Once upon a time there was a mountain called Wudang.
There is a peak on the mountain called Lotus.
There used to be a young Taoist priest who wanted to go down the mountain but didn't dare to go down the mountain, his name was Hong Xixiang.
It's just that after the young master returned from the mountain, he heard that he left the world.
Then the younger new head of the school, Li Yuaxe, brought back a young boy with eyebrows and eyes, his name was Yu Fu.
Maybe the father and mother hope that this child can save some blessings every year, and the poor family wants to live a long and stable life, which is nothing more than the word surplus.
The Lantern Festival is a big festival, in order to welcome the Lantern Festival of the second year of auspicious charms, the Taoist priests on Wudang Mountain, regardless of their age, everyone is splitting bamboo to build bamboo lanterns, and then pasting rice paper, that is, Chen Xiang Yu Xingrui, these are the highest generation of the real people are no exception, but unfortunately the oldest patriarch on the mountain, Bo Song Zhiming, died last year, that is, dead, there is no rainbow soaring and no feathering immortals, the old people walked very peacefully, just thinking that if the little junior brother is still alive, he can refine a few furnaces of real good pills.
In the month before the old man died, he often saw Uncle Song standing at the gate of the Great Lotus Peak, looking at the foot of the mountain, and he knew that he was waiting for the nephew of the master without asking.
Wudang started from Huang Manshan, the master of Lao Zhenren, to the senior brother Wang Chonglou, to the little brother Hong Xixiang, and finally to the contemporary master Li Yuaxe, Song Zhiming in addition to the ancestral master paintings, not to mention, lived two Jiazi, and saw four Wudang masters, so he walked very peacefully.
The older generation of real people is withering day by day, and the big real person Chen Xuan, who is in charge of the precepts, is also difficult to hide his old state, fortunately, Wudang Mountain has always looked at life, old age, sickness and death very lightly, and now Wudang Mountain is full of incense, and several peaks on the mountain have held several "opening ceremony" that is not grand but not solemn.
Even if it is close to the Lantern Festival, when the sky is not bright, there are still many good men and women who begin to climb the mountain and burn incense, unlike many Taoist temples in Liyang that will open the back door for dignitaries and dignitaries, the common people have burned incense for a lifetime and can not burn the first incense, in Beiliang you only need to hurry up, the common people can also burn the incense in Wudang Mountain.
On the southern Shinto road of Wudang Mountain, pilgrims are endless, and there are even many foreigners who speak foreign accents, when the Beimang army goes south, the whole Beiliang Sanzhou is like a funnel, the population has decreased sharply, and these foreign pilgrims who enter the country are quite like the carp that goes upstream, which shows the grand occasion of Wudang now, and it is rumored that the imperial court will soon transfer the title of Taoist ancestral court of Longhu Mountain to Wudang to appease Beiliang.
In the incense-burning army, there was a young man and woman who looked like a small couple, probably because of the small family, there was no brocade sable fur, no daunting sturdy servants, not even a lantern.
They climbed the mountain with another family they met at the foot of the mountain, and walked the mountain road by the light of the family all the way.
When the young man was introduced, he called himself Xu Qi, he was an authentic Beiliang person, his wife's surname was Lu, and his hometown was in Qingzhou.
The big family that walked with them had four generations of sixteen people, the old man's surname was Yan, eighty years old, said to be from Guangling Dao, had been a Beijing official and a magistrate, and only returned to his hometown last year.
The old man was funny and very talkative, chatting with Xu Qi about the anecdotes of the north and south of the river along the way, adding a lot of laughter to the boring mountaineering journey, and although Xu Qi did not have any surprising words, he could also pick up the old man's words every time.
Except for the old man, the men of the other two generations of the Yan family were originally not treated to this so-called Beiliang barbarian at first, which can't be blamed for their eyes above the top, in the many regional disputes between Liyang, the Beiliang where Xu Xiao was in charge and the southern Xinjiang ruled by Zhao Bing, the king of Yan, have always been the eldest brother, not to mention the second brother, they are all barbarian lands up and down the government and the opposition, and even the two Liaos can't compare, so that there was a big joke in the temple that year, I remember that the first Beiliang scholar jumped the dragon gate in the imperial examination, and was able to enter the scholar and the first, which made Tai'an City feel surprised, Doubting that there would be scholars in Beiliang, many people helped the scholar to check the genealogy, and when they finally saw that the person's ancestral home was in Jianzhou, the Central Plains, they were relieved, but they didn't care about the fact that the person had been born and raised in Beiliangling Prefecture for several generations.
It wasn't until Yan Jiexi became a relative of the emperor and then became a scholar of the palace, Jin Lanting made steady progress all the way, and Yao Baifeng, the master of science, entered Beijing to preside over the Guozijian that this bad impression of Beiliang's uncivilized status changed slightly, and he pinched his nose and admitted that Beiliang also had a cultivation and heirloom.
It is twelve miles away from the main peak of Wudang Jinding, the South Shendao is twelve miles long, and it is a mountain road, the Yan family has women and children, the foot strength is weak, and they walk slowly, and when the first morning bell rings on the mountain, they only go halfway, and rest in the pavilion dedicated to travelers and pilgrims.
The old man took advantage of the morning light to raise his eyes and look into the distance, Xu Qi and his wife stood side by side enjoying the scenery under the mountain, after the old man retracted his gaze and sat down, immediately the young great-grandson ran to help him knock his legs and pinch his feet, the old man laughed heartily, spoiled the child to his lap, pointed to the east with his finger, and said: "This scene is called the sky is blue and white." ” The child obviously had no interest in what the sky was open and white, so he raised his head and asked in a childish voice: "Grandpa, is there really a fairy on the mountain that my mother said, can the fairy soar through the clouds?"
The old head of the Yan family laughed, touched the child's little head, and did not give an answer, but turned his head to look at the top of the mountain covered with clouds and mist, and sighed softly: "Don't dare to speak loudly, for fear of frightening the heavens." ” The child who didn't get the answer was coquettish and entangled, and the old man had no choice but to say: "Those of my generation who study must abide by the words of the saint and be silent.
However, grandpa and you can still say something off-topic, grandpa I, in fact, when I was young, I also used the banner of a study tour to secretly do the thing of the green shirt and sword to climb the height and visit the immortals, maybe there is no chance, I have not seen those crane-haired and childish masters in the eyes of the world, but I have been to the Longhu Mountain Heavenly Master Mansion with many people in middle age, and I have had a relationship with that generation of old heavenly masters, but I have never had the opportunity to have an in-depth conversation, after all, grandpa's official hat is too small at that time, and I just accompany the last seat.
At that time, I only felt that it was better to be an official than to cultivate the Tao, there were so many scholars in the world, how difficult it was to be Wenzheng after the death of the Taifu, and there were not many people in the world who cultivated the Tao, and it was relatively easy to achieve the appearance of the feather coat of the official body. ” The child was disappointed, "Grandpa, what are we doing all the way to Wudang Mountain, my father said that he was going to be bumpy and his bones fell apart when he rode in the car." ” A young Confucian scholar nearby suddenly looked stunned.
The old man stroked his snow-white beard and smiled: "Grandpa Tai has never seen a fairy, but when he was shepherding one side, he saw a Taoist priest of the same age in the realm of the path, and had a very happy conversation, that Taoist taught me a set of self-cultivation techniques, and Grandpa Tai was able to live to this age, thanks to the favor of that Taoist priest."
Although after so many years, I still remember the appearance of that person very clearly, tall, benevolent and heroic, with the style of an ancient wanderer, compared to the Huang Zi nobles of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, there is really no frame at all. ” The old man sighed: "That person is the senior head of Wudang Mountain, called Wang Chonglou."
It was also a long time before I learned that he was the head of Wudang Mountain in Beiliang, so I hurried here to take a look while my body was not completely buried in the loess.
By the way, I also want to take a look at the northwest sky height of Beiliang, how high it is.
Because when Grandpa Tai was an official in Tai'an City before, there was a person who was impeached by the official Yushi, saying that after that person arrived in Beiliang, when he had a big banquet, he actually pointed to the chair under his ass and said to everyone that this chair is not a dragon chair, but it is much higher than the one in the capital. ” The old man's son is also about to be a child, and after hearing this, he smiled and said, "It's mostly nonsense. ” The old man nodded.
Beiliang Xu Qi, who had been watching the old man holding his great-grandson, didn't say anything, turned around and looked into the distance silently.
His wife took his hand, turned her head sideways and asked softly, "Is it true or not?"
It was Xu Fengnian's "Xu Qi" who said softly: "Really, I was young at the time, and I was sitting on my father's lap at that time, this sentence was actually what he said to me, probably to tell me that being an emperor is actually boring." ” Xu Fengnian clenched Lu Chengyan's slightly cool little hand, and said in a low voice: "It is the rule of the Liyang Imperial Court that officials can only be appointed at the age of seventy-nine, not everyone can do it.
The old man is Yan Song, who was the largest official in Beijing to be the left waiter of the Ministry of Rites, and disagreed with the first assistant Zhang Julu, and was later excluded to Luzhou, Jiangnan Province, and was disheartened, so he started to learn in the local area.
This time, Zhang Shoufu was ruined, and the government and the opposition were silent, Yan Song was one of the few who dared to fight for Lord Shoufu, which shows that he and Zhang Julu were a fair and honest gentleman's dispute.
The reason why I walked with him was because Xu Xiao had a good impression of this person, and among the people who scolded him, Yan Song scolded him Xu Xiao scolded him very fiercely, but it was reasonable. ” The old man suddenly smiled at Xu Fengnian and said: "Xu Qi, before I entered the territory of Beiliang and came to Wudang Mountain, I visited several academies, and the scene there surprised me, as if your new Liang King is more bookish than the old Liang King, which is really rare." ” Lu Chengyan glanced at Xu Fengnian, who was showing a little embarrassed expression, and she smiled.
Xu Fengnian turned around and said: "It must be that he knows that his martial arts are not as good as Xu Xiao, so he can only retreat and make up for the gaps in cultural governance." ” The child was confused, pulled the old man's sleeve, and asked, "Grandpa, didn't my uncle say that the martial arts of the King of Beiliang are very powerful?"
A middle-aged man cried and laughed: "The martial arts of Wenzhi martial arts are not about the ability to fight. ” After chatting, a group of people started climbing the mountain again, and now come to Wudang Mountain to burn incense, there is one thing that visitors and pilgrims must do, is to see with their own eyes many Taoist priests on the mountain regardless of age or generation to participate in the morning and evening two homework, the reason why the Yan family is so early to climb the mountain, is to enjoy the scene, hundreds of thousands of Taoist people in the square together to practice boxing, it is rumored that the set of boxing method by the previous head of the teaching Hong Xixiang pioneered, anyone can practice anyone can learn, anyone can benefit.
When the group finally came to the main square of Wudang on the top of the mountain, they finally didn't miss it, otherwise they would have to wait until dusk.
Sure enough, as rumored by the outside world, countless Wudang Taoist priests with proper standing positions practiced boxing together in the square, and even the common people who were laymen could also see the comfort of that set of boxing, yes, it was comfortable.
There are no too advanced movements, and there is no humming sound made during ordinary martial arts practice, it is quiet and peaceful.
The old man Yan Song exclaimed: "What a smooth flow." ” The child sitting on his father's neck pointed to the distance, as if he had found some amazing fairy figure, and said with surprise on his face: "There is a child about my age who is also boxing, there and there, he is at the forefront."
Although the old man couldn't see the situation over there clearly, he was also a little surprised when he heard it, "Didn't you say that the person who led the fist was the current head of the sect Li Yuaxe?"
Xu Fengnian explained: "Li Yuaxe has accepted an apprentice. ” There are many pilgrims in the position behind those Taoist priests, and they are also boxing, maybe they don't want it, and they can't even call it similar, but they are all very energetic, but they can't see the body of the Lingquan Taoist priest clearly, so they can only follow the pilgrims in front or nearby to box, which looks a little nondescript, but everyone is very serious.
Then the Yan family saw a young Taoist priest who didn't look very senior slowly walking from the front to the back, along the way, constantly giving careful guidance to the pilgrims who were learning boxing, which movements were too hard, or which techniques were not in place, or the wrist was not enough, or the back was misunderstood, they would smile and help correct.
Xu Fengnian looked at the little Taoist priest at the front who was meticulous in every movement, and his expression was a little abnormal.
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The young Taoist priest saw Xu Fengnian, smiled slightly, and walked quickly.
Lu Chengyan said softly: "Do you want to fight too?"
Xu Fengnian asked, "Do you want to see it?"
Rainie Lu smiled and nodded.
Xu Fengnian slowly stepped forward, stood at the end of the line, and then began to punch leisurely.
The young Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, and then stood with Xu Fengnian.
The movements of the two are the same, round and beautiful, pleasing to the eye.
Xu Fengnian closed his eyes.
Back then, every time an unlucky guy saw him, knowing that he would be beaten, he would squeeze out a smile and say "You're here".
Xu Fengnian whispered to himself: "Bull rider, I'm here." ” “”: