Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

"Really?" Wang Wenzuo glanced at his wife in surprise. In his memory, his wife seemed to always try to avoid his sons. Why did she change her behavior today: "What's wrong with you? Why are you talking about them today?" , you rarely mention these things on weekdays!"

"Didn't I think of it only after you asked about Sheng'er?" Cui Yunying said coquettishly, "It's as if I'm a jealous woman!"

"That's not the case!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "But to hear what you say, my approach of taking them away from their mother when they were young and sending them to an island was a bit cruel, but it was not a bad thing for them!"

"That's true!" Cui Yunying sighed: "As the saying goes, a loving mother often loses her son. If not, there would be so many strong and brave men!"

"Oh? Then does Sheng'er want to do the same?"

"How is that possible!" Cui Yunying objected subconsciously. When she saw the smile on Wang Wenzuo's face, she realized that it was her husband who was joking with her. She said bitterly: "I am the only son who loves me as much as my life, so you also take it for granted." Just kidding, you men’s hearts are really as solid as stone!”

"Okay, okay! I won't send Sheng'er away!" Wang Wenzuo comforted: "There is a Cui wife, how can I send the child away?"

"Then if Sheng'er stays with me, will she be too weak when she grows up?" Cui Yunying worried again.

"Strength will inevitably break, and being soft is not a bad thing!" Wang Wenzuo smiled: "Besides, Sheng'er is still young. If he is two years old, he will ask a few good teachers to train him. The art of bow, horse, spear, and spear is actually not difficult to learn! You don't want it either. Too worried!”

"Lang Jun, you have created unparalleled achievements. I am just worried that our children are too weak to inherit your legacy!"

Hearing this, Wang Wenzuo didn't know what his wife was thinking, so he had to hold her hand: "I have my own arrangements for Sheng'er's future. The world is created by force but defended by force, so don't worry too much!"

Although Wang Wenzuo tried his best to comfort her, the thorn in Cui Yunying's heart was still stuck there and could not be removed. The thought of it made her uncomfortable. That night, she tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. She did not fall asleep lightly until the third watch. She woke up at dawn and could not sleep anymore. She had to get up to wash up and go for a walk in the back garden.

As Wang Wenzuo's residence in Fan Yang, the area is naturally quite large. The back garden alone covers more than a hundred acres, surrounded by high walls, including rockeries, lakes, creeks, waterside pavilions, pavilions, woods, and cliffs. It is the masterpiece of a famous craftsman specially invited from Luoyang. A small world. Cui Yunying walked along the bluestone-paved trail, feeling the breeze blowing on her face, the sound of birds chirping, and the fish chasing the waves in the stream beside her. Her originally chaotic mood gradually calmed down.

"Madam, look ahead, what is that Taoist doing on that big rock?"

Following the direction of the maid's finger, Cui Yunying saw a huge stone about three or four people tall and seven or eight feet square by the stream not far ahead. On it were engraved the two words "Control Anger". Standing on the huge stone A Taoist, facing the east, his legs slightly bent, his hands clasped, his chest drawn back, his eyes slightly closed, the morning wind blowing his beard and hair flying, like a fairy.

"You should be practicing, right?" Cui Yunying had already recognized that the Taoist was the Chongjing Taoist. Not long after he invited him home last time, he heard from his servants that he accidentally broke his arm. He was originally worried about this Taoist. My curiosity and admiration have faded a lot, and since there have been so many things going on, I have forgotten about this old-fashioned thing. I don't want to run into him again today, it can be said that it is fate.

"Madam, look!" the maid suddenly said: "Why is this man's breath so long?"

Cui Yunying took a look and saw that every time the Chongjing Taoist exhaled, a long line of white air shot straight out from his mouth, and it spread out six to seven feet away, just like an arrow of air. Cui Yunying tried to blow a breath hard. When the breath she exhaled met the cold morning air, it immediately formed a cloud of white mist, but it was quickly blown away by the morning breeze.

"I didn't realize that this old man is actually quite capable! I looked down on him because of his injured arm, so I looked down upon him a little bit!" At this time, Cui Yunying couldn't help but feel a little admiration.

The maid had been following Cui Yunying for many years, but she couldn't figure out what her master was thinking, so she stepped forward and said loudly: "Old Taoist, Madam is here, why don't you come down to see her?"

There was no one around in the garden in the early morning, except for a few morning birds. When the maid shouted, several birds in the surrounding woods were frightened, and they flapped their wings and flew away. But the old man on the boulder was indifferent, as if he hadn't heard anything, and was still doing his homework. The maid was angry when she saw this, and was about to shout again, but was stopped by Cui Yunying: "The Taoist Master is doing morning classes, we will just wait for a while, don't disturb him!"

"He is an old man, and he actually asked his wife to wait for him!" The maid was shocked. Cui Yunying smiled and pointed to two bluestones beside the stream not far away: "I'm just tired from walking, so sit down and have a rest!"

The maid had no choice but to take out the brocade handkerchief from her sleeve, spread it on the bluestone first, and waited for Cui Yunying to sit down. She stood aside to wait on him. After about half an hour, the Chongjing Taoist on the boulder stopped his work and first went to the streamside. Mrs. Cui put her hands together and saluted. He didn't even turn around and stepped down from the stone. He jumped straight down. The top of the boulder was also five or six meters high from the ground. Before the maid could exclaim, she saw Chongjing reaching out in the middle of the boulder. A few protrusions borrowed some force to cushion the fall, and landed gently.

"I have not finished my homework just now, so I cannot salute Madam. Please forgive me!" Chongjing said.

"It doesn't matter!" Cui Yunying said with a smile: "I saw that the Taoist priest's behavior just now was quite extraordinary. May I ask what kind of homework he did?"

"The purple clouds in the morning are the beginning of the day and are the most pure." Chongjing said with a smile: "If you pick it every day, it will be of great benefit!"

"That's it!" Cui Yunying said with a smile. Taoism was very popular at that time. Although Cui Yunying, a member of aristocratic families, had never practiced Buddhism, he had read some books on Taoism and knew that Zixia played an extremely important role in Taoism's cultivation theory. status. This Chongjing Taoist has real abilities. She looked at the old Taoist's arm: "Taoist Master, I heard that you injured your arm a few days ago, but it seems to be healed now!"

When Chongjing heard Cui Yunying mention his arm, he laughed awkwardly: "Greetings, Madam Lao, it was just a minor injury and has already healed!"

"That's good, that's good!" Cui Yunying looked Chongjing up and down, and suddenly smiled: "Taoist Priest, how are you doing in the mansion these days?"

"Very good! Madam, thank you for your attention!" Chongjing replied with some confusion. "That's good!" Cui Yunying said with a smile: "Taoist Master, the general and I have a child who is five years old. The general and I love each other very much. This child is good in everything, but his body is still a little weak. I heard "Sir, sir, your art of nourishing qi and preserving health is very good, can you teach my child a thing or two?"

"This -" Chongjing showed a wry smile: "Madam Rong, I am not stingy about my skills. In fact, this art of nourishing qi can only be practiced after the five internal organs have grown up. Don't say that your young master is only five years old this year. It’s something that my Taoist boy hasn’t been taught yet.”

"Oh!" Cui Yunying smiled: "If the Taoist priest has any children who can practice, please teach him a thing or two! I admire the Taoist priest's ability very much, but I don't know it yet!"

When Chongjing heard this, he didn't know that Cui Yunying wanted to drag him to his son's side. But the problem was that the man surnamed Cao hurt his arm as soon as he made a move. Who knows who meant this? If he had stayed behind without knowing what was going on, would the man named Cao have killed him?

"Madam!" Chongjing said with a smile: "The general is surrounded by crouching tigers, hidden dragons, and there are all extraordinary talents. How dare a poor man with such humble skills dare to show his embarrassment!"

Cui Yunying frowned slightly. She did not expect that when she opened her mouth, this man would refuse. Could it be that she had misunderstood that this man had no real ability? But if this is really the case, wouldn't it be more appropriate to use the name of a general, son, and teacher? Is it easier to show off like this? Thinking of this, Cui Yunying gritted her teeth and bowed to Chongjing: "If the Taoist priest refuses, does he think that I am not sincere in body and mind?"

When Chongjing saw Cui Yunying's shoulders moving slightly and her calves moving forward, he knew that the other party was about to bow down. He quickly extended a hand to help him, but the other party couldn't bow anymore. He smiled bitterly and said: "Madam, why do you have to do this? I just agree to it, but Pindao There is an ugly saying that comes before. When Pindao is teaching, no one else is allowed to be around, and there is no master-disciple relationship between Pindao and your young master. Pindao is just a guest of your house, how about that?"

"The first one is natural!" Cui Yunying has also heard some sayings about Taoist secrets. Some of the essentials are only known to the master and the disciples, and no third party is allowed to be present: "But since the Taoist master is willing to teach the art, , you are a teacher, why don’t you want the title of master and apprentice?”

"Madam, I don't know something. Ping Dao is an outsider, but your young master is the legitimate son of the general. His status is extremely noble." Chongjing said with a smile: "With Ping Tao's foundation, if I become your teacher, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it. Such blessings come at the expense of others!”

Cui Yunying tried to persuade her again and again, but Chongjing refused. Seeing that his attitude was very firm, she had no choice but to give up: "Well, since the Taoist Master is not willing, I won't force it, so just do as the Taoist Master said! "

The two agreed on a time for the door-to-door teaching, and Chongjing returned to his residence. As soon as he entered the door, several people came outside, saying that they were giving gifts to the two Taoist priests in accordance with Mrs. Cui's instructions. Pushan stepped forward and saw that they were all daily necessities for food and clothing, but the exquisiteness of the objects was far better than usual. He was surprised and happy. When the gift-giver left, he said to Chongjing: "Master , then what’s wrong with Mrs. Cui now, why do you treat us so favorably?”

"Good fortune depends on disaster, and misfortune depends on blessing!" Chongjing snorted coldly: "You only see the beauty of the clothes, but you don't see the disaster behind it!"

"What misfortunes and blessings are there? Master, your words are so difficult to understand. They are kind-hearted and gave alms to us two monks! But you are talking about these things. No wonder you are always poor in this life!"

"You——!" Chongjing was so angry with his disciple that he couldn't speak for a moment. After a while, he cursed: "It's worthless things. Do you think these things are for nothing? I was there as a teacher this morning." When I was doing my homework on the Wrath Controlling Stone, I happened to meet Mrs. Cui, and she was forced to agree to teach her son the art of nourishing Qi, so I have these things!"

"Isn't this a good thing?" Pu Shan's eyes lit up: "Teacher, you have accepted Mrs. Cui's son as your disciple. With the biological son of General Wang, won't you get twice the result with half the effort in promoting Dharma?"

"Useless idiot!" Chongjing said angrily: "Have you forgotten the rules of your master's profession? There is only one master and apprentice, and the inheritance is passed down from generation to generation. If I accept Mrs. Cui's son as my disciple, what will you do? "

"I -?" Pushan was stunned when he heard this, and he touched the back of his head: "Then I'll give it to him. Anyway, he is the son of General Wang, and he must be able to spread the Dharma and preach better than me!"

"You are generous!" Chongjing sneered: "You gave him your status as a single disciple of our sect, then do you want to give him what you have learned over the years?"

"This -" Pushan was stunned for a moment. He also knew that the teacher's lineage emphasized that "the law should not be passed on to the outside world." Many of the things the teacher taught him were passed down orally and without writing. If the teacher accepted it, Mrs. Cui would The young master is his disciple, so the only way to prevent the secret from being leaked is to kill himself.

"Understood, if you don't accept this as a disciple, you will have no choice but to hand over your own life!" Chongjing snorted coldly: "If it weren't for this, I would have accepted others as my disciples long ago, so there is no need to endure it. For a fool like you!"

"Hehe!" Pu Shan laughed twice: "Teacher still loves me, but having said that, teacher really missed a good opportunity this time! General Wang's own son becomes a disciple, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

"Teacher, you have forgotten how I broke my arm last time!" Chongjing said: "Teacher, I just pushed away the master-disciple status this time, and it's not all because of you. What kind of status is the legitimate son of General Wang? Will there be any protection from an expert? If I want to be this teacher, I will definitely check all the details. If there are any mistakes, it cannot be solved with just one arm!"

"That's true, the teacher is thoughtful!" Pushan nodded: "Then how long do we have to stay here?"

"Let's take a look first!" Chongjing thought for a while: "I originally thought that if we stayed for another month or two, even if we didn't leave, someone would chase us away. But now when we encounter this kind of thing, we can only wait another half a year. one Year!"

"Hey!" Pushan took out a bag of tea from the gift, smelled the aroma, and said intoxicatedly: "I don't care. It doesn't matter if I stay here for another ten or eight years to take care of food!"

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In this way, Chongjing came to Mrs. Cui the next day as agreed. He first touched the bones of Wang Qisheng (Wang Wenzuo's son). Because he was still young, he could not practice the breath breathing method of this lineage, so he only You can first do some methods to guide and strengthen your body, such as Wu Qin Xi.