The author of the book "The Book of the Dead"

Chapter 61: Time passes, old friends fade away
After the treatment with the golden needle, the fat scholar's complexion improved.

"Who is your Excellency?"

This was the first time that Zhang Wenzhi saw this method of acupuncture with golden needles.

"I am Liang Yue from Kuaiji." Liang Yue replied, and at the same time turned to the others and said, "Don't pull out the golden needle yet."

The fat scholar woke up slowly.

"Who did you learn this golden needle technique from?"

"Ge Hong is the Immortal Ge, but I am not the Immortal Ge's disciple."

Liang Yue stepped forward and while talking, he pulled out the golden needles from the fat scholar's body one by one.

"My name is Zhou Sheng. Thank you for saving my life." Zhou Sheng, the fat scholar, said.

He was the son of a local wealthy family, a second-rank noble. He had wanted to go hiking for fun, but he almost died suddenly.

"Liang Yue? Are you Liang Shanbo? Marquis of Changle Ting?" a middle-aged man on the side asked in surprise.

"Who is your Excellency?"

"My name is Xie Yuan, the governor of Xunyang, and the younger brother of Xie Xuan. My brother has mentioned you before, and today I see that you are indeed a man of extraordinary bearing."

"It turned out to be Governor Xie."

Liang Yue secretly sighed that the Xie family was indeed a big family, as there were people serving as prefects here.

Several people went into the courtyard to reminisce about the past.

Zhang Wenzhi brought tea to everyone and said in a cold and hard tone:
"Two hundred coins a night. There is only simple food and drink here. There is no elixir of immortality, and no way to ascend to heaven."

Perhaps because he was annoyed by others, Zhang Wenzhi came up and made an advance statement.

"Mr. Changle, please come to my humble abode and have a seat when you are free," Zhou Sheng invited.

"Okay, sure." Liang Yue agreed politely.

After Xie Yuan's introduction, everyone realized that Liang Yue was actually a famous scholar in Jiangzuo.

So they made friends with each other, but they were not very familiar with each other, and Liang Yue soon left with an excuse.

.........

At night, the stars are hidden and the sky is covered with dark clouds.

The mountains and fields are filled with the sound of insects chirping.

Liang Yue was enjoying the breeze in the courtyard.

Suddenly, bursts of coughing were heard from a pavilion not far away.

Liang Yue turned around and saw that it was Zhang Wenzhi, an old man wearing a bamboo hat, who was estimated to be in his early sixties.

"Senior, here it is."

Liang Yue handed over a small pill.

Zhang Wenzhi did not refuse. He took the pill and swallowed it. After taking the pill, the medicinal power flowed through his body and he looked surprised and puzzled.

"This is?"

"This is Ge Hong's Xiaohuandan, which is specially used to treat colds." Liang Yue deliberately said.

"Good pill, are you sure you don't have a master?"

"I have learned the recipes of several factions, but I have never really become a disciple."

"Not bad, not bad." Zhang Wenzhi praised repeatedly.

The night wind blew away the dark clouds, and the stars fell on the earth.

The two of them said nothing and went their separate ways.

Before leaving, Liang Yue asked, "Senior, can I borrow the Taoist scriptures?"

"random."

A few days later.

Liang Yue stayed on the mountain and read the scriptures.

The library of Qinglian Temple is very small, with only two rows of bookshelves. There are no martial arts books, but mostly Taoist scriptures and magic spells written by previous generations.

Liang Yue conducted each experiment with great concentration, and apart from eating, he would read books.

"The meal is here." Zhang Wenzhi placed the meal in front of the door.

Seeing such a focused young Taoist, he nodded secretly.

This person's concentration is indeed far beyond that of ordinary people.

Others either come here to learn martial arts secrets or to live in seclusion and become famous, but only this person can concentrate on studying obscure classics. No wonder his medical skills are so superb.

"Brother Liang, I'll go back first."

On the fourth day, Tao Yuanming finally couldn't stay any longer.

"Okay, walk slowly."

On the Wulao Peak, there were only Liang Yue and Zhang Wenzhi.

The two only had the opportunity to chat when they were out for some fresh air at night.

"Has the senior always been here?"

"I went up the mountain when I was eight years old. I am now sixty-eight years old. I have never left the mountain."

"how so?"

"Master asked me to guard Wulao Peak, so I have persisted till now."

"I think your teacher is very good to you, right?"

Liang Yue couldn't help but sigh.

"I only knew my master for four days before he passed away." Zhang Wenzhi began to talk. "I was just a beggar back then, but my master took care of me and brought me to the mountain."

I can’t remember what Master looked like, but I remember that winter, Master’s hands were very warm.

Afterwards, Zhang Wenzhi hired someone to teach him how to read and write while he studied internal skills on his own.

After stumbling for a while, almost a decade has passed.

Liang Yue couldn't help but sigh that someone could stick to the gratitude of a meal for sixty years, which was truly the legacy of the heroes of the Han Dynasty.

Zhang Wenzhi glanced at the book in Liang Yue's hand and said, "This Yu Bu is an ancient magic spell, and no one has mastered it so far."

"Senior, can't you do that?"

"No, I even suspect that the ancients were making fun of us." Zhang Wenzhi said with a wry smile.

At night, Liang Yue read by candlelight.

This method of Yu Bu is quite realistic from the perspective of the flow of true Qi.

Yu Bu is a footwork that belongs to the ancient Wu Nuo dance.

There are eight steps in total, corresponding to the seven stars of the Big Dipper. The eighth step is the combination of the seven stars of the Big Dipper, which is called "Kui Xing Kicking the Dipper".

Three days later.

Liang Yue practiced his footwork according to the Qi flow route.

It was a dark and windy night, with no light in the room.

Liang Yue stood quietly, the river cart in his dantian running.

Suddenly he took a step forward, like a lame man, taking one meter at a time.

This was a normal pace, but Liang Yue found something wrong.

"Is this similar to shrinking the distance into an inch?" Liang Yue was surprised.

Ordinary steps are part of the moving process, but when Liang Yue takes a step, it is an instant teleportation from the starting point to the end point.

He conducted subsequent experiments and the same result was observed every time.

It's not the ability to shrink the distance into an inch, but this kind of body movement is most suitable for dodging.

Next, he combined it with martial arts moves.

Eight Animals Kung Fu - Bear Climb.

Roar!
This time the true Qi took over the internal strength, and he took a step forward, like a fierce bear pouncing, with a faint bear image appearing on his face, and the power of the move was several times stronger than before.

The bear pounced with a force of at least five thousand kilograms.

"Ok?"

Liang Yue then tried several sets of exercises in succession, and only the Eight Animals Skill and the Yu Step could be matched with each other.

He suddenly thought of something.

Liu An transformed ancient magic into internal strength. Since it was a transformation, there must be a blueprint, right?
So Yu Bu and Ba Qin Gong are actually one and the same?
There are indeed ruins here.

The next day, Liang Yue asked indirectly, "Senior, I heard there are relics of Dayu's flood control here? Where are they?"

Zhang Wenzhi pointed to the surging river below the mountain and said with a smile: "Yes, the mountains and rivers are everywhere."

"That's true."

His intuition told him that Zhang Wenzhi had a secret, but he was not the kind of person who would force others to do things.

There was no sign of the so-called tomb-raiding captain these past few days. Perhaps the Sun family's target was not this place at all. There is no such coincidence in the world.

I searched all over Mount Lushan but couldn't find any remains of Dayu, so I decided to go back. This time, I gained the Yu Bu, so it was not a wasted trip.

The next day.

Liang Yue bids farewell to Zhang Wenzhi.

"Goodbye, senior! If you have any questions in the future, please ask Tao Yuanming down the mountain to pass on the message for you."

If the two of them can improve their relationship, there may be a turn for the better in the future.

"Okay." Zhang Wenzhi nodded calmly.

early morning.

Liang Yue rode away on horseback.

At Wulao Peak, the old man returned to the house. People came and went at Wulao Peak, but in the end, he was still the only one there.

……

Time flies, and winter is coming soon.

The imperial power was in turmoil, the emperor and his ministers were fighting with each other, and Sima Daozi completely controlled the power of the court.

The northern Hu people moved south and war gradually broke out.

Moon Festival.

"Third brother, the court has transferred me to the Northern Army. Do you want to respond?" Liu Chong asked.

"You can respond to the call. The Northern Army is promoted quickly. After the war is over, you can come back and become a governor to manage the place. But it is quite dangerous."

"No problem. In that case, I will accept the call. From now on, Yi Fu will be in your care."

"Take care of yourself!!"

Liang Yue stuffed Liu Chong with a lot of pills.

Then he watched Liu Chong leave.

After lying dormant for several years, it finally made a splash.

……

Liuzhuang, back mountain.

Liang Yue held his one-year-old child in his arms while telling Shi Quanzi about his recent experiences.

"Is it really right for Liu Chong to go to the Northern Army? Maybe he can preserve his strength in the rear."

Liang Yue shook his head, pried the child's hands apart, and said:
"What's the point of becoming king through internal fighting? Wouldn't that make you the next Sima family? It would only weaken the Han people and make the barbarians stronger."

"With the military merits in fighting against the barbarians, you will have enough confidence to be granted a title of nobility or prime minister, or to establish your own regime, or even to take a glimpse of the supreme throne in the future!"

Liang Yue never took the Sun family seriously.

The real enemies are the top wealthy families and the Sima family.

The bigger enemy is the northern barbarians.

The future is long and the struggles are many.

Conspiring to usurp the throne means that all parties need to compromise.

"well said!"

Shi Quanzi clapped his hands and laughed, agreeing with it deeply.

Wasn’t the story of the Southern Dynasties caused by the internal strife within the Sima clan?
He started out by conspiring to usurp the throne, but ultimately he was never able to show his power.

Even if he usurped the throne, at least he had enough military merits, such as resisting foreign enemies and rebuilding China.

Shi Quanzi's laughter frightened Xiao Heyun so much that he burst into tears.

"Don't cry, don't cry." Shi Quanzi took the child.

Today is approaching winter.

Shi Quanzi no longer lamented his impending death. He seemed to have a premonition.

"Shanbo. Ge Hong died in Mount Zhongnan."

"pity."

The atmosphere became a little tense.

The two of them looked at the sleeping Xiao Heyun at the same time.

The cold winter is coming, the old branches wither, new buds sprout, and another round of withering and flourishing begins.

Old friends are gone, and close friends are gone.

"Shan Bo, I really want to see He Yun grow up."

"Most definitely."

(End of this chapter)