Chapter 9: The Master Tells Me to Practice

For several days in a row, angry cursing and the clanging of broken wine vessels could be heard outside the gate of the Yellow Mansion. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info

The next day, he led hundreds of family servants, mixed with a cadre of ruffians and hooligans in Hengshui Town, to kill the Hengshui School in a mighty manner, threatening to demolish the school, killing men and women rape, leaving no grass behind!

Ruining the school is a big deal, for a time the readers of Hengshui were indignant, helpless in the face of the crazy Huang family's evil youth, the school has already become a pot of porridge, many children have begun to pack some luggage, ready to abandon school and go home, some of the teaching has already gone down the mountain, and the school that caused trouble drew a clear line.

Ginger is still old and spicy. On the one hand, Song Fuzi informed the officials of the town bureau, and on the other hand, he picked up the Danshu edict of the first day of the construction of the church from the pile of old books, and pasted it with hard paper, so that a baby who was not afraid of death stood on his head and stood in front of the mountain gate.

The Danshu edict is a holy relic, and it is the emperor's praise for the prime minister of the current dynasty. In the face of this paper document, Huang Juncai, under the repeated persuasion of his master, finally weighed the pros and cons and withdrew his troops and went down the mountain.

After this incident, Xu Feng also realized that no matter what world he is in, the strong will always be strong, and the weak will always be weak, and if he is not strong, he will not even be able to protect the people around him. There is a saying that is very true: where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Where there are rivers and lakes, there are strong and weak, and where there are strong and weak, there are fights. Fighting requires weapons, and Xu Feng is studying the dark long sword at the moment.

Xu Feng played with the long sword in his hand, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it. This is a slightly ostentatious long sword, because it has two extraordinary characteristics, one is black, both the body and the hilt are black, and the other is thin, both the body and the hilt are thin, and it does not look like a sword, like a thin drill.

The swords in the world are all made of steel, and even the best fairy swords will always be full of aura, or cold light, but the body of this sword is dull. It's not accurate to describe it as dark black, it should be jet black. The inky black sword in front of him gives people an unreal feeling, as if there should not be a pure black sword in the world, and there is a flamboyant weirdness everywhere.

Xu Feng is a typical liberal arts student's personality and science student's style. In the face of the long sword, he began to carry forward the nature of scientific researchers, and in the spirit of science, Xu Feng began to experiment with various things on the material and characteristics of this sword.

First use wood to experiment, the wooden stick will be broken in response, and then use gold and stone to try, cutting gold and jade without hindrance!

It seems that this sword is neither gold, nor stone, nor wood, and the material is elusive. In the novels of the previous life, there are many treasures that do not know how to use them, and when they encounter water or burn them with fire, there are miracles immediately.

Xu Feng poured water on it and roasted it with fire, the black sword was still dark and cold, without any change, showing the quality of a good sword.

After tossing for a long time, Xu Feng sighed helplessly, good sword, so cheap!

Xu Fengxin said: This is not just a sword. And habitually complement the way, in fact, it is a razor!

Xu Feng suddenly found that he was so cheap.

In fact, there is another experimental method, and that is to try it with blood.

Xu Feng looked at the big rooster tied to the table leg with a helpless face, and his mouth was full of words: Rooster and rooster, you are not strange, it is a dish of the main family.

With a swing of the sword, the chicken's head fell silently, the chicken's blood just flowed in the clay pot in front, and the headless rooster flicked twice, instantly stiffening.

Xu Feng poured chicken blood on the sword, but still did not react.

Thinking of the scene where the long sword sucked bat blood in the cave, Xu Feng's heart flashed with horror. Of course, I didn't dare to experiment on myself with a sword, and if I accidentally sucked myself into a dry corpse, who would I talk to!

Xu Feng first put the black sword at the far door, for fear that it would burst out and suck blood again, and then carefully cut his middle finger with a knife, of course, the middle finger, the vertical middle finger.

Blood dripped into a wine glass, quickly bandaged his middle finger, carefully picked up the wine glass, and said helplessly: Brother, this is human blood!

Blood poured on the black sword, the black sword finally reacted, there was no imaginary outburst to hurt people, there was no magical blood to recognize the master, the sword was still lying quietly on the small wooden table, but the sword body looked a little darker.

This concludes the experiment. Xu Feng put his hands behind his head and lay on the bed, his eyes fixed on the log on the roof.

Practical science was declared fruitless, and began to enter the theoretical stage of bold utopia.

Yes, imagination is the cornerstone of all scientific achievements. The greater the scientific innovation, the more imagination is needed, the theoretical reasoning on speculation is required, the real mathematical model is demonstrated, and finally the experimental verification, such as the most basic theory of relativity.

The world is originally magical, and the clairvoyance in the ancient mythology of another world, Shunfeng Ear, has been realized in the past world through a "magic device", and this "magic device" is a video mobile phone.

This is true, the basis of this Dharma instrument is precisely the understanding of light and sound in the universe by human beings, that is, the understanding of the origin of the world and the grasp of the laws.

In the world before Xu Feng's rebirth, human beings not only understood the nature of the universe, but could even change some of the rules between heaven and earth, realize the transformation of space, and the transcendence of time. In Xu Feng's mind, cultivation is not a magical thing, it is just the understanding and use of the laws of heaven and earth, so that it can be transformed, and even created!

This special sword must have a special reason when it meets a special self. Either because of the black spacesuit, or when the "Light Array Teleporter" was destroyed in the universe, something else joined in, and this sword was formed by chance. As for what it was, Xu Feng really had no way of knowing.

Such a difficult question, leave it to be solved later!Xu Feng sighed.

Either way, it's a treasure, against a murderous baby.

He is not guilty, but he is guilty!

For treasures, it is better not to be exposed, this sword has the ability to protect itself, but he does not necessarily have the ability to protect this sword. Thinking of this, Xu Feng decided to hide the sword first.

Xu Feng first tied the hilt of the sword with a hemp rope, and then found a wooden stick, the tip of the sword was against the end of the wooden root, and with a little force, the thin sword body and the hilt sank into the stick together. Then the other end of the wooden root was decorated into the shape of a cane, and leaned against the door casually.

A few days later, Xu Feng sat in front of Master Song with a complicated mood.

He specifically asked Master Song for advice on cultivation.

Recalling the scene on the cliffside a few days ago, Xu Feng was very afraid that Song Fuzi would misunderstand something. Xu Feng collected his mind, straightened his face, and tried his best to say in a tone that was not speaking to the old man: "Xiaosheng has something to ask the master for. ”

"Preaching, teaching, solving doubts, and the responsibility of the teacher, Ah Feng has any questions. Master Song stroked his beard lightly and said with a pleasant face.

"Master, do you have any research on spiritual matters?"

"Ah!" Master Song never imagined that Xu Feng would ask such a question.

All the teachings know that Master Song has always despised the way of cultivation!

"Practice...... This kind of cultivation is really a side-by-side way! The great husband should read the books of the sages, cultivate himself, work together as a family, govern the country, and level the world. Master Song's face was slightly unhappy.

Xu Feng already regretted it in his heart and asked. He also saw that Master Song's ambition was not to practice, and he didn't know how to practice, and there was a feeling in his words that he couldn't eat grapes and said that grapes were sour.

Xu Feng's face was disappointed, and he put on an expression that he had just picked up three hundred taels of silver and unfortunately lost it.

This expression, this disappointment, is a kind of humiliation for the teacher who is asked. No matter what question is asked, in reality, Ah Feng is asking a question, and it is the first time he has asked a question.

Master Song pondered bitterly, searching for memories of cultivation in his mind, and suddenly a flash of inspiration really remembered something.

Remembering a person, to be exact.

"Ah Feng, although the old man doesn't know much about cultivation, the old man knows one person, and this person is very interested in cultivation...... This kind of side-door approach is quite insightful. ”

Song Fuzi looked out the window, put on a look of reminiscence, and said: When he was a teenager, the old man studied in all directions and met a schoolfriend, who knew little about the road of benevolence and righteousness but was obsessed with cultivation, and often mixed with the Jianghu sect.

The Tao is different, and they do not conspire with each other. The two of us finally parted ways on the way to learning. Later, I heard that this person was quite beneficial in Taoism, and he also had some reputation among the sects.

Xu Feng secretly said, practice, sects, Taoism, real people and real things!

After many years, this person came to write a letter last year, saying that he now lives on the Wind and Rain Island of the Netherworld.

Master Song retracted his gaze and said seriously: The gentleman is erudite, there is nothing to blame, you can learn the Tao and the like in cultivating Taoism, but you must not take it seriously. The old man looked at the letter from a friend of the school, what is the chaos in the world, the change of power, the strength of the Taoist law shall prevail. The sage once said that the rule of chaos in the world lies in the hearts of the people, and the goodness of the people's hearts lies in morality.

"Literati are light!" Xu Feng said in his heart.

Since ancient times, there is no first, and there is no second martial arts, it seems that Song Fuzi and Xueyou had a festival in the Tao.

As long as the article is erudite and the position is different, it is really reasonable for each to say it, so there is no first place in ancient literature. Martial arts all rely on strength, the difference between one move can also distinguish the winner and loser, the martial artist only fights for the first, only the first is to win, is to win, so there is no second martial arts. The literati were conceited of their own knowledge and opinions, so they always regarded themselves as the first and despised others first, which led to the disadvantage of the literati.

However, Song Fuzi, a typical old pedant, also shocked Xu Feng by his adherence to people's morality. What kind of person do you want to be? Xu Feng can be said to be gifted and smooth sailing in his last life, and has made great achievements in just over 20 years, without encountering major setbacks or considering the time to face choices.

What kind of person should I be. Is it to live a dull life in this world, or to intervene in the ten thousand laws and the vigorous of the sect. Plainness is not weakness, but vigor sometimes means cruelty and sacrifice. Xu Feng thought calmly, and gradually paid attention to it in his heart.

After listening to Master Song's teachings, Xu Feng nodded again and again, and agreed one by one.

Song Fuzi was silent for a moment, then fell into his memories again, and said silently: That person has a Taoist name, called Taiyi.