Dong Qilang thought, this monk doesn't seem to know how old he is, he doesn't need to have eyebrows, he can't say that he has kind eyebrows and good eyes, and he can't say that he is fierce and evil, he is just a fat monk, and he can't say that he pays attention to details, and he can't say that he is informal.

He glanced at the monk twice, but he didn't understand why the monk was sighing. But all those who are monks and nuns come and go without worry, and they see through the red dust and the six pure people, does this monk still have seven or eight roots, and there are still black dust and yellow dust that have not seen through?

Just when Dong Qilang was thinking uncertainly and thinking to the side, the monk also came back to his senses and said to Dong Qilang:

"Boy, it's your turn. Whatever you want to write, write on the stone wall. ”

What to write? Dong Qilang thought that he had not read many books, so he had only seven or eight years of study life. If you have it, I wrote Su Dongpo's "Nian Nujiao Chibi Nostalgia", which was taught in junior high school and was also the first famous article.

He looked at the hard stone wall, afraid that his fingers would not be able to do it, so he would simply use a sword. When he was about to go down the mountain, the master called a group of apprentices and grandsons to him and gave it to him personally.

This sword is a sword used by Ling Weifeng, the first generation head of the Tianshan faction a long time ago, called the Sun and Moon Sword, one long and one short, and now the one in his hand is a short sword, when the ancestor gave it to him, he once said to him:

"There are two swords, and each one is the best of the best. I hope that you will carry forward the essence of this sword to support justice and not disgrace the reputation of my Tianshan faction. ”

Dong Qilang secretly made up his mind that he must not insult the reputation of the Tianshan faction.

It's just that he hasn't tried it yet, so in order not to lose face, he decided to speed it up, both to test his own skills and the power of this ancestral sword.

Dong Qilang gently pulled out the sword from his waist, and the sword was illuminated by the oil lamp, and the sword body immediately emitted a faint green light.

He was optimistic about the best writing position, and he probably clicked with his sword to occupy a few lines and rows. Qi ran through his right arm, and he began to inscribe.

There was a "swish" sound, and the stone chips on the stone wall rained down one after another. In less than two minutes, a pair of words appeared on the stone wall.

Dong Qilang is still more satisfied, except for the typesetting is a little worse, everything else is okay. Not inferior in depth to other adjacent works.

The young man saw that he had done it so quickly, and his mouth opened wide, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

The fat monk kept looking at Dong Qilang, frowning for a while, and nodding frequently for a while.

After looking at Dong Qilang for a long time, the great monk said to the wine boy:

"Find tools, load garbage. ”

I saw that he pushed with both hands, and the stone dust and stone chips that fell on the ground seemed to be pushed by someone and gathered together.

Dong Qilang saw that his way of moving was so special, and he also admired it a little.

After doing all this, the great monk saw that Dong Qilang was still standing in the same place, and couldn't help but let out a "huh". Looking up at the end of the heavenly wine cellar, he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, with a look of expectation.

Looking at the young man again, he was also looking at the end of the Tianci wine cellar, as if he was also waiting for something. After a few seconds, I suddenly heard a series of crisp sounds coming from the end of the Tianci wine cellar.

Dong Qilang felt as if there were beads rolling down on it, as if a bead had fallen on the disk or on the steps, and the sound was very crisp and clean.

"A bead has fallen, and the master has spoken, and it has not been a bead for several years. Every time I drop a bead, the master will teach me martial arts, so happy!"

As soon as the young man heard the sound of a bead falling to the ground, he was so excited that he trotted over, not knowing what he wanted to do. Dong Qilang thought that he might be picking up the bead that had rolled off.

"Boy, you're in luck. My senior brother hasn't thrown beads for twenty-one years, and it's good to be able to write a few strokes here, and you've also been appreciated by my senior brother, yes, go ahead. The old man only knows how to drink, and he doesn't know anything else, and those who can go up, my senior brother said, martial arts will not be weaker than me. Amitabha, good, good. ”

The monk clasped his hands together and said to Dong Qilang.

At this time, the young man who had run over also returned, and saw that his right hand was clenched tightly, for fear of losing the contents of it.

"Every time you get a bead, Senior Brother and I have to pass on your two kung fu, you kid is blessed. ”

At this time, the old monk stood with one palm on his chest, made a mockery movement, and gently stroked the young man's head with his left hand, showing incomparable pity in his eyes.

"How many beads did you get, remember?

"Second master, I only got two. ”

"When did you get the first one, and do you have any impressions?"

"Yes, Second Master. I got it when I was seven years old, and then you taught me to be familiar with every part of the human body and every acupoint, and you taught me to point points. I remember that you and the master had a quarrel over this. When you lose the argument, you say you won't live with him. That's when you live underneath. ”

"No, you got three. The first one was when you were half a year old, but you were too young to remember. The bead was placed in the thousandth jar. It's a lot of time, and you're twenty-eight years old. I'm also seventy-nine years old.

But your second master is not at ease, and you are not allowed to go out, hey, it is all the fault of the second master when you think about it. I quarreled with your master, and this is also the main reason. Later, when your master saw that I was too stubborn, he got angry with me, and only said that he had a fate to teach you kung fu, so that I was even more uneasy, at that time, I was fifty-eight years old, too young, too young, and I was not sensible, and I was afraid that you would go out and suffer a loss, and delay you, child. ”

The fat monk sighed and said:

"Your master will be ninety-seven years old this year. He was a full eighteen years older than me. We're all not small anymore. See if he forgives me, agrees with me and communicates, and if he agrees, we will discuss whether you can go out of the mountain. ”

Dong Qilang suddenly remembered that his ancestor Zhan Tianlong had told their junior brothers that he had gone down the mountain fifty years ago and competed with a master of the rivers and lakes who was addicted to alcohol. The masters of the rivers and lakes do not dump their accounts with friends in black and white. He likes to do things according to his personal preferences, and at that time he called himself a wine fairy.

The ancestor is also young and vigorous, and he made a bet with this self-proclaimed wine fairy that whoever loses will not be allowed to go down the mountain, and even the apprentices and grandchildren will not be allowed to go down the mountain. He and this wine fairy fought for wine and boxing skills, weapons, and finally internal strength.

In the end, he defeated the wine fairy in the internal force, but the master did not say the name of the wine fairy. Dong Qilang thought, could it be that the so-called master above is the wine fairy that the master said?

"Wine boy, your master is angry and doesn't teach you, but he still passed on your three top kung fu. So you must call him the master, call me the second master, and don't call me the master, but you can't help but respect your master. ”

The wine mountain man made a request to the wine boy. At this time, Dong Qilang woke up suddenly, and the monk in front of him was already seventy-nine years old, but he looked like he was in his fifties.

The drinking boy in front of him, who looked like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child, turned out to be twenty-eight years old, and he was older than himself, but he had never gone down the mountain and had not been exposed to the wind and sun. I have to call him a brother.

Suddenly, this Jiushan Weng raised his voice and said to Dong Qilang:

"Well, you kid, why are you still here, you haven't gone up? ”

After speaking, the thick body of the wine mountain weng shook, and he reached the end of the passage, blocking the light of the passage tightly, and the whole cave was pitch black.

Dong Qilang clasped his hands into fists in the direction of Jiushan Weng's departure and said:

"Thank you for the master's teachings, and the younger generations are grateful. ”

The wine boy was still standing there, holding the bead in his hand, overjoyed. Dong Qilang also hugged him:

"Brother Tai, Dong is disrespectful here, apologize first. I'll go up first, and I'll thank you later. ”

"You just go all the way up from the end of the heavenly cellar. My master is on it. The wine boy pointed to the end of the wine cellar and said to Dong Qilang.

"Thank you brother for your advice, Dong has thanked you here. ”

Dong Qilang hugged his fists and ran towards the Tianci wine cellar.

At the end of the cellar, you can see an upward stone staircase with an oil lamp above it. When he arrived at the place where the oil lamp was lit, it was a zigzag turn, and the road turned around, and it was a stone step, and at the end of the stone step, there was another oil lamp, and so on three times, and the zigzag stone level was finally finished.

Dong Qilang saw an upright cave, and a ray of light shone on it, and from the brightness of the light and the distance from which it came, this cave was at least seventy or eighty meters away from the top of the mountain.

The walls of the cave are smooth, as if someone had carefully sanded them and painted them. Dong Qilang made a difficulty, how can he get up?

Dong Qilang touched the stone wall with his hand, it was moist and smooth, but there was no peculiar smell, but the stone wall water felt slightly viscous, different from ordinary water, and there was an obvious slippery feeling. If it is only twenty or thirty meters, with his light skills, he is confident that he should be able to go up, but this is not twenty or thirty meters, roughly estimated, from here to the entrance of the cave, there must be seventy or eighty meters.

After thinking for a while, he had an idea: he still had to use the weapon in his hand to insert the sword on the stone wall, use the power of this short sword to insert it on the stone wall, and then perform his snow treading without a trace light skill, it should be possible.

There are two important conditions for this, one is that the sword can be inserted into the stone wall, and the other is that the sword must be able to be easily skilled, if the body stays at one point for too long, the sword will not be inserted too deeply, and the person is easy to fall.

Because to ensure the ascent speed, the sword can only be inserted a little bit, if it is inserted into the stone wall too deeply, it will take effort and time to draw the sword, which will consume a lot of physical strength, and you will not be able to enter the cave for a while.

Thinking about it carefully, he took out the sword from his waist again, and tried it on the stone wall first, it was okay, the sword was not a mortal thing after all, it was a sharp weapon for cutting gold and breaking jade. With a slight effort, the sword plunged into the stone wall by an inch or so.

With a sharp weapon in his hand, Dong Qilang's confidence doubled, he shook his spirit, his feet touched the ground, and the person jumped up two feet high, stretched out his right hand to the highest place, and inserted the sword, and the person jumped to the second height with the help of this hanging power.

After sticking his right hand into the stone wall eight or nine times, he felt that the height was already halfway over, so he switched to holding the sword in his left hand.

After a few more minutes, the light grew stronger and stronger, and he knew that he was close to the entrance of the cave, and the target was in sight. Dong Qishuang held the sword in his hand, and inserted the sword into the wall for the last time, this time he could use a lot of power, he soared into the sky one by one, and the person jumped up three feet high, and jumped out of the hole.

As soon as a person comes out of the hole, he feels comfortable, as if he has been pressed in the water for a long time and has not breathed fresh air for a long time. Now he feels that his whole body is full of oxygen and his vision is wide.

The place presented in front of Dong Qilang is like a fairyland on earth.