Our cultivator in the village

Chapter 26
Let's talk about the Elder Tianxin at this time, saying that he was going down the mountain, but he was actually walking at a leisurely pace. As he walked, he suddenly discovered, why did he reach the foot of Lingjue Peak?
Elder Tianxin smiled wryly, it seems that the person who untied the bell had to tie it.Daoist Chongxu had to talk to Mrs. Ling Jue about everything. If he wanted to hide, he couldn't hide, so he shook his head.

Arriving at Ling Jue Peak, Elder Tianxin hesitated for a moment, and finally pushed open the one-foot-thick gate with a squeak.

When he entered the door, he saw Wen Muqing spreading a three-foot-long scroll beside a thick black ink pool, gently rolled up his Shuiyun sleeves, picked up a Huzhou brush, and dipped a bit of ink on the square inkstone. Thick ink, the posture is like the breeze blowing out of the sleeves, the moon is in the arms, and the end is extremely graceful.

Wen Muqing's movements were gentle, but his writing was strong and powerful, and a line of elegant and graceful characters were presented on the paper.

Wen Muqing saw Elder Tianxin coming in, smiled shyly, and said: "I have just learned a few words, and I want to practice it, Master Yun, you can take care of yourself." After saying that, he looked inside and said with a smile : "Master, her old lady is sitting in meditation inside, she probably already knew you were here."

Tian Xin praised: "Miss Wen, your words are getting better and better."

Wen Muqing smiled softly: "Prompt posts can remove the impetuousness in the heart. The heart can be restrained to refine, and the qi can be restrained to purify. The writing is stable, the writing is clean, and the energy and spirit can be written, so that the character can be better displayed. The role of seal script."

Tian Xin couldn't help asking: "How about that Tang Xiaoxian who came with Wei Jiang?"

Wen Muqing frowned and said: "I don't read, I don't write. I'm as ignorant as that Wei Jiang! The old man asked him to practice calligraphy, and he hid after practicing a few strokes. His strokes are as good as a ghost's peach charm." What can a talisman do for a person who doesn’t understand the concubine, who can’t even write the characters correctly?”

Tianxin chatted with this Wen Muqing just to wait for Master Ling Jue to come out.

Sure enough, before he could say the last three words, Master Ling Jue's hoarse voice came from the back room: "Tianxin, you old man, you come as soon as you come, why don't you dare to come in? This kid Mu Qing is writing hard, you go to influence others what?"

Wen Muqing pursed his lips and smiled, and said: "Master, he is not in a good mood today, you should take it easy!" After finishing speaking, he packed up his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and went to wash the inkstone in the pen and ink pool.

Tianxin dawdled and entered the Liushuang residence where Master Ling Jue lived.As soon as I entered, I heard Master Ling Jue sarcasm: "Brother, it is really not easy for you to come here! I think that you will never enter this Liushuang residence in your life!?"

Tianxin said awkwardly: "Brother, isn't he afraid of affecting your cultivation?"

"If you don't come here, the old body will be cleared? The old body will be cultivated?"

Tianxin looked at the little junior sister in the past, and saw Mrs. Ling Jue curled up on a dilapidated futon under the dim candlelight. She was thin and small like a young girl.Looking closely, Mrs. Ling Jue's hair is completely white, the corners of her eyes and lips are full of fine lines, and only the appearance of a good girl in the past can be vaguely seen from her eyebrows and eyes.

He sighed and said, "Junior Sister, we are all old, why are you still talking about the past?"

"You came here to tell me this?" Master Ling Jue said coldly.

"Junior Sister, I haven't seen you for a few days, you seem to have aged a lot. Senior Brother asked Jingru little girl to send you the Zhuyan Pill, why have you never eaten it?"

"You get old when you are old, and you look old when you are old. You eat Zhuyan Pills like those old demon women in Yuqing Palace. Do you want to be an old demon?" Master Ling Jue said every sentence like a knife, pointing at her former classmates. Senior brother cut it, "Also, why don't you eat it yourself if you give it to me?"

Tianxin had no words to answer.

"Men are so thoughtful, do you think the old man can't see it? Even if we are one person and one mountain now, you have already made plans to never communicate with each other. You want the old man to look younger, and it is best to be as beautiful as Qing'er." Well, you will be proud of yourself! As for yourselves, if you are old and ugly, it is just a skill to show off, isn't it?" Master Ling Jue looked at Elder Tianxin with a half-smile.

Elder Tianxin smiled awkwardly: "Junior Sister, you always say people like this."

Master Ling Jue was expressionless: "I've always been used to being mean, and everyone in the whole school knows about it."

She suddenly laughed, and said: "I won't talk to you about this anymore. I heard that old man Qing Pu had a good idea, saying that we old fellows should stop practicing the Infinite Sutra and leave the opportunity to Qing'er and the others. The old man knew that he didn't know what to do. The bones are rotten, and I don’t have the confidence to break through at all, so I hope to pull everyone into the water together, or I won’t learn if I don’t learn. At first, I was not happy. You can’t do it, but we can do it! Now I think about it. Brother, we are alive Nearly a hundred years is enough to live, even if you practice this immeasurable scripture, break through the realm of heaven and man and prolong your life for several decades, if you continue to live like this, what good will it be?"

Tian Xin was silent for a while, knowing that there was no way to come to a conclusion on these topics.

He sighed a long time and said: "Junior Sister, I came here to tell you that next month, Lao Er Chongxu will bring his disciples to compete with the old Taoist in alchemy."

Master Ling Jue stood up abruptly, straightened his stooped waist, and said, "Didn't I hear that he was going to die? What about this moth?"

Tianxin said: "No, Brother Chongxu is probably not as good as me. His Dao foundation is damaged, and he can't break through at all. It's just a matter of suffering." Tianxin seemed to have a bitter olive in his mouth, and said with a frown: "Half a year ago, he sent me a letter to Feige, saying that he would visit our Wuliang Mountain in half a year and try another alchemy competition."

"Competition on alchemy? So what if you win, so what if you lose?" Ling Jue's eyes flashed coldly.

"It doesn't matter if you win or lose. You don't gamble with your life or your family property." Tianxin looked at Mrs. Ling Jue, with an imperceptible warmth in his eyes, and said, "Senior brother Chongxu said, if I still If I win, he doesn't want anything, he turns his head and walks away, but if I lose, he wants you to go back to Yuqing Palace."

"Absolutely not!" Master Ling Jue shouted: "You two, why do you have to bet on your old body to win or lose? It has been like this for 50 years, and you are still like this after 50 years! What do you think of your old body?"

Tian Xin dejectedly took a step back.

After finishing speaking, Elder Ling Jue slapped the table and shouted: "You two are generally ungrateful and ungrateful. 50 years ago, I misjudged you, and 50 years later, my old eyes will never be wrong again!"

After all, Elder Ling Jue straightened his stooped waist, turned his back to the former second senior brother, and said coldly: "If you want to compete with old man Chongxu, then do it. If the old man goes to look at you that day, he will destroy his eyes." !Second senior brother, I won’t serve tea to see off guests!”

Tianxin had no choice but to say, junior sister, take care, and slowly descended from Ling Juefeng.After leaving Liushuangju, the hall outside was empty. He knew that Wen Muqing was a careful girl, and he and Ling Jue must have had an unpleasant conversation, so he sent away a group of disciples to avoid embarrassing himself and the master.

He walked slowly down a mountain road that few people visited, pondering things in his mind, not knowing the direction, but the road detoured farther and farther, and even came to an open space behind the mountain.

All I saw was a half-grown child, with his upper body naked, his head covered in sweat and oil, holding a bell that weighed more than a hundred kilograms in one hand and standing still, chanting words.

Elder Tianxin knew that this was Tang Xiaoxian who went up the mountain with Weijiang. He heard that this child had extraordinary aptitude in talisman and seal, and was highly appreciated by Ling Jue's junior sister.

Tang Xiaoxian saw Elder Tianxin at a glance, and hurried over to greet him.

Tianxin asked in an old way: "Tang Xiaoxian, what kind of talisman kung fu have you practiced? You actually use bells? Do you need bells for writing?"

Tang Xiaoxian smiled foolishly, wiped off the oily sweat from his face, and said to Elder Tianxin: "Master Tianxin, I have never read a book, and I can't write well the characters of talisman and seal. Angry." Seeing that Tianxin listened attentively, he continued: "Senior Sister Wen always said that I am ignorant, and also make typos, so that the spiritual power in the talisman seals will penetrate shallowly, and the power of the talisman seals will not be able to be exerted. I don't care. Thinking about it this way, the reason why I wrote the Fu Zhuan is shallow is because I don’t have enough finger strength, so I secretly practice finger strength here. I think that as long as the strength in the hand is strong, the spirit will naturally also be there.”

Elder Tianxin didn't want to comment on Ling Juefeng's family affairs, so he smiled and said, "Very good, very good! You did the right thing."

Tang Xiaoxian watched Elder Tianxin leave this day, thinking that others said that Elder Tianxin had a bad temper, but he seems to be doing well now.

But he didn't know that after hearing Tang Xiaoxian's words, Elder Tianxin thought to himself that everything in this world is right or wrong?It's really hard to understand.Wen Muqing thinks that Fu Zhuan should write good characters, and when the characters are well written, Fu Zhuan is more powerful; Tang Xiaoxian doesn't know how to write, and often writes wrong characters. Could it be that the Fu Zhuan he drew has no effect?

If it didn't work, would Master Ling Jue value him so much?
Elder Tianxin suddenly burst out laughing, the talisman is originally a peach talisman painted by ghosts, if you pay attention to a good handwriting like Wen Muqing, it looks good, but others can know your intention at a glance, wouldn't it make others predict the enemy's opportunity ?If everyone is like Tang Xiaoxian, who doesn't know what he writes, is it even more unpredictable?

Elder Tianxin sat on the side of the road, like a child, picked up a section of reed root from under the stone peak, removed the soil, held it in his mouth, and tasted the sweet and sour taste.

Looking at the white clouds and gray dogs in the sky again, they gather and then disperse, and they disperse and reunite again, the end is unpredictable, and a past event gradually comes to mind.

　Starting from here, three consecutive sections count as extras, and it is about the old relationship between Tianxin and Lingjue.

　　Regardless of whether the reader thinks it is off topic, I think the writing is quite emotional.

　　It has been a month since the beginning.Feel like an alternative.

　　Regardless of the style of writing, style of writing, or theme, it is an alternative.

　　Can the alternative survive?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)