the mass grave in the painting and said with a smile, "It's a bit of a background, right?"
"clever."
Zhou Yi praised.
There is no need to make up excuses, it is easy to speak.
Xia Shu and Yan Qiu ran over from a distance and shouted "Sister Feng".
After they said hello, Zhou Yi asked them to continue fishing.
"I read your letter last time. You said you wanted to give the bamboo slips from Emperor Ding's tomb to a Taoist friend?"
"Yes," Zhou Yi said, "After all, you brought him here, so I have to ask for your opinion."
"It's up to you."
"Last time I encountered a big trouble, you asked Chen Laomou to bring people from the Zhang family to help me a lot. I have always wanted to thank you."
The girl smiled, her voice still as gentle as ever: "As long as your trouble is solved, there's no need to thank me."
"No, you come up the mountain with me."
Zhou Yi said seriously: "Today, I will definitely give you a surprise."
Dugu Feng responded.
He glanced at the person next to him, then looked away, a smile on his lips.
Noon.
The little phoenix received unique treatment in the world.
She sat in front of the fire, looking at the duck stewing in the pot.
After taking a bite, I thought of someone roasting a pheasant in the mountains two years ago, and gave a very pertinent evaluation:
"The duck cooked by Tianshi is better than roasted chicken."
Yan Qiuxiashu, who was having lunch together at noon, was very curious and asked where the second half of the sentence came from. Aruina, who was standing beside them, was also listening.
So, Dugu Feng started talking about Cangyan Mountain.
Just skip the danger.
Zhou Yi felt a little emotional, remembering that he was still being hunted by Lao Ma at that time.
After dinner, the people around them dispersed and the two of them started talking about business.
Zhou Yi then realized that Little Phoenix was going to Jiangdu and had made a special detour to visit him.
"for you."
Dugu Feng handed him a small booklet that looked like a secret manual: "This is the surprise I mentioned. I hope it will be useful to you."
Zhou Yi opened it and took a look.
It is not appropriate to call it a martial arts secret book, it is more like a training note.
Glancing at the girl beside her, she took out the book Huainan Honglie that she carried with her, her face calm and composed.
"But it was written by your grandmother?"
She nodded.
"My grandmother achieved martial arts mastery at the age of sixty. This is the result of her experience over the next thirty years. She has a lot of training records. I thought this part would be useful to you, so I brought it here."
"It contains the essence of my family's Biluo Hongchen."
Zhou Yi was surprised when he heard this: "Grandmother agrees?"
Dugu Feng glanced at him sideways, his eyes slightly dodging, and the Huainan Honglie in his hand was slightly tilted.
"You... you stole it?"
The girl said nothing and turned her back.
Zhou Yi took Grandma Dugu's exercise notes and poked her back lightly.
Little Phoenix then said:
"Grandmother wanted to ask who I was, but I didn't tell her, so she refused to give me the answer. I had no choice but to use the Azure Sky and Red Dust to steal her Azure Sky and Red Dust."
"Grandma is kind-hearted. If she really doesn't agree, I can't steal it."
Zhou Yi changed his words when he was about to say:
"I will go to Dongdu and pay her a visit."
After saying that, he opened the book and started reading.
Grandma Dugu switched from practicing the Eight Extraordinary Meridians to practicing the Twelve Main Meridians. Even when she used her cloak and staff to fight a group of people, it still seemed like she was fighting alone.
This was even though she was sick and still practicing.
Just by thinking about the fact that he used the Dugu family's skills, one can tell how high his martial arts attainments were for this nearly 100-year-old man.
Zhou Yi had fought against two demons before and knew how difficult it was to fight two at once, not to mention facing a group of people besieging him.
Hearing the sound of turning pages, Dugu Feng came over.
She explained quietly, "This contains all the secret methods of her cultivation."
"Put the whole body's true energy into the Huangting and Jinlu points in the Dantian for purification, then connect it to Guanyuan and Tanzhong to complete the fourth level of Dantian cultivation."
"The so-called ancestral orifice is located in the sky and on the earth, and the sun in the west and the moon in the east gather at the center of the stamina."
"The ancestral orifice is heaven, and the stanzhong orifice of life and death is earth."
"When you finally reach the Tanzhong point after the fourth level of Dantian, you will have mastered the earth. If you then practice the Zuqiao point, you will have the heaven."
"In this way, you can manage both your nature and your life, completing the dual cultivation of nature and life. Even ordinary external Qi, when practiced to this level, can be transformed into innate Qi."
"This is the secret method of my Dugu family in the blue sky and red dust, returning to the innate from the acquired and refining the innate spirit."
Zhou Yi didn't finish reading, but he felt a shock in his body.
The confusion I had been feeling recently seemed to be resolved.
"Master Zhou," Dugu Feng said softly, "this skill must not be passed on to others."
Zhou Yi raised his head and met her eyes.
At this moment, a faint blush appeared on the girl's face, which was extremely touching.
He felt warm in his heart.
I have already found someone who is truly good to me.
Suddenly, he couldn't help but reach out and hold her slender white wrist.
The little phoenix was frightened and dropped Huainan Honglie in his hand to the ground.
Before she could break free, Zhou Yi took out a book from his arms, took her hand and put it into her palm.
"Don't look at Huainan Honglie, look at this."
"Watch it for yourself, don't spread it around."
His voice and expression were serious.
Dugu Feng looked at the book, but there was nothing written on it.
Because this is a new compilation by Zhou Yi, there are a few supplementary parts after the random thoughts.
"What's this?"
Zhou Yi said, "You often hear me talk about foundation. This is the foundation within the foundation, but it's only a part of it. The rest has not been found yet."
“The essence of essence.”
"Yes."
Zhou Yi added, "This item is related to the War God Atlas, and it's mysterious and unfathomable."
"I wanted to find all of this stuff before giving it to you, but now I can't help it, so I'm giving you the surprise in advance."
"Your talent is no less than anyone else's. Perhaps if you can master this, you can break through the shackles of the Dugu family's martial arts and surpass your grandmother."
When Dugu Feng heard the words "War God Atlas", he knew how precious this thing was.
I wanted to refuse, but I met his eyes.
He swallowed the words again.
She turned her gentle eyes away: "I won't show it to others."
"I know."
Zhou Yi smiled and picked up Grandma Dugu's notes: "You hid it from Grandma, you are really amazing."
"Your identity cannot be revealed."
The little phoenix pointed around and said, "Grandmother's ideas are different from mine. This will increase the risk for you. If the army attacks Nanyang, you will have to go through the pain of Yongqiu again."
"You don't have to see my grandmother for the time being."
She thought of something and smiled, "Wait until you play the ballad of Mobei. If she starts to beat you, just run away."
"Okay."
Dugu Feng stayed in Wolonggang for three days, mainly talking with Zhou Yi about the method of dual cultivation of sex and life.
After that, she left in a hurry.
The two uncles of the Dugu family have already gone to Jiangdu, so we have to go and keep an eye on them.
Zhou Yi did not try to persuade them to stay. If something happened to these two people due to delay, it would be terrible.
Can't keep it, but can give it away.
Zhou Yi asked someone to send two good horses, and he took Little Phoenix all the way from Nanyang to Tongbai Ferry in Huai'an.
During this period, they camped out for one night at the Heike.
Until we waved goodbye at the pier.
For the first time, the most indifferent man in the Sui Dynasty felt a sense of loss.
Zhou Yi stood at the ferry, watching the ship sail away.
"Since ancient times, love has always been followed by regret."
Suddenly, a clear voice sounded at the ferry.
Who else could he be but a passionate young man?
"Brother Hou, why are you so elusive?"
Hou Xibai said, "I was born with a certain ability. It seems that I can sense where a peerless beauty is and thus encounter her."
"I didn't expect to see Mr. Zhou being so romantic again."
Um?
Zhou Yi narrowed his eyes at him, and Hou Xibai waved his folding fan gently: "You shouldn't mention Li Mi, otherwise I wouldn't know your identity."
"Because I ran into a Taoist priest who said that Li Mi once owed you a large sum of money."
Zhou Yi changed the subject: "Where's my painting?"
“It’s already sold.”
"What?"
Zhou Yi was slightly startled, then put on a smile: "Are you serious, Master Hou?"
The wealthy young man said casually, "I have sent someone to send 500 gold coins to Wolong Mountain."
Five hundred gold coins could buy hundreds of good horses in Mobei.
Zhou Yidun was delighted:
"Many people owe me money, but Brother Hou is the only one in the world who pays it back so quickly."
"As expected of a wealthy young man."
Hou Xibai smiled and said, "I think Brother Zhou is a rare and wonderful person in the world. Gold and silver are not worth it. I would like to make friends with Brother Zhou."
"Brother Hou is my friend."
Zhou Yi had already sketched out a grand plan in his mind for Hou Xibai to help him sell paintings and make money.
Just one hundred paintings would be ten thousand horses.
"Brother Zhou, please don't ask me to sell paintings again. I have found several friends, and the highest bidder is only ten gold coins."
"I took these five hundred gold coins with all my heart."
Hou Xibai had guessed what he was thinking and quickly revealed the secret.
Zhou Yi's plan failed: "Worth a thousand gold?"
"That's just a polite remark."
Hou Xibai added, "I've been traveling around Nanyang lately, and I'll be visiting Brother Zhou more often to chat."
"You're most welcome."
Hou Xibai said this and said goodbye.
Zhou Yi said to his back, "By the way, Brother Hou, the painting can actually be sold for ten gold coins."
Hou Xibai did not look back, but walked faster, even using the Huajian School's superb martial arts.
Zhou Yi laughed.
This guy is quite interesting.
Soon, several people arrived at Tongbai Ferry, some of whom were looking after the horses and others were rowing the boats.
Zhou Yi went to Yiyang again.
He sent the ancient bamboo slips containing the Wenshi Sutra to Song Yinzi and asked him to stay overnight at Qingsong Temple.
Zhou Yi did not stop for a moment, rejected the kindness of Junior Brother Lu, and went straight back to Wuzhuang Temple.
He did not practice on the day he returned.
For the next three days, I accompanied Mr. Xie fishing.
All matters in Nanyang City were handed over to Lao Dan, Chen Laomou, Qiu Wenzhong and others.
With their cooperation with Yang Dalongtou, and with Xiangyang and Guanjun taking no action for the time being, there was a very peaceful period.
Zhou Yi entered the monastery for retreat, and after resolving the doubts in his heart, he practiced his skills in seclusion.
All the evil spirits stored in the Tanzhong, Tianding and Zhiyang acupoints are refined.
Use pure true energy to enter the acupoints and refine the spirit.
At this point, we have moved beyond the stage of gradual exploration and, combined with the many years of experience of a master, have taken a major step forward.
…
Time flies and seasons change.
Spring and summer turn into autumn.
The already turbulent Sui Dynasty was once again ignited by a piece of news, which came from Yanmen.
When Yang Guang was touring the Great Wall in the north, the Turkic Shibi Khan led his troops to attack 39 cities of the Sui Dynasty and besieged Yang Guang in Yanmen. The arrows shot by the Turks had already reached the emperor!
Yang Guang trembled violently, hugged Zhao Wang Gao and cried, his eyes were swollen.
In desperation, he promised his soldiers: "Try your best to defeat the enemy, and if you can survive, don't worry about wealth and honor while you are on the march, and I will never let the officials use their pens to destroy your merits."
Various Sui troops marched north to rescue, with Sui generals Luo Yi, Xue Shixiong and others leading the troops first.
Li Erfeng was appointed commander-in-chief of the Right Army and accompanied Li Yuan on the campaign.
With the help of Princess Yicheng, Yang Guang was able to escape from Yanmen in September.
When the emperor returned to the Eastern Capital, his prestige plummeted.
In order to raise troops to support the king, uprisings broke out again in various places.
At this moment, Dou Jiande dominated Hebei, and Zhai Rang and Li Mi wanted to occupy Xingyang and gather troops to fight a decisive battle with Zhang Xutuo.
Chen Luoyan invited the Immortal of the South China Sea for the third time, and the leader of the South China Sea School sailed west.
Liang Shidu and Liu Wuzhou, two great masters of the Yingyang Sect, were shocked by Yanmen and completely turned to the Turks.
On the north bank of the Huai River, General You Hongda, the anti-bandit general, sent Qin Shubao and Cheng Yaojin to lead their respective armies to coordinate their efforts in a bloody battle against Meng Rang. The Tongji Canal was dyed red with blood.
The Three Dragons of Yangzhou and the Taoist Master Quan Xingmu hid on a Goguryeo ship and sailed across the sea.
Xu Kaishan, the leader of the Beima Gang, crossed the grassland and went south through Yumen Pass.
The Indian martial arts master Fu Nantuo left the Dragon King's territory and headed south across Bohai County in search of the secret of immortality.
In the Champion Coffin Palace, the four evil clan leaders looked up to the sky and laughed wildly. Suddenly, the coffin palace changed strangely, and dozens of people broke out of the coffin.
The years in the Jianghu make people grow old, on Wolong Mountain
A young man in white sat on the top of the mountain, drinking wine in the breeze, his white hair swaying in the wind. He was in his prime, yet stained with the air of vicissitudes of life.
…
(End of this chapter)
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