Wang Suizhen was stopped, squeaked for a long time and then said, "But ...... But Master, you just defeated Bai Zhenyi's swordsmanship, and I still can't ......"

"That's not swordsmanship, that's the realm, you can't reach the realm, no matter how you teach you, you won't! When you reach the realm, you will naturally be able to do it yourself, who else do you need to teach? Mu Feng had an expression of hatred on his face.

"That'...... Then please teach me how to improve my realm? Wang Sui really finally hugged his thigh, and he resolutely refused to let go, so he made up his mind, no matter what, he also wanted to get some benefits from the master!

"This is not difficult, it starts from the heart and stops from the heart."

"The apprentice doesn't understand, and I ask the master to make it clear." Wang Suizhen knelt down and kowtowed deeply to his master.

"Explicit fart, I explicit and explicit, what else are you asking? Haven't you heard the saying that those who learn from me live, and those who follow me die? Mu Fengzhi rolled his eyes.

"That Bai Zhenyi broke my arm with a knife, master, you put it back for me, and then Bai Zhenyi cut us to pieces with a knife, and the master also changed back, what's going on?" Wang Suizhen was not afraid of the master's anger, so he planned to break the casserole and ask to the end, and directly asked about the specific supernatural powers.

"That's just the fantasy ear in your and Bai Zhenyi's hearts! How can a broken arm be restored? Can a person grow back after being chopped up? How can there be such a thing in the world? Mu Fengzhi looked at Wang Suizhen, with an expression like a stupid pig on his face.

At this time, Wang Bo'an had already helped the boy who had recovered his senses to come over, and because he avoided Wang Suizhen's rules of the school, he sat far away.

Mu Fengzhi asked Wang Suizhen to get up, and beckoned Wang Bo'an to sit with Xiao Tong on the side, and said with a smile: "Yun Zhongzi also come over, let's listen to the old past together." ”

Wang Suizhen didn't understand who Master He was calling? However, looking at the look of surprise and understanding on Wang Bo'an's face, the master was obviously calling him.

Wang Bo'an bowed and said, "The old gentleman is a person with profound morals, I don't know the name of Gao, what is the Taoist number?" ”

Mu Fengzhi waved his hand and said: "Don't be so polite, my name is Mu Fengzhi, not a monk, no Taoist number, in fact, you and I are not so raw, but old friends, do you remember the old monk when you were five years old?" ”

When Wang Bo'an was born, his mother had a dream in which the fairy stood in the clouds and handed the child to her!

So after he was born, his father and grandfather named him - Wang Yun!

As a result, Wang Bo'an still couldn't speak when he was five years old, and everyone said that he might be a natural mute!

Later, an old monk who traveled around said: "What a child, it's a pity that the Tao is broken!" ”

Wang Bo'an's grandfather Wang Lun asked his father Wang Hua for a long time to understand together, and then changed the name of Wang Yun to Wang Shouren, and from then on he spoke!

Wang Bo'an was naturally very clear about this, but he had already vaguely understood what the old monk looked like.

"You're the Master? You don't look like a monk, but like a Taoist? Wang Bo'an was a little puzzled.

"That monk is not me, that old monk is a thousand great monks, he passed by your door with me that day, he said that to you, and then left, I followed him far behind him, and we had a relationship at that time."

Wang Bo'an then understood, but he said that he was only a five-year-old child at that time, and he had no impression at all.

He was very grateful to that master of the thousand weights, if it weren't for that great monk, he might still be a dumb person now? Then he asked, "Where is the thousand great masters now?" I'd like to visit him. ”

Mu Fengzhi scratched his head and said: "I am sitting here now, the thousand old monk is naturally dead, he is gone, not even a relic, if you want to visit him, there is a little trouble, I am afraid it will not work, but what can you tell me, I can tell him when I meet him again." ”

Mu Fengzhi's words, Wang Suizhen and Wang Bo'an were a little furious, and thought: "Since Monk Qianzhong has passed away, how can I meet him again?" Tell him? What is the meaning? ”

Mu Fengzhi saw that Wang Suizhen and Wang Bo'an were not thinking of belonging, only the little boy had a pair of black eyes, his bones were spinning, and he said helplessly: "Okay, let's gossip, let's get back to the point, or continue to talk about the past." ”

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Sixty-five years ago, Mu Fengzhi was born in a wealthy family.

As I grew older, my talent gradually revealed.

As the saying goes: everything is inferior, only the reading is high, Mu Feng's talent is intelligent, he has been reading the books of sages since he was a child, he was born at the age of eight, he was a twelve-year-old talent, and he broke the father who had a son in his later years, and he supported his son to get famous.

As a result, he was very happy and sad, from the age of twelve, to the age of thirty-two, and there was no gain.

Father Mu was too old and sick, and his mother soon followed his father.

Mu Fengzhi's wife became pregnant and gave birth five years later, but as a result, one corpse and two lives, and none of the adults and children were saved.

Thirty-seven-year-old Mu Fengzhi did not pass the examination again and returned home.

was originally a happy and wealthy family, but he was left alone.

He was immersed in the sea of books, did not produce, and did not know how to do business, the poorer he became, his family fortune plummeted, and finally when he was thirty-eight years old, he couldn't open the pot!

Look at the once spacious and bright house is now broken and mottled, and the roof is overgrown with grass, and look at the original oily and shiny gate now lined up with mildew.

Mu Fengzhi completely woke up from the pile of books.

The original good life is mixed into such a tragic situation, who can blame it?

Those who cannot honor their ancestors and gain fame are those who fail.

Walking down the street, everyone pointed at him, and all the words carried a huge sneer.

"Whitch!"

"Rubbish!"

"Poor sour ghost!"

"Trash!"

Walking on the street, even five or six-year-old children have a strong look of disdain.

When the neighbors scolded the children or quarreled with each other, Mu Fengdu became an indispensable ingredient: "Do you want to be a poor killer like Mu Fengzhi at the head of the village?" ”

"Do you want to become a poor sour showman?"

"Don't you know the rice bucket of Mu Fengzhi at the head of the village? You're going to be just like him! ”

Mu Fengzhi sometimes wondered if the wall was laughing at him too? Is the gate laughing at him too? Could it be that the bed board was also laughing at him?

When he dreamed, no one even praised him in his dreams.

Even God seems to despise him.

From being arrogant when he was young, to being disheartened.

Mu Fengzhi knew that he had no way to change himself, and there was no way to make any more progress in the Bagu Wen.

When will such a day be a head?

Maybe at the age of sixty-two, he still can't pass the exam.

No, it's wrong, it's actually that he can't be admitted until he dies.

When he was younger, he thought it was within reach.

At this time, he realized that although he was a showman, there was a gap between him and the lifter.

That distance was the farthest distance in the world, and he would never be able to reach it.

Mu Fengzhi finally got tired of it.

He was a little impatient.

He sold his only possession, the ancestral house.

Although this ancestral property was placed by his grandfather when he was young, he looked for the most famous feng shui gentleman at that time, and it was the best feng shui, but it can be prospered for hundreds of generations, and within five generations, there will be saints!

Obviously, that feng shui gentleman is blowing nonsense, he is only the fourth generation, so he can't do it.

It was sold for one hundred and six taels of silver.

He wrapped all his silver taels in a rag baggage, put down the Four Books and Five Classics that he had read for more than 30 years, and resolutely embarked on the road of seeking immortals.

Yes, look for the immortals.

Since it is so ethereal and difficult to find, then Xun Xian asked, it should be less difficult, right?

Mu Fengzhi, who has been interested in mysterious things since he was a child, is familiar with the mountains where there may be immortals in China.

Before leaving, Mu Fengzhi, who was proficient in easy learning, gave himself a hexagram.

Hexagram 47 Ze is sleepy, like saying: Ze has no water, sleepy. The gentleman is fatal.

He thought to himself: "This hexagram is showing my will, there is no water in the Ze, I am trapped in it, how can I succeed if I don't work hard?" Desperate will definitely be able to achieve my will! ”

Mu Fengzhi laughed, and slowly walked away in the surprised eyes of the villagers and neighbors.

Sleeping all the way, Mu Fengzhi has traveled through many famous mountains and rivers, from Tianmu Mountain in Zhejiang, to Wuyi Mountain in Fujian, to Longhu Mountain and Sanqing Mountain in Jiangxi, and then to Wudang Mountain in Hubei, and finally to Qiyun Mountain in Anhui.

There is no immortal who can make him look at it.

On these mountains, there are not a few cultivators, and there are too many people to mention, but none of them can make him look at Mu Fengzhi!

Yes, when others enter the mountains to seek the Tao, they all worship immortals and seek Buddha.

Mufeng is very different.

He wanted to be a father to someone else.

The great monks, the old Taoist priests, all of them are powerful, have status and wealth, who wants to recognize a poor and sour show as a father?

The reason why Mu Fengzhi is such a dick is that he is tired and crooked.

Seeking immortals is just the last pride before he dies, he wants to completely vent the evil anger he has suffered for most of his life, and then die.

Not to seek immortals, but to die.

Death is death, but not simply death, but after despising all the so-called enlightened masters who are extremely respected by others, we must die.

This is the last pride of his life as a useless failed scholar.

The silver has long been spent, and since he got off Wuyi Mountain, he has started a life of begging, and he has to eat all the way to the Xianshan Dachuan behind.

When you ask for food, you can lower your voice, but when you meet the master, you must be arrogant, and he will rebuke any word of the master!

That's how proud it is.

Or tsundere.

Finally, when he arrived at Qiyun Mountain, his weak body seemed to be a little unable to hold on.

It seems that this Qiyun Mountain is his burial place.

On this day, he asked for a bowl of bean and vegetable soup like pig food, and when he was full, he started his mountaineering journey.

After entering the mountain, he did not encounter any more people, he wandered around Qiyun Mountain for three days, and at noon on the third day, he climbed to the top of a mountain.