Zongwu: Our Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 140
Early winter.

The weather is cold, and you can see the fog with your breath. The pedestrians in the small town at the foot of Wudang Mountain all put on thick winter clothes and gloves to keep out the cold.

"Dongzao, the sweet and delicious Dongzao is cheap!"

"Selling cooking cakes, Dalang cooking cakes, delicious and hungry, one penny..."

"Come and have a look, take a look, wonton, wonton, freshly baked wonton!"

……

The sound of hawking is endless, pedestrians come and go in an endless stream, and the street is very lively.

"I didn't expect that there would be such a lively scene at the foot of Wudang Mountain..."

Wuxin rolled up her sleeves, put her hands on her hips, and stood at the gate of the town and sighed.

"Put away your worthless appearance, and don't embarrass Buddhism."

"Mr. Long's words are different. Where is the little monk worthless? How can he be ashamed?"

Long Peng ignored him, looked back and said, "Jinfeng, take the brothers to find an inn to stay."

"My dear guest, are you really not going to take me up the mountain?"

"If Zhang Zhenren wants to attack me, no matter how many people come, it will be useless, so you don't need to say more."

"Subordinates... follow orders."

Jinfeng lowered her head and responded respectfully.

"Okay, let's get busy."

Long Peng waved his hand, and looked sideways at the plain-clothed girl beside him, "Lingsu, wait for me at the inn, if there is something wrong on the mountain, you can let Yan Shisan..."

Before he finished speaking, Cheng Lingsu took his hand and said firmly, "I'll go with you, don't leave me behind."

"This……"

Long Peng's eyes moved slightly, and he smiled slightly, "Okay, let's go together."

"Hey, hey, hey...it's almost done, the little monk has goose bumps all over his body."

Wuxin giggled and rubbed his arms exaggeratedly, looking like he deserved a beating.

"roll."

Long Peng uttered a word, glanced at Di Yun's brothers and sisters, and Qi Fang was so frightened that his back was covered with cold sweat, he shrank his neck like an ostrich, and hid behind Di Yun.

The bloody scene that day was still vivid in my memory, now when Qi Fang saw Long Peng, she was terrified.

"Di Yun, martial arts are easy to practice, and Long's subordinates don't accept trash."

"I…"

Di Yun opened his mouth and said slowly, "This subordinate knows."

"gone."

Long Peng nodded slightly, and walked towards the majestic green mountain in big strides with Wuxin and Cheng Lingsu.

It's already winter, and there are only a few types of evergreen trees on Wudang Mountain, which are full of dead leaves. At first glance, they are bare and somewhat bleak.

The three of them walked along the steep mountain path for about an hour, and finally reached the top of the mountain, where a Taoist priest walked towards them.

A monk in white, a young man with a mask, and a petite girl.

Seeing this strange combination, the Taoist priest felt strange, and asked, "You three, what are you talking about coming to Wudang?"

Wuxin smiled slightly, and took a step forward, "Young monk Wuxin, from Hanshui Temple, came here to see Master Zhang, please go and report to the Taoist priest."

"This……"

The Taoist looked embarrassed, "This Wuxin master, the master and his old man have never seen outsiders, you should go back."

Wuxin didn't change his face, still smiling, "Master Zhang might as well try it first, Master Zhang may not want to see the little monk."

"But……"

"Qingfeng, what's wrong?"

A voice of inquiry came from the Tai Chi platform inside.

A burly and majestic Taoist priest, about thirty years old, with a thick beard, came over.

Seeing the person coming, the little Taoist priest Qingfeng hurriedly went up to meet him,
"Little Martial Uncle, they came to look for Grandmaster."

"Oh……"

Mo Shenggu was a little surprised, glanced at the three of them, frowned slightly, and cupped his hands, "I'm in Mo Shenggu, and I didn't ask the three high names, what's the point of coming to my Wudang?"

"Little Monk Wuxin, from Hanshui Temple, this is Miss Ling, a closed disciple of the 'Poison Hand Medicine King' of the Medicine King Sect, as for this one..."

Wu Xin drew a long tone, rolled her eyeballs, and had a malicious smile on the corner of her lips.

"I will do it myself."

Long Peng didn't want to ask for trouble, so he took a step forward and said calmly, "I'm Xialindong, from the Lin family in Fujian."

Mo Shenggu nodded repeatedly, his eyes lit up when he heard that Cheng Lingsu was a disciple of the Yaowangmen.

Ever since Yu Daiyan, the Sixth Hero of Wudang, became paralyzed, it's not that the Wudang faction didn't invite famous doctors from all walks of life.

It's just that they either didn't come, or they couldn't be cured. As for the Yaowangmen, they didn't even see each other.

Now that I can see it, I can't help but be overjoyed.

"Well, the three of you come in first, and I'll go tell my teacher to see if he is willing to see you."

"Thank you very much then."

"It should be, it should be."

Mo Shenggu laughed out loud twice, glanced at Long Peng, and asked, "By the way, why is this Lin Shaoxia wearing a mask?"

"I'm ugly, I'm afraid of scaring people, so I cover my face, I hope Mo Qixia will forgive me."

Long Peng said calmly.

"Is that so..."

Mo Shenggu lowered his head in apology, "I'm sorry, it was Mo who made a slip of the tongue."

"It's okay, let's go in."

"It's natural."

Mo Shenggu smiled, stretched out a hand, nodded and said, "Three, please."

……

Wuxin had a strange expression, and almost couldn't help laughing. He looked sideways at Cheng Lingsu, and used the technique of sound transmission.

"Ugly, he can say such things, and he is not afraid of being beaten by others."

Seeing his lips opened and closed, but there was no sound, Cheng Lingsu was surprised. Before he could ask, Long Peng casually glanced at Wuxin, and said calmly, "Concentrate on walking, don't just chat."

"I don't want people to say anything, the little monk's life is hard..."

"To shut up."

……

"Well, Miss Lin, I don't know how your medical skills compare with Senior Medicine King's."

Mo Shenggu asked suddenly.

Cheng Lingsu came back to his senses and said calmly, "Master, the old man's medical skills are unfathomable. He has the ability to cut open the abdomen and connect bones and limbs. Little girls dare not compare with him."

"This...Miss Lin, you misunderstood."

Mo Shenggu stopped walking, and said in a deep voice, "Everyone in the world knows that my third brother was killed by a traitor and his limbs were severed. Mo wanted to ask if there is a way to heal him."

"Limbs are severed..." Cheng Lingsu frowned, "How long has it been?"

Mo Shenggu felt a little excited when he heard the words, "It's been more than ten years, Miss Lin, is there a way to heal it, or is there a way to invite Senior Medicine King to come out of the mountain?"

"The teacher has passed away."

Mo Shenggu froze for a moment, then sighed in his heart, "Miss Lin, I'm sorry, Mo Mou definitely didn't mean to bring up your sad past."

"It's okay, you didn't do it on purpose. As for Yu Sanxia's injury...it's been more than ten years..."

Cheng Lingsu's brows became more and more wrinkled, and they knit together, "Well, take me to meet people later."

"It's just that the little girl wants to say something in advance. It's been more than ten years, and the muscles and bones have grown together. I'm not sure that it can be cured."

"Thank you, Miss Lin."

Mo Shenggu's heart was agitated, and his expression was filled with excitement, "Miss Lin, it's good that you are willing to give it a try, after all, there is hope."

"You don't need to say thank you, this is just a doctor's duty."

"Good good..."

Mo Shenggu brought the three of them to the living room, and then said, "The three of you are waiting here for a while, and Mo Mou will go to pass on it."

"Mingyue, serve tea."

Mo Shenggu wrapped up his sleeve robe, stepped back out of the living room, and ran towards the back hill without stopping, the wind could be faintly heard as he walked.

"Look, Miss Ling's name is still useful. As soon as I say it, people will start to work immediately."

Wuxin leaned back on the chair with no demeanor, and said with a smile, "Lin Shaoxia, if your name is reported, I'm afraid the entire Wudang masters will be alarmed, right?"

"Lin Shaoxia? Lin Shaoxia?"

Wuxin yelled twice, seeing that Long Peng didn't hate him, he felt puzzled in his heart, looked sideways, saw his eyes closed, rubbed the center of his brows, and asked in a deep voice, "Mr. Long, what's wrong with you?"

Cheng Lingsu got up and left the chair, and walked to Long Peng's side in two steps, his eyes full of worry, "What's wrong with you? Let me show you."

"fine……"

Long Peng waved his hands, shook his head vigorously, took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket and put it on the table. "I just feel hot between my brows and a little dizzy, but it's much better now."

"Are you serious?"

"Really, why did I lie to you?"

Long Peng showed a smile and handed the medicine pot to her, "By the way, Lingsu, take this medicine. If you don't have the confidence to cure that Yu Daiyan, just see if this medicine is useful?"

"Medicine? What medicine?"

"This is 'Black Jade Intermittent Ointment'. If a person's limbs and joints are severely injured and disabled, the injury will heal after applying this ointment.

If the disability has lasted for a long time and the bone injury has healed, the broken bone needs to be broken again first. After applying this ointment, the bone can also be restored to normal, and normal walking and other abilities can be restored. "

"It's just that this medicine was imitated by Miracle Doctor Xue and his master. I'm not sure whether it can cure Yu Daiyan's old wounds, but the medicine is definitely effective. You might as well give it a try."

It was from Zhao Min before.

Long Peng didn't get the prescription of "Black Jade Intermittent Ointment", as for the pot in his hand, it was developed by Xue Muhua's master and apprentice when he was discussing martial arts with Wu Yazi in the Deaf and Mute Valley of Leigu Mountain.

"I heard my master talk about this medicine. It seems to be the secret medicine of the Vajra Sect in the Western Regions. If it is true, it will definitely cure Sanxia Yu."

"So, it's best."

Long Peng smiled slightly, thinking in his heart, "In this way, you can also be considered a Wudang favor..."

soon.

I saw a middle-aged Taoist priest with a calm and peaceful expression on his face, slightly gray hair on his temples, a fat body, and a little fat, walked into the hall. He looked around, cupped his hands and smiled, "At Xia Song Yuanqiao, my master has already agreed. It's two, please follow me for a while."

The two of Long Peng looked at each other, they both saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

"Why is Song Daxia here? Where is Mo Qixia?"

Song Yuanqiao explained, "Seventh Junior Brother went to Third Junior Brother, and will come to see Miss Lin soon."

"So that's the case, then ask Daxia Song to lead the way."

"Sure, you two come with Song."

Long Peng nodded slightly, and looked sideways at the concerned girl beside him, "Wait for me to come back."

"it is good."

……

Song Yuanqiao led the way, and Long Peng followed, attracting countless curious eyes along the way.

"Who are these two? Uncle Song is leading the way himself. Is that monk in white from Shaolin?"

"Look at the back mountain. Didn't they go to look for the master?"

"How is it possible? Although they are far away, it can still be seen that these two people are not very old. The ancestor is about a hundred years old. How could he know such a young man?"

……

"What are you talking about? Don't hurry up and practice!"

Wudang Second Hero Yu Lianzhou snorted coldly, put his hands behind his back, and stared at the Taoists on the Tai Chi stage. They were so scared that he quickly shut his mouth and practiced honestly, not daring to slack off.

Yu Lianzhou has the highest martial arts skills among the Seven Heroes of Wudang. He has entered the Xiantian realm a few years ago. He is calm and steady. In awe of him.

"Fu Ya, go and ask Seventh Junior Brother, who are the few people he brought in just now?"

Looking at the backs of Long Peng and the others, Yu Lianzhou frowned slightly, as if thinking of something, and then summoned one of her disciples to give instructions.

……

Back mountain, pure balcony.

A round of red sun slowly rises from the sea of ​​clouds, mountains and mist, and the rays of the sun are like fire, reflecting everything crimson.

I saw an old Taoist in a white Taoist robe, with white beard and hair, doing boxing slowly, feeling at ease.

A watermelon is round and round, cut it in half with a knife, you get half, he half, if you don’t want it, he won’t accept it if you give it to him...

-Tai Chi.

"Master, I have brought you here, do you have any orders?"

"call……"

Zhang Sanfeng let out a breath of white air, slowly recuperated, and said with a smile, "Yuanqiao is lucky, there is nothing to do here as a teacher, you can go down first."

"The disciple retire."

Song Yuanqiao bowed and bowed his hands before leaving the mountain.

"Junior, Long Peng (Wuxin) has met Daoist Zhang."

Zhang Sanfeng smiled and looked at Long Peng, "Little guy, why are you using your real name now? Are you afraid that the old man will catch you?"

Long Peng looked as usual, and said with a faint smile, "If Master Zhang really wants to, this junior will have no choice but to capture him without a fight."

"You brat has a good eloquence..."

Zhang Sanfeng cursed with a smile, walked to Wuxin's side, looked into Wuxin's eyes for a long time, and said slowly, "Wangyou, you have taken in a good apprentice..."

Hearing his tone, Wuxin was slightly taken aback, "Master Zhang, are you familiar with my teacher?"

Zhang Sanfeng smiled, flicked his sleeves, sat on the ground casually, and patted the cold ground.

"There are no chairs here, just sit like this and feel the nature."

The two looked at each other, and sat down in front of Zhang Sanfeng very obediently.

Zhang Sanfeng smiled and sat cross-legged, "Small bald head, your master was not an easy-going lamp when he was young, and his mouth was even sharper than that kid's. He was able to distinguish Buddha with hundreds of eminent monks at the same time in the Dafanyin Temple, without any failure. He can be called a contemporary Buddha. My son, I am in the limelight for a while, but it is amazing, it is a pity to meet the old Taoist me."

The corner of Wuxin's mouth twitched, and he had some doubts about the image of this real Zhang in the world.

"My teacher said that I have never met the real person."

"That's him fooling you."

Zhang Sanfeng smiled, seeing Wuxin's expression, "Why, don't you believe it?"

"I do not believe!"

Master Wangyou, in Wuxin's heart, is the most revered person, and he can't listen to others saying a word that is not good.

Even if that person is a celestial being.

"Don't believe me? That's fine."

Zhang Sanfeng said indifferently, his chest was heaving and heaving.

"Mitutoyo, you are already old, why are you teasing the younger generation here?"

(End of this chapter)