Sword comes

The world is like a bird in a cage, the rivers and lakes are like a swallow in front of a hall, the heart of Tao is like the moon in the well, wealth and honor are like a wild goose on the edge of the clouds, and life is like a duckweed on the water.

Standing in the pavilion by the water, he put his hands in his sleeves and counted with his fingers. An old man who was a guest of the Yang family and called himself the Deaf Taoist frowned slightly and changed his mind. He planned to chat with Huang Zhen for a few more words and asked casually, "Do you know the true identity of your master?"

Huang Zhen shook his head blankly. He only knew that Ma Kuxuan, who was both a preacher and a fellow villager, had an extraordinary origin and was able to command the gods. He was a leader among the younger generation of Taoists in Aquarius Continent and had shined in the Battle of Laolong City. Ma Kuxuan was naturally unruly and arrogant. On the other hand, Huang Zhen had been away from home for many years, alone and homeless. How could he not respect, fear and yearn for such a preacher?

The territories of the four small states have always been the most reluctant to accept the control of Baiyujing. In history, the Taoist officials of Baiyujing have rarely appeared here. Of course, no matter how good the qualifications of the cultivators in the four small states are, they rarely take the initiative to enter Baiyujing to receive ordination. The two have been disgusted with each other for three thousand years.

Huang Zhen was silent for a moment, then said with a sense of inferiority: "Master is like a dragon in the sky, while I am just a loach in a mud pond. I only hope to achieve some success in my cultivation in the future, so as not to bring disgrace to Master's reputation. Other than that, I dare not expect more."

The deaf Taoist did not comment on this and continued, "The so-called deafness means that one cannot hear what is happening outside the window."

Huang Zhen asked tentatively: "Senior, your real Taoist name is 'Dragon Taoist'?"

The old man laughed and said, "I don't even bother to kill him, so where does Taoist Long come from?"

The old man quickly changed the subject and revealed the secret to Huang Zhen, "There are three reasons why Ma Kuxuan threw you to the Small Four States instead of somewhere else in Qingming World. First, the female owner of Lei Ze Lake, Lei Yu, is a snake, similar to a dragon. Secondly, Lei Ze Lake is a stacked lake, which contains a great deal of the true meaning of thunder magic. For thousands of years, Lei Yu took the lead in stealing opportunities, opened up a cave, and refined a small part of the thunder magic, which was already perfect in the Ascension Realm. If you trace the source, Lei Yu is a thief who took advantage of the opportunity to sneak in, and Ma Kuxuan is the real owner who left home for many years and abandoned the old house. Lei Yu is naturally guilty about this, so she looks at you with new eyes, treats you with special favor, and takes care of you a lot in secret. Finally One reason, and the most crucial one, is that I chose to live in seclusion in Lei Ze Lake. I rejected Bai Yujing's invitation three times. However, even Master Yu and Master Lu did not know the inside story of this secret. I chose to hide in Lei Ze Lake for my own reasons. I will not elaborate on this matter. You only need to understand that the half of the true meaning of the thunder method that Lei Yu has not yet refined is the foundation of your future enlightenment. When you go down the mountain and return to Lei Ze Lake, I will let Lei Yu empty the cave and let you live in it, and you will cut off your worldly life. From then on, how much time it takes for Huang Zhen to practice Taoism before he can come out is entirely up to his own will. Whether it is a small success or a great success depends on your own luck. "

Huang Zhen nodded and asked, "Will there be another chance for me to meet Master again?"

As long as there is a way to go, Huang Zhen is not afraid of being unknown for a long time.

If you want to cross the world and return to Haoran’s hometown, you must start from the Ascension Realm.

At present, Huang Zhen did not think that he was a genius in cultivation. Even the upper five realms seemed like flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water, which was out of reach.

The deaf Taoist shook his head and said, "No chance."

However, this does not mean to make a final judgment on Huang Zhen, or to assert that he would not achieve great success in the future.

But Ma Kuxuan was already dead. In this case, how could the master and the disciple meet again?

"The road is mourning, and the sky is raining heavily."

"The mountains and rivers of a state, the land sank into a lake."

Today, those islands were the peaks of the mountains in the past. The so-called small four states are the four largest islands. It is completely different from Haoran Tianxia. Qingming has more mountain luck and less water luck. The small four states in the past were the most densely packed with mountains in the world.

There are countless magnificent cities and immortal caves full of spiritual energy sleeping under the water. Over the past three thousand years, there have been many cultivators coveting this treasure, but they were all found out one by one by Lei Yu and the old Taoist priest named Taiyi. They were either directly suppressed, detained and imprisoned, or "redeemed" with goods or money, and then thrown out of the four small states. They had to swear an oath that they would never set foot in the waters of the two lakes in their lifetime.

Huang Zhen has been with the old man for many years and is no stranger to these old almanacs, but he dare not show the slightest impatience.

Taoist Long said with regret: "Gao Gu is not as smart as Yao Qing after all."

There are so many things in the world, like flying geese treading on the snow and mud.

Taoist Long suddenly asked a strange question, "In your hometown, what kind of people can never be officials in the court?"

It was not a difficult question. Huang Zhen blurted out without thinking: "A lowly person."

After a brief second of thinking, Huang Zhen felt something was wrong and shook his head, "I can't think of an answer."

It seemed wrong that people of low status could not become officials. During the Dali Dynasty, many people left their low status and joined the army or the government.

Taoist Long smiled and said, "It's probably the old man who was an old official, but was banished to his hometown and was under the surveillance of the local officials."

Huang Zhen was confused.

Could it be that this senior had served as an official in some dynasty?

Taoist Long looked up at the sky and said for no reason: "The world is really strange. The name of the study in the wilderness is Haoranzhai."

Thinking of a saying that came from Haoran Tianxia, ​​the old man couldn't help but sigh and stretched out a skinny hand, "On the spot, I will be a hero again."

Not everyone is qualified to be a guest of the Yang family of Hongnong. The old man has another identity and is known as the best painter of fish in the world.

His most accomplished work is a collection of eighty-one water paintings in color on silk, compiled into an album.

The old man smiled and said, "I envy you guys so much for still having the courage to love and hate."

The boy stared at Ming Tian with wide eyes.

The old man needs to try hard to remember yesterday.

The running water cannot be stopped by the green mountains.

Mao Zhui said to the two women in his heart: "Huayang Palace will not form an alliance with you. As for the attitude of Difei Mountain, you have to go and discuss it with the mountain master Gao Fu."

Xu Mian smiled and said, "Forget it. Palace Master Mao is unwilling to agree. I guess Master Gaoshan will be more cautious."

Xu Yingning said: "We just came here to try our luck. If it works, that's the best. If it doesn't, it's not a big deal."

Mao Zhui reminded: "It's time for you to let Xu Xuyuan leave Qingming Tianxia."

Xu Mian nodded and said, "With what Palace Master Mao said, our trip is worthwhile."

Xu Yingning exclaimed, wondering why she was here.

Seeing that Mao Zhui pretended not to know, Xu Yingning didn't say anything.

Mao Zhui shifted his gaze to the woman in the veiled hat, but his eyes fell on "Yang Yu" and said, "Daoyou Shenlou is already in the mountain. You can go to Zizai Pavilion to meet her."

Yang Yu's eyes sparkled, and he nodded, "I'll go right away."

It turns out that this "handsome young man" wearing a three-mountain crown and a dark purple robe is the real Yang Zheng, the noble woman from the Hongnong Yang family.

The one who was walking around with a short knife hanging from his waist, pretending to be the maid "Yang Yupian", was Yang Xun.

On the contrary, the woman wearing a veil on her head is the real maid, Yang Yupian.

It has to be admitted that the Hongnong Yang family is indeed rich in handsome men and beautiful women. Almost all the men are handsome, and there is also a nest of beauties.

Yang Zheng smiled and praised, "You are indeed worthy of being called the White Bone Immortal. You are right. If you can see through life and death, how can you not see through the rich and the poor? I am sorry for my clumsy tricks."

When Yang Yupian saw that Palace Master Mao had discovered the truth, he immediately changed his position and adhered to his duties.

The protector of the Hongnong Yang family also removed the illusion and revealed his true form. He was of majestic stature, carrying a long sword and wearing five-colored armor.

He combined the Yang family's literary, military, official and reputation into one person.

He first spoke to Yang Zheng and got his permission, then said goodbye to Mao Zhui, left the place and went to see the Taiyi Mountain God alone.

Mao Zui said to the maid holding the round fan, "Let's chat for a minute?"

Logically speaking, the difference in status between the two parties was like heaven and earth, so it was not surprising that she was favored by a great monk. However, she did not seem surprised at all, and Yang Zheng and Yang Xu, brother and sister, also looked normal.

Huang Zhen felt that she looked somewhat familiar before, and it was not an illusion.

This yellow-shirted maid wearing a small hat, aliased as Luzhu, whose real name was Zhulu, was brought back to Qingming World by Lu Chen, who took her to the ancient battlefield of Zhulu.

Mao Zui had already seen through her identity, and he didn't even bother to say anything. He said directly, "Gao Gu has a letter for me to give to you."

Zhu Lu showed a sarcastic look on his face. "A traitor like me deserves a personal letter from Grandmaster Gao? It's not just a perfunctory verbal message?"

Mao Zui didn't care. He just took out a letter from his sleeve and handed it to Zhu Lu.

Before he noticed that Lu Chen had begun to collect mind images and create the Zhuxu Temple, Bai Gu Zhenren did not hide himself. He liked to travel around the world and had a wide range of knowledge. He was simply a living almanac. For example, when Gao Gu fought with a female nun in Youzhou, Bai Gu Zhenren was watching from a distance and was one of the several eyewitnesses.

Zhu Lu hesitated for a moment, but still took the feather-light envelope. She turned her back slightly, took out the letter inside, glanced at the contents, looked depressed, and quickly put the envelope back into her sleeve.

Huang Zhen and Zhu Lu, this man and woman, happen to be the two people who hate Chen Pingan the most in their hometown.

Whether it is a meeting in a foreign land or a parting, we still have to pursue our own future.

Over at the Fish Viewing Pavilion, the old man seemed to be inspired. He glanced at Huang Zhen and said meaningfully, "To hurt yourself with likes and dislikes is not the right way to cultivate the Tao."

Love and hate are both double-edged swords and boomerangs.

Huang Zhen's expression froze, but he finally made up his mind. He said softly, "Once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. I can't care about so much."

The old man didn't want to get too involved in such personal grudges, so he stopped trying to persuade him to change his mind and said, "Return to Lei Ze Lake, where you have your own temple, so just practice well."

Huang Zhen nodded and said, "That man is now in his prime. I will never provoke him without being completely sure of the outcome."

The old man joked, "You are very brave not to be frightened."

Sensing Huang Zhen's thoughts, the old man smiled and said, "I am a person without a realm. I have no body, no soul, and I am ethereal. You can say I am just a little bit of true spirit or an obsession. In short, I am a person without an official position. My identity is dispensable and insignificant."

Children who are anxious to grow up always think that childhood is a book that can never be finished, so they rush to read a juvenile book.

But the old man knows what it feels like to be old. It is the twilight years, the sudden darkening of the sky, and how old I am.

He took out a green talisman from his sleeve and handed it to Huang Zhen, "Hold this talisman in your hand and visualize it in your mind, and you can shrink the earth to the Meifeng Taoist temple in the thunderstorm. She will lead you to the Thunder Pond Cave under the water. Go ahead."

Huang Zhen took the talisman with both hands, put it away carefully, knelt down and kowtowed to thank the old man.

The old man hesitated for a moment, then reached out and helped him up.

Huang Zhen stood still, visualizing the Meifeng Mountain in his mind. A golden light flashed, and then it disappeared without a trace.

A nun who looked like a young girl appeared here, bowed her head, and said respectfully: "Greetings, senior."

The old man smiled and said, "I don't deserve it."

On the more lively side, Mao Zui suddenly said to Nanqiang, "Ask Gao Qiong to come over here. I have something to tell you."

Although I didn't know what was going on, I still did it.

Apart from Huayang Palace and Difei Mountain, only a handful of great monks knew that Gao Gu's ancestral home was not Youzhou, but a remote small country in Ruzhou.

Flowers bloom inside the wall and fragrance outside the wall.

Going down the mountain to cultivate one's mind and leading people up the mountain is also one of the Taoist practices.

There are more than a hundred Taoist priests in Damu Temple, and Gao Qiong is just one of them. Her aptitude and physique are just ordinary, but because of her sword cultivation, Gao Qiong has a special fate with the immortals, which makes others envy her. She and the founder Gao Gu are from the same hometown. It was Gao Gu who personally led her to the mountains to practice Taoism.