Taiping Order

Chapter 75 Wang Tu is in a joke

Aunt, you don’t know martial arts?

Li Guanyi wanted to refute it very much.

But now he knows more about practice and says, "Auntie, is it you who are not a vulgar martial artist?"

"Is there another way to practice?"

Murong Qiushui blinked, rubbed his palms on the boy's head, and said, "Don't interrupt, Li Nuer, sit up obediently."

"You are gradually growing, and you look like your father in this way."

"But overall, your mother looks much better than your father."

Li Guanyi rarely heard Murong Qiushui mention his parents and said, "That's how I say, is my father not good-looking at all?"

Murong Qiushui frowned and smiled and said, "It's not that bad. The man looks heroic. If you don't mention these, you are like your parents, but when my father was fighting in all directions, he wore a mask. Ninety-nine percent of the capital city was No one can recognize you, but all those who recognize you want you to disappear.”

Li Guan thought about this question and said, "Why disguise?"

Murong Qiushui said, "But there are many ways to recognize people in this world. Even if they are burned to ashes, they can recognize whether they are the deity or not."

"Maybe it is because of the chaotic times, there are too many fighting between people and kings."

"The technique of identifying whether it is a real body is faster than the previous period of peace."

"Some people call this "Hoi Qi", and some call it "Fate", in fact, it is related to [God]. Different people's breath may change and cover up, and their bodies can shrink their bones and disguise themselves, but [God] is difficult to change. , in many legends, the soul is called gods."

A ripple flashed in Li Guan's eyes and said, "Is it really not going to change?"

He thought of himself.

Murong Qiushui smiled and said, "Of course, when I first met you, you were still a wrinkled little guy, not cute at all. Your **** was curled up, like a flower bud, and we were chased back then. Kill, it may be that it stimulates you, and your **** will stretch out."

"And then I became sensible."

She whispered: "The book says that these disasters can temper people, it is true."

Murong Qiushui didn't continue to say it, but sometimes she felt that she would rather be stupid, willful, and live a hundred years of peace than go through this ten years of escape, but in this case, she would never be with her. said in front of the rinuer.

She is always lazy and bright in front of Li Nuer, and she will never feel any sadness.

When Li Guan heard the smell, he deliberately said:

"Where is such a rare method?"

The young man sighed, "There is nothing I can do, what should I do?"

Then when she saw her aunt's eyebrows raise, Murong Qiushui smiled at the corner of her mouth and said:

"So, my aunt happened to know a way to cover up the gods."

The young man responded exaggeratedly: "Is this exactly the case?"

Murong Qiushui was amused and smiled so hard that she leaned back and forth. She stretched out her hand and pinched the boy's cheek left and right, and then rubbed and complained, "Okay, I know you are smart, don't give me the same expression as a performer."

"It's just a little trick, actually."

"God can't hide it, but it can be disguised."

Li Guan looked at Murong Qiushui and asked in confusion: "God, how can you disguise?"

Murong Qiushui smiled and said carelessly:

"This is just a way that many people know."

"It's the skill of playing the piano."

Li Guanyi was suspicious: "Who knows it?"

Murong Qiushui widened his eyes and said, "Of course, will my aunt cheat on Li Nuer?"

Li Guan groaned for a long time, not knowing how to answer, how could he say that he could? I can't speak, because once I open my mouth, the beautiful woman in front of me may suddenly lower her head and cry with her eyes, as if she had encountered some great harm. Once Li Guan admits defeat, she will immediately laugh.

It really seems to be the wind in Jiangnan.

Sometimes it rains, sometimes it is soft.

Murong Qiushui took out the piano and played it, "The piano is the sound of the heart."

"You can have the frontier soldiers, the desert is beautiful, the spring breeze in the south of the Yangtze River, and the Central Plains are lonely."

"Has I really been to these places, those majestic voices, those fierce and fierce knights, are I an old general, an unruly knight? If I were, who am I? If I were not them , then why can I pass all this on the piano sound?”

"None of them, it's just that I made up all this and then fell on the piano sound."

"Li Nuer, do you still remember what my aunt said?"

When Li Guan heard his aunt playing the piano, he seemed to see the north and north of the Yangtze River. He heard the sound of the wind. It was because of his aunt's piano that he always felt that he was just a disciple who had not been able to get started. He sat there quietly, his spine straightened, and he whispered softly. Answered:

"The overtones are like the sky, the sounds are like people, and the sounds are as scattered as the earth."

Murong Qiushui pressed his hands on the strings and replied, "This sentence must be taken apart."

"It is the heaven, earth and man, the three talents, and everything."

"Li Nuer, this sentence is practiced internally, but when playing the piano, if you want to deceive others, you have to act in a reversal way. This is the difference between [practice] and [use]. One is for the inside and the other is for the outside."

"Look—"

Murong Qiushui's fingers fell on the strings and smiled slightly. Her eyes were soft. When she was playing the piano, Li Guan's eyes widened. He seemed to feel the tips of his hair slightly raised, and the surrounding environment suddenly changed. It seems that I came to Jiangnan and saw the spring breeze and willow bank.

It seemed as if I had arrived at the mountains and forests of the Central Plains, sitting on the highest peak in the world, watching the sea of ​​clouds lingering.

It seemed as if we came to the north of the subway again, as if we saw the collision of swords and the reunion of the iron cavalry. On the left is a woman from Jiangnan sang softly, and on the right is a fast horse from the north of the subway galloping around the world, a man's ambition, a woman's tenderness, and a sword fight Many emotions in the world surged like rivers.

He seemed to see the world.

Suddenly I lost my mind.

Finally, the piano sound ended, and Li Guan couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

It didn't come back to my senses until something poked on the cheek.

He raised his head, Murong Qiushui squatted in front of him with a smile, stretched out his fingers, pointed to Li Guanyi's eyebrows and said softly:

"The piano is the sound of the heart, and the next sentence is, [The heart is deified]."

"The overtones are like the sky, the sounds are like people, and the sounds are as scattered as the earth."

"So you can [think human feelings and understand the principles of the universe]."

"So all the appearances in my heart fell on the strings."

Murong Qiushui stood up, put her hands in front of her, her hair slightly raised, and she smiled:

"It is all things in heaven and earth."

………

When Li Guanyi was stopped.

Mr. Siming returned to his residence like lightning. He picked up his pen, wrote a letter after another, briefly described what happened here, and then blew on it. The letter seemed to have come alive. , sporting like a butterfly, flying to the sky.

The letter paper flew away by itself, riding on the flowing wind, faster than taking off the eagle.

The yin and yang energy are closed and cannot be seen by the naked eye.

Those who can see through Sixing's methods will not be able to reduce their own qualities to gain trust.

Si Ming sighed and said, "There is a seal of the king to temper his body."

"Golden skin and jade bones, dragon tendons and tiger marrow."

"It is often difficult to get all the conditions that require extremely harsh conditions."

"But just happened to be the whirlpool of the world. There are really enough old men who can calculate the perfect formation in the capital, there are great Confucian scholars who can use their breath to cover up his breakthrough, and there are also great Mohist masters who know how to temper their bodies. And they are coming to see him too."

"Old friend, I can't understand." The old man closed his eyes and the black turtle raised his head.

Si Ming stretched out his finger and pointed at the sky, saying:

"After all, he is his luck, and it is the destiny of the White Tiger that swept through the current situation."

"Or we're all here to turn into the times."

"Only, can we create a White Tiger Sect that is cultivated both inside and outside?"

The long-lived black turtle shook his head and said slowly:

"You have seen a lot, who can tell it clearly?"

"Before things happen, everything is possible, and the world is so big that it can be used; but when I look back, it seems that there is only one choice, but it is not a choice, but just looking back at what has happened, there is no way to do it. Change again."

Siming sent all the letters out. He looked at the seal, thought for a while, put the seal in his arms, and walked out. The old man walked around and went to the restaurant again, asking for the spirits. , this time he didn't get mixed with water, as if he had forgotten what he had drunk and vomited.

Two glasses of spirits.

The fat shopkeeper was curious, wiped his hands with a rag, and smiled: "Old man, our wine is a bit strong, otherwise you will drink some ordinary things today? I'll give you a plate of peanuts."

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

He was worried about what happened to the old man.

The old man laughed and said, "It's okay, I'm going to meet with my old friend today."

"I haven't seen it for many years, so I still have to have a good drink."

"Don't worry, just one cup."

When the fat shopkeeper saw the old man saying this, he agreed and smiled and said, "What's the point."

"Meeting old friends is indeed a good thing."

Si Ming held a glass of wine, smelled it, and grinned and said, "Good wine." In fact, it is the strong wine made from sweet potatoes. It is not fragrant, and it is only the strongness that can penetrate the throat. People with some spare money will not like this. The drunkard took it out of his arms and took out the seal.

The old man looked at the seal and suddenly laughed.

He put the seal in front of him and then placed the full liquor in front of the seal.

After a long time, he whispered:

"Ah Jack, go around in circles, it's been three hundred years, your seal has returned to my hands."

"Friends, your dominance, that long dream is over."

He raised his glass, his face no longer had the freedom and madness he had before.

Ah Jack.

It was a slave who escaped. He was beaten hard and met a young liar who walked around the streets. At that time, the young slave stared at him like a jackal. The young man showed people Feng Shui, but he was angry. He didn't even know how to do it, and he was beaten to the point of bruising and swollen face. Finally, he snatched a steamed bun.

At that time, the young man Siming didn't know what he thought, so he tore the steamed bun and gave it to the boy half.

It's like conquering a jackal, but in fact it's becoming the best friend.

They walked through most of the world together, but in the end, the dark boy went back. He raised the banner of rebellion under the mine, wiped out the Western Regions as a slave, and unified the thirty-six tribes.

Now, only the remaining pieces of Dangxiang people and Tiele are left in the thirty-six countries.

Siming raised his neck to drink.

The wine was really strong, and he got drunk just after one sip and lay on the table.

The wind from Jiangnan blew on his face, as if he was back in his youth, and the days when he was a teenager who came out of the Western Regions stealing sweet potatoes.

The young wind finally came to him again. He was drunk, but seemed to wake up in his memory.

It seems that you can also see that three hundred years ago, the dark Western Region boy was lying on a haystack, with blood marks drawn from his buttocks and spine, pointing to the stars, gritting his teeth:

"I want to return to the Western Regions. One day, I will become the greatest king and build a country with my name. You will come at that time, brother, I will invite you to eat sweet potatoes, let's eat one, throw one! ”

"No one dares to whip me again!"

"I don't dare to hit you!"

"Whoever hits you, I'll hit him!"

He picked up the stolen wine and threw it to the fourteen-year-old teenage liar next to him.

The young man who relied on his mouth to deceive the world with a mouth wiped the wine, but he was still alive three hundred years later.

Si Ming raised the cup drunk, and he was in a daze, as if he saw the young man holding up a broken bowl with wine inside, lifting it up towards him, cracking his mouth, revealing a missing piece of teeth, and said with a smile: "What's wrong? Don't you want to drink?"

"Hehe, what we stole it, it smells so good. I haven't seen this thing in my hometown. It's all drunk by big people, and it's so spicy that I cut my throat."

"Hey, A Feng, do the heroes like this?"

"Can we become heroes after drinking this?"

Siming laughed.

He raised his glass to his friend in his memory.

Then he got drunk, and the golden seal in his eyes was the same as when the old man cast it himself.

The leader of the thirty-five divisions was beheaded, and blood fell into the stove, and the flames seemed to be bloody.

It was him who held the casting.

His friend is called Ah Chai, just like a jackal on the grassland, despicable, shameless, despicable, looked down upon, driven away by a lion, but he can survive no matter what. His name is Ah Chai, he has his own The real name, that name is very difficult to pronounce.

It is called Tuyuhun.

The greatest hero in the Western Regions in a thousand years.

The fat shopkeeper brought out the peanuts and watched the old man lying on the table. He was already drunk. His gray hair danced in the wind. The fat shopkeeper put the plate of peanuts on the table to make the old man He closed the door so that he could not be blown by the wind, and he said in confusion: "Strange."

"Didn't this old man say he wants to drink with his friends?"

"Where is his friend?"

The old man closed his eyes and whispered drunk: "Wang Tu is having a joke."

"I can't beat life, a drunkenness."

The boy in the dream turned around and his eyes were bright.

What a pity.

In that era three hundred years ago, the heroes who raised a sword for the people to fight against injustice and tear apart the world.

He is the only one who is still alive.

………

Li Guan came to his senses for a long time. He looked at his aunt and said, "This is..."

Murong Qiushui smiled and said, "It's just a little trick. What you learned before is the basics, it's the first one, and this one is the second to fifth one."

Li Guanyi said: "How many articles are there in total?"

Murong Qiushui blinked.

Smile calmly:

"There were twelve articles before."

"I've thought about it over the past few years."

"Now, it's fifteen."

(End of this chapter)