On a moonlit night, a few dogs barked from time to time in the quiet village, Qin Shou wrapped himself in a thin coarse cloth shirt, and went to the slope of the village head with a flintlock pistol.

The wind was a little cold in the autumn night, Qin Shou, who did not have a palm lamp, could only walk in the dark, walked out of the village but saw a flickering fire on the rocks at the slope, Qin Shou, who hesitated for a while, quietly opened the safety of the flintlock pistol, and blocked the muzzle of the gun with a thin coarse cloth shirt and walked towards the firelight of the slope.

A person dressed as a Taoist priest sat on the slope rock, motionless with his back to the direction of the village entrance, looking at it from a distance as if he was asleep, Qin Shou's heavy steps were unaware, which made Qin Shou feel a little weird, wasn't he a martial arts master? Can't perceive your arrival?

Lao Dao was motionless and smiled like a bell: "Boy, you are here after all." ”

Qin Shou cheered up and was cautious, and the old man of unknown origin said: "Who are you?" If you come out of me, you won't let me accompany you to see the stars, will you? ”

Lao Dao paused slightly when he heard this, and then laughed and said, "Look at the stars? Hehe, no, no, the old man is not that elegant, boy, can you put away your Western weapons? ”

After Lao Dao finished speaking, he moved his body and turned around, only to see that he was about forty or fifty years old, with a ruddy complexion and elegant demeanor, wrapped in a green robe, his hair in a bun and locked hair, his feet on cotton shoes, and a cloth bag on his body, his eyes were shining like the morning star, and his momentum was like a rainbow and sitting like a mountain.

The old way saw through the Western firearms, Qin Shou was slightly stunned, and he was even more cautious about the old way in front of him, he didn't put away the flintlock pistol, the flintlock pistol was Qin Shou's life-saving weapon, and the old way in front of him was unknown, and it seemed that he was not a friend or foe.

The old way with slightly closed eyes, sometimes his eyes are shining, a little frivolous, a little calm, and a little obscene, and he looks at Qin Shou without shying away from it, as if he wants to see through Qin Shou's inner thoughts.

Lao Dao stroked the goat's beard and said with a magic name: "Immeasurable Tianzun, poor Taoist law name Zhang Zhenren, today secretly summoned the little brother, there is no other malice, and I hope that the little brother will be honest with each other and put away Western firearms." ”

Qin Shouniao didn't call himself Zhang Zhenren, and said in an arrogant tone: "Hehe, I have a bad problem, that is, I am overly cautious, I am not 100% sure, it is better to leave yourself a chance to live, let go if you have a fart, my brother is very sleepy now, and I want to go back to sleep." ”

Bananas, you barra, bad old man is very bad, I believe you chicken coop.

Be careful to make Qin Shou of the 10,000-year-old ship, the bird is not a bird, Zhang Zhenren is better than singing, nonsense, if he really puts down the flintlock pistol, what else is there for him to be afraid of? Since he knows Western weapons, it is certainly not simple.

Seeing that Qin Shou was so cautious, Zhang Zhenren nodded with his goat's whiskers, shook his head and sighed lightly and said, "Okay, little brother, you must have opened the baggage." ”

Qin Shou held the flintlock pistol tightly, and said without admitting or denying it: "So what? Isn't it? ”

Zhang Zhenren laughed when he heard this: "If it is, just play a gamble, if not, then it will be a burden that does not belong to you." ”

Qin Shou said disdainfully: "I can refuse...... Well, I take back the original words, how to bet? ”

Zhang Zhenren easily crushed the big rock of the slap, and the rocks that turned into ashes drifted away with the wind, this hand used the deterrent means of forced violence, and wanted to have a tough attitude Qin Shou, this old way is not simple, it is estimated that the flintlock pistol has not been shot and he has not yet laid down.

"Hehe......"

The old way laughed with the goat's whiskers, no matter how Qin Shou looked at it, he felt that this old way had bad intentions, since this old way had no malicious intentions, Qin Shou was relieved to put away the flintlock pistol, there was no need to make the atmosphere so tense.

Qin Shou, who put away the flintlock pistol, walked to the bonfire, and saw that Lao Dao was roasting a pheasant, and Qin Shou, who was a little hungry, was not polite, so he directly took it off and ate it at night, without paying any attention to the stunned Lao Dao.

After Zhang Zhenren came back to his senses, he gave a thumbs up and sighed lightly: "Yes, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, which is shameless enough, it seems that the poor road did not find the wrong person." ”

Qin Shou devoured disapprovingly: "Each other, each other, Dao Chief, what's the matter with me?" ”

Zhang Zhenren hesitated for a while and said, "Have you read the Yun Ji Seven Signature Sutra?" ”

Qin Shou didn't raise his head and said indignantly: "Look." ”

Zhang Zhenren stiffened his face, twitched the corners of his mouth a few times, silently recited the Heart Sutra several times, took a deep breath and said, "Since you have read it, do you want to learn it?" ”

Qin Shou, who was gobbling up, paused, and said with some joy that he wiped his oily mouth with his sleeve: "Will you?" ”

Zhang Zhenren said with a smile: "No, poor Taoism abstains from sex, but ......"

"And what are you comparing to each other? What though? Qin Shou, who was almost about to fall for it, felt a little furious when he was teased, but after the old way, Qin Shou seemed to feel that there was another drama.

Zhang Zhenren stroked the goat's whiskers again, looked at Qin Shou with interest and said with a smile: "But if you don't quit, the poor road can help you ......"

The old man's words scared Qin Shou a lot, and he took out his gun in a terrified manner: "What are you doing?" Why? I have normal interests and hobbies, and I don't do anything good about Longyang. ”

Zhang Zhenren twitched the corners of his mouth again, calmed down and coughed dryly: "Well, poor Dao is not good at that mouthful, this is exactly what Poor Dao wants to bet with." ”

Qin Shou, who was relieved, breathed a sigh of relief and said, "What's the matter?" Let's talk about it, and I'll think about it. ”

It's good that the old way is not Longyang's good, open your mouth and close your mouth to bet or something, Qin Shou is a little curious, what kind of medicine is sold in this old way gourd?

Zhang Zhenren said with a smile at the critical moment: "The secret of heaven must not be revealed, if you agree, the poor Dao can teach you the simple art of breathing, help you cultivate the Seven Signature Sutras of the Cloud Pipe, and pass on your skills for ten years." ”

Very tempting, the old words are very tempting, Qin Shou insisted on his principles and said: "Let's talk about what bets to see first, I'll think about it." ”

Zhang Zhenren stared at Qin Shou very seriously and said: "Protect the Yun Ji Seven Scripture, don't let Wei Zhongyuan snatch it back, otherwise, the Great Zhou will die, the hour is not early, are you ready?" ”

Before Qin Shou could come back to his senses, he was stunned and said, "What are you going to prepare?" You ......"

Without waiting for Qin Shou to finish speaking, Zhang Zhenren put one hand against Qin Shou's lower abdomen, and the warm airflow passed into Qin Shou's lower abdomen along Zhang Zhenren's palm, and the airflow entered the eight veins of the Qi Jing for a moment, Qin Shou felt that there were ants crawling in the meridians, crispy and numb, hot and stinging, this is the transmission of gong?

Zhang Zhenren recited while crossing the gong: "I have memorized the art of spitting, I don't listen to my ears, but I listen to my heart, I don't listen to my heart, and I listen to my breath, and between heaven and earth, it is still like a sword, and it is empty and unyielding......"

Under the guidance of Zhang Zhenren, Qin Shou was ignorant and understood the essentials, and under the guidance of Zhang Zhenren's sweating profusely, the air flow that crossed into his body made Qin Shou's lower abdomen bulge and round, and finally slowly spit out the turbidity in his body.

Under Zhang Zhenren's guidance over and over again, the tingling muscles and veins gradually disappeared, and he only felt comfortable and full of strength, and a quarter of an hour passed, Qin Shou was silent in the subtle technique of breathing, unable to extricate himself......