Tonight, everyone happens to have a good time, except for Aji's new official taking office, many dots, and it is not good to ask for leave; Ou Shao, Huang Susu, Lu Yingjun, Lin Chuyi, gathered in Yunsheng Food. After a while, Mo Yuanan also came, with another rough man who was thirty-four or five years old.

Fan Nanjiang's uncle and nephew carefully prepared a table of wine and food for them, although the environment is ordinary and the quality of the dishes is not low.

The rough man's name is Li Wensheng, he is tall and strong, has a thick beard, and his name and appearance are a little confusing. It's just that the beard and the short hair that is particularly finely groomed, and an extremely loose casual dress are very in line with the personality and temperament of the current artistic youth.

Li Wensheng is not like Mo Yuanan, his personality is more flamboyant, and he does not even deliberately hide his cultivation qi. Anyway, in his opinion, he can see that he is either a fellow or an opponent, and he can't see the others if you hide them or not. In the Taiping world, there are not so many opponents.

Mo Yuan'an's sect dojo, where it is located, is called Wushan, which is a Taoist sect, and it is named Wushan Sect on the spot. Li Wensheng is also a Taoist cultivator, but he is not the same sect. Regarding the affairs of the sect, he did not want to disclose, but the two of them were employed by a special official department at the same time, and they usually had nothing to do. When something really needs to be used for them, it's certainly not a trivial matter.

Lin Li's side, you don't have to think about it to guess that three world-class firearms actually appeared at the same time in the last Zhang Qiang incident, which must have caused a lot of shock in the official, so the two of them were sent to assist. Lin Li suddenly had such two strange people under his hands, which was not very comfortable. The state of cultivation of these two people is not low, and if they are placed in a task force, any wind and grass, information and intelligence, there is no secret to them. Lin Li is a martial arts master at any time, but in front of these two people, even himself seems to be transparent, and those two pairs of eyes can penetrate his internal organs.

But these two people can come in handy when they are placed on Lin Chuyi's side. At first, Li Wensheng also planned to give this hairy boy a dismount first, and used his spiritual sense to spy wantonly. As a result, I found that I couldn't even see the other party's approximate realm level at all, and the rhythm of the qi machine was just like an ordinary person. The characteristics of ordinary people's qi can still be seen through, but this person, he can't sense it at all.

Saying hello to Huang Susu again, the rough man was even more startled, this place is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger.

Li Wensheng had no choice but to give up, but he was also very hearty, filled himself with a glass of wine, and held it with both hands to Lin Chu: "Brother Mo Yu, I, Li Wensheng, have never been easy to convince people, but my brother has such cultivation at a young age, I will obey you." In this matter, what is the arrangement of the elder brother, just say hello. I'll do it first for respect. ”

Lin Chuyi also took a glass of wine and drank it all. Li Wensheng's words did not really understand the meaning of friendship. It's just that although this person is high-profile, he doesn't hate it, and the path of cultivation is very long, so it doesn't hurt to have a few more friends. However, for Li Wensheng, it is not only that. It is not easy for him to reach today's realm, in addition to being an extremely talented Dao cultivator, all kinds of Dao opportunities are also very important. Just imagine, a person like Lin Chuyi, who has been carefully guided by two seal masters at the same time, and who is seamlessly connected, how many people in the world can do it? Even a family like Huang Susu is impossible, and can only rely on his own extraordinary talent, and of course, he also benefits from the inheritance of family learning.

And like Mo Yuanan and Li Wensheng, it is not clear what the background of the sect is, but in any case, there will be no people like Lu Shicheng and Li Lan who are at the level of the Seal Envoy Grandmaster, so the various opportunities on the path of cultivation are particularly important.

Since Fan Nanjiang revealed his identity to Lin Chuyi last time, he is no longer so close to each other now. When the kitchen is not busy, I will also come to the private room to say hello and toast two glasses of wine. This middle-aged man's martial arts cultivation, of course, the two Dao cultivation masters will not fail to see it.

In the rivers and lakes, whether it is a cultivation sect or a martial arts faction, there are people who collect and cultivate for the great hidden in the city. So seeing Fan Nanjiang's uncle and nephew, everyone is not surprised. Chat with each other about anecdotes, practice what you have seen, you don't have to dig out your heart and lungs, but you are also happy. Ou Shao and Lu Yingjun, who are outside the door, feel that everything is fresh and eye-opening.

After the wine was hot, Mo Yuanan said bluntly: "Zhenwu is easy to count, Xuanwu can be the four great masters, and there are many legends popular in my Wushan Gate. I don't know if there are still four seals in today's world. Brother Mo Yu is cultivating Tai Chi, I don't know if it is a secular faction, or what does it have to do with Zhenwu Tai Chi?"

Lin Chuyi didn't want to mention much about the master, after all, the master also said that the current cultivation is shocking in the world, and for the innate sect, he is still just a secular disciple. Then he said ambiguously: "What I practice is indeed different from the current lineage sect. But in any case, the Inner Family Gong School, the Taoist Immortal Cultivation, which one is not much related to the innate Tai Chi?"

Mo Yuanan sighed and said: "That's the same, it's a pity that each branch is scattered, and there are few who can sum it up." There are thousands of monks in the world, and there are very few who can really achieve great success. In this life, if you really have the opportunity to see the demeanor of a certain Seal Envoy Grandmaster, whether this cultivation path is successful or not, it can be regarded as complete. ”

Lin Chuyi touched a glass with Mo Yuanan, and did it first as a respect, while Fan Nanjiang and Li Wensheng hurriedly accompanied him for a drink. To be honest, Lin Chuyi had never thought about this problem, or rather, he didn't realize it at all. Now when I see this Sven monk talking about it, I can't help but be in awe.

Fan Chaogui is still the busiest person in the hotel, and his greetings in the box are as detailed as ever, but there is a hint of sadness in the young man's expression today, although he tries his best to hide it, Lin Chuyi can still see it.

"Run, come over for a drink or two. Lin Chuyi deliberately teased him.

Fan Chaogui had a well-trained smile on his face, "It's better for my uncle to have two drinks with you, I still have to be busy, I'm afraid it will affect my work." Drinking with Brother Mo Yu, we have a chance. ”

Today, there are two new friends, Mo Yuanan and Li Wensheng, and Lin Chuyi is not good at getting too entangled in Fan Chaogui, so he said: "Are you free after closing tonight? Anyway, it's okay at night, drink two drinks with me." ”

"No problem, you know what time we'll close, just come in. ”

After eating, Lu Yingjun was going shopping, and Ou Shao had nothing to do, so he also accompanied the police flower beauty to go shopping. Huang Susu had gone shopping with her a few times, but then she was not interested, so she went back to her residence with Lin Chuyi first.

The food stalls in this area of the community generally do supper at night, and there are still guests drinking until 11 or 2 o'clock in the evening. But Fan Nanjiang and his family have fewer people after half past nine in the evening, and they close at ten o'clock. After all, it depends on food and drink, and it also doubles as breakfast, so I don't do supper.

As soon as Fan Chaogui and his uncle finished cleaning the store, Lin Chuyi stepped on the point and came to the restaurant, carrying a long leather case on his back, which was naturally filled with Tailing. "Little Brother Mo Yu is here, the night is good, why do you still carry an umbrella out?" Fan Nanjiang greeted, Tai Ling was packed in a leather case, and it was indeed like an umbrella with a straight handle.

They were also accustomed to Lin Chuyi coming to sit and chat at night, and occasionally bring a bottle of wine. Fan Nanjiang will stir-fry one or two side dishes if he is fine, and the uncle and nephew will drink two cups with him. Fan Chaogui saw Lin Chuyi coming empty-handed, and took the initiative to go to the counter to get two catties of rice wine. Their family's rice wine is brewed by relatives in their hometown, using mountain spring water. The rice from each tank is fermented for at least two months before the distillation begins. This kind of wine is mellow and clear, and the concentration is both high and not high-quality, and guests like to drink it.

"Uncle Nanjiang, if you are not busy drinking, how about a hand with you? Lin Chu put Tai Ling aside and said very seriously.

Hand in hand is a kind of euphemism for internal kung fu learning and sparring. Since each other's identities have long been tacitly known, Fan Nanjiang really wants to touch the roots of this Taijimen brother. What's more, no one has done it for many years, and it's a little itchy. Turned around and explained to his nephew, "Chaogui, close the door." ”

The uncle and nephew moved two tables from the dining room and cleared an open space of seven or eight square meters. Fan Nanjiang stood halfway to the side, and walked Ding Ba, posing in a fixed pose wearing round hands. "Brother Mo Yu, please. ”

Lin Chuyi stepped forward and gently supported his elbow and wrist and put him together.

Fan Nanjiang is the inheritance of the traditional Jiangxi Famen boxing family, and the kung fu has reached the peak. Jiangxi Famen boxing is not well-known in the rivers and lakes, and it is estimated that there are no famous mountains and rivers in the local area. The major famous schools in novels and movies are generally related to famous mountains, so they generally can't write about the traditional schools of Jiangxi. In fact, the traditional factions such as the Famen, Zimen, and Hard Sects in Nanchang, Fengcheng, Jiangxi and other places have always produced talents in history, including many military generals such as Yang Zaixing.

Fan Nanjiang's internal martial arts attainments have broken through the realm of practice and practice, and he can basically be sticky to ordinary martial artists, and he can fall when he gets wet. However, at this time, when he and Lin Chuyi got into their hands one by one, they felt that the other party was unsuffocated, as light as a feather. Fan Nanjiang used all his strength, wrapped the golden wire around his wrist, and hit the side, and his internal strength was sent to the opponent, like entering a sea of mud. The more he fought, the more frightened he became, there was such kung fu in the world!

The middle-aged chef was anxious, and suddenly his feet walked in an oblique arc, and the upper and lower quadrangular wheels pressed on. I saw that his figure was erratic, as fast as lightning, and the phantom figure drawn out by his hands directly shrouded the other party's front and left and right sides, leaving only a way to retreat behind him. In this way, unless Lin Chuyi fights hard, he must retreat.

Flying with four hands, it can be considered offensive and defensive. When Fan Nanjiang picked up his right hand, he suddenly broke away from the opponent's control, and the back of his hand hit Lin Chuyi's right rib. I only heard an exclamation of "ah", and a figure was thrown up in the air and flew five or six meters away, but did not fall, but sat on a dining chair, as if I usually sat on it, steadily. It was Fan Nanjiang who was knocked out.

Fan Nanjiang sat on the chair with a blank expression. "Little Brother Mo Yu, your cultivation is really shocking. I don't know if it was taught by a born master?"

He didn't look frustrated, just surprised.

"Taijimen Zhenwu inheritance, I am not an ordinary martial arts person. Lin Chuyi, "This can actually be understood as a cultivation sect that enters the Tao with martial arts, and it is inconvenient for me to elaborate on the specifics now." It's just that today, when I see that Brother Chaogui has a sad face, between the eyebrows of Brother Nanjiang Yintang, there is also a black gas. I don't know what difficulties the two of them encountered, if it is an emergency in the rivers and lakes, everyone must not be polite. If you can't help, you might as well come up with an idea. ”

At this time, Fan Chaogui had reorganized the tables, chairs, cups, and poured wine.

Fan Nanjiang said: "Little Brother Mo Yu, I have been cultivating for more than 40 years, and I have traveled all over the country ten years ago, and I have rarely met opponents. I can't believe that you are so young, I can't even touch the bottom. Come, I'll toast you first. ”

Lin Chu raised his glass and touched it, Fan Chaogui hurriedly compensated, and the three of them drank it all. Fan Nanjiang only then talked about something.

It turned out that the old house of the Fan family in Yunsheng Valley, Fengcheng, Jiangxi, was built in the Hongwu period of the Ming Dynasty, passed down from generation to generation, and was repaired and rebuilt, but it has never been relocated.

In the twelfth year of Hongwu, there was a Wudang Taoist who traveled here and saw that the clouds and steam rose in this valley all the year round, and the aura gathered. The distant mountains outside the valley are cascading, endless, and the scenery is wonderful. So he intended to build a Taoist temple here as a place for his future practice.

This humane name Yiyun cut down trees in the valley and settled down. At that time, it was actually a simple wooden house, and the head of Yiyun Dao named it Yunsheng Temple, and this valley was called Yunsheng Valley. Yiyun practiced in this cloud life view every day and studied Taoism. When he was in Wudang Mountain, he was personally taught by Zhang Sanfeng, and the kung fu Taoism was not trivial, and a few years later, there was a faint grandmaster.

One day, at dawn, when it was darkest, Yiyun was meditating. Suddenly, his consciousness sensed that a strong enemy was attacking, and his power was beyond measure! He immediately kicked his feet and exerted his strength, but his body did not stand up straight, and he had already flown out two or three feet away. I saw a red light coming from the sky, hitting the place where he had just been meditating. There was a loud bang, like a thunderbolt, and the red light sank into the ground. In an instant, the earth was blown up in all directions. His "Yunshengguan" was also blown away, and only a huge mud pit remained in its place.

Everything returned to calm, Yiyun Dao Chang walked into the pit blasted out by the red light, at this time his internal cultivation was deep, and his eyesight was different from ordinary people, so he could still see a dark thing in the pit in the dark. He took out a fire breaker and picked up some scraps of dry wood from the hut and lit a fire. I saw that the things in this pit were thigh-thick, more than six feet long, not gold or stone, and the whole body was jet-black, and shone with a multicolored luster in the firelight. Daoist Yiyun unfolded his divine sense, looked at it carefully, and only felt that this foreign object in the sky exuded a thick pure yang qi, containing some kind of mysterious spiritual power. When he was in Wudang Mountain, he had heard Sanfeng Patriarch occasionally mention that the legend said that the ancient sages had discovered a kind of alien object called pure yang ink iron, which was a rare treasure; It is just to understand the mystery, but it is necessary to have otherworldly cultivation.

Yiyun knew that he was carrying this treasure and would inevitably become the target of Qimen Jianghu's hunting. Originally, with his Taoism, he had already broken through life and death. It's just that if such a treasure falls into the Qimen rivers and lakes, it will inevitably give birth to a bloody disaster. Therefore, Yiyun Dao Chang silently built a cellar where the ink iron was, and restored the surface as much as possible. The wooden house was rebuilt on the cellar.

Later, Yiyun Dao Chang returned to the vulgar, and his surname was Fan before he became a monk, so he married a wife and had children in the name of Fan Yiyun, and settled down in the place where the ink and iron were stored. Fan Yiyun is also the ancestor of the Fan Nanjiang family. The family tradition of the Dharma Fist is the Taoist kung fu handed down by Yiyun Dao Chang, which has been continuously cultivated and perfected by generations of grandmasters, and has become a faction of its own. I don't know from that generation to name Famenquan.

According to the ancestors' will, in each generation of the Fan family, only the inheritance parents know the secret of pure yang ink iron, which is passed down from generation to generation. Fan Nanjiang's uncle Fan Wencheng was originally the parent of the previous generation, and he was extremely talented, and his internal cultivation was already a consummation of the Qi realm, and he had formed the Qi Sea Jindan. The level of kung fu is unprecedented.

There are many disciples under his uncle, many of whom are talented people, Fan Nanjiang also worships under his uncle to learn art, as the elder brother of this generation, when he is in his 20s, the prestige of martial arts has faintly been the head of the mantle. These two generations of artists are outstanding and talented, and I thought that my uncle could lead the Fa faction to carry forward and shake the rivers and lakes. However, on his uncle's 51st birthday, something happened that no one expected.

As a member of the faction, Zhang Luo, a disciple of his own disciple on his 51st birthday, held a grand birthday banquet. Since the uncle was reluctant to move to the hotel, the banquet was held in the Fan family's ancestral house. According to his uncle's explanation, this birthday banquet invited all the fellow Jianghu and the elders of each faction who were good friends with this faction. Even the Jianghu sect that has business dealings with the industry has been invited. In this way, with the influence of Famen Boxing in Jiangxi, there are no less than 1,000 guests!

Uncle is usually generous and very strict with his doormen. Honesty is the foundation of business everywhere, and there is a lot of care for the backward peers. Therefore, at his birthday banquet, all the invited guests were honored and paid tribute to their uncle.

The Fan family is a big family, with a prominent family background, and everyone naturally can't give away ordinary property and gifts. Therefore, the gifts given by the guests of each party on that day were mostly all kinds of rare treasures. Or the secret elixir of this school, or the extremely rare thousand-year-old ginseng and the like. However, the uncle didn't seem to care about these rare gifts, but only thanked him and accepted them one by one.

Fan Wencheng was busy greeting the elders of the various factions and paying respects to each other. Suddenly, the guest came to report, "Shen Wanzhou, a master of calligraphy and painting, sent someone to send a pair of birthday couplets." ”。 Fan Wencheng's face turned pale when he heard this, and he hurriedly retreated. I will be greeted outside the gate in person with my acquaintance. Fan Nanjiang was curious, a couplet is also worthy of his uncle's solemnity, so he also came out to see what was going on. I saw that the visitor was just a young man of the same age as himself, and he didn't talk much, but just said hello to his uncle and explained his intentions. He handed over the couplet to his uncle and left, saying that he was supposed to pass by the way to deliver gifts on behalf of others, so it was inconvenient to attend the banquet. Listening to the accent is Cantonese.

The uncle respectfully sent the young man away, and then watched as the disciples were about to paste the couplet. I saw that the 22 big characters on the red paper were mellow and vigorous: "Inheriting the thousand-year-old magic of the method and becoming famous all over the world; Horizontal batch: Purple gas comes from the east.

This couplet looks like it is singing praises to virtue, and it is carefully tasted, but it is quite consoling, as if it is to persuade Fan Wencheng to retreat bravely and go away with a smile. Look at the horizontal link "Purple Qi Comes from the East", which is not only auspicious, but also like an invitation. In short, this couplet and his uncle's performance today made Fan Nanjiang a little inexplicable.