Longevity starts from Yitian

Chapter 115 Jiangnan is good, preferably in red
"Since you have accepted the book, don't you show your Taoist rhymes of Xuan Dao, and repay you? Well, since I was a child, I have been studying all kinds of Taoist classics in the 'Listening to Chaoting' for many years, and I always feel that I am far away from your Taoist rhyme. The so-called 'Zhixuan' is not ready."

After Hong Xixiang carefully put away the "Lingyuan Daoge", which is "outside the gold and jade, but inside the ruins", Ji Qinglin clarified his reason for coming.

This time Beiliang King Xu Xiao asked him to go to Wudang to meet two people, one of them was this young but already very senior uncle of Wudang master.

"It's ugly."

The youngest patriarch in Wudang's millennium history grinned, with a "shame" on his face that is only touching on the face of a lovely girl.

Ji Qinglin's stomach twitched for a while, wishing he could step forward and beat the young Taoist priest up, not sparing his face or the bird.Fortunately, at the last moment, he remembered that he was the number one in the world in the future, so he gave up resentfully.

"Hurry up, you are still holding the pipa and half covering your face, do you want to sing? I came to Wudang to see your Dao Yun, not to listen to the music."

Under Ji Qinglin's urging, Hong Xixiang put away his "shame" and didn't dare to neglect any more. He was afraid that he would never bring him a new book again, so he immediately stepped forward, picked off a large handful of bamboo leaves, and casually walked in the mountain wind. After throwing it out, he immediately followed the leaves, swaying like a drunk, and after a while, he glued all the bamboo leaves in the wind back to his palm.

"Technical work deserves a reward." Ji Qinglin couldn't help clapping his hands in praise.

It is rumored that this person from Xuanwu Zhongxing, who shoulders the martial arts and the heavenly dao, cultivates the "Supreme Dao of Heaven", and there is a rhyme of Dao hidden in it with every move at will.

"What's the reward, can I have another copy? It's best to bring pictures."

As soon as the gesture was exhausted, the young Taoist immediately revealed his true colors.

Ji Qinglin rubbed his forehead helplessly, "The author is a donkey, so it's impossible to publish it so quickly. The next book will have to wait for at least several months."

Hong Xixiang lost interest immediately, and it seems that in the next few months, he will have to rely on the "Song of the Spiritual Origin" to survive.

Ji Qinglin suddenly came up to him, and said furtively, "However, recently I took a break and wrote "The Woman Heroine Huang Rong" by myself. Would you like to read it?"

In Wudang, the highly respected young teacher and uncle's eyes widened, "Master Ji's masterpiece is a masterpiece, and Xiaodao must read it carefully."

A few years ago, the author of the banned book had a serious illness and hadn’t published a new work for nearly a year. The Wudang master’s uncle was so anxious that he often sent letters to the brothers of the Xu family, expressing his depression. In desperation, Ji Qinglin had no choice but to I personally wrote the book "The Woman Hero Ning Zhongze" and asked Xu Fengnian to bring it to him. This solved the urgent need of this Wudang master uncle and made him feel relieved.

The servant Lao Huang at the side heard the conversation between his young master and Hong Xixiang, and couldn't help but feel "autumn heart", perhaps the sword is not old yet.

Ji Qinglin noticed Lao Huang's shy gaze and was slightly startled, "Old Huang, do you want it too?"

Lao Huang seemed to be more shy, he turned his head slightly, and nodded again.

Ji Qinglin took a look at Lao Huang's small body, which was a full six years old, and shook his head again and again, "No, Lao Huang, I feel flustered just looking at your small body, but don't read books one day, and your blood will surge up, and you will be overwhelmed." This washed the old bones away."

When Lao Huang heard it, his eyes were full of resentment, like a pretty little daughter-in-law who was bullied by her husband's family.

Satisfied with accepting Ji Qinglin's new work "The Woman Heroine Huang Rong", Hong Xixiang picked up a mahogany seven-star sword, walked up to the waterfall with nondescript gestures, raised his arm and swiped the sword lightly.

A downward sloping mysterious half-arc, like the horns of an antelope, cut off the waterfall that "flying down three thousand feet, suspected to be like the Milky Way falling nine days".

Ji Qinglin silently memorized the punches and swords practiced by this young master and uncle of Wudang today, and immediately copied them like a beginner in calligraphy, carefully pondering the hidden Taoist rhyme. Although the appearance is easy, the spirit is extremely difficult.

Ask Hong Xixiang what is the key point, this uncle of Wudang master who has only read Taoist classics and has a natural martial arts will always only say that one sentence.

"Tao follows nature."

This young master-uncle of Wudang Mountain never deliberately practiced Taoism. He just rode upside down on a green bull, read books, and when he was tired from reading, he helped his brothers make alchemy and fed yellow cranes... This is his way.

I don't seek the Tao, the Tao will come naturally.

Ji Qinglin sighed deeply, there is still a long way to go for this Taoist legendary Zhixuan realm.

"It seems that I have to ponder over your punches and swords in the future, so that I can comprehend the Dao rhyme. Let's go, go see your master brother."

When Ji Qing came here to Wudang, the second person he wanted to meet was the current generation of Wudang head teacher—Wang Chonglou.

Although Wang Chonglou is not listed among the top ten masters in the world, it is rumored that he cut off the surging Canglang River with a guide from an immortal in the past, and even cultivated the most obscure and time-consuming Dahuangting Pass in Taoism. Wudang Mountain has added a long style of silence that is better than sound.

Before leaving, Ji Qinglin looked at the young Taoist priest in front of him who made Xu Zhihu regret leaving Beiliang and marrying the Lu family in Jiangnan, and asked, "Do you really have to wait until you are number one in the world before you go down the mountain to meet her?"

Hong Xixiang smiled blushingly, stretched out his hand and scratched the back of his head, thought for a long time, and finally nodded slowly.

In front of my eyes, I couldn't help but recall the scene when I first met her.

That year, it was snowing heavily in Wudang, and she wore a red dress in the snow, which was very eye-catching. Her words "Little Taoist, how old are you" caused ripples in the little Taoist's heart. When the little Taoist counted on his fingers, she had already left , the young master-uncle of Wudang Mountain lost and said: "14 years old."

Ji Qinglin sighed softly, "Then do it as soon as possible, don't wait until you are old and your hair is gray."

Flooding seems to nod heavily.

The second time they met was when she was about to marry the Lu family in Jiangnan.

Beside the small lotus pond, she asked the young Taoist priest: "Hey, little Taoist priest, how boring this mountain is, why don't you marry me? How interesting." As a result, he just blushed and couldn't say a word.

Ji Qinglin and Lao Huang walked out of the Little Lotus Peak, stopped slightly when they passed by Hong Xixiang, and said with a smile: "Over the years, you have seen Yan Ruyu in so many books, now looking at Eldest Sister, what do you think of her?"

At the age of five, he was taken up the mountain by the previous generation of Wudang's head teacher, and he never went down the mountain again. He only rode upside down on a green bull in Wudang to read and "retreat" to the young master uncle. He said softly: "It's the best."

Not great, not great, but best.

Jiangnan is good, it is best to be in red.

Hong Xixiang waited for Ji Qinglin and Lao Huang to go far away, squatting on the ground in an indecent posture, resting his cheeks with his hands, looking in a certain direction, dazed, and muttering to himself.

"Red beans are born in the southern country, spring comes and branches are withered in winter, lovesickness is not as good as two-way memory, and remembrance is not as good as two-way forgetting."

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