Chen Letian thought about the scene of the bloody battle of the ancestor of Wudang Mountain, and remembered the battle he had fought on the battlefield, and his heart was surging.

Wang Chongyang was silent for a moment, and then continued: "Master Zu wrote a sentence at the end of the book: Taoism is ten million, the Tao is in the Tao, and the Tao is not in the Tao. ”

"What's the explanation?" Chen Letian didn't understand.

Wang Chongyang shook his head: "I still haven't figured out the meaning of Master Zu's words, Senior Brother Sect Leader may understand, but he didn't tell me." ”

Chen Letian tried to say: "The Tao is in all things, can't you solve it?"

Wang Chongyang shook his head and said, "My Taoism is still too shallow, and I still need to practice more." ”

The afternoon sun shone warmly on his body, and Chen Letian suddenly thought of Li Xuan'er. As soon as I think about it, endless thoughts come flooding back. In fact, it's only been less than a month, why do you miss her so much?

"Chongyang, I've heard Li Zhangjiao talk about you and the general's sister, you..." Chen Letian glanced at Wang Chongyang, who was sitting next to him, and said carefully.

Wang Chongyang lowered his head and rubbed Ah Huang's head vigorously, and said, "Lotte, let's not mention the past." ”

Chen Letian nodded and said: "Okay! Let me tell you, I have a woman I like very much, I have had a relationship with her since I was a child, and I have never met her again until I returned to Beijing this year." She is a very cheerful and optimistic woman and, of course, very beautiful. ”

Wang Chongyang's eyes were full of envy: "Then are you ready to get married?"

"Getting married?" Chen Letian smiled: "There are ideas, but I haven't even scratched the eight characters, and I have never even said anything like liking you to her." To be honest, I don't think I'm worthy of her, but it's okay, let it be, no matter what the future holds, now, I can walk with her along the Yellow River, in the market, in the valley, in the meadow, in the woods... For me, there's enough to have. As for whether you can grow old together, whether you can live and sleep together, it doesn't seem to matter so much. Maybe even if I really live with her, after 20 years, maybe we will get tired of each other and stop liking each other? Liang Zhu, who is the legend of the butterfly in the previous dynasty, assumes that there is no family obstruction and they are together smoothly, but they will definitely be able to raise their eyebrows and respect each other as if they were old enough? Maybe because of their different family backgrounds and different ideas, the two of them will not be able to be harmonious and happy for a long time?"

Wang Chongyang opened his mouth wide when he heard this, he had never heard of such a statement, and he was also sure that the thousands of Hongchen men and women under the mountain must have been heard of by no one.

Chen Letian had expected Wang Chongyang to have this kind of expression, and then said: "People are like this, if you can't get it, you will feel extraordinarily good." Xuan'er and I don't want to be together for the rest of our lives, we just want to be able to live freely without each other, for me, this is the most perfect love in my heart!"

Wang Chongyang listened to Chen Letian's words, his body was stunned for a while, he came back to his senses, looked up at the sun that would hang in the sky, suddenly closed his eyes cross-legged, meditated for half an hour, and then opened his eyes and said: "I seem to understand a little! Anything may be a good thing in the end, and no matter how bad it seems at first, in the future, it may be an opportunity for you to become better." For Master Zu, the price is tens of thousands of lives in exchange for the winter realm, but if there is no winter realm and does not scare away those enemies, our Great Song may have to die tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of more lives. On the contrary, without the invasion of invaders, the ancestor will not enter the winter realm. Good and bad, may be the same, the so-called heavenly way is constant, that's it... Thank you, Lotte!"

Chen Letian looked at Wang Chongyang and felt that the Taoist priest in front of him seemed to be a little different at the moment, but he couldn't say what was the difference.

At this time, the senior brother of the sect leader walked out of the Qiongtai Temple, holding a box of precious pills that had just been refined. Hearing Wang Chongyang's words, Li Zhangjiao said: "What the junior brother said is very good. The way of heaven is constant, not to survive with Yao, not to perish!"

Chen Letian hurriedly stood up and saluted, in front of Li Zhangjiao, who killed three thousand Wei troops with one person and one dust, Chen Letian was still very respectful and respectful. Soldiers like Chen Letian, who were born in the army, are the most convincing in their lives, and they are this kind of people who are obviously in high positions, but never feel how valuable their lives are.

Li Zhangjiao smiled, signaled Chen Letian not to be polite, and actually bowed to Chen Letian and said: "Classmate Chen is much more transparent than me and other people who claim to be outside the world, thank you classmate Chen for untying the knot in the heart of the little junior brother for many years!"

Chen Letian was startled, what knot did I untie? I just bragged a few words casually!

Li Zhangjiao turned his head again and said to Wang Chongyang: "The little junior brother has grown up..."

Wang Chongyang scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

In the Qiongtai view, a few more people walked out.

Zhao Huating, the second senior brother of the bookworm, was holding the Tao Te Ching, the third senior brother of the poet, the tortoise, was reading poems in his mouth, and the fourth senior brother Wang Xu, who loved meditation the most, seemed to have his eyes open.

The second senior brother Zhao Huating likes to read the most, and he reads all the books of a hundred schools, so that his eyes are a little bad when he reads, and when people are a foot away, he can't tell who is with whom, so Zhao Huating often does the action of stretching his head slightly and squinting. The third senior brother Tortoise Meng likes to compose poems the most, although he is dressed in a cyan robe, but he still can't hide the elegance of his body, composing poems should be what Confucian scholars and talents love to do, but this master Tortoise Meng does not follow common sense, day and night do not forget to compose poems, talk to him, the first word at the beginning must be 'this poem...'. The fourth senior brother Wang Xu looked like he hadn't woken up, according to rumors in the rivers and lakes, Wang Xu also had his eyes half-closed when he killed someone, as if a tiger was dozing off.

These three senior brothers who don't come out often all walked out of Qiongtai Temple at this moment, and the three of them first saluted like Li Zhangjiao: "Hello, senior brother." Then they all smiled and said to Wang Chongyang: "I haven't listened to the little junior brother for a long time, how long has it been?"

Second Senior Brother Zhao Huating stretched out a finger: "It's been ten years!"

The third senior brother Tortoise Meng sighed: "It's been ten years in a flash, and I really want to write a poem!"

Fourth Senior Brother Wang Xu half-opened his eyes: "Little Senior Brother has been dreaming for ten years!"

"Hahaha..."At this moment, Wang Chongyang was no longer as modest as usual, but laughed and beckoned to Ah Huang, Ah Huang, who usually rarely listened to him, walked forward obediently at this time, Wang Chongyang sat on Ah Huang's back, patted Ah Huang's head, and then everyone saw a person riding a dog, fluttering from the mountain to the bottom of the mountain.

"Ah Huang, how long has it been since you came down the mountain? When you were born when you were a child, I picked you up and brought you down the mountain, as if you have never come down the mountain, right?"

"Master, do you think Ah Huang looks like the green ox you rode back then?"

Wang Chongyang looked up to the sky and sighed, and said to the master in the sky, I don't know if the master can hear what he said.

remembered that the ancestors and masters all rode green oxen down the mountain, but he, Wang Chongyang, rode a big yellow dog with no mercy and took pleasure in stepping on ants. Fortunately, he flew down from the back mountain, but he didn't dare to go down the mountain. If it is seen by the pilgrims, it will become a laughing stock.

"Look, Wang Zhenren is riding a yellow dog down the mountain..."

"Hey, isn't that the Ah Huang who doesn't like to take care of people?"

"Hahahaha... Wang Zhenren... Ah Huang... Hahaha..."

Wang Chongyang feels terrible when he thinks about it. Hurry down to look down, the back mountain is densely wooded, and it is easy to get lost, so pilgrims rarely go. There are many apprentices and grandchildren, some of the Taoist priests who are dozens of years older than Wang Chongyang are disciples and grandchildren, these old and young green-robed Taoist priests saw the little uncle or the little uncle walking against the wind, riding a yellow dog leisurely in the air, and knelt down to Wang Chongyang in the sky under the sunset to perform the most important gift of the Taoist gate, and shouted in unison: "Congratulations to the uncle, the ancestor of the master into the autumn realm!"

"Little autumn realm, not enough to congratulate, not enough to congratulate..."Wang Chongyang's voice resounded in the sky, and the people of the entire Wudang County heard Wang Chongyang's voice.

In the noisy bazaar, everyone looked up in the direction of Wudang Mountain.

"It's... It seems to be Wang Zhenren's voice..."The butcher who sold meat was chopping ribs for the customer, and after hearing the voice, he said blankly.

"Wang Zhenren has entered the autumn realm?" the old man who sold vegetables stood up.

"Dad, is that the prodigy you talked about?" the eight- or nine-year-old boy looked at his father.

"Yes, it's that Wang Zhenren!" the father clenched his son's hand excitedly. Ten years ago, before he married a wife, he climbed Wudang Mountain and saw Wang Zhenren, who was famous all over the world at that time. When he goes out, when he says that he is from Wudang County, others will ask, 'Is it Wudang County of Wudang Mountain?', and he is honored. However, in the past ten years, everyone said that Wang Zhenren Jianglang was exhausted. He didn't believe it, and often told his son that Wang Zhenren would enter the autumn realm sooner or later, and now Wang Zhenren has really entered the autumn realm. It seems that there is no such thing as Jiang Lang's talent in this world, and the really powerful people will not suddenly do it, and the only people who will do it will be those who have wasted their fame. Wang Zhenren is not in vain.

"Wang Zhenren has entered the autumn realm, Wang Zhenren has entered the autumn realm!" Seven or eight eleven or twelve-year-old children ran through the market, shouting as they ran. These children are the most well-informed people in the entire Wudang County, and they will immediately know if there is anything going on in Wudang County, which is not big. One of the children was playing with the little Taoist priest of Wudang in the back mountain, and happened to witness Wang Zhenren riding Ah Huang in the air, so he hurried to tell his companions.

Only half a day later, the people of the entire Wudang County figured out the situation: ten years later, the prodigy Wang Chongyang on Wudang Mountain finally took a step forward and entered the autumn realm.

It is estimated that in less than half a month, the entire world will learn the news. The voice that once questioned Wang Chongyang may be annihilated. However, Wang Chongyang doesn't care what others think of him, others say that he is a prodigy or not, he doesn't care at all, he just wants Wudang to get better and better, it's enough. As long as Wudang can prosper, even if he Wang Chongyang is a little Taoist priest for the rest of his life, he will feel satisfied.