Oishi Village, West Village Entrance.

The morning light exudes a faint warmth, the white curtain is still hanging in the courtyard, and the villagers with a little sadness start a busy day, and it is impossible for the living to stop working for the dead.

Zhang Yi wore a shabby Dao Po, held a broken iron sword in his hand, and walked into the village calmly.

On the side of the road, a few children in shabby cotton jackets, with snot, holding yellowed wowo heads in their hands, are chewing seriously, as if they are delicious in the world, and the food is very sweet.

Zhang Yi walked to a thatched house on the side of the road, looked around, with Zhang Yi as the center, at 9 o'clock, there was a straw shed, under the straw shed was a simple stove, and the heat on the stove was churning; At 12 o'clock, facing the gate of the thatched house, under the eaves of which dry firewood and black charcoal were piled up; At 1 o'clock, several wooden strip chairs are neatly placed together; At 3 o'clock there was a large pile of split wood; It is surrounded by a bamboo fence.

Zhang Yi looked at the familiar scene, tightened the shabby robe on his body, found the bamboo fence gate, knocked on the door, and said loudly: "Is anyone at home?" Anybody home? ”

An old woman opened the door of the thatched house with a slight tremble, and walked out hesitantly, with slightly cloudy eyes, through the fence, glanced at Zhang Yi's Taoist robe, a trace of brilliance appeared in her eyes, and asked serenely: "This Taoist chief, I don't know what to order?" ”

Zhang Yi smiled slightly, "Old man, the poor road passes through your land, and the weather is slightly cold, so I want to ask the old man for hot water to go to the cold." ”

The old woman smiled, "Wait a minute, the old body will be ready for you." ”

The old woman turned around and walked to the direction of 9 o'clock, picked up a small brown bowl, scooped up a bowl of gruel from the pot, walked to the door, opened the door, and said enthusiastically: "Dao Chief, come in and sit down and drink a bowl of hot porridge to warm your body." ”

Zhang Yi took the hot porridge in the old woman's hand and said with a smile: "Thank you old man." ”

The old woman brought a bench and said with a smile, "Dao Chief, please take a seat." ”

Zhang Yi took a sip of hot porridge slightly, white hot porridge, a few grains of white rice floating, raised his head, and looked at the enthusiastic old woman, "Old man, disturb." ”

The old woman hurriedly waved her hand and said with a smile: "Don't disturb, don't disturb." ”

Zhang Yi paused, looked at the old woman with soft eyes, and asked, "Old man, have you seen two Taoist priests passing through here recently?" ”

The old woman nodded, "Two days ago, there was indeed a Qingxu Daoist who was sick for me, I wonder if it was the person the Daoist was looking for?" ”

Zhang Yi smiled: "Exactly, I don't know where Qingxu is at this time?" ”

The old woman shook her head, "I don't know about the old body, but my son is more familiar with the Qingxu Daoist, and when my son comes back, the Daoist can ask the Qingxu Daoist where he is." ”

The old woman paused and asked, "I don't know what the relationship between the chief and the head of the Qingxu Dao is?" ”

Zhang Yi said with a smile: "Poor Dao Yixuan, Qingxu is my nephew." ”

The old woman immediately thanked her: "It turned out to be the elder of Engong, please accept my worship." ”

Zhang Yi hurriedly supported the old woman with his left hand, and said hurriedly: "I don't dare to be such a big gift as an elder, and the poor Taoist nephew has received the old man's gratitude." ”

The old woman was a little ashamed, glanced at the porridge in Zhang Yi's right hand, and said ashamedly: "Dao Chang wait, I'll go to Dao Chang to prepare some food." ”

Zhang Yi let go of his left hand and said with a smile: "A bowl of hot porridge is enough." ”

……

"Mother......

Dogan walked in with a smile on his face carrying a bamboo basket, glanced at Zhang Yi who was sitting on the side, looked at the old woman who was busy on the stove, and asked suspiciously: "This Taoist, who are you?" ”

The old woman turned around, hurriedly walked to the dog, and reprimanded: "Dogan, don't be rude, this is the elder of the Qingxu Dao." ”

Goudan hurriedly put down the bamboo basket and stepped forward to thank him: "I don't know if it is the arrival of the elder Engong, Goudan is here to thank the Taoist." ”

Zhang Yi's left hand floated, and with an invisible true qi, he lifted the dog up and said with a smile: "If you want to thank you, thank my nephew, I don't know where my nephew is now?" ”

Hearing this, a touch of sadness appeared on his face, and he said hoarsely: "I heard what the village chief said, the head of the Qingxu Dao and the head of the Jingxu Dao, in order to eliminate the demon dragon, have passed away, and now they have transferred to the Yin God. ”

Zhang Yi sighed slightly, "Immeasurable Tianzun, I never thought that I was still one step late." ”

Zhang Yi paused and looked at the dog, "I don't know where the demon is now?" I'm going to get rid of this demon dragon. ”

Goudan said respectfully: "The demon dragon has been removed by the government's joint demon slayer and the two Dao masters. ”

"Ahem......" Zhang Yi coughed non-stop.

The old woman was concerned: "Dao Chief, are you not feeling well? ”

Zhang Yi waved his hand, "It's an old problem, just breathe." ”

The old woman hurriedly said, "It's cold outside, let's go to the house to rest." ”

Zhang Yi excused himself: "No need. ”

Zhang Yi sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to breathe.

……

The old woman looked at Zhang Yi, who was pranayama with her eyes closed, pulled the dog egg and walked to the door of a fence, took out twenty copper coins from her pocket, and said in a low voice: "Dog Dan, you go and buy a chicken and come back to Yixuan Dao to make up for your body." ”

The dog was stunned for a moment, and under his honest expression, he wondered: "Mother, monk, can you eat chicken?" ”

The old woman gently patted the dog's forehead with her right hand, "Buy it first, and then talk about it, even if you are the elder of Engong, I can't be stingy." ”

Goudan smiled and nodded, "Yes, I'll buy it." ”

……

Song Village Chief's house.

Goudan shouted: "Grandpa the village chief, grandpa the village chief, are you at home?" ”

Village Chief Song walked out and shouted angrily: "Dog, it's early in the morning, what are you calling." ”

Goudan smiled innocently: "Village chief, I'll buy a chicken from you." ”

Village Chief Song scolded harshly: "Dog, I said you, the boss is not small, your wife saves money for you, Zhang Luo's relatives, how can you spend money indiscriminately?" ”

Goudan hurriedly said: "Grandpa the village chief, you misunderstood, this is what my mother ordered." ”

Village Chief Song was slightly stunned, "The old sister-in-law's house has a guest?" ”

Goudan replied: "The elders of the Qingxu Daoist came to explore the two teachers and nephews, passing by my house, they are closing their eyes and pranayama, and my mother is going to get some food to entertain the Daoist." ”

Village Chief Song hurriedly walked out of the mud house, opened the door, and walked out, "Let's go, I'll go with you to have a look." ”

Goudan hurriedly said, "Grandpa the village chief, my chicken." ”

Village Chief Song glared at the dog, and said suspiciously: "You fool, I don't know what kind of caution you have in your heart." ”

A hint of cunning flashed in the dog's eyes, and he hurriedly said: "Grandpa the village chief, you misunderstood, the chickens in the village have all been taken to sacrifice the dead, and only the village chief's grandfather has them." ”

Village Chief Song shook his head and strode towards Goudan's house.

Goudan touched the twenty yuan in his pocket, looked at Village Chief Song who was striding over, and said eagerly: "Village Chief Grandpa wait for me." ”

……

Village Chief Song came to Goudan's house and greeted the old woman: "Old sister-in-law, you are in good health." ”

The old woman glanced at the empty-handed dog, and said slightly apologetically: "The old man, this ignorant child, made the village chief smile." ”

Village Chief Song waved his hand and looked at Zhang Yi, who was pranayama, "When the elders of Engong come to visit, I, as the village head, will be responsible for greeting you." ”

The three of them waited silently.

……

About half an hour later.

Zhang Yi finished breathing, stood up, looked at the three people on the side, and said with a slight apology: "Nagging the three laymen." ”

Village Chief Song bent slightly, and said respectfully: "Song Qingfeng, the old head of Dashi Village, on behalf of the villagers of Dashi Village, would like to thank you for the kindness of your faction Qingxu and Jingxu Dao Chief. ”

Zhang Yi said: "Poor Dao Yixuan, Village Chief Song, be polite, it is the responsibility of my generation to slay demons and eliminate demons, and I can't afford such a big gift from the old man." ”

Village Chief Song said with a smile: "Yixuan Dao is a guest for a long time, please go to the old man's house, take a break, and enjoy the friendship of the landlord." ”

Zhang Yi excused himself and said: "Village Chief Song is polite, Poor Dao knows the ins and outs of the matter, and he doesn't dare to bother the three laymen anymore." ”

"Ahem......" Zhang Yi kept coughing, his body bowed slightly, and his face was pale.

Village Chief Song said with concern: "The Taoist chief is in poor health, so it is better to come to my house to rest for a few days and then make plans." ”

Zhang Yi excused himself again, "The old problem is not in the way, the mind of Village Chief Song is understood by the poor Dao." ”

Village Chief Song's face was straight, "Dao Chief, this is looking down on Dashi Village, although Dashi Village is poor, but it is not ungrateful, Dao Chief is the elder of Engong, and he is also an elder of ours." ”

"Today, I, Song, if I let the Taoist chief leave, wouldn't I be ridiculed by others as ungrateful."

The old woman also persuaded on the side, "Dao Chief, let's recuperate in Dashi Village for a few days before making plans." ”

Goudan also said eagerly: "Dao Chief, you can stay." ”

Zhang Yi looked at the earnest eyes of the three of them and sighed, "Then the poor road will bother you." ”

Village Chief Song smiled slightly, "Don't bother, don't bother, the Taoist chief can come to live in my cold house." ”

Zhang Yi arched his hand and said, "Then it will bother Song Jushi." ”

……

Song Village Chief's house.

Zhang Yi glanced at the house of the village chief of Song, five large tile houses built with yellow mud, linked to each other, scattered, surrounded by a fence, and a few autumn chrysanthemums were planted around the fence to be released, exuding a faint fragrance.

A young woman wearing a cyan linen dress and having the temperament of a small jasper walked over and said lightly: "Dad, my mother has called you for breakfast." ”

Village Chief Song bowed his head and said, "Yixuan Dao Chief, this is my youngest daughter Song Qingyu." ”

Zhang Yi nodded and said, "I talked about Miss Song." ”

Village Chief Song said with a smile: "The Taoist chief doesn't have to be formal, the peasant village girl can't afford such a big gift from the Taoist chief." ”

Village Chief Song said with his left hand, "Dao Chief and I will have breakfast together." ”

Zhang Yi smiled: "Then the poor road will be bothered." ”

Village Chief Song said with a smile: "Dao Chief, you don't have to be so polite, you have a small family, just treat it as your own home." ”

……

Hall, dinner table.

Zhang Yi picked up a bowl of hot porridge, glanced at the fresh vegetables and salted duck eggs on the table, and gently put it down.

Village Chief Song was slightly stunned and asked, "Is it not in line with the Taoist's appetite?" ”

Zhang Yi smiled slightly, "Dare to ask Mrs. Song and Miss Song if they have breakfast." ”

Village Chief Song said with a smile: "How can a woman sit at the same table with a distinguished guest. ”

Zhang Yi said: "There are many troubles in the poor road, how dare you disturb Song Jushi's daily life, let's eat together." ”

Village Chief Song smiled, "The Taoist chief has a heart, so I'll call them to the table." ”

……

Mrs. Song saluted authentically, "The old man has seen a mystery." ”

Zhang Yi replied: "Mrs. Song is polite. ”

Village Chief Song beckoned: "Dao Chief, let's eat, otherwise the porridge will be cold." ”

Zhang Yi nodded.

Several people drank gruel in silence.

"Dad, I'm back."

A young man with an iron sword at his waist walked in.

Village Chief Song looked at the young man and reprimanded: "Don't be rude, don't disturb the distinguished guests." ”

The young man was slightly stunned and looked at Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi smiled: "Village Chief Song, don't get in the way, this is." ”

Village Chief Song smiled: "This is my second son, Song Qingshi. ”

Village Chief Song's eyes rolled, he had a plan, and beckoned to Song Qingshi: "Qingshi, come here, I've seen a Xuan Dao chief." ”

Song Qingshi looked Zhang Yi up and down, the shabby Taoist robe, and a broken iron sword next to it, and said with a little reluctance: "Meet a Xuan Dao Master." ”

Village Chief Song said embarrassedly: "Let the Taoist chief smile." ”

Village Chief Song looked at Song Qingshi and scolded, "Don't go wash your face yet." ”

Mrs. Song stood up and pulled Song Qingshi towards the kitchen.

Village Chief Song continued: "The child is not sensible, so the Taoist chief is smiling. ”

Zhang Yi smiled, "Young man, energetic, good." ”

Village Chief Song sighed, "I have two sons and a daughter, the eldest son Song Qingfeng is the chief of the Guobei County City Defense Army, but I don't have to worry about it, the younger daughter is beautiful and dignified, it's not that I boast, it's just that this youngest son Song Qingshi has nothing to do all day long, and loves to dance knives and guns, looking for teachers everywhere and asking, but there has been no way, at the beginning of the year, he was thrown to his cousin Xiahou's house in Jiangdu Mansion, Henan Province, to learn martial arts. ”

Village Chief Song paused and said sadly: "A few days ago, Xiahou sent a message to Chuan, saying that this son was too ambitious to be disciplined, and sent him back, and my old face was lost. ”

Zhang Yi smiled and comforted: "Young man, the blood is strong, and it is forgivable to make some mistakes. ”

Village Chief Song stared at Zhang Yi with his eyes, and said sincerely: "I know that Yixuan Dao Chief is a person with great ability, and I beg Dao Chang to accept my son as a disciple." ”

Zhang Yi was a little embarrassed: "Old Song, the poor Taoist cultivation is still shallow, I'm afraid I can't teach, Song Lao should ask another master." ”

Village Chief Song walked up to Zhang Yi and pleaded: "Wu'er is stubborn, please see the thin face of the old body, and accept Wu'er." ”

Zhang Yi supported the village chief of Song and excused himself: "Why does Song Lao need to be like this, there are countless seven people in the world, I heard that Yan Chixia of the King Kong Sect is in Lanruo Temple, why didn't Song Lao let Ling Lang worship under the King Kong Sect." ”

Village Chief Song smiled bitterly and said: "The Taoist chief doesn't know, there are two conditions for the Vajra Sect to select disciples, one is that they must be under the age of fifteen and have good roots; One has to enter the innate realm before he can join regardless of age. ”

"Wu'er is sixteen this year, and he has passed fifteen, and he has not yet condensed a trace of true qi, but he is a fancy showman, and what high-ranking factions are willing to accept it."

Zhang Yi paused and said in a deep voice: "Old Song, there is a saying, I don't know whether to talk about it or not. ”

Song Lao stared at Zhang Yi and said respectfully: "Dao Chief, if you have something to say, you might as well say it directly." ”

Zhang Yi Zhengse said: "The path of martial arts, refining and refining qi, refining qi and transforming gods, and practicing gods and anti-void, the three steps are like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat, and refining and refining qi is the foundation of everything, refining and refining qi from five to fifteen years old is the best practice, and it is also the key for a martial artist to build a foundation." ”

Zhang Yi said this, staring at Song Qingshan, and said with a little unbearable: "Old Song, look, let's let Ling Lang change careers." ”

"Demon Dao, Hugh has to talk nonsense here."

Song Qingshi strode out and said angrily: "I have studied under a hundred people, and I have never heard of nagging about practicing refining qi, practicing qi and transforming spirits, and practicing gods to return to emptiness. ”

Zhang Yi was silent, and arched his hand towards Song Qingshan: "Old Song, there is a lot of trouble, so I will leave the poor road." ”

Song Qingshi blocked Zhang Yi's way with his right hand, and said coldly: "Demon Dao, do you think that my Song Qingshi's home is where you can come and go whenever you want?" ”

Zhang Yi looked at Song Qingshi and smiled slightly: "Little layman, what do you have to say?" ”

Song Qingshi raised his right fist and said with a cruel smile: "Today, I will let you see the Fuhu Fist that I have practiced for many years." ”

"The tiger descends."

Song Qingshi's right fist slammed into Zhang Yi's right cheek, and the fist wind was whistling, quite brave.

Zhang Yi stretched out his index finger with his right hand and lightly pointed at Song Qingshi's right fist, and the brave fist stopped.

Song Qingshi's tiger eyes widened, his mouth was numb, his expression was sluggish, and he muttered: "How is it possible, I have been practicing martial arts for six years, and it is difficult to reach one finger." ”

Song Qingshan hurriedly scolded: "Rebel, don't retreat yet." ”

Song Qingshan raised his foot and kicked Song Qingshi who was in a daze aside, and said apologetically: "Wu'er is rude, and I still look at Dao Chang Haihan." ”

Zhang Yi smiled, "It's okay, it's okay, young man." ”

Song Qingshan hugged his fists and said: "Please also ask the Taoist chief to stay, let me entertain one or two, let me, a rebel, apologize." ”

Song Qingshan shouted: "Rebel, don't apologize to the head of the Xuan Dao yet." ”

Song Qingshi came back to his senses, a trace of brilliance flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly knelt down and said, "Dao Chief, the junior knows that he is wrong, and I ask the Dao Master to forgive me." ”

Song Qingshan kicked Song Qingshi with his right foot.

Song Qingshi understood, kowtowed again, and said, "Please accept me as an apprentice." ”

Song Qingshan said on the side: "Dao Chief, I don't know that there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world, so I ask the Dao Chief to accept Wu'er." ”

Song Qingshi understood on the side, and said loudly: "Master, master, accept my three worships." ”

Song Qingshi kowtowed as he spoke.

"Ahem......"

Zhang Yi sighed and looked at Song Qingshan: "Old Song, you are." ”

Mrs. Song also came over and pleaded: "Please also ask the Taoist chief to look at the old man's face and accept Wu'er." ”

Zhang Yi let out a breath of turbidity, "Okay, it's just that the martial arts are difficult, and I can't guarantee that Ling Lang will be able to succeed." ”

Song Qingshan smiled: "I am very relieved that the Taoist can discipline and discipline this rebel for me." ”

Song Qingshan looked at Mrs. Song on the side, "Why don't you hurry up and prepare tea." ”

……

A few minutes later.

Zhang Yi sat on the top seat, and the Song couple withdrew from the hall.

Song Qingshi served the tea and said respectfully: "Master, please use tea." ”

Zhang Yi took the tea, and said: "My door name is 'Qingshui Sect', I am a Xuanzi generation, today you worship under my door, as a virtual generation, you have a stone in your name, your parents hope that you will become a talent, it is for the stone to seek jade, I will give you the road name 'Jade Xu', I hope you live up to the name of 'Jade Xu'." ”

Song Qingshi thanked him: "Thank you master for the name." ”

Zhang Yi took a sip of tea and continued, "The Qingshui Sect has three rules. ”

"1. Respect teachers and love fellow disciples."

"2. Do not burn, kill, loot, or mutilate the people."

"3. The law is not passed on, and it is not allowed to be spread at will without the permission of the teacher."

Zhang Yi said with a straight face: "Do you remember clearly?" ”

Song Qingshi kowtowed again and said, "I remember it clearly." ”

"First, respect the teacher and love the same family."

……

Zhang Yi nodded, his right index finger pointed at Song Qingshi's eyebrows, and a spiritual power shot towards Song Qingshi, "This is the Flowing Water Sect, the first three layers of the introductory basic mental method and the relevant outline of the human body's meridians and acupoints, you should cultivate carefully, and if there is anything you don't understand, come and ask as a teacher." ”

Song Qingshi suddenly felt a large amount of information popping up in his head, and was overwhelmed by Zhang Yi's supernatural powers, and thanked him: "Thank you master for giving you the law." ”

……

Zhang Yi walked out of the house, and Song Qingshan immediately greeted him, "Thank you Dao Chang for giving me a wonderful method." ”

Zhang Yi smiled, "In the future, Yuxu has to go by himself." ”

Song Qingshan was relieved and said with a smile: "Dao Chief, please come with me, I will take you to the room where you are resting." ”

……