Three Masters' Sword

The pine wind caresses, the mountains are silent.On the top of the arch of the jungle stands a flat stone, resting between the sky and the earth, no giant pine tree can go over it.There was a young Taoist meditating on a stone, with his five hearts turned to the sky, his brows sparse and his eyes bright, he could only see clouds and mist swirling around him, covering his body like an illusion, his breath seemed to be there, as if he had been obsessed with heaven and earth. The stones are all integrated into one.

Two small road boys carried a soft sedan chair and came through the forest along the steep mountain road. The white mist in the forest suddenly fell all over the forest, and a meter away in front of them was filled with gray mist, enveloping the entire pine forest. The shadows flickered, and the pine branches at the far end were strange and strange. The two children were so scared that they uttered ah and stopped.The old Taoist on the sedan chair had white beard and hair, and ragged robes, but he was energetic and said with a slight smile, "There is nothing to be afraid of, it's just that some people are uncertain." He clapped his palms and called out in a long voice, "Qiaoer! Come down!"

With just one sound, the surrounding white mist flows like a sea, gathering on the high hills. The sky is clear for a moment, and the sun cuts colorful colors from the cracks in the pine branches, and then cuts them into thousands of filaments and falls to the ground.The white mist circled around the top of the mountain, as if gathering energy to condense into a human form. The young Taoist opened his long eyes, the brilliance in his eyes was restrained, as bright as jade, and he could see clearly under such a bright sun.He folded his arms together to wrap around the remaining mist, opened his lips, and breathed in like a siphon into his stomach, as if he swallowed all the mist completely, and then he stopped.The eyes of the two boys stared straight at them, and they both shouted joyfully: "Uncle Qiao, congratulations on your magical skills!" But the old Taoist shook his head and smiled, "No! No! It doesn't look like it at all. Qiao'er, you think you can do it well!" What's the matter?"

Wang Qiao was really afraid of this strict teacher in his heart, knowing that he couldn't hide it from him, he smiled perfunctorily with an embarrassed expression: "It's about the same."

"About how much?"

"It's just so-so." With a grinning face, he held the handle of the dust whisk in front of him with one hand, and stood up slowly.A little boy hurriedly said: "Hey, uncle, I'll help you."

Wang Qiao waved his hand and said, "No need!" With a dust whisk in his hand, a startling wind was entangled, and he supported his body as if flying through the clouds, and slowly fell down, fluttering from the huge boulder several feet high, and slowly landed.The two boys clapped their hands happily, but Wang Qiao knew that this kind of trick would not be able to pass in front of Daoist Beiming, so he lowered his head and made a filial look: "Master, let me carry you."

Daoist Beiming waved his hand and said, "I have Weiru, Weihe, carry me, what do you want me to carry?"

"Wei Ru, Wei He are still growing, don't crush your head." Wang Qiao said, "You just happened to test my skills." As soon as he stretched out his hand to support the patriarch's armpit and carried it on his back, the old man smiled slightly , turned the palm of the hand, and the two-finger iron ring also wrapped around his wrist.But Wang Qiao sent it forward, pointing to Neiguan acupoint on the inner side of his wrist with both hands.Bei Ming withdrew his palm, and pressed his backhand on his chest.Wang Qiao pushed, but used the dark force of Yunshou. The two of them, the old and the young, actually performed more than ten moves in the palm of their hands in the blink of an eye. Can't take my eyes off it.Bei Ming said: "Use 'reserve energy', let me see how well you have learned it." Wang Qiao smiled bitterly and said, "This is really not good." It has become the half-existent, half-real, half-illusory emptiness in the storage of energy, from the first style, honestly to the No.12 style.But when turning to the No.11 "Shallow Deep Gathering and Scattering", there is a sudden pause, and the No.12 move can't be used when the emptiness becomes stronger.Bei Ming sighed, went straight into the palace, touched the old wound on his chest, and said, "Fool!" Wang Qiao scratched his head, carried Bei Ming on his back and left.Weiru and Weihe called from behind, "Uncle, let's carry Grand Master, your feet are not good..." Wang Qiao laughed and said, "It's okay, Master is teaching me kung fu." Take a long breath With a sigh, lean forward lightly, as if Feng Xu is riding the wind; if you can use your strength, the dust whisk slightly rolls up Qiongzhi, sending people forward.Almost without touching the ground, with no effort, it floats like flying with the wings of a roc.

Bei Ming sighed: "I pass on your thoughts, and I wish you to explore the Three Realms. At that time, with your unique knowledge, you will be at ease, which is extraordinary. You can't forget it, but you can't forget it all. Can't get up and down, so-so, where is the mentality of a martial arts practitioner?" Wang Qiao said to himself: "My disciple is a layman, stupid and stupid, the master's teaching is so unreasonable, and it doesn't work if you think about it."

"You still dare to blame the teacher?"

"Don't dare. You are my only master. The dozen or so masters before me all ran away in anger."

Bi Ming smiled. "Isn't it because my legs can't run?" Wang Qiao stumbled in his throat and sighed distressedly: "You old man, you've broken me."

Beiming looked at the mountains in the distance, and the mist after the rain turned them into skinny mountains and rivers.He said: "Don't blame me for being a strict teacher. Generally speaking, your progress has been extraordinary. But you have to know... time waits for no one, and enemies do not wait for anyone. Saving people is like putting out a fire... ...how many years have passed?"

Wang Qiao said, "Almost five years."

Bei Ming raised his hand and said, "It's been five years! That's right, I came to look for you today because of this matter. Leader Liao of the Northern faction sent you a letter."

Wang Qiao was stunned, and smiled wryly, "Are you kidding me? I'm a little Taoist, Lord Lao Liao, what letter did you write to me? It must be written to you, Master."

Bei Ming said: "My legs are useless, he will not write to me. This letter is written to you, do you understand the intention?"

Daoist Beiming's legs were used to dispel the Gu poison for Wang Qiao and clear the heel barrier. Because the poison was getting worse and worse, even Toad Saint was helpless at the beginning. Fortunately, this great master spared no effort to replace him. To dissolve, in order to alleviate the symptoms, he transferred part of the toxin to himself, and then slowly forced it out.Although the legs are not disabled, they are hard to use. When it is rainy, they are so sore that it is almost impossible to climb the stairs.Wang Qiao's own ankle also suffered from a disease, and he was a little limping when walking, but it was much better than the unreasonable pain Bei Ming suffered.He is grateful for his master's kindness, but his disciples often resent him for causing his master to be like this. When he first came to Wudang, his life was particularly difficult.Bei Ming didn't take it seriously, and often said: "I'm not Toad Saint, I've reached this age, and I won't live long. We practice this whole body of kung fu, so why do we come here? If we can save one or two talented juniors, let me do this. If the comprehension is passed on, my practice in this life will not be in vain."

At this moment, Daoist Beiming took out the letter and handed it to Wang Qiao.Wang Qiao saw that his name was indeed written on the cover, and said, "They are telling me, but they have been staring at me, and they are not willing to forget." Bei Ming said: "You are on the mountain, I can keep you safe, but If you go down the mountain, I'm still worried...you haven't broken through the most important barrier, and you've achieved great success, but they don't want to wait any longer."

Wang Qiao wondered, "They? Who else?"

Daoist Beiming sighed and took out another letter. "This one is a letter from the Twelve Family. Once every five years, you probably forgot... It's 'Twelve Climbing the Tower' again. You are now the Patriarch of King Jinling... Although the building is gone, the three The two of them, aren’t they all here with you? If you don’t go, you will be on the mountain, and I’m afraid that if the mountain comes, you will be the one.”

Wang Qiao glanced at the letter paper and said with a wry smile: "They also really understand me... Ask Aunt Shen to write to me, can I still refuse?"

Bei Ming watched him put away the two letters, and said, "Aren't you going to read it now?"

"Maybe I can figure out what it's written in. It's bothering me. I have to think about it. Hey, master, the world is not as big as the belly. Let's go to eat first and then talk about it."

Bei Ming looked at him intently, and finally said: "Here is another letter."

This was unexpected. Wang Qiao saw a trace of frustration in Master's expression, as if he was deciding whether to hide it or not, but his nature was bright and upright, and he was not good at forgery, but he didn't take out the letter, he just said: " Qiaoer, the third level of Fengwen, how far have you practiced?"

Wang Qiao was most afraid of the master's examination of kung fu, so he immediately talked about him from left to right, and said, "Oh, this, didn't you see it just now?"

Bei Ming's real face was serious, "Who is joking with you?"

Wang Qiao immediately confessed, and lowered his eyebrows and said: "Master, it's too difficult, I can't do it."

Bei Ming said: "It's not that you can't do it, you just do half of it, some can, some can't." He shook his head, took out the letter, and handed it to him, "This is what you can't do. That half. I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse..."

Wang Qiao lowered his head to read the words on the envelope; when he touched his eyelids, his whole body froze there, his whole body trembled like an electric shock, he couldn't believe it.

That very familiar handwriting...

"It's a pity that this letter is not addressed to you. It's a 'Jianghu post'. After Yu Yuqing, the new Pope of the Southern School, left the customs this time, he issued a 'killing order'." Bei Ming Sighed, "You should take a look, you will be familiar with these names."

When Weiru and Weihe rushed down the mountain road carrying an empty sedan chair, they saw Wang Qiao holding a thin piece of paper, sitting beside the road in a daze.The two little boys ran up to them with a smile and said, "What's the matter, uncle, you were scolded by the Grand Master again?" Wang Qiao stretched his body and said with a tired body, "Isn't it? He hasn't made any progress, no wonder the old man is angry."

"Uncle Shi, how can you still not make progress—" Weiru said in surprise, "Except for the juniors, you have the shortest time to go up the mountain and the most advanced." He secretly lowered his voice, "I think there are some beginners Few of the ten-year uncles and uncles are as good as you!"

Wang Qiao shook his head. "That's different. Brothers, brothers and nephews are all cultivating life. That's a real skill. The root of my skill is different from yours. It's not my own, it's all borrowed. As for the real "sex" that should be cultivated '...not at all."

Both Weihe and Weiru knew that Wang Qiao's learning was different from theirs, and it was more like a teacher with art. In the view, he only learned Taoism, and Pei Ming taught martial arts separately.As the great master of the world, Master Beiming personally taught a cripple who has become a monk, and it is said that he does not have the slightest foundation in internal and external skills. This is not only shocking, but also enviable.Wang Qiao lived on the mountain for five years, and his life was not peaceful.Fortunately, he is really aggressive and lazy, even if someone bullies him, he doesn't bother to bully him back, and when he wakes up, he even forgets who bullied him yesterday. With a temperament suitable for cultivating Taoism, over time, more juniors became friends with him.Of course, privately, it was rumored that Daoist Beiming passed on all the unique knowledge that he had never taught to others, and the saying that he wanted him to inherit the mantle has never been cut off.

Although he started very late, but because he is the closed disciple of Bei Ming, his seniority is actually very high.But of course Wang Qiao never played tricks on this, and he was assigned to carry water and firewood and sweep the streets with the third and fourth generation juniors, and he did exactly as he did. Not a single complaint.Sometimes the juniors complained for him, but he said instead: "I have the word woodcutter in my name, so it can be seen that collecting firewood is what I should do naturally. It's just that the first half of my life was very smooth, but I have never been a fisherman. The matter of farming and animal husbandry is simply completed now."

Therefore, the two children were not afraid of him, and they crowded around him to talk now.Wei He asked: "Master Uncle, what exactly does Tai Shifu test you, can you tell us to listen?" Wei Ru also said: "Yes! Yes! What kind of magic method is it that makes you so sad Can't you learn?"

Wang Qiao thought for a while, pointed forward, and said, "Look at the mountains over there."

At this time, it is deep in autumn, and there are a large number of red and yellow leaves on the mountain, and the mountain belt is spread out with the change of height, colorful and beautiful.

"Master wants me to look down on the mountains."

The children all stared wide-eyed: "Huh?——" "Look at the color? What color do you think?"

"It's black and white, just like a landscape painting. Look at the colors again. Repeat this three times." He saw the two little ghosts winking and staring, and smiled, "It's not with your eyes. You have to use it here." He poked their chests , patted the soil on the worn Taoist robe, stood up and put the letter in his arms. "Speak to Senior Brother Xichang for me, I have to go."

"Go? Where?"

"Go down the mountain—" he dragged his voice, limping slowly, "try."

Wang Zheng fell asleep sitting on the threshold, and vaguely heard a sound coming from the side door; no one in his family seemed to have heard it, and no one was there.Zheng'er felt that he was a grown-up and could help the family with errands, so he ran to the door and put his feet on the latch to open a crack. He saw an old beggar outside, her clothes were thin and ragged, shivering in the autumn wind, her pair of withered eyes Holding a broken bowl in his hand, his hair was disheveled like rushes, seeing a young master who opened the door, he looked inside, and seemed to think it was useless to talk to him, so he asked in a hoarse voice, "Is the master here?"

Wang Zheng held his head high, straightened his back and said, "That's me!"

The old woman was stunned, then she understood immediately, and said with a smile: "The young master is also a master. Is your father there?" Wang Zheng shook his head and said, "My father has become a monk. I am now the master of the family!" He didn't understand the words Yes, just follow along casually, Master Xue puffed up his chest, "It's the same if you tell me anything."

The old woman looked at him lovingly and said: "It's nothing, just ask the young master to give the poor man a bowl of rice."

Wang Zheng looked at her, and said with a smile, "Wait a minute!" He ran into the yard with a pair of chubby calves, took down a bowl of sweet porridge and a stack of persimmons on his table, and thumped again. He ran back to the door and handed all his brains into her hands. "Take it all! I still have a lot more," he blinked his round eyes on his jade white snowy face, playful and cute, "If you still want to eat tomorrow, come back at this time tomorrow. At this time, Mu Niang None of us are-"

The old woman didn't look at the food in her hand, but just looked at him. "The little master is too sensible. What's his name? How old are you?"

Children are not afraid of life, so they picked up a piece of persimmon from the plate, "My name is Wang Zheng! I am five years old!"

"Is it the truth of 'true and false', or the perfection of 'Zhizheng'?" She asked softly, "Can you write?"

"Father said that I was noisy all day long and not quiet, so it was a fight to leave half of 'quiet'." The little adult said in a dignified manner, "Mother said that I wanted everything when I was casting lots. I obviously want nothing Ah, I just want daddy to come back." He looked at the old woman's expression strangely, "Are you suffering from hunger? Eat it, it's delicious," he put the cake to the old woman's mouth, thinking for a while He imitated the adults again and said, "You're welcome."

For three or five days in a row, every noon after a nap, the old woman would always come to beg for a bowl of porridge. Interesting.But this day he had a sad face and said: "Mother-in-law, you can't come tomorrow, and you won't be able to find me when you come." The old woman hurriedly asked: "What's the matter? If I cause trouble to the little master, it's fine if I don't come. "Wang Zheng said: "No. Tomorrow my aunt wants me to start learning martial arts." The old woman thought for a while and sighed: "Yes! At your age, you should have a solid foundation." Seeing Wang Zheng's displeasure, she persuaded: " You are from a family of martial arts, how many burdens the family will have in the future, you must learn martial arts, don't be afraid of hardship." The child said: "If I study martial arts hard, I will not be afraid of hardships, will Daddy come back?" Unable to answer, he said for a while: "Since you are learning martial arts tomorrow, I will take you out to play today, do you dare?" He laughed until he lost sight of both eyes, hugged her neck and shouted, "Okay! Let's go secretly."

The old woman said with a smile: "You sneak out, won't the aunt break your legs?"

Wang Zheng stuck out his tongue: "That can't be done, I have to practice martial arts tomorrow. Besides, if it is really interrupted, it just so happens that I don't have to practice."

The old woman shook her head and laughed at him: "I really don't know who the little master looks like."

He followed the old woman through halls and alleys, and felt that the other person was not walking in a hurry, but he was able to keep up at first, but after running out of breath, he couldn't catch up with a rickety woman, so he couldn't help shouting: "Wait a minute Me," the old woman said with a slight smile, "you and I compete, whoever arrives first at the candied fruit stall on the East Street will be the host." Wang Zheng is worthy of his name, competitive, and he was overjoyed when he heard about the competition , shouted: "It's a deal." He started to run; but he was weak and weak, and the old woman followed leisurely, but she couldn't get rid of him.As the old woman walked slowly, she taught him the technique of lightly touching the ground and then sticking to the ground.Seeing that he didn't understand, she stretched out her hand to hold his little feet, leading him to step forward with priorities.This kid is also extremely smart, he can see through a little bit, and after walking two steps, he is out of breath, walking steadily side by side with the old woman.The old woman chatted casually with him again, in fact, unconsciously teaching him the method of exhaling and exhaling in the length of the conversation.The distance from home to East Street was three miles long, and the two walked briskly like the wind, definitely not like the footsteps of a five-year-old child, and they didn't feel tired at all.When approaching the candied fruit stall, Wang Zheng deliberately took a few steps forward and jumped to the front of the stall.There was no one in the city who didn't know the young master of the Wang family, all of them were smiling, and they only heard his childish voice and said softly: "Shopkeeper, I'll put some fruit on credit and put it in my aunt's account, will it work?" He said in a repeated voice, "It doesn't matter what it is. You can choose what you like to eat, young master." When they saw an old woman following them, they just regarded it as a servant of the Wang family, and they didn't care.

Wang Zheng won a big bag of breasts, won the bet again, and led the old woman's hand bouncingly away.Turning a corner, the old woman said, "Let's go and watch the sun go down." Wang Zheng wondered, "Where should we go?" The old woman pointed, "Go up the mountain to see it." Wang Zheng was shocked, "It takes a whole day to go up the mountain. "The old woman smiled slightly and said: "After so many days of free food from the young master, I should do my best to take you to play for fun." As she spoke, she lifted the child into her arms and held him under the armpit. As soon as the person lifts his true energy, he leaps out several feet.Wang Zheng seemed to be flying through the clouds, watching the scenery pass by his feet, his eyes widened in shock, and said, "Grandma, you know kung fu! It's amazing!" His mind was very fast, and he said whatever came to mind, "Do you know me? Daddy?" But the mother-in-law didn't answer.When I got to the top of the mountain and let the child go, I saw that the city wall was spreading under my feet, dyed a soft orange color by the setting sun.Wang Zheng danced happily, ran all over the mountains and plains, and suddenly ran into the arms of a Taoist.

He picked up the little boy and called out in a tired and helpless tone: "Zheng'er——"

The child cried out with a whoosh; the old woman was suddenly startled by the cry, stood up and took two steps, and the figures of the two of them bumped into each other's eyes.

The Taoist is only thirty years old, but his body and bones are more open than before, and his brows have a more forlorn and sad look, as if pulling people apart and filling them up, so sparse that they occupy the sky and the earth.He was dressed in a rough robe, and his leggings were muddy, obviously from a long journey; under his feet were a pair of scuffed shoes, one side of which was worn out.He walked with a slight limp, holding a dust whisk in his hand. The dust feather was all white, but there was a strand of black hair in it, which was out of place.The Taoist looked at the old woman, his expression didn't change much, it was like railings in the vast sea, shining on the ancient well of the moon, without waves or waves.Said: "Thank you for taking care of the child." The old woman should not.Wang Zheng didn't have time to wipe away his tears, and hurriedly said: "Father! You're back! Don't take offense, it was my mother-in-law who brought me here to play."

Wang Qiao picked him up and said: "I know, I saw you betting with him at the gate of the city, so I followed along." He smiled and shook the child, "Good guy, it's sinking a lot! But he heard Wang Zheng shout: "Grandma, where are you going?" He hurried to get down, and rushed to grab her in two or three steps, but how could he catch up?He said anxiously, "Father, you scared the mother-in-law away. She is not a bad person."

Wang Qiao said: "Yes, I know he is not a bad person." He took Wang Zheng's hand, "Go back to eat, don't make the aunt wait." But the child threw himself on him and insisted on him hugging him, and the tears still hung up. His face was full of anxiety, but his brows were brimming with joy, "You are back! Really you are back, you are back, you are back!" Wang Qiao said with a smile, "But you are so busy that you can't stop for a moment. "He stamped his feet slightly, but without turning his head, he only said to the back, "Ah Qing, don't you want to go home and have dinner together? We haven't seen each other for a long time."

There was no echo for a long time.

But he knew he was there; in the pine wind, in the shadow of the sunset.Hearing the other person's rough breathing, he finally couldn't help but ask, "How did you know it was me...?"

"I always recognize you," he replied quietly.He wanted to seek meditation and calmness in the Taoism, and all colors should be the same as colorless.He sees the colorful and dazzling flowers, all of which end up in a mountain of clear rain, which washes away the lead; the ten-mile lotus and the three-autumn osmanthus are not equal to the whiteness of the sky and the ground, piercing the world.It's like splashing inkstones, covering up the colorful colors; it's also like Tiangong's brush, leaving only light ink residues.

But in that landscape painting, he always left a smear of green, in the blackness, in the snow-white, in the dimness, in the eyes of this idiot.