7. Jinyi travels to the mountains and rivers at night

Xiang Tiancheng listened to Zhang Baiseng's light words and pondered slightly, Chen Changge and the two looked at each other, and the drunken monk Jirong didn't like to bite the words on these trivial matters.

"Liu Gongzi, what do you think of life?" Zhang Baiseng ignored Xiang Tiancheng, and asked Liu Yuanshan as soon as he spoke.

Liu Yuanshan was choked by the sudden question, hesitated, and said with a smile: "I am a cheesy person, I always feel that this life is not happy and hateful, I am equipped with an iron sword, I kill people when I look at it, I cut my hands and drink wine, raise my hands and be frightened, come and go in the wind and rain, step on the tide of the North Sea and climb to the top of Mount Tai, no one in the world can resist my edge, my reputation is like dung, and the benevolent and righteous ridicule me and ridicule." Raise your hands and feet to step on a thousand mountains, sleep with blood on your head when you are sleepy, in short, you want to be the first in the world, which no one dares to provoke. ”

Zhang Baiseng nodded slightly, and asked Chen Changge again: "Changge, what do you think?"

"I can't say it, everything makes sense, it's not good to impose anything, just feel at ease. "Chen Changge has been accustomed to being a crazy monk who does what he wants since he was a child, and he is not suitable for putting some shackles on his body.

"What do you think, Gongzi Xiang?" Zhang Baiseng finally asked Xiang Tiancheng.

"When you live up to your seven-foot body, protect the territory and the people, be able to secure the land and mountains, and protect your wife, children and parents. Xiang Tiancheng raised his head and said, full of pride.

"Now that the war in the north is chaotic, the barbarians are messing with our land, the common people are fleeing, and the beacon fire in Kyushu is rekindled, and the blocks in my chest are uneven, and the blood is hard to extinguish. There was a fire rising in Xiang Tiancheng's eyes.

"What about protecting the family and defending the country?" Zhang Baiseng asked again.

"The knot in my heart is here, I can't see the barbarians running rampant in Kyushu, eating my Qianyuan people like fish and meat, and plundering my Qianyuan land like a corridor. I think that if future generations say that there is no man in the whole country, they will only give the land to others. What is the face of my generation of men?" said this, Xiang Tiancheng choked with tears in his eyes, and his heart was painful.

Ji Rong, a drunken monk who was originally drinking by himself, squinted at Xiang Tiancheng, who was distressed, and his originally cloudy eyes were rarely clear.

In the middle of the night, Chen Changge was drunk and asleep, and the slightly drunk Xiang Tiancheng and Liu Yuanshan helped each other to leave the broken temple.

Zhang Baiseng looked at the backs of the two of them leaving under the moon, the broken temple was originally a remote boundary of Xiongzhou City, the wilderness was empty, and there was only Xiang Tiancheng's drunken poetry in the night sky.

"You don't see, the wind in Kyushu goes to the same fire. ”

"You don't see, the barbarian tiger and wolf are evil. ”

"You don't see, the strong man goes to die for his family and country. ”

"You don't see, you don't have to be in trouble at night. ”

"Once the barbarians rebelled in the Central Plains, the scholars ran to the Confucian people and wept. ”

"Kyushu doesn't see a child's heart, and Xiao Xiao has never been a poet. ”

"The pen is not as affectionate as the place, and it is difficult to protect the mountains and rivers on the horse. ”

"I am poor and have no long things, how dare I lose the country if I am humble. ”

The drunken monk Ji Rong appeared next to Zhang Baiseng, and also looked at the back of the two teenagers leaving, his face was no longer playful, and he said: "This son has a bit of arrogance." ”

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The next day, before dawn, Xiang Tiancheng wore a brocade robe and dragged a horse out of the house and rode northward alone.

A young man in brocade clothes rode a white horse to a remote and dilapidated temple, placed a letter at the temple gate, turned around and left.

The horse walked slowly for three or five steps, and the sound of the temple door opening and closing behind him, a streamer swept out and landed in front of the horse, and the streamer dispersed, and a simple long sword and a worn-out book fell to the ground.

Xiang Tiancheng turned over and dismounted, and Zhang Baiseng's voice came from the void and sounded in his ears: "You can't defend your family and defend the country without anything, cultivate according to the records in the book, and take this sword to calm the barbarians." ”

Xiang Tiancheng looked back, the temple door had long been closed, the young man in brocade had a resolute look in his eyes, stretched out his hand to kneel in his robe, kowtowed three times in the direction of the broken temple, rode a horse, hung a long sword at his waist, and went north.

In the broken temple, Zhang Baiseng took back the letter and put it next to Chen Changge's pillow, thinking about the resolute back of the distant journey in the dark night, and his heart was slightly cold.

'It's rare to have a pure heart. ’

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When Chen Changge saw the letter, it was already bright and bright, there were few crosses on the letter, most of them were tragic words, although the words were full of twilight, but this was not the heroic spirit of ambition, Chen Changge thought of his friends and went to Tianmen Pass, and pondered for a long time.

In the middle of the night, Chen Changge walked out of the quiet room, and the white-clothed master was already waiting in the courtyard, leaning over the stone table, the wolf pen in his hand waved, and said softly without looking back: "Read?"

"Looked. Chen Changge nodded and said, since the cold dew refining the body, the body has become stronger and stronger, and now the early winter in Xiongzhou is already cold and windy, and Chen Changge, who is dressed in thin white, does not feel cold at all.

"Grinding. "After that, Zhang Baiseng's wolf pen in his hand danced like a dragon flying white water, wide open and closed, the pen was full of swords and swords, and the words left under the pen were like living things, dancing wildly with the pen, and Chen Changge was in a trance.

A stick of incense, Zhang Baiseng stopped writing, the four-foot green sandalwood Xuanyue has a thousand words, the small characters are like mosquitoes and flies, but they do not lose the strength of the bones.

Chen Changge's grinding hand had already stopped, staring at the words on the four-foot Qingtan Xuan, more than a thousand small characters danced wildly with the pen, although it was a still life at the moment, between the lines there was a big wave crashing on the reef like a destructive momentum, there was also a flying eagle like a clever meaning, like a fish jumping over the dragon gate tiger lying on the mountain, but also like stepping on the ape monkey to move, just more than a thousand words have a desolate artistic conception pouring thousands of miles, and there is also a majestic air machine that turns into a dragon.

After a long time, Chen Changge came back to his senses, and there was only a thousand-character text in front of him with dry ink, how could he have seen the thousands of weather before.

"How much do you remember?" Zhang Baiseng asked when he saw Chen Changge wake up from his mysterious senses.

"It's like I've memorized a rough idea, and I don't feel like I'll know anything. Chen Changge tried hard to recall the great weather that flashed in his mind just now.

"Write as you remember. Zhang Baiseng handed the wolf pen in his hand to Chen Changge.

Chen Changge took the fine pen and filled it with ink, and started to write, although it was not as sharp as the master's pen, it was also strong and square, and he stopped just writing three or four words, smacking and feeling slightly shaking his head and saying: "Master, the pen is a little shorter." ”

"Write on the ground with this, I can see it clearly. Zhang Baiseng's toes picked up a half-zhang long dead branch, and the branch mixed with the strong wind rushed towards Chen Changge, Chen Changge reached out and held the flying branch and subconsciously flipped his wrist to disperse the strong wind on the branch.

Chen Changge flipped his wrist and waved the branch, gestured dozens of times on the ground, and stopped again.

"It's short. ”

Zhang Baiseng's hand was bulging, and the flat pole in the distance was shattered in response to the sound, and the thick flat pole in the middle flew straight towards Chen Changge's front door, and shouted softly: "Write in the air." ”

Chen Changge didn't have time to shock the master in white's unique ability to take things from the air, the flat burden had arrived in front of him, the young man in white reached out to hold the tail end of the flat burden, but was dragged by the flying flat pole, and his wrist suddenly forced, drawing a circle and arc in the air, holding the flat burden with both hands, and waving it wantonly in the air.

A zhang long flat shoulder flipped back and forth in Chen Chang singer, waving the strong wind hunting sound, fast and slow round and wishful, slow like mountains and rivers lying quietly, urgent like thunder and agitation, although the pace is scattered, but there is also a bit of pouring meaning of the east flow of the big river.

The drunken monk Ji Rong in the front hall was attracted by the whistling wind from the backyard, and sat by the door with a wine gourd in his hand, his eyes full of the flipped figure of the young man in white.

Chen Changge closed his eyes and felt wantonly waving according to his memory, and suddenly a majestic picture of a big wave crashing on the reef flashed in his mind, the monstrous waves roared from afar, slamming on the abrupt reef on the shore, the young man in white suddenly opened his eyes, the flat arm in his hand was buzzing, and there was a faint rippling air, the flat arm that was originally waving quickly suddenly stagnated, pointing obliquely to the sky, the young man in white jumped up a foot distance, the two sleeves of the white robe were blown by the strong wind, and the flat arm in his hand slapped to the ground.

The wooden flat pole was shattered inch by inch, and the bluestone ground that had been trampled on for many years had fine marks and cracks, Chen Changge looked at the broken bluestone ground in front of him and gasped, his hands trembling slightly.

The front hand was barely similar in more than 100 styles, and there was a hint of god-like taste on the ground with the last blow, and Zhang Baiseng's eyes flashed with a different color, and he said, "Yes, remember this feeling?"

Before Chen Changge could speak, the sloppy monk on the side started to scold: "Not a bad fart, his steps are vain, and he ruined his teacher." ”

The drunken monk Jirong stood up as he spoke, flipped his palm, and the broken wood that was originally scattered all over the place was sucked into the old monk's hand, and with a flick of his fingers, the broken wood in his palm fell on the bluestone ground in order.

The old monk walked forward step by step, stepping on the broken wood that had just landed, and one step was a tree, floating up, and asked, "Can the fool see clearly?"

Without waiting for Chen Changge to answer, the old monk lifted the wine gourd and hit it, Chen Changge subconsciously retreated to dodge, the old monk came like a maggot with a bone in an instant, and the wine gourd came to the door again.

Seeing that Chen Changge's pace was sloppy, the old monk Jirong opened his mouth and drank: "Three steps southeast." ”

"Two steps to the west. ”

"One step east. ”

"Take four steps back to the south. ”

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Chen Changge subconsciously followed the direction of the master's mouth to dodge, and after more than ten steps, he was not as flustered as before, distracted and smacked the steps under his feet, and vaguely felt a wonderful feeling rising in his heart.

In the afternoon, the young man in white was chased and beaten by the sloppy monk carrying the wine gourd, and occasionally the young man in white took a few steps like a dragonfly and water, but after all, he could not get rid of the wine gourd in the monk's hand.

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Qianyuan divided the territory of the world into Kyushu, in addition to the Saibei Xiongzhou and the adjacent eastern Anzhou, there are seven states left, of which the place where the imperial city is located is named Zhongzhou.

Yuanzhou is adjacent to the central state of Qianyuan, it is the land of Xishu, 700 years ago it was conscripted by the first emperor, included in the land of Qianyuan, sitting on the source of the Yellow River, the mountains are dangerous, the rivers are wanton, the mountains and rivers are beautiful and extremely Qianyuan, and Yuanzhou is rich in Qingliu celebrities.

Changling County, Yuanzhou, out of the city to the east is the Tsing Yi River, the original name of the Tsing Yi River is Qingyuan River, a hundred zhang wide, across the two states of Yuan Yong, it is rumored that the heavy rain did not stop thousands of years ago, the people on both sides of the embankment are in danger, a Tsing Yi immortal came by the rainbow, a sword cut the estuary, the original turbulent water potential went down, the people on both sides of the river were saved from the disaster of the ocean, and the later literati changed the name of this place to the Tsing Yi River, and the children of Yuan Yong and the two states therefore loved Tsing Yi more.

The east of Changling County is a branch of the Tsing Yi River, there is no monstrous wave to rush so far, the clear river water ripples, there is a high tower by the river, there are few people on weekdays, every three years, there are dozens of monks who are dressed in robes to get the Tao here, and a stay is ten years.

A burly monk dressed in a red robe walked to the tower with an iron stick in his hand and chanted the Buddha's name.

"Longyan Temple, Dingyi Zen Master arrived. Shami shouted into the tower.