Yangyue

Daoist Zhang narrowed his eyes slowly, stared at Fang Wuzhu for a while, and said slowly in an old voice: "Fang Wuzhu... people in the martial arts say that you are already dead."

"As Daoist Zhang saw, I'm still alive." Fang Wuzhu said, "If Daoist Zhang doesn't believe it, you can test me with martial arts."

Henry Zhang turned his head and glanced at him, then said to Zhang Daochang: "Master, his identity, disciples can testify."

As soon as Xiao Yangyue finished speaking, Daoist Zhang raised his head violently. His somewhat rickety back suddenly seemed to swell and bulge in his body. The whisk was as sharp as a sword, and it struck at Fang Wuzhu in the blink of an eye.

Henry Zhang said in surprise: "Master!"

Fang Wuzhu was equally astonished, he dodged several moves backwards, and finally pulled out the folding fan from his sleeve, the fan bones collided with the handle of Daoist Zhang's dust whisk, the powerful internal force was scattered, and Fang Wuzhu stepped on the heel on the ground, unexpectedly Moved back a few inches.

Sure enough, Taoist Priest Songlian was very ordinary, even if his martial arts inevitably deteriorated, his skills were far beyond the comparison of ordinary warriors.

During the stalemate, Fang Wuzhu said: "Daozhang Zhang wants to fight this junior, so it's my honor, but this junior went to climb the mountain with Yang Yue night, so this junior is fine. The younger generation is very distressed. I also ask Zhang Daochang to let the younger generation go, and discuss it after eating and drinking."

Hearing Fang Wuzhu's words, Henry Zhang on the side became a little ashamed and annoyed. He hadn't figured out how to confess to his master about his and Fang Wuzhu's affairs, but Fang Wuzhu's words were ambiguous, and it was obvious that he was Tell Master that the relationship between the two of them is extraordinary.

Zhang Daochang stared at Fang Wuzhu silently for a while, and finally withdrew his whisk, returned to the appearance of an ordinary old man, turned his back, and said, "Come in."

Henry Zhang glared at Fang Wuzhu, and the latter walked to him leisurely, unfolding the folding fan to fan him.

Everything in Wuming Taoist Temple is similar to that of Henry Zhang when he was a child, and the master still lives in that small room that is not spacious, eating simple food and drink for decades.

Zhang Daochang summoned two little Taoist boys to help him, personally wrapped two dough cakes for Xiao Yangyue and Fang Wuzhu on the stove, and brought a small vat of pickled radish, and the two ate under the dim and simple lamp. So I sat with the master in the cool breeze of the Taoist pavilion.

Daoist Zhang is old, and Xiao Yangyue doesn't want to disturb Master with disputes in the martial arts anymore, but just like an ordinary master and apprentice, talking about the simple past of leaving the Taoist Temple in the court for a few years, Daoist Zhang just listened quietly, slightly from time to time He nodded, and occasionally looked at Fang Wuzhu, but didn't ask anything.

He has already noticed the state of Yangyue and Fang Wuzhu. Since Yangyue was young, he has never interfered with Yangyue's thoughts, but only taught him what he can do in his life, and told him everything Think twice, and silently protect Yang Yue from growing up.

There is no more Taoist Songlian in the Jianghu, but he is just an ordinary old man, and what he cares about in this life is nothing more than the safety of his disciple.

Xiao Yangyue: "Master, I have one more thing to ask for this time. The sword that Master gave me was accidentally destroyed. I also stayed at the fifth step of the seven-step Qinglian swordsmanship practice, and I still can't break through. I hope Master can give me one or two more pointers."

Daoist Zhang was silent for a long time, his low and old voice was like an ancient tree that had stood in the courtyard for decades: "So... it's time."

At this time, Daoist Zhang's face suddenly turned cold. He looked back at the eaves hidden in the darkness, and slowly put away the seriousness on his face. He gently stroked the long beard under his lips, and said lightly: ""Jade Shu Jing" And the "Jade Emperor Sutra" have been copied?"

There was a sound of footsteps under the eaves, and a young man in a gray Taoist robe came out from the corridor. He had a square face, big eyes, a straight nose, a pair of thick eyebrows, and a medium build. The disciples have already finished copying."

Daoist Zhang nodded slowly: "Come and meet your senior brother."

Henry Zhang felt surprised in his heart, the master accepted new disciples?

When he was still at the master's side, apart from him, the master never took in other apprentices, and there were only some little Taoist boys who were doing miscellaneous work in Taoist temples to study scriptures like now.When he left, he was also worried about the loneliness of the master, and he once told the master that he hoped that the master would accept new disciples.

At that time, the master did not answer, but now it seems that Henry Zhang felt much more at ease.

The young man came to the side of the gazebo and looked up at Xiao Yangyue. He was slightly stunned at first, and then he saluted: "Senior Brother Xiao Wan An, disciple Ji Sheng, I often hear from Master that Senior Brother is talented and intelligent, and I have heard Senior Brother's name for a long time. .”

Fang Wuzhu at the side raised his eyes and glanced at Ji Sheng, his gaze paused for a while, then he lowered his eyes and took a sip of tea, with a chuckle on his lips that was hard to detect by others.

Henry Zhang nodded: "Since you are a junior, you don't need to be too polite."

Ji Sheng rolled his eyes, nodded and asked, "I wonder if this is..."

"This is my friend in Jianghu." Henry Zhang replied, "Young Master Fang."

Ji Sheng greeted Fang Wuzhu, and then stood aside, not bad at all in terms of etiquette.

"It's late at night today, and I've ordered two rooms to be cleaned up, you two should rest first." Zhang Daochang said to Henry Zhangyue, "Tomorrow at three o'clock, you will go to Jinwupo and wait here as a teacher. "

Jinwupo is located on the top of Yulan Mountain, where Henry Zhang often went to practice swords when he was a child. Henry Zhang nodded in response, and went back to the Taoist temple with Fang Wuzhu.

Ji Sheng led the two of them to the wing room of the Taoist temple, which were adjacent to each other. Ji Sheng lit the lamps for the two in the room, and asked Henry Zhang: "How long do you plan to stay here, brother?"

Henry Zhang: "I will try to stay as long as possible."

Ji Sheng smiled slightly and said, "It's so good. I've never met my brother before, but now I see it, and I'm very happy. These days, I ask my brother to give me some pointers."

After Ji Sheng left, Fang Wuzhu leaned against Xiao Yangyue's wing door, and smiled helplessly: "Does your master not like me too much?"

Henry Zhang snorted softly, turned around and walked into the room: "Master was testing you because he was worried about me, and you said those things when you came up, it seems to be Master's fault."

"Okay, okay, it's because I love you so much that I didn't think carefully. I'm going to match up with Daoist Zhang tomorrow." Fang Wuzhu said with a smile, "Since Daoist Zhang asked us to sleep in separate rooms, so be it so that we won't be caught by him." When I found out, I wanted to hang up even more."

After finishing speaking, Fang Wuzhu approached, kissed him lightly on the lips, then turned and closed the door and left.

At night, Henry Zhang lay down on the bed in the wing room, the bed was simple and only covered with a thick mattress.Xiao Yangyue has long been used to sleeping with Fang Wuzhu in the past two months, and suddenly letting him fall asleep alone is really a little uncomfortable.

Even in the summer night, the bed and pillows for one person are slightly cold.

Henry Zhang slept in such a wing room since he was a child. At that time, he always felt cold at night. He thought it was caused by the environment. Later, when he came to the palace, he still felt cold in such a large and luxurious mansion and bedroom.

But since sleeping in the same bed with Fang Wuzhu, he has never felt this way again.

Henry Zhang tossed and turned in a daze until midnight, when he suddenly heard the sound of the window opening and closing, he opened his eyes suddenly, turned over and sat up immediately, but the coldness between his brows disappeared when he saw the person coming.

Fang Wuzhu turned in from the window, closed the window gently, looked at Henry Zhangyue and smiled: "Didn't sleep? Miss your husband?"

Henry Zhang: "...how did you come here?"

"I didn't hold you to sleep, I don't feel used to it." Fang Wuzhu lifted Henry Zhang's quilt and lay down, and laughed in a low voice, "It still feels a bit sneaky."

Henry Zhang lightly bumped Fang Wuzhu's arm with his elbow: "It's all nonsense."

As soon as Fang Wuzhu's body temperature approached, Henry Zhang suddenly felt that most of the coldness dissipated, and he leaned gently on Fang Wuzhu's chest, and the sleepiness quickly struck.

At Maoshi on the second day, when the two woke up in the morning, Fang Wuzhu sneaked back to his room through the window first, and then came out from the main entrance openly, and when he greeted the passing Taoist, he raised his eyes and smiled at Henry Zhang , there was a bit of ridicule in the eyes, which made Henry Zhang really feel a little bit ashamed and guilty of stealing in the master's Taoist temple.

It takes less than a quarter of an hour to ride horses from Wuming Taoist Temple to Jinwupo. When the two arrived, Zhang Daochang was sitting under a tree on the top of the mountain, with a bamboo basket half a person's height beside him. There were dozens of swords and wooden swords in the basket. There are guns, copper swords, and iron swords, all of which are not rare ordinary weapons.

The master is sitting here alone, the still not yet bright morning light makes him grow older, Henry Zhang looked at it from a distance, and felt sore in his heart.

Henry Zhang jumped off the horse: "Master."

Fang Wuzhu: "Zhang Daoist."

Zhang Daochang nodded slightly towards Henry Zhang, and when he saw Fang Wuzhu following behind him, he just sighed slightly and did not ask any more questions. He brought the sword in the bamboo basket in front of Henry Zhang, and said: "Master Zeng I told you that the key to the cultivation of the seven-step green lotus swordsmanship lies in the unity of sword energy and internal force, you are very talented, you have already cultivated the pulse lotus pattern, and the unity of sword energy and internal force, you have done a good job."

Daoist Zhang paused, took out the heaviest iron sword from the bamboo basket, and handed it to Henry Zhang: "But now, my teacher wants you to separate the sword energy from the internal force, so that when the sword is raised, the meridians of the limbs follow Move and move, the sword style does not rely on internal force, but let the internal force come from the sword style."

Xiao Yangyue was taken aback. When he first started to practice the seven-step Qinglian swordsmanship, just like what the master said, he used the sword style to rely on internal strength.Henry Zhang has maintained this habit for many years, and now he has successfully entered the fifth step of the seven-step Qinglian swordsmanship. He really couldn't understand the reason in his heart, so he couldn't help asking: "Master, I don't understand."

"The seven-step Qinglian swordsmanship, from the fifth step onwards, is completely different from the previous state." Daoist Zhang said quietly, "The Qinglian swordsmanship is different from other ordinary swordsmanship, it requires the practitioner's pulse to be yin, and use softness to overcome rigidity. You have to remember that the lotus is pure in nature, and the sword style also needs to break through the complexity and return to cleanliness. When you realize the ultimate mystery of the seven-step Qinglian swordsmanship, you will naturally be able to move your internal power through the sword style."

Xiao Yangyue took over the iron sword that Master handed him, still feeling a bit at a loss in her heart.

Zhang Daochang: "In the past few days, you should first practice with iron swords, copper swords, and wooden swords."

Henry Zhang looked down at the iron sword in his hand, it was just an ordinary iron sword, far inferior to the sword he used before.Weapons are the carrier of moves. Even a good sword can hardly withstand the sword energy of the Seven-Step Qinglian Swordsmanship, let alone these ordinary swords?

Zhang Daochang: "If you can't shatter your sword, you will be able to achieve great success."

Zhang Daorang's words made Fang Wuzhu raise his eyebrows.

If it is said that he practiced martial arts in the past purely for the pursuit of a higher level of martial arts, then his state of mind is completely different from before.Now he wants to protect others, and for others, he wants to protect himself.

Thinking of this, Henry Zhang shook the sword in his hand vigorously, already extremely determined and determined in his heart.