I, Jiajing, Emperor Longevity

Chapter 124 Who Can Reject Little Uncle Huang
"Second senior brother, why are you so angry?"

Song Zhiming, who has lived for two years and is more than 120 years old, so his seniority is extremely low, has been out of Molaoguan seven or eight times, so many times, he is not the first in the world, but also the second in the world.At the same time, he is responsible for refining and casting Waidan, and there are nearly a hundred elixirs in Wudang, most of which come from him.

Wang Chonglou was also puzzled, he could see that the Second Junior Brother was really angry this time:

"What's the matter? What did that person do? Didn't he ride a cow with the younger brother all the time? Don't tell me, the younger brother was bewitched by him and is about to go down the mountain!"

"Humph!"

Chen Yao snorted angrily, and smashed the manuscript in his hand on the table: "Look, this is the script compiled by the younger brother, tens of thousands of words, I... I... Sigh! Read it for yourself! It's insulting, Disgraceful!"

Wang Chonglou picked up the manuscript steadily, but it was just a script, what could he write?
Is it to write history, using the past to satirize the present; or to explain the art of war and instigate rebellion; or to write stories of gods and monsters to lead people to superstition?

After opening it, it was indeed the handwriting of the younger brother.

"hiss!"

Headmaster Wang only read a few pages, and was a little stunned.

Whether the story is good or not is another story, but the writing skills in it are really high!
The insight into the sophistication of the world is simply deep and deep.

Almost every paragraph of text here reveals the author's cunning and wisdom.

The more I read it, the more I realized that this book is simply amazing.

It's just that there are some vulgar descriptions, but it's just a layer of skin.

Such a good book should be bought home and read carefully, over and over again.

Like old wine, like good tea, it needs to be savored slowly.

When the float is a big white!
"Brother?"

"Senior brother in charge?"

"Cough cough..."

Wang Chonglou blushed, and reluctantly put down the unfinished part.

"Second Junior Brother, did that person really write it?"

"Who else is it if it's not him! The younger brother admitted it, and he also contributed a lot to polish it up... These obscene words are written outside the mountain, so this kind of book should be banned... He actually Dare...how dare..."

"hiss……"

Song Zhiming, who was more than 100 years old, also gasped, thinking that he had practiced Taoism for a hundred years, and he read all the classics of Taoism all day long. Daozang had read it many times, and he had never seen such things that ruined practice.

"Hey! What are the three senior brothers looking at?"

The fourth junior brother Yu Xingrui is only in his forties, his internal strength is strong but second only to Wang Chonglou.

"Jin Ping Mei? Written by my junior brother? Wow... that's amazing, could it be... my junior brother broke through the mystery of the womb and survived the miasma of knowing and seeing? To be able to write such words..."

"I read……"

The sword idiot Wang Xiaoping, who is even more dumb than a dumb, has nothing to worry about in his life, except for the sword.

Now I also come together, savoring the words with relish.

"Jin Ping Mei", which underwent a major reform in Jiajing and was polished by Hong Xixiang, was watched in turn by several brothers in Wudang Mountain.

"Here... there is... a sword..."

Wang Xiaoping turned a page, and it was a fight scene.

Jiajing's martial arts attainments are so high, and the descriptions that come at hand are also straight to the way of swordsmanship.

Several people took a closer look, and after Wang Xiaoping's deduction, it turned out to be an exquisite sword technique.

"hiss!"

Wang Chonglou sucked in a breath, just now he only read the words, it was amazing, now Wang Xiaoping read out the way of the sword.

This……

Just like Lu Xun’s Pinhonglou, he said: Confucian scholars see "Yi", Taoists see obscenity, wits see lingering, revolutionaries see rowing, gossipers see palace secrets.

In Jiajing's "In the Snow" version of "Jin Ping Mei", the matter of men and women is only superficial, and in his bones is his cultural accumulation over the years, the sublimation of martial arts and immortality.

"Then this paragraph...couldn't be the real body cultivation method!"

"This……"

Chen Yao was also a little dumbfounded for a while. He had practiced Taoism all his life, but he was only fascinated by appearances before, and because he was too fond of his younger brother, he was so angry that he only saw obscenity, but not immortal bones.

Calm down now, and see a lot of extraordinary things.

"The Tao can be said, very Tao, the name can be famous, very famous!"

"The way of heaven is to damage more than to make up for what is not enough. Therefore, the emptiness is better than the real, and the insufficiency is more than enough. Its meaning is broad, its reason is profound, and its interest is deep. Zhaozhang, the relics are the same without plotting..."

"Miaomiaomiao..."

Wang Chonglou stroked his long beard and said, "This is a heavenly book!"

"Little brother's understanding of the way of heaven is unmatched by anyone, so let him go!"

"It's true...it's not something we can interfere with my junior brother's cultivation of the way of heaven. Looking at this book, that person's martial arts attainments are really unfathomable, but...the imperial court..."

"The imperial court is the imperial court, and the rivers and lakes are the rivers and lakes. Wudang does not seek any kindness in feathers, but only cultivates hard in the mountains, with a clear conscience."

"So, very good."

Unknowingly, Jiajing stayed on Wudang Mountain for more than three months.

From early autumn to late winter.

The glazed world of Wudang Mountain is like a fairyland.

Snow covered the peacock blue glazed tiles on the roof of Taixu Palace, and the rusty ancient sword hanging from the eaves trembled slightly.

With the sound of dragon chant, it went straight to the ninth heaven.

Surprised, several old Taoist priests in Wudang Mountain gathered under the eaves of Dageng Corner of Taixu Palace, looking at the patriarch's sword slightly pointing at the sky.

"Why does the patriarch's sword scream?"

"It's him……"

This scene made several old Taoists look at each other in blank dismay.

On the Little Lotus Peak, Jiajing has been sitting cross-legged for ten days.

In the past few months, he has read Wudang Mountain's "Yin Yang Shen Tong Qi" with the help of Hong Xixiang, and also read the practice formulas of Da Huang Ting.

Rhubarb Ting Guan, in short, is to form a great alchemy in the hut, and the tortoise draws the air to the spiritual root. , Accumulate energy and think it is true."

Only those who have cultivated the Great Yellow Court can be regarded as real people. Nowadays, when people in the world like to see any Taoist priests, they will call them real people, which is different.

"It turns out that this is the Celestial Phenomena Realm..."

A bright yellow cloud of celebration suddenly burst out of Jiajing's head.

Wudang 81 peak is facing the big top, the mountain is extremely beautiful, but there is a strange phenomenon on the little lotus peak.

Immediately, the eyes of several old Taoist priests who were looking at the patriarch's sword and screaming were attracted.

Then, a small figure riding a bull ran to the stele of the turtle and camel on the edge of the steep cliff of Xiaolianhua Peak, jumped up, stood on the top of the stele, pinched his fingers, dazzled.

Although Hong Xixiang can't remember his own age, he has profound attainments in numerology. He is familiar with the four classics of the Book of Changes and masters them well. Xing's 500-year-old masters all lamented that they were not as good as they were. Zeng said that Qing came out of blue and was better than blue too much.

The more Hong Xixiang calculated, the more sweat oozed from his forehead, and finally, he fell down and sat under the stele.

A group of brothers has also arrived.

Lift up the flood elephant and go straight to the Little Lotus Peak...

(End of this chapter)