The master who came out of the real world

Chapter 107
Chen Xiong has two wild fruits in his hand.

One is a wild persimmon, and the other is also a wild persimmon.

These monkey brothers are not weak in combat, but most of the things they dropped were persimmons, dates, and a few small fruits like green apples. Chen Xiong couldn't recognize them, but he reckoned they should be edible. , also received in the package.

It's just that the appearance is pretty bad.

In fact, there were still some fruits on the tree, but before Chen Xiong could pick them, the old Taoist had already packed his cloth bag, picked up the catch on the ground, and strode away, he could only pick some acceptable ones and followed them.

While walking, Chen Xiong recalled the actions of the old Taoist thorn monkey just now.

He should be able to leap among the tree trunks, even better than the old man.

But if he can jump on a tree and stab a monkey, he shouldn't be able to.

Without him, without practice.

But if this old man came to stab him, would he be able to escape?
Chen Xiong thought about it for a while, and felt that there was a high probability that he couldn't hide, but if it was a bamboo pole, as long as it didn't pierce his eyes, it shouldn't be able to break his defense.

"A layman practices boxing?"

Suddenly, a hoarse and indifferent voice from the old man came from in front of him. After two breaths, Chen Xiong realized that he was asking himself, and replied: "Well, I usually practice Tai Chi."

"Have you ever practiced a weapon?"

The old man asked as he walked without looking back.

"No."

Hearing Chen Xiong's answer, it was a pity that there was something rare in the old-fashioned tone: "The essence of boxing lies in fighting with weapons. If you don't practice weapons, the three tastes will always be almost meaningless."

Chen Xiong's heart skipped a beat, and he was about to ask a few questions, but the old Taoist stopped him and didn't say a word.

Chen Xiong followed for another half an hour, took out his mobile phone and looked at it, the signal was already very bad, and it was more than ten kilometers away from the scenic spot, but the old man didn't mean to stop.

The old Taoist didn't stop until he turned over a mountain.

This should be the ruins of an ancient small Taoist temple, but it is so dilapidated that the building has completely collapsed, leaving only half of the foundation.

There are several caves nearby, and they all seem to be populated, but no one came out.

The old Taoist knocked on the entrance of a cave, and after a while, the wooden board at the entrance of the cave was opened, and an old man came out, not wearing Taoist robes, dressed like a layman, and looked very old.

"Is there anything else to eat?"

The old Taoist asked straightforwardly, and the old man shook his head: "Not many more."

The old man took out the cloth bag, divided about 1/3 of the wild fruit, and raised the catch again: "Do you eat fish?"

The old man's throat visibly moved, but he still shook his head: "I want to keep the precepts."

After speaking, the old man saw Chen Xiong behind the old Taoist, and said enviously, "Your junior came to see you?"

The old Taoist didn't say anything, turned around and left, and the old man yelled from behind: "When my family brings something over next month, I'll treat you to dinner!"

Chen Xiong: .
It feels weird here.

The old Taoist walked another hundred meters. The cave was quite big, and there were still some traces of artificial carving. There seemed to be some words on the cave, but it was no longer clear.

The old Taoist priest was about to open the door, but the door opened by itself, and a tall Taoist priest with a yellow face and long beard walked out, wearing a black robe, white underpants, a round Taoist cap on his head, and a sharp-edged jaw.

50. The appearance of [-] years old is younger than the old Taoist priest.

"Brother Zhang Dao, please forgive me for coming here uninvited."

The Taoist made a salute, but the expression on his face didn't change much.

Chen Xiong originally thought that this Taoist priest was an acquaintance of this old Taoist priest, ahem, Taoist Zhang.

Zhang Laodao didn't raise his eyelids, and walked in the door carrying his own things.

Then the wooden door was closed with a bang, and Chen Xiong was also locked out and ate ashes with the Taoist.

Chen Xiong: "." This has been followed all the way, and I can't go in for a drink.

Chen Xiong glanced at the Taoist priest next to him, and then at the simple wooden door, thinking whether he should try to knock on the door.

"What is the name of this layman? I don't know what is the relationship with Zhang Daoyou?"

The Taoist stood aside with his hands behind his back, and there was no sign of embarrassment. Instead, he asked Chen Xiong curiously.

"Chen Xiong, I came to Taihe Mountain to play. I met Zhang Daochang on the road and came with me."

Chen Xiong asked back: "I don't know what to call him."

The Taoist looked at Chen Xiong, pondered for a while, and then answered: "The poor Taoist surname is Zhong, and his name is Yunlong."

"Master Zhong."

Chen Xiong called him politely, and suddenly felt that the name seemed familiar. After thinking for a while, he asked tentatively: "Master Qingwei?"

"Ah."

Daoist Zhong replied lightly, but didn't say much.

Hey, Chen Xiong didn't expect that the head of the Sanfeng faction he had been looking for for two days would meet here.

"Daozhang Zhong, I got this Tai Chi booklet that was annotated by a senior of the Longmen School by chance at the foot of the mountain. I have practiced Tai Chi a few times, and I want to seek advice from a famous teacher."

Chen Xiong was very polite: "I didn't meet the Taoist priest in Zixiao Palace yesterday, but I met him today, so I don't know if I can give you some pointers."

After a pause, he added: "Incense money and tuition fees are negotiable."

Daoist Zhong glanced at Chen Xiong, and said with a faint smile: "If you want to learn Taijiquan, you can just go to the kung fu gym and martial arts gym in Qianshan. Some of them are opened by poor disciples, and they still have some real skills."

"Well, Taoist Master's disciples must have real abilities."

Chen Xiong said with a smile: "However, they are relatively busy, and there are mostly coaches teaching them, which is a bit boring. I want to learn from real kung fu masters."

"Ah."

Daoist Zhong smiled, but didn't answer, turned his head to look at the hole behind him, and said, "Brother Zhang Dao, Pindao will come to visit next time."

After that, he turned around and left, walking like flying, even walking in the mountains and forests without any pause, and soon his figure disappeared, a bit faster than the old Taoist Zhang.

With just one hand, it can be seen that Daochang Zhong is indeed a capable person. No wonder he can make the name of Mount Taihe famous by himself.

Chen Xiong rubbed his chin, the local Daoists are quite individual.

Just a little rude.

But now the question is what should he do.

It was too late to go back, and it was difficult for him to find his way in the woods when it got dark. He thought he could just spend the night somewhere, but it seemed that he was going to sleep in the open.

"Hey~ I'm sloppy."

Just as Chen Xiong sighed, the wooden door behind him opened suddenly, and Taoist Zhang came out carrying two wooden buckets, depending on the situation, to fetch water for cooking.

However, it doesn't look like there is a water source nearby, Chen Xiong followed him two steps, and asked curiously: "Master Daoist, are you familiar with that Daoist Master Zhong?"

Zhang Laodao walked a few steps towards the ruins of the Taoist temple, and then replied coldly: "Don't ask yourself, you don't think you are familiar with it."

"Forehead"

Chen Xiong didn't answer the words. Hearing the tone, he didn't seem very familiar.

The old Taoist walked to the Taoist temple ruins and walked around. There was a well in a corner. It looked very old. Chen Xiong suddenly realized that when the ancient Taoist temple was built, it must be close to the water source or to dig a well. This group of people lived nearby. I'm afraid it's because of this well.

"Master, let me come."

Chen Xiong took the two wooden barrels and volunteered to help fetch water, and while fetching, he put on his hands.

When the two buckets of water were filled, Chen Xiong took the opportunity to carry the water and walked back. At the same time, he looked at the surrounding environment and subconsciously asked, "Master Taoist, is this a certain scenic spot in Taihe Mountain? Do you have the address and name?"

"A dilapidated Taoist temple, an unnamed mountain top, what kind of scenic spot can it be."

The old Taoist had no expression on his face. He walked in front and turned his head to look around: "If there is a name, it should be called Qijiu Mountain."

(End of this chapter)