Jiang Dechang is in his rivers and lakes, and to be honest, he can only be regarded as a fledgling, but among these three people, he can be regarded as an old man with exquisite faces. The personnel and the knowledge of the world, there is a family history and personal experience. With his old and serious opinion, he also suggested that Lin Chu take Aji to Dongguan, and the boss was even more determined. That's fine, the forward general of the year and the personal guard, Meng is not out of focus.

It's just that people are good at gathering and dispersing in the rivers and lakes, and Brother Shui is good at making a living, Aji's idea is to spend ten days and a half months, at most a month, to close the case at hand and then go. Lin Chuyi didn't say anything, he definitely wouldn't wait that long, so it was okay, he was already worried, how would he not mistakenly teach Aji to practice martial arts when he got there, and not let outsiders find out that he had too much intersection with him.

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In the Internet era, shocking news spreads quickly. Later that day, local officials made headlines about the discovery of the former Qing rebels' hidden treasures. Among the treasures found this time, there are very few cultural relics of the past dynasties, only a few official seals of the state government and a few jade carvings; the others are all gold and silver beads, rare treasures, and even rare local tributes in the world are not a few. According to the current average auction price of the auction house, it is estimated to be worth more than 10 billion.

"Bang", in a simple and elegant calligraphy and painting studio in Dongguan, a good Shanlian Huzhou sheep was photographed on the wide class platform with ink. The furnishings on the stage are elegant, and the ink and pen of the inkstone on the end of the rice paper are readily available, which are all rare treasures. The old man, who was still writing a big picture with this pen just now, had a pale face and did not say a word, standing quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass on the whole side. A middle-aged man of about forty years old, dressed in a straight suit and shiny leather shoes, but with an earth-colored face, stood blankly on the edge of a banner of rice paper stained with pen and ink.

The banner on the table of the class reads "Oriental Canglong, Zhiren to Ling, between the horns and tails, Hehu Mingting, Qingyi Cangyu, Rite Shrine Weisu, meandering, to descend Jingfu", the font is vigorous and simple, the pen is profound, it should be a good work, but it has not had time to pay, but it has been thrown by the old man on it.

"Wen Hui, have you found out about Wei Yongding's family background?" the old man finally spoke.

This middle-aged man named Wen Hui was silent, he knew that he had already told the old man more than once.

"I'd like to hear it again. The old man still blushed, and his tone did not seem to be very stern.

"The situation of Wei Yongding's family has indeed been investigated before. Moreover, his cousin and cousin, although they have kung fu, they together cannot be Wenguang's opponent at all, not to mention that there are experienced Xiaodao disciples to pick them up.

The treasure must have been found by a few of them, but when these people arrived at the place where the treasure was hidden, they all suddenly evaporated like the world. The other party must also be a master, in my opinion, I'm afraid its strength ......" Wen Hui wanted to speak and stopped.

The old man waved his hand and said, "I'm afraid that the strength is not under the teacher, right? You don't need to be taboo, you can say whatever you want." ”

Wen Hui's face was slightly relaxed, and he said: "Master, Senior Brother Shen Ye of the Northern Black Mountain Hall came to Dongguan to tell me about the calculation and robbery of the Taiji Gate master in the Yunkai Da area. The person who showed up to fight on the other side was called Mo Yu, and there were also masters behind him to help, according to the memories of Senior Brother Shen Ye in the north, the cultivation of the two was comparable. If it is a fair one-man fight, Senior Brother Shen can win, but the two of them are working together, if it is not for the other party's mercy, I am afraid it will be difficult for him to get out. ”

The old man said: "It's not these two people, if Shen Ye is telling the truth, these two people can win against Liang Wenguang and Xiaodao, not to mention, it is even more impossible to do it so cleanly." ”

Wen Hui said: "I mean Taijimen, maybe the elders of these two people. ”

The old man pondered for a long time and said: "The Taiji Gate has long ceased to exist, and those few grandmasters who have been passed down sporadically have disappeared from the rivers and lakes for decades, and it can be said that they have not appeared since the change of heaven. If it is one of the several grandmasters, it is reasonable. Otherwise, it only says another thing. ”

"What's the matter?" Wen Hui hurriedly asked.

"We did it ourselves. The old man looked at Wen Hui and said, his eyes were like torches, and he was so uncomfortable that he could see that he was quite indignant when he heard this.

The old man seemed to see Wen Hui's emotions, and said softly: "Wen Hui, Wen Guang is your younger brother." This kind of thing happened to him, I know you are very sad, and you feel good for the teacher. In terms of cultivation as talent, he is higher than you, but in terms of mental strategy, he is not as good as you. It's up to you to investigate this matter thoroughly. Before you find out, you'd better be careful with your dual-culture club. On the ground of Dongguan, I am not afraid that someone can serve it, but don't let people grab the handle. ”

This old man is the hall master of the East China Sea Hall of the Wuji Gate. And this middle-aged man is Liang Wenguang's brother Liang Wenhui. He said very reasonably, with Lin Chu's cultivation more than a month ago, he secretly followed Liang Wenguang into the cave, and I am afraid that he would have been discovered a long time ago. And Liang Wenguang's kung fu is not under Shen Ye, and Lin Chuyi may not be an opponent.

What he didn't know was that Lin Chuyi had the guidance of the two great masters at the same time, Li Lan and Lu Shicheng, plus the fact that he was a rare talent, cultivated in Dalun Mountain for a month, and broke through the imperial qi level in one fell swoop, which was comparable to the cultivation of ordinary people in the past ten years. His realm at this time was more than one order higher than Liang Wenguang.

Don't look at the difference of just the first order, the difference between the innate Dao and the cultivation, the higher the level, the difference in its strength is like the difference between a young adult and a child.

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Xinjiang, in the city of Kashgar, a stone alley, an old mansion with countless vicissitudes on the wall. This is a tea shop that has been in business for an unknown number of years. It is said that this stone-paved alley was a necessary place on the Silk Road in those days. Hundreds of years ago, some large caravans across continents also collected tea, silk and other goods from small inland caravans here, and then transported them to the Middle East and various parts of Europe to sell. Many foreign commodities are also distributed here and wholesaled to mainland traders.

This very secret tea shop, of course, does not have such an ancient history, but this mansion at least still has some remnants of the charm of those years. In a small room in the inner hall of the tea shop, a strong man in his fifties, with short hair and thick hair and a beard like a halberd, sat precariously on an old sour branch wooden sofa. Even when he is sitting, he can still give people a kind of coercion like a mountain, not just because he is tall, but with a casual look, he has a kind of spirit that looks at all beings and is high.

The bearded man was not drinking tea, but a crystal clear glass cup in his hand, filled with a small half glass of wine.

On the side of the coffee table in front of him, a young man with a grim face stood with his head down. The young man also has short hair, shorter than the strong man's, showing a blue scalp, a slightly copper-colored face, a little resolute, a little delicate. It could be seen that the young man was in awe of the bearded man.

The bearded man took a sip of wine and ordered the young man to sit down on a single-seater sofa on the side.

"What do you think of Dongguan over there?" the strong man's slow and deep voice was a little out of line with his rough and majestic appearance.

The young man put his palms on his knees, leaned forward slightly, and said a little restrainedly: "The disciple has not been in the world for a long time, and he is not deeply involved in the world, so he does not dare to speak out about the actions of the senior brothers. ”

The bearded man glanced at him and said in a deep voice: "You should treat them as strangers, not brothers, and tell me your opinion." It doesn't matter if it's right or wrong, I just want to hear an outsider's opinion. Of course, you can't find a real outsider to talk about this kind of thing, so it's best for you to talk about it. ”

The short-haired young man became more and more restrained, in fact, he also implied a look of eagerness to try, but he still didn't dare to say more, and thought about it: "It's a bit of a rush for quick success, and now the tail is too big to fall, I'm afraid I have to make a trade-off." ”

The bearded man said: "Don't think it's Master's business, if it's your own business, it has nothing to do with me." If so, how do you choose?"

The short-haired young man raised the back of his hand and wiped the corner of his forehead, a little embarrassed, but he knew the master's temper well, pursed his lips, as if he had made a lot of determination, and said: "That area is a place where wealth is rolling, and the industry is a long-term stream, and it is a century-old plan to do a good job." Disciple Dougu, if it were mine, I would slowly strip out this part and slowly put it into the hands of a safe person. As for the other parts, since the tail is too big to fall, it can also be allowed to develop, and the Ming Li appeases and supports, but the benefits must be cashed out one by one to speed up the turnover and return; Even if something happens, it won't break your bones. ”

The bearded man said: "What do you think about the so-called Taiji Gate?"

The short-haired young man said: "The disciple's cultivation is shallow, and he doesn't dare to speak out. However, for the sect, although it may be able to cause some damage, it is not a climate, and there is no need to clean it up; ”

The bearded man looked at this young and restrained disciple, nodded slightly, and said, "Very good, you have only been in the beginner for more than three years, although you have outstanding talent, but your Dao cultivation is still so much worse than your senior brothers." Speaking of the experience of the rivers and lakes, it is almost a blank slate. It is also very gratifying to have such an insight. I support doing what you say, and I support it. But one thing to keep in mind is that you can't take your time, look at the right time, and act decisively. What needs to be stripped away can be used to create some opportunities, even if it will sacrifice some people and some interests. ”

The short-haired young man was taken aback, and when the master said this to himself, he vaguely guessed what it meant! The bearded man nodded his head affirmatively and said, "Yes, this matter is for you to do." I don't have anything else to explain, just don't look down on yourself. ”

Beads of sweat finally oozed from the young man's face, and there was a long road ahead, including the hidden dragon and the crouching tiger, as well as the righteousness of the same family......

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Although Li Gong is deeply respected by the villagers in the village, he is a lonely old man. His house was a small two-and-a-half-story building, with one living room and three rooms on each floor. On the first floor, an additional cottage was built as a kitchen, leaving a dining room and two rooms. The living room on the first floor is the clinic, and the other room is used as a pharmacy. On weekdays, except for the occasional visit to the clinic, no one will come to his room to see him. Only a few people such as Lin Chuyi have entered the kitchen, and as for the other room on the first floor and the second floor, no one has ever entered.

At this time, the house was in Lin Chuyi's hands, the pharmacy had been emptied, and all the traditional Chinese medicine that had been retained was sent to the clinic in the outer village. He pushed open the door to another room on the first floor, and it was empty. The floor is a floor paved with golden silk nanmu, half a foot higher than the floor of the living room, like a table. The whole floor is painted with Tai Chi Bagua patterns with potatoes and blue indigo, and the yin and yang fish are naturally in the center.

The position of the yin and yang fish is particularly smooth and smooth, and I think it is Li Lan's perennial meditation. It stands to reason that in such a mountain village, the perennial humidity is very heavy, and ordinary people do not dare to use wooden floors to decorate, which is easy to be corroded and moth-eaten. However, the golden silk nanmu is different, not only its natural wood fragrance has the effect of calming the mind and benefiting the brain, but the wood itself also has the effect of channeling the earth's qi, and it is not rotten for thousands of years. It is most suitable to meditate and practice on this platform.

The location of the house is also a branch of Dalun Mountain, and it is full of vitality. Lin Chuyi went to Li Lan's secret room every night to meditate and cultivate, and before he knew it, another week had passed; whether it was skill cultivation or consciousness induction, he felt that his skill was getting deeper and purer, but there was no breakthrough.

In the blink of an eye, it is the second half of the first month, the weather is getting warmer, and the mountain village is full of birds and flowers, and spring is in full swing. This night, Lin Chuyi was in the secret room, and he was not in a hurry to practice, but sat lazily on the platform, bored. People say that spring is sleepy and autumn is lacking, and he feels that this is too reasonable, just like his favorite children's song in his childhood, "Spring is not a day to read, summer is a hot day to sleep." There are many mosquitoes in autumn and cold in winter, hang up your schoolbag and wait for next year".

At this moment, he is the same virtue as he was back then, half-closed eyes, listening to the noisy insects and frogs in the mountains and rivers and fields outside; the chirping of insects seems to be a game; one time the insects are louder, the other is the frog language is clearer; occasionally there is one or two nightingales to make a scene. Lin Chuyi felt quite interesting, but he simply didn't settle down, didn't use his spiritual sense, let it go, and gradually got carried away.

Heaven and earth seem to have no self, and there is no sense of seeing and hearing, so there is only this sound of ten thousand sounds. By the canal in front of the door, a green bamboo frog squatted on a leaf. A rice gall mosquito flew in and landed on a blade of grass two feet away. The bamboo frog suddenly jumped up, shot out its arrow, and licked its long tongue with it, and the rice gall mosquito on the blade of grass had reached its mouth. Its jaw puffed out, and the delicious taste in its mouth swallowed in its stomach.

The leaves of the tree where the frog had squatted before, and the blades of grass without the rice gall mosquitoes, were still trembling slightly, playing with the gentle breeze and making a slight sound. Ah, by the way, how could I see all this and hear it so clearly when I was in the secret room. Lin Chu suddenly woke up, but he didn't leave his mind, and continued to collect his mind and sense it carefully. The vegetable leaves in the backyard sucked the water from the mist, and the sound of the joints growing high sneered......

Forget to make a trade-off, break through the barrier of knowledge, it turns out that this is the wonder of divine sense!

Originally, the master had said that he needed to go to the realm of spiritual platform to refine in order to break through the barrier of knowledge. And now that he not only has divine sense, but even the barrier of perception has broken through in advance, what is the reason, Lin Chuyi is not clear. It's just that this feeling is very mysterious, and he continues to maintain his consciousness and meditate, and he oblivion himself when he looks at this natural nature in the secret room. When I opened my eyes again, it was already dawn.