Fu Shifeng

Chapter 71
Changqing's judgment on the divine appearance of Xiyue Mountain also depends on the teaching of Daoist Daoist.

After Daguan Daoist left Huangguan in Kongtong Mountain, he traveled to the famous mountains and blessed places in Guanzhong for a long time. He also came to Taihua in Huashan to look for fairy traces, and he was very concerned about the legend of the golden armored general.

But he finally found that whether it was the Xiyue Zhenjun Temple at the foot of the mountain, or some legendary footprints of immortals, even if they were slightly miraculous, most of them were far-fetched.

Later Daguan Daoist Daoism became successful. Referring to the legend of the gods of Xiyue Mountain, combined with the killing of golden elephants in the West and the theory of yin and yang in military strategists, he created the idea of ​​​​preserving the true form of gods and passed them on to his disciples.This is also the reason why Changqing wanted to travel to Huashan Mountain and search for fairy trails.

In fact, at the end of the former dynasty, there were several Taoist sects in Taihua Mountain, each occupying the temples and caves on the top of the mountain.

These Taoists live a peaceful and peaceful life with each other, and occasionally visit each other to talk about Taoism.The communication with the secular people outside the mountains is nothing more than collecting some mountain herbs and selling them in the country market in exchange for salt and cloth.

According to Daguan Daoist, there were indeed a few people in Taihua Mountain who had achieved success in cultivation. After breathing out and adjusting their breath, they raised their heads to the sky and screamed, causing the trees to shake and the birds and beasts to flee.

But not all the cultivators wanted to go down the mountain to do something big. Those Taoist priests living on the mountain lived in a very poor life. The so-called cave mansions were nothing like fine mansions at all, they were really dusty caves and stone chambers.The Taoist priests living in the middle are dressed in sackcloth and straw shoes, dirty and embarrassing, and they are no different from beggars in the secular world at the foot of the mountain, completely different from the Youdao immortal masters that ordinary people imagine.

In the early years of this dynasty, the war gradually subsided, and the princes and nobles in Chang'an mostly built manors at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain to escape the heat.In order to seek a future as an official, literati and inkmen specially went to live in a hut in the mountains, pretending to be hermits, and seeking fame and fame. Instead, they attracted attention and gradually formed a shortcut to the south.

As the remaining vein of Qinling Mountains, Xiyue Taihua is no exception.In the past hundred years, many temples and temples have been newly built in the mountains, but it would be ridiculous to say that there are many real practitioners in them.

Except for the buildings built for princes and nobles, there is not much difference between the rest of the temples and the shops that provide food and lodging.At most, it is to arrange some religious rituals for the Taoist guests to get rid of sins and pray for blessings and disasters. As for whether it is effective or not, it all depends on the devout heart.

Therefore, Cheng Sanwu and his party entered Taihua Mountain, and they didn't have to eat and sleep in the open.The four of them are armed with weapons and have extraordinary bearing, just like those idle officials and eunuchs in Chang'an who come to Taihua Mountain to enjoy the autumn scenery.

As for the steep mountain trails that are difficult for ordinary visitors to climb, or the iron cable plank road that hangs in the sky and faces the abyss, even if the three, five and four of Cheng are not walking on flat ground, they will not need much effort.

Coming to the top of Lianhua Peak, one side is a cliff that is almost perpendicular to the ground like a knife and an axe, and the other side is an extremely steep mountain forest. There is only a narrow stone step that extends along the dragon-like ridge to the peak.The entire mountain is a natural boulder, majestic and imposing.

Looking around, the mountains are rolling and rolling, the misty clouds and clouds are surging, just like the waves of the sea, stirring up the waves and water vapor, it is hard to tell whether the mountains and rivers near and far are moving or still.

Being here is like entering a fairyland, and all kinds of mundane thoughts are swept away.Looking up, it actually gives people the illusion that the blue sky is only a few feet away and within reach.

Changqing is a cultivator, and his perception is far more profound than the other three. He stands on the top of the peak, standing in front of the wind, slowly adjusting his breath and breathing, his clothes fluttering with the wind, as if he is about to ascend to immortality in the next moment.

It stands to reason that the most taboo is to be blown by the wind when exhaling and breath-adjusting. If the six internal and external qi are disordered, it is easy to cause wind evil and typhoid fever, which may damage the meridians.

But at this moment, Changqing seems to have entered a mysterious realm, breaking through the internal and external barriers of the body, reaching heaven and earth, entering and exiting freely, and there are faint sounds of wind and thunder around Lianhua Peak.

"It's really rare for this fake Taoist priest to have such cultivation at such a young age." Afu leaned against the wall and folded his arms in a distant wooden and stone building, speaking in a mature tone.

Qin Wangshu kept a close eye on the sky around her. Although she couldn't see anything abnormal with the naked eye, the warrior's keen intuition still allowed her to feel the invisible oppression and power brewing and accumulating in the air, as if a mountain was gradually forming above her head.

"I heard that His Majesty once asked Jixian Academy to compile a book covering all dharmas, including the classification of the ranks of mundane magicians." Qin Wangshu said: "Although this book has not been compiled yet, the internal servants The province already has the right to read it, and refer to it, and try to compare it with the world's magicians. This Mr. Changqing has the magic power of screaming wind and thunder, has he reached the level of "running yin and yang"?"

Afu smiled contemptuously, shook her head, and said, "Different sects teach vastly different techniques, how can we generalize them? The emperor not only wanted to create a school, but also wanted to create a yuan. This is a bit wishful thinking.

"Not all cultivators are proficient in spells, and not all spell inheritance pursues the wind and rain, not to mention the differences between the three religions. Different is different. Ankati is so powerful, isn't he still being punched by Cheng three five three times die?"

Afu and Qin Wangshu talked in a low voice, but they didn't expect Changqing in the distance to use the world at this moment, and his eyes and ears were deep and wide. Even though the wind was howling on the top of the peak, he could still hear their conversation clearly and unimpeded.

Especially when he heard that Cheng three-five-three punched An Quti to death, it was far beyond Changqing's expectations.

When Cheng Sanwu said similar things back then, Changqing originally thought it was just bragging at the dinner table, but now that Afu, who witnessed Anguti's death, said it, the weight is very different.

With a thought, the mysterious state of air disregarding internal and external disintegration immediately, Changqing felt his body sink, no longer have the power to easily command the huge wind and thunder, and the invisible oppression of the sky around Lianhua Peak disappeared in an instant.

"Bull!" As soon as Changqing turned around, he saw Cheng Sanwu approaching. He looked around and asked, "Why don't you continue? From what you've seen just now, you're almost going to the sky!"

"That's just a phenomenon generated by borrowing the law from heaven and earth, just like the subjects of drawing a hard bow and lifting weights in martial arts. There are many wrestlers who can pass the exam." Changqing said with his hands behind his back: "But only with these abilities , must be high martial arts? Can you lead troops to fight? What's more, launching a large army is far more than just fighting and killing, and there are many other affairs, can these things be done by strength alone?"

"Oh, that is to say, your method is useless?" Cheng Sanwu asked.

"Can you not be either one or the other?" Changqing was most annoyed by his stupidity: "Like someone who is just learning martial arts, would you let him directly lead the sword to fight with others? At least he must first practice the kungfu routine, Train the muscles and bones so that the strength can be displayed smoothly, and only then can we talk about fighting."

Chang Qing looked complacent, but he saw Cheng Sanwu scratching his head and ears, as if he didn't take it seriously.

"You are also a martial artist, don't you even know these things?" Chang Qing asked coldly.

"If you're actually on the battlefield, where is the time for you to practice?" Cheng Sanwu retorted in a low voice.

"I heard it!" Changqing also lost his temper, insisting on arguing: "Do you really think I know nothing about military affairs? The battlefield, that is, pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered, can’t fight at all! Could it be possible to spend tens of millions of lives to gamble on those few geniuses who are born knowing the art of war?”

Cheng Sanwu stood with his hips akimbo, patting the soles of his feet on the ground, with a completely contemptuous attitude: "You are all talking on paper, but when you really go to the battlefield to fight, everything else is empty, it depends on your courage."

"Idiot and reckless!" Changqing cursed.

Cheng Sanwu was not angry, and pointed to the jade-handled pulley sword on Changqing's waist: "I see you practicing sword day and night these days, but it's not enough to just practice by yourself. How about I try your skills?"

Changqing originally wanted to refuse straight away, but he also understood that martial arts practice is all about sparring.The reason why advanced martial arts need to be taught by masters is not only because of the oral teaching of the skills, but also because the master can practice and dismantle moves with his apprentices, quickly master the moves and routines, and will not blindly speculate.If you have enough sparring to consolidate your moves, you won't be at a loss when it comes to actual combat.

And although I have been taught swordsmanship by a mysterious expert, how to turn the swordsmanship in the sea of ​​knowledge into sword moves in the hand and footwork with the feet still needs to be diligently cultivated to master the swordsmanship moves and become an instinct to confront the enemy. It is completely different from the fine use of magic to pursue the mind and consciousness.

"Come on!" Changqing knew that Cheng Sanwu was highly skilled in martial arts, and it would save a lot of trouble if he had this kind of person to practice with him.

Cheng Sanwu laughed, and then suddenly jumped down a steep slope, which surprised Changqing.But seeing him jumping onto a pine tree, breaking off a branch, kicking off the trunk and jumping back to the slope, and climbing up to the peak again with hands and feet, this series of actions can be described as shocking.

Seeing that Cheng Sanwu wiped off the excess twig with a stroke, leaving a straight branch, he made a gesture with the horizontal knife at his waist, and broke it into a length of three feet and nine inches.

"Are you planning to practice against me with a branch?" Changqing pulled out the potter's wheel sword at his waist, feeling that he was greatly underestimated.

"I don't know anything about Taoism, so naturally you are the best." Cheng Sanwu used a branch instead of a horizontal knife, pointed at Changqing and said, "In terms of martial arts, you are just a baby."

Changqing's Taoism is profound, but after all, he is at the age of a weak crown, so it is inevitable that he will have a youthful spirit, and he is especially easy to be enraged by Cheng Sanwu, who immediately shouted with a sword: "If you are hurt by me, don't get angry."

Cheng Sanwu grinned and said, "Then you can see."

Although the top of Lianhua Peak does not have a place to stand on, it is not a flat ring, and there are steep cliffs and steep slopes around it. If you stumble, you may fall to pieces. This is definitely not a good place for opponents to practice.

But seeing Cheng Sanwuyi's idle appearance, standing with his hands on his hips, not looking like he was fighting an enemy at all, Changqing was even more annoyed when he saw it, and immediately stood on tiptoe according to the sword technique in the sea of ​​knowledge, standing on tiptoe Xing jumped up, and the sword pointed towards the opponent's head and face.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Sanwu didn't even look at it, he took half a step, and the branch in his hand suddenly accelerated, hitting the center of gravity of the sword directly at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye, and immediately deflected Changqing's sword path, tilted to the side, and when he landed Because the ground was uneven, he staggered and almost sprained his foot.

"I haven't tied up the stakes yet, so what's the jump?" Cheng Sanwu's tone at the moment was like an elder who taught martial arts, and he waved the branches unceremoniously, hitting Changqing's legs and knees one after another.

Although the branch is not a sharp weapon, Changqing's muscles and bones are numb every time it is knocked down, and he almost can't stand up.

"You said it clearly and logically, but the result is that you don't understand it from the ground up?" Cheng Sanwu taught a lesson: "Flying and pounce, what you said is a surprise, and you don't know how to die if you play this trick in front of well-prepared experts .”

Changqing collected his thoughts, knowing that he was inexperienced against the enemy, and only cared about showing off his moves, so he took a few steps back with a stern face, set up his posture again, dropped his elbows and shoulders, and then stabbed straight with his sword.

Cheng Sanwu seemed to have expected it, his body turned slightly, and with a flick of his wrist, the branch stuck to the sword, and instead of hitting it, it swept down along the sword.

Changqing saw that the hand holding the sword was about to be swept by the branch, and wanted to pull back his strength to defend, but he couldn't catch up at all, and was easily swept by the branch on the wrist.

With a crisp snap, Changqing's wrist hurt, his five fingers stiffened, and the pulley sword fell from his hand to the ground.

"Look, it's all about deadly energy." Cheng Sanwu pointed at the branch, "The best thing about fighting swords is whether you have mastered the strength. If I have a real one in my hand, I can cut your wrist just now." break."

Changqing clutched his wrist that was still in pain, and didn't dare to refute. He obediently bent over to pick up the potter's wheel sword, and carefully recalled the flaws of the two attacks just now. .

"Come again!" Changqing let out a foul breath, his body was slightly heavy, and he put his sword in both hands.

Cheng Sanwu still tilted the branch as usual, but stepped back a few steps to widen the distance between the two.

Chang Qing frowned slightly, kicked his feet, and pushed hard with all his strength, and passed the sword forward along the potter's wheel, and attacked Cheng Sanwu.

In an instant, Cheng Sanwu retreated with his front feet, as if trying to avoid the sharp edge, Changqing's sword path suddenly changed, turned upwards, and attacked the empty door in front of him.

However, Cheng Sanwu's reaction was faster, and he easily dodged the attack by taking a step across. He flicked a branch and hit Changqing's calf, causing him to involuntarily pull away and almost split his legs on the spot.

"What's the rush?" Cheng Sanwu shook the branches, grinning and said, "You're taking too long a step, and it's easy to scratch your head."

Not to mention how Changqing showed shame, and Qin Wangshu, who was not far away watching the two practice, murmured: "The eight styles of frontier selection, this is the martial art of the frontier army?"

The second half of the sentence was obviously asking about Afu who was beside her. She nodded slightly: "In order to defend against the various tribes of Donghu, Youyan Bian Town once hired a famous family of martial arts from Hebei with a lot of money, and passed it on to the martial arts army. Get rid of the chaff and save the chaff.”

Both of them can see that the eight styles of front selection are specially set up for the battlefield army formation, the pursuit of simple moves, quick killing, and not relying on the variety of moves to win.

If you look at martial arts, this kind of saber technique is really not very good. It is impossible for soldiers to spend years polishing their moves in military training.Therefore, this sword method only retains the most basic combat method, and has its upper limit.But in the hands of Cheng Sanwu, it exerted a power beyond the original saber technique.

(End of this chapter)