May 5 in the summer of the sixth year of the Great Tomorrow

Since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, it has been an image of open-mindedness, tolerance, benevolence, righteousness and strength, but the life of the people has been much better in the past few years.

Walking on the official road from Huashan to Qinghai, Tang Naiman, who was already in his thirties, took his wife and children and just said goodbye to Wang Chuanling, the second master who presided over the affairs of the door, and was ready to go back to his hometown to worship his ancestors.

Tang Naiman's ancestor was originally a red-clothed lama of the Tantric Red Sect, and later after Tubo returned to the Great Yuan, Tang Naiman's ancestor became a servant of a general in the Yuan Dynasty because of the war, and was brought to Shandong to live.

Tang Naiman's ancestors have been letting their descendants go back to their hometown to find a prayer wheel in Gatuo Temple before they died, more than a hundred years have passed, to Tang Naiman's generation finally glorified the ancestors, and became the eighth generation of Huashan sect disciples, so thinking of the dream of returning to his hometown with wealth, Tang Naiman took his wife and children to embark on the way home.

Along the way is the country road at the entrance of the village can also see the tea shop, Tang Naiman's son is called Tang Kun, to his generation at first glance there is no alien looks, looking at the tiger's head, fair skin, and the Han family children are the same.

Tang Kun, who went down the mountain for the first time, looked at everything and felt novel, kept asking questions, and when the group walked to the vicinity of Ruoergai, they met an evil master who used poison to make darts, although Tang Naiman said that his qualifications were average, but after all, he practiced the authentic martial arts of Huashan Xuanmen for more than ten years, and newly learned the cold palm of two old servants who watched the mountain door, and finally killed this evil master in a big battle, and also got a secret book of evil ways with poison and darts.

Tang Naiman thought that he would bring it back to the mountain gate so that his fellow brothers could see his ability, so he did not destroy it on the spot.

Tang Kun watched his father fight with the stranger in strange costumes, but he was not afraid of it, but cheered loudly for his father, and when Tang Naiman came back victoriously, Tang Kun asked: "Daddy, your martial arts are really high, I also want to learn martial arts from you!"

Tang Naiman smiled and said, "Okay, when you come back, I'll let your Uncle Fang Ji take you as an apprentice." ”

After speaking, Tang Naiman threw the cheats into his bag, but he didn't know that a sly look flashed on Tang Kun's face when he saw it.

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When Tang Naiman's family rushed to Katuo Temple from northern Sichuan, there was a Tianzhu monk in Luoyang White Horse Temple, standing quietly under a pine tree and listening to the monks of the Daxiong Treasure Hall chanting.

After a long time, the monk Fa Ming, the superintendent of the White Horse Temple, came over and asked, "Senior Brother Modra, monks from all over the world have been invited to come, please move to the Uncovered Assembly." ”

Modala was stunned for a long time, and then said softly: "The wisdom and good thoughts of the people of Middle-earth have been self-contained, and it can be seen that the Buddha nature has been revealed, no wonder...... No wonder ......"

Monk Faming didn't speak, just stood quietly and waited, and Modala sighed and said with a sad face: "Senior Brother Faming, the poor monk is about to leave after preaching Mahayana Buddhism for fifteen days. ”

"Where are you going?" asked Fa Ming.

Suddenly, the withered petals of the latest blooming Luoyang peony flew in with the wind, and when it came to Modra, it stood still.

The thumb of Modra's index finger gently twisted the petals, and the remaining three fingers were curled like orchids, and then he nodded with a faint smile on his face.

"Huashan. ”

Modra looked fixedly to the west, and his eyes seemed to be able to see the treacherous mountains hundreds of miles away.

......

In the White Camel Villa, Ouyang Zhe, who had a beard, bowed to the clean room and said, "Father, the camel team is ready. ”

The wooden door opened by itself without wind, and the white-haired Ouyang Mo walked out with a snake cane with a glittering look in his eyes, and said with a smile: "Let's go, go to Huashan!"

......

Five days later, in the Yanjing Palace, Zhang Wuji, who was almost in his prime, finished reviewing the day's recitals, looked at several first-class master guards waiting in the distance and the lonely old eunuch on the other side, and asked, "What time is it?"

The old eunuch's face was wrinkled, and he looked as if he was eighty or ninety years old, but his voice was clear: "Your Majesty." ”

"Father-in-law Tong, how many years have you been in the palace?" asked Zhang Wuji with interest.

"Your Majesty, the old slave entered the palace eighty years ago. Father-in-law Tong bowed.

Since he undoubtedly discovered this old eunuch when he was wandering around the palace two years ago, Zhang Wuji asked a few words when he saw that he was pitiful, and he didn't want to suddenly find out that he had peerless martial arts, and he was worried that he was disguised by the enemy, so he was transferred to the sect to monitor, and in recent days, he was released after investigating his innocence.

Zhang Wuji asked, "Where did you learn your peerless martial arts?"

"Keep up with what the previous generation of Tong Gonggong learned, the old slave grew up with the previous generation of Tong Gonggong since he entered the palace, we inherited the martial arts of Tong Laozu in the Great Song Dynasty, no matter what the original surname was, after practicing the ancestral skills, they are the descendants of the ancestors. ”

Zhang Wuji beckoned: "You come in." ”

Father-in-law Tong walked into the room tremblingly, standing in a proper manner.

"What's the name of the martial arts you practice, and for what?"

"Your Majesty, the magic skills that the old slaves have learned are sunflower treasures, and the purpose of learning them is to protect the safety of Your Majesty. ”

"Oh?" Zhang Wuji smiled, "Okay, I will go to Huashan in ten days, and you can go with you." ”

Old man Tong knelt down to kowtow and said: "Long live the grace of Emperor Wu, the old slave will live up to His Majesty's love." ”

Ten days later

In a clean and clean room behind the Shaolin Temple Scripture Pavilion, Xie Xun, who had been ordained a monk, knelt in front of Du Er and recited the "Myoho-renge-kyo", and after a long time, he recited the second product of "Only the Buddha and the Buddha can investigate the reality of all the laws, the so-called laws are like the phase, such as nature, such as the body, such as the force, such as the work, such as the cause, such as the fate, such as the effect, such as the retribution, such as the end of the ......" This sentence suddenly paused.

Du'e sighed, "What are you worried about?"

Xie Xun bowed down and said, "The disciple is worried about the master. ”

"A stinky skin, why lose it?"

Du Er smiled, "Five years ago, I was defeated in the hands of Mr. Huashan Shenji, and I learned that Yangdingtian was dead, and thirty years of dry Zen was meaningless, and my heart was touched. ”

Xie Xun suddenly realized: "The disciple is in appearance, and he has a full body, that is, he is not sufficient." ”

"Good, good......"

Fifteen days later

On the mountain road of Zhongnan Mountain, a beautiful woman in a yellow shirt walked out of the back mountain, followed by four women in black and four women in white.

A woman in black stepped forward and asked, "Girl, shall we go directly to Huashan?"

"Go to Huashan. Yang Zhuoju said lightly, "Your old man is the west madness when Huashan discussed the sword, and now Mr. Shenji's martial arts and fame are not under Zhang Sanfeng, and the Huashan sword he presided over invited me again, how can I not go? ”

After speaking, Yang Zhuoju touched the jade flute on his waist, and remembered the penance he had done on the cold jade bed for five years, and his heart was settled.

"Girl, how did you copy the words and symbols in the Chongyang Stone Chamber in the tomb, and who do you want to give them to?" asked the woman in black.

Yang Zhuoju was stunned when he heard this, and said secretly: Yes, what am I going to do with it? Who will I give it to? How can we give it away?

For a while, Yang Zhuoju was already a little stupid, and only after half a day did he suddenly wake up and said, "I'll keep it for a look, don't ask more." ”

As soon as the words fell, Yang Zhuoju walked away step by step, and the eight women hurriedly used their skills to chase after them, but the three people disappeared.

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Huashan faction backyard

This year, Xian Yutong has just reached the age of knowing the destiny of heaven, Yao Mingzhu and Hu Qingyang are also forty and six this year, although they are naturally beautiful and good at maintenance, but after all, the corners of their eyes began to wrinkle.

Xian Yuqi is overseas all the year round, Xian Yuyan suddenly left a letter and disappeared, the second daughter only felt exhausted, and in the past two years, she has added a problem of insomnia and dreams.

Hu Qingyang used moxa to moxibustion Yao Mingzhu to treat her insomnia with acupuncture points such as Zusanli, Sanyinjiao, Quchi, and Shenmen, and said: "Brother Tong is out of the customs. ”

Yao Mingzhu squinted his eyes slightly and nodded: "I came out of the customs this morning, and he has been in retreat for another eight months this time, hey, we haven't seen him a few times a year in the past five years." ”

"Hey, he's the number one in the world now,"

Hu Qingyang is the most knowledgeable, gentle as water, she said with a smile on her eyebrows: "This year is when Brother Tong invited Huashan, the world's first-class master, to discuss the sword, he was afraid of losing to others, and fortunately, there is a sister You are in charge of the affairs of the mountain gate, so that Brother Tong has no worries." ”

"You are just likable, and you always think about others. Yao Mingzhu suddenly reached out and took the flickering moxa rod in Hu Qingyang's hand, and said with a smile, "You have been serving me for more than 20 years, come, my sister will give you a moxibustion today." ”

Hu Qingyang shook his head and said, "The rules are broken, where is this?"

Yao Mingzhu took Hu Qingyang's hand and sighed: "Hey...... Qi'er is older, I heard that with a Zhao girl all day long, Brother Tong's heart can't accompany us in the desperate situation of martial arts, and Yanyan is even more ...... It's already gone, and I think it's our sisters who will depend on each other for their lives, you say...... Is it?" After speaking, Yao Mingzhu looked at Hu Qingyang with tears in his eyes.

Hu Qingyang's eyes turned red, and he said, "Sister said yes! Sister, I am really blessed to be a sister to you." ”

"Don't talk about it, you lie down first, and point me to help you heal. ”

Yao Mingzhu helped Hu Qingyang to sit down, and then grabbed Hu Qingyang's calf and learned to use mugwort to get together on her feet, Hu Qingyang smiled: "Okay sister, your hand is one inch closer......

"Aren't I afraid of burning you......"

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On a steep ladder to the top of Mount Hua fifty zhang away, Xian Yutong stood quietly, listened quietly, and after a while, he trembled his eyebrows and said to himself: "I can't stand you......"

The voice was soft, as soon as he said it, he was blown away by the cold mountain wind, and a white mist cloud came with the wind.