The red leaves of Wushan fall with the wind, scattered in front of the door of the small building, scattered, and appear to be quiet and fresh in the small building, which has a sense of depression. The door of the small building could not be opened, Wei Dubai followed the weaving to step forward, the weaving raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door, and after a while, someone behind the door said hello and said: "At the beginning of the summer, you will also bring someone to look for me, which is rare." ”

Knowing what he meant, he allowed her to come in, pushed open the door and walked in.

There is only one person in the small building, wearing a white plain shirt, a black robe, a brocade long belt, and a broom to clean alone. The building was very spacious and clean, and the floor was spotless, anyway, Wei Dubai couldn't understand what he was sweeping.

The whole building is renovated in only black and white, mostly white screens painted with ink pens, or from the beams hanging down a lot of plain silk, on which are written some words, presumably this crane Danqing, as its name suggests, is a deeply cultivated Confucian guest.

He Danqing gently placed the broom in front of the black wooden pillar, turned around, and when facing the two of them, Wei Dubai found that his eyes were not spiritual, and even a little empty. Wei Mubai couldn't help blinking his eyes and asked, "No offense, is your lord's eye wrong?" ”

He Danqing smiled calmly and said: "It's okay, it's indeed as you can see, Feng Yatang has four seats, Shenzhou wonderful pen, pouring ink and pouring pond He Danqing, in fact, is an ordinary blind man." ”

Wei Mubai couldn't help but say: "Isn't it very uncomfortable not to see your own works?"

He Danqing said with a smile: "As long as you are willing to pay attention, you will find that there are actually many reasons to be happy in life, my calligraphy and painting itself is not for myself to see, others can see it, and get joy from it, I will feel very happy and wonderful." ”

Wei Mubai respected him, for this great view and mind.

Wei Mubai then asked, "Little cricket, you brought me here to paint a portrait of me, what do you mean by that?"

Although He Danqing is blind, but his heart is transparent, he is very familiar with the position of a table and a chair in the building, he walked to a camphor wood horizontal table, spread out a roll of white paper, and gently stroked: "The origin of all things, gods, ghosts, heavens, earth, people, demons, monsters, and beasts, enter the Confucian Sect Fengyatang, and they must draw the origin and judge the martial arts." ”

"Draw the original element and judge the martial vein?"

Wei Dubai's doubts surprised He Danqing: "People who want to enter the Confucian Sect, don't they still know the origin and haven't heard of the martial arts?"

Worriedly, he said: "This son has not cultivated, and he has never heard of how to practice. ”

He Danqing smiled gently: "I see, let me explain it to you briefly." His hand left the blank paper, and slowly said: "The essence of this world is actually [Dao] and [Yuan], water droplets and stones wear, the transformation of the sun and the moon, the transformation of heaven and reason, all are Tao, this must not be difficult to understand, and Yuan, is the essence of vitality, the Yuan is divided into gods, ghosts, heaven, earth, people, demons, demons, beasts, taking human Yuan as an example, the essence of human energy and spirit are all from Yuan, as long as it is a person, the body is like a perfect small world, there is a steady stream of Yuan circulation. But cultivators, can condense their own Yuan as they like, do more things, for people in Shenzhou, Ning Yuan can practice outside the family, can also condense Qi into a formation, and for Western Martial Arts, Ning Yuan can turn into magic and change elements. ”

Wei Mubai listened to the clouds, as if he understood a little, but also didn't seem to understand at all, and then asked, "Then what is the martial vein?"

He Danqing said: "The martial vein is the key to the cultivation of Shenzhou cultivators, people are divided into body, spirit body and gong body, the strength of the body represents the degree of health, the strength of the spirit body represents the strength of the spirit, and the strength of the body represents the strength of cultivation, in fact, these three are visible, but the latter two are only seen when the strength is extremely high. Wu Mai, the name of Xi Wulin may be slightly different, and the difference with Yuan is that not everyone has Wu Mai, as I just said, recognize the body is a perfect small world, Wu Mai is like mountains and rivers, you can condense the Yuan into the sea, for your own use, it can be said that with Wu Mai, you are qualified to practice. ”

Wei Mubai nodded and said, "When you say that, I think it's a bit of an image." ”

He Danqing said: "Confucianism is the three major missionaries in Shenzhou, and the requirements for the people it receives are naturally extremely high, if the quality of the martial arts is low, then ...... The path of cultivation requires a lot of painstaking work. Wei Mubai, the purpose of your coming to me is actually to draw out your martial veins and bring them to Fengyatang as the standard for Confucianism. ”

In fact, to put it bluntly, it is equivalent to an introductory exam.

Wei mute smiled: "Kong Shengxian said that there is no class in teaching, and Feng Yatang's approach is not very in line with the rules. ”

He Danqing said with a smile: "This is true, but the situation is different, Confucianism is naturally teaching by word and deed, and the teachings of the six arts, but the cultivation method, if there is not even the most basic martial arts, it is tantamount to asking for fish from the wood." ”

Wei Mubai was noncommittal, and continued to ask, "How do you want to draw my martial vein?"

He Danqing picked up the paintbrush in his hand, pointed to a soft wooden chair in the hall with the other hand, and said, "Then please rest on the chair for a while and relax your spirits." ”

Sorry for weaving knowing the rules of Crane Danqing, he said softly: "I'll wait outside." She glanced at Wei Dubai, knowing that he was actually a little nervous now, and said, "Don't worry, just sleep for a while." With that, he went out of the building.

Wei Mubai was lying on the soft chair, the surrounding environment changed suddenly, the original wooden chair actually became a couch in the present world, there was a fireplace erected next to the chair, the flame in the fireplace was rising, warm and pleasant, and the ground was also covered with a red velvet blanket.

How did this room become exactly the same as the pastor's room in the church where I grew up?

He Danqing heard the crying in his ears, and said softly: "Isn't it deeply touched, this chair can be adjusted to your most comfortable state, although I can't see it, but it must be a very warm place, very reassuring place." ”

Wei felt every corner of the church room, and he just wanted to be in the chair forever and never get up again.

He Danqing picked up the paintbrush, polished the ink on the inkstone with the other hand, and said, "Then, I'll start." ”

He drew a line on the palm of his hand, and when he turned his palm down, blood actually flowed from the horizontal line, dripping on the scroll, like plum blossoms blooming on the scroll.

At the same time, Wei Mubai was already asleep in the chair.

But in his hazy consciousness, there was a kind of clear sweet spring dripping in his mouth, and he tasted it, his lips and teeth were fragrant, and his throat was sweet and refreshing, and he couldn't help but open his mouth to drink more.

Every drop of Crane Danqing's blood, Wei Dubai "drank" a drop of spring water.

Just when He Danqing felt that the Yuan Blood was enough and was about to withdraw his hand, a strange scene happened, and the picture scroll seemed to have a powerful force, firmly controlling his hand, making him unable to move!

At the same time, the hand holding the paintbrush began to go wild, and the wolf was tearing and waving on the scroll, and he had no idea what he was drawing!

What's even more terrifying is that the blood in the palm of the palm can't be stopped, and it flows more and more, faster and faster!

He Danqing sweated on his forehead: "It's not a good thing!"