"Sir, how can a man be pregnant?" asked Piao Ranzi after reciting, puzzled by what he meant.

"This is the Inner Dan Avenue, and the pregnancy is not a mortal fetus, but a primordial baby. Mr. Hua said, "You can write down the twenty-third Dan poem." ”

Rootless tree, the flowers are red, and the safflower is empty.

Emptiness is color, color is emptiness, and the vacuum is in color.

The vacuum phase is extinguished, and the law phase will not be lost.

The number is round, called Nobita, and the nine ancestors are supercharged to the ninefold.

After Piao Ranzi finished reciting, he said: "After memorizing Dan words, please ask Mr. for some advice." ”

"The cultivation of Inner Dan originated from Waidan, and the nouns and terms are borrowed from Waidan, and the so-called external medicine is used when the internal medicine is passed. I only ask you to make a note for the time being, if you are reincarnated, become a human for the second time, and then practice. Mr. Hua said.

On this day, Piao Ranzi held the rootless tree and practiced Tai Chi Baquan from beginning to end, and Mr. Hua praised it very much: "This rootless tree weighing thousands of pounds can be used without it." ”

Piao Ranzi returned the rootless tree to him, this time, practicing Tai Chi eight fists and sixty-four moves, with bare hands, his body was erratic, and he danced through the wind and rain.

"Brother Piaoran, you can become a teacher" Mr. Hua read out the last poem of the rootless tree pill:

There is no rootless tree, the flower is gone, and it is difficult to draw a picture without phase and formlessness.

has no name, but listens to the call and captures the intermediate furnace.

Carry up the Sunday Samadhi fire, exercise the vacuum back to nothing.

Knowing the heavens and receiving the heavenly charms is the man's husband.

"I made a note of it. Piao Ranzi recited the twenty-four Dan words in one go.

"Brother Piaoran, my peerless body will be passed on to you, tomorrow, you will be able to go to Shuicheng, and we should break up. Mr. Hua said.

"Sir, where are you going?"

"I'm a sloppy person, I call the world home, and I'm wandering, so you don't have to ask. ”

"Sir, please accept my bow," he bowed down.

"Please. Mr. Hua helped him up.

"May I ask what is the real name of the gentleman? Teaching the Tao, great kindness and great virtue, no teeth and unforgettable. ”

"The name and surname are just the symbols of people, my common surname is Zhang, you can call me Zhang sloppy," Mr. Hua said with a smile.

"How dare Mr. pass on my Dan Dao, teach me martial arts, and falsely claim to be a crime" Piao Ranzi wanted to bow down again, "Please leave your name." ”

"That's it, that's it. "Tell Mr. Hua to hold Piaoranzi. "I haven't remembered my name for 200 years. I remember that it seems to be called Mitutoyo. ”

Zhang Sanfeng, the resounding name of mortals, a generation of Taoist immortal masters, not only knows the two doors of Buddhism and Taoism, but also the worldly people and the people who know it, there are many, many people. Anyone who hears this person called this name will be amazed.

But Piao Ranzi was not surprised, he didn't know at all that this was a famous figure, so he couldn't be surprised. He was born more than 700 years earlier than Zhang Sanfeng, and in this thousand years, the immortals and gods who were born were unheard of.

"Immortal Master Zhang, your great name, I remember it from the bottom of my heart. I don't thank you for my kindness, I hope that when we meet him one day, I will have the opportunity to repay him. Piaoranzi said. It's really a prophecy, and later the factions of the Three Realms fought against each other, and Piao Ranzi helped the fairy world and rescued the Sanfeng Patriarch, and from now on, he had a fate with him in his previous life.

Zhang Sanfeng could see it, and said with a smile: "Xiandu is destined for people, since you are destined for Lu Zu, I should be favored by him and pass on some Taoism to you." After speaking, he took off the fluttering cloth bag from behind and returned it to him: "I carried it all the way for you, put on new clothes, I, a sloppy gentleman, can't teach a sloppy apprentice." Go back to Water City tomorrow, you won't be reconciled if you don't see your hometown. ”

Piao Ranzi opened the cloth bag, took out the clothes brought by Shucheng and changed them on, and became a beautiful young man again. Reassemble the books and the music scores, take out the jade flute from your waist, and put it in a cloth bag.

"Wait. Zhang Sanfeng picked up the rootless tree, recited the mantra, and suddenly turned into a sparkling, inlaid with a round wooden casing, picked up the jade flute, put it in, the size was just right, Zhang Sanfeng smiled: "This rootless tree, you took it all the way, turned into a hole flute coat, parting gift, it is a souvenir." ”

"Thank you, Immortal Master. Piaoranzi looked at the coat of the dong flute, although it was only a hollow log, but the outside was carved with clusters of flowers, which looked graceful and luxurious.

"Okay, it's getting late, there are two taels of silver here, you rest for the night, and go back to Shuicheng tomorrow morning." Zhang Sanfeng said.

"If the immortal master has nothing else to do, please go back next and go to my door to talk about it, and the friendship of the landlord has been fulfilled. ”

"Hehe, where is the door of your home? Where is the Getian Pavilion? The Hidden Moon Hall is deep and the grass is deep. I've traveled all over the world, shocking the world, and I don't want to disturb your water city. Zhang Sanfeng laughed and walked away.

The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk. Piaoranzi looked at Zhang Sanfeng's back as he gradually moved away, infinitely melancholy.

This time, he recovered as a wanderer, found a stream, took off his clothes, jumped down to take a bath, and when he went ashore, he found the main road, found an inn, and gave him a night's money. Lie in bed and sleep until midnight.

The blue light of the moon spilled down, and he turned over and sat up, a kind of unprovoked melancholy, haunting his heart.

The thousand-year-old detained traveler is going back to his hometown today. What will the hometown of the dream department look like? Getian Pavilion and Hidden Moon Hall, he doesn't know where it is, listening to Zhang Sanfeng's meaning, this hometown may not be the original appearance.

"Let's go" Piaoranzi opened the door and looked around, it was silent, there was no light in the inn, and at midnight, the guests were asleep.

Piaoranzi flew into the air and headed southeast. Now, the speed at which he is flying in the air, after Zhang Sanfeng's guidance, is much faster than before. Two hours later, I saw the tall city wall from afar, that was the water city, right?

Piaoranzi landed under the city, found a path, and walked towards the city wall.

This is indeed the city wall of my hometown, and in the morning light, the weather-beaten stones are full of devastation, as if they are the traces left by the years.

Touching the cornerstone of the city wall, I felt sad for a while: how many times have I dreamed of this familiar city wall in the past thousand years. Along the city walls, he walked aimlessly, aimlessly.

The east showed the white of the fish's belly, and the sky gradually cleared. The breeze was blowing, and I saw the city gate, which had six big characters written on it: Minzhou Water City, North Gate.

Why? There are a few more old locust trees by the city gate, which there are never before. Piaoranzi came to the city gate and felt that these trees were very inconsistent with the exterior of the northern city in his memory.

"Hou Shengzi, I came early in the morning, why didn't I go into the city?" The thick country voice behind him came, and he was startled and stunned.

"Good morning, old man," Piaoranzi turned around and replied in a native accent.

"After giving birth to a child, don't think about it. The person who spoke Shuicheng's colloquial language was an old man, in his fifties, on crutches, "You are standing here in a daze, don't you have something on your mind?" ”

"Oh, nothing, nothing. Looking at the old man's demeanor, he must have misunderstood himself. He looked at a few ancient locust trees just now, his expression was sluggish, and the old man thought that he was looking for a short time.

"It's good to have nothing. Arrived early in the morning, and didn't enter the city yet?" the old man saw that he had returned to normal, and knew that he was not looking for a crooked neck tree to hang, so he walked away.

Piaoranzi sighed, shook his head, and walked towards the city.

As soon as I passed the city gate, Piaoranzi felt strange, although the local accent did not change much, but the people's clothes changed, the streets and alleys changed, and even the shouts of the morning vendors changed.

"Is this—Is this still your hometown?" Piao Ranzi walked south from the north gate, looking for memories of his life.

No more, no more. One qiē, one qiē, all became unfamiliar.

"Do you want some preserves?"

"Authentic Yongchun Longan"

There are many fruit shops, and the memories of his childhood have been revived again, back then, he loved to go here, looking at the fruit street, there was no childhood street scene, and he couldn't find the way home.

"Big brother, where do you go from to Chujia Lane?" Piao Ranzi asked a Chinese character for directions.

"Chujiaxiang? "The man looked at him. "Nothing nearby. ”

"No, big brother, I remember it was around here. ”

"Little Housheng, I have lived for forty years, and I have never heard of Chujia Lane. ”

"Is there anywhere else?" Piaoranzi looked around, hoping that he had misremembered the direction.

"Nowhere else. The man asked the old man selling fruit next to him, but he still got no answer.

"Isn't there anywhere else in Watertown?" Piao Ranzi thought, maybe it was because the family had moved, and the address and name might have changed.

"There is no Chujia Lane in Shuicheng. ”

"So, do you old man know where there is a family surnamed Chu who lives together?"

"There are no clans to live in, there are some sporadic retail investors, who are you looking for?" asked the old man who sold fruits.

"I looked for ・・・・・・ Chu Deshan, who was a well-known rich man in Shuicheng who ran a tea estate. ”

"I haven't heard of it. The old man shook his head. "I was born in Shuicheng, and for more than 60 years, I have never heard of anyone who opened a tea house. ”

didn't inquire about the whereabouts of the patriarch, Piao Ranzi felt down-to-earth, and asked again: "What is the era name now?"

"Eighteen years of eternal youth. ”

"How many years has it been since the first year of the Great Song Dynasty Taiping. ”

"Oh, it's been a thousand years now, why are you asking this?"

"Thank you. Piao Ranzi got up and walked forward, and he confirmed from the old man's mouth that it was indeed a thousand years later. Looking at the strange costumes of the people in Shuicheng, Piao Ranzi knew that if he wanted to find his own home, he had to find it himself.

Identify the direction, out of the fruit street, all the way to the south, this should be his former residence.

Strange houses and corner towers stood in front of him.

"Old gentlemen, good morning, was this place originally called Chujia Lane?" asked the old men sitting by the wall basking in the sun.

"I don't know. The old man with the black beard said.

"Who are you looking for?" asked the white-bearded old man.

"Is there a lot of people with the surname Chu? Is there a tea shop shopkeeper named Chu Deshan?"

"There is no one surnamed Chu, let alone any Chu Deshan. Whitebeard shook his hand.

"So, Chu Dehai and Chu Piaoran, have you heard of it?"

"No, we haven't heard of what you're talking about. A silver-bearded man said. "My ancestral home is here, and I am eighty years old, and I have never heard of this place for miles. ”

"I remember that in the past, there was a big family surnamed Chu living here. ”

"No, it can't be. Another silver-bearded man said. "What year and month are you talking about? Now in Shuicheng, there is no big clan surnamed Chu. I've been a poor guy all my life in the Shuicheng Mansion, and I'm still a household registration officer, how can I not know?"

"Haha, Xiao Housheng, you're talking about the Great Song Dynasty, do you want to say, a thousand years ago, this was a big family surnamed Chu, but later, they all gradually died, and some didn't know where to go. Another silver-white beard pointed to the house, the corner hallway. "I am the editor of the Shuicheng History Museum, and the year before last I finished compiling the new "Shuicheng Mansion Chronicles", retired and returned home, knowing the local story. ”

"Thank you," he said, looking at the house. In the old days, Wang Xie Tang Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people. Now it is: the thousand-year-old clan is gone, and it is replaced by other people's houses