Chapter 7 Zhu Yunwen learned art in his dreams, and Tangjiazhuang fought against the enemy late at night
"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!"
A loud call pulled the fugue's Zhu Yunwen back to reality, and he was really not dreaming.
"Immortal Master, but you brought me here. ”
"Haha, the doll is really smart. ”
"I don't know why the immortal master came to me!"
"Your name is Xiaowen!"
"Well, Xiaosheng's name is Zhu Yunwen. ”
"Oh. That's naturally Xiaowen. Would you like to learn the Tao with me?"
When Zhu Yunwen heard this, his eyes lit up.
"Is the Tao just to make a person wander in the world in their sleep?"
The Taoist chief was stunned for a moment, then bowed his head and said, "Well, it's almost!"
"Then I want to learn!"
"What did you learn?"
Zhu Yunwen was stunned for a moment, and didn't seem to understand what the Taoist meant: "Didn't you let me learn!"
"yes. But what have you learned to do, do you want to take revenge?"
Zhu Yunwen expected that the immortal master would have such a great ability, so he naturally knew his identity. With a melancholy expression, he replied: "What's the use of revenge." Wouldn't you live up to the surname that Cuilian gave me? I'm going to enjoy the world in her place. I just want to control my own destiny when I study the Dao, and if possible, I will do something narrow for this world, punish the traitors and eliminate the evil!"
"Good, good!
The Taoist waved the dust. Zhu Yunwen felt that his body was no longer under his control, and floated to the front of the immortal chief, sitting with his eyes up.
"Remember this mantra!"
It's like it's imprinted directly in my head. After reciting the mantra, the breath of the whole body seemed to be bulging,
"Could it be that this is the powerful internal force of a martial artist!"
An Fenghai once told Zhu Yunwen that a powerful martial arts master can take things from the air with his internal force and hurt people a hundred steps away.
This Dao Chang can pull him down from his sleep here, obviously the means used have exceeded the martial arts kung fu, maybe this is the Dao method!
The next day, An Fenghai and Wu Niang got up early, and they wanted to go to the village to return the gift and thank the blind dates, which was equivalent to going back to the door. Wu Niang is an orphan, and the villagers in the village are her mother's family.
There are three villages around Sanhezhai, Nantai Village, Beitai Village, and Hulupeng Village, and Wuniang belongs to the people of Hulupeng Village.
The blue-eyed ghost then also went out of the house, and when he saw Feng Hai and his family, he quipped: "Brother Feng Hai, I slept well yesterday!"
"Thanks to the care of my brothers, I slept well. ”
"Haha, the cave room spends a lonely night, how can it be unbeautiful, fourth, you are really nonsense. ”
The bigfoot ghost and the blue-eyed ghost seem to be inseparable from Meng, and Meng is not out of focus.
Shanzi came out of the big house, and when he saw that several masters had woken up, he picked up the gong and cymbals and began to wake them up.
As soon as Zhu Yunwen went out, he was about to go down to the balcony to the basin to wash his face, when the sound of the gong was deafening, and he said, "Why is this gong struck so loudly today, is it because there is a happy event!"
When I looked up, I felt that the mountains outside were very clear, and even the broken tower in the distance was really visible. Zhu Yunwen suddenly remembered the "dream" last night!
"Isn't that a dream? Because I practiced martial arts, I was able to see clearly. Even if it's not a dream, how can it have such a great effect after only practicing for one night. Brother An said that it would take twenty or thirty years to cultivate profound internal strength, and fifty or sixty years at most!"
Zhu Yunwen thought about it, and had no clue, so he made a splash and washed his face.
"Fengshan, I will go to the village with your sister-in-law to return the gift, I will take a few samples of yesterday's congratulatory gift, you remember it. ”
"Good. ”
Zhu Yunwen didn't wipe his face, his hand touched and touched on his body, and took An Fenghai and his family into the account room, Yan Daan was stretching his waist and kicking his legs, and when he heard the words, he answered: "Brother Fenghai, pick some good ones, don't weaken the face of our Sanhe Village!"
"Know big brother!"
When he arrived at the account room, An Fenghai asked Wu Niang again: "Wu Niang, who are you giving gifts to, you can choose." ”
Although the congratulatory gift has not been unpacked, the contents are clearly marked on the wedding card outside. The ledger is separate, so remember it clearly.
Wu Niang picked seven or eight items of similar value, "That's all." For the rest, we'll just give some silver and some food. ”
Zhu Yunwen crossed out the congratulatory gifts, indicating that there were no such things in the bill. Then he kept an account in the ledger of his daily expenses, and he made a record of the money and food he had expended.
Shanzi set up the car, stacked the gifts, and carried the food to the car. The mountain road is not easy to walk, An Fenghai and Wu Niang helped the car in the back, and then got on the car when they reached the right road.
Sanhezhai to Hulupeng Village is only three or four miles of mountain road, but the mountain road is difficult to walk, and the trip is naturally slower.
Bashan Tangmen Tangjiazhuang!
Tangjiazhuang is a village, and the nine adults in the village are all surnamed Tang.
The night rain in Bashan dots the tower, and the little dream wakes up to hear the fairy sound!
This beautiful picture of the mountain residence has been stained red with blood at this time.
Tang Yuanzheng, the owner of Tangjiazhuang, fought with one person. The two hit the roof of the bamboo building from the ground, interspersed with the treetops of the bamboo forest, and shook violently.
At this time, in Tangjiazhuang, except for the three or two corpses on the ground and a young man watching the battle, there was no one else.
In the bamboo forest of the mountain behind Zhuangzi, halfway up the mountainside, you can vaguely see a Yangchang mountain road that has just been stepped out, wandering and winding, all the way to a cave, the entrance of the cave is very small, only allowing one person to bend down to pass, such a small hole is also blocked by the stone gate.
But in the cave is a world, wide and tall, and people feel like they are in another world.
Under the light of the torches, fifty or sixty figures can be identified as crowded together, these people are men and women, old and young, their eyes are fixed on the entrance of the cave, led by a man and a woman, the female is Tang Yuan's youngest daughter Tang Tiantian, but the male is her eldest brother Tang Zhantian.
"Big brother, we're really hiding here!"
"What if you don't hide it, the rainstorm pear flower needle is extremely powerful, as long as you are hit within a radius of half a mile, there will be no survival. ”
"The folks have already hidden, but why don't we go out to help. ”
"Even the second child can't reach out, even if we go out, Dad will also leave a trace of blood for our Tang family, in case it ......"
In case it must be a bad thing in the future, Tang Zhantian didn't say it. Tang Tiantian looked worried, as if he was talking to himself, and seemed to ask Tang Zhantian: "Who is that person, why does he have our Tang family's rainstorm pear flower needle!"
"Alas. In fact, this rainstorm pear blossom needle originally belonged to theirs!"
Tang Zhantian looked at the flickering firelight, as if he was recalling the past of the family.
"Dad doesn't want to talk to your woman's family about family matters. But now that our Tang family has reached the moment of life and death, I will tell you about it. Do you know what our Tang family's ancestor is called!"
"Isn't it called Tang Qiangu!"
Tang Zhantian showed a bitter and warm smile,
"You girl, my father strictly interrogated the ancestral hall and didn't allow women to enter, but you went secretly, but you were not scolded!"
Tang Tiantian pouted and said: "Dad, what's wrong with the woman's family, who said that the woman's family is inferior to the man." ”
Tang Zhantian shook his head and continued: "In addition to his real name, the ancestor also has a nickname, called the Thousand Hands Harrier. It shows that he is very good at light skills and hidden weapons. It's just that the patriarch doesn't like to be in the limelight and is a maverick, and there are not many people in the rivers and lakes who really know him at that time. After the patriarch was old, he took in two disciples, who were our grandfather and the father who came to commit the crime. The two of them followed the ancestor to learn art, and the foundation is the Tang family boxing that we are practicing now, and then there is the secret weapon. The patriarch has two major stunts, namely Rakshasa Flowing Cloud and Rainstorm Silver Light! These two stunts are each a technique for firing hidden weapons, and each has a matching weapon. The weapon corresponding to the Rakshasa Liuyun is called the Shura Double Evil, and it is equipped with one hundred and sixty-two various hidden weapons at the same time, and the Shura Double Demon is one hundred and sixty-four. And the hidden weapon corresponding to the rainstorm silver light is eight hundred and twelve three-inch steel needles, which are not much bigger than the needles of female red. Because the silver light of the rainstorm emits like pear blossoms all over the sky, it is also called the rainstorm pear blossom needle. But now the kung fu of the Rainstorm Pear Flower Needle has been lost, and what has been handed down is only the crossbow box of the Rainstorm Pear Flower Needle. ”
"Does it mean that the person who is here now doesn't know the stunt of Rainstorm Silver, but just relies on the crossbow box of Rainstorm Pear Flower Needle!"
"Not bad. The crossbow box of the Rainstorm Pear Flower Needle is the secret weapon of our Tang Sect, and no one can see it. But in fact, the person who created this crossbow box was Tang Qianli, that is, our grandfather's junior brother. Back then, the patriarch taught the two of them two stunts, because each of these two kung fu is a great kung fu, not to mention two things for ordinary people, even if they are the same, it is very difficult to refine them. Although the patriarch has two great skills, it is more of a theory, and it is not exquisite to practice. Therefore, the patriarch taught the two stunts separately, and used the method of drawing lots to decide who would learn which. Grandpa drew a Rakshasa flowing cloud, and Tang Qianli could only learn the silver light of the rainstorm. At first, the two of them didn't know which of these two stunts was strong and which was weak. Later, after practicing the fire, Tang Qianli felt that the silver light of the rainstorm was much weaker than that of the Rakshasa flowing clouds. Because Rakshasa Liuyun also has a pinnacle stunt called Blood Droplet. This stunt can not only be used on its own, but also can be used in conjunction with the Shura Shuangsha, which is very good. But it is naturally more difficult to practice, and grandpa has not been able to master it in his lifetime. But Tang Qianli didn't know these at that time, and felt that it was unfair, so he complained to his ancestor. The patriarch taught him that there is no distinction between high and low martial arts in the world, and an ordinary fist and foot practice to the peak can still resist the miracles of divine soldiers. Despite this, the patriarch still taught Tang Qianli a copy of the blood droplets' exercise formula. As the saying goes, those who are greedy will never be satisfied. Tang Qianli got blood drops, and he wanted to Shura Shuangsha, so he said to separate these Shuangsha from one person. At that time, my grandfather had not made any progress in practicing this Rakshasa Liuyun, and he felt that it was too difficult, and his qualifications were limited, so he proposed to the ancestor that he planned to exchange with Tang Qianli. This is the best of both worlds, but the patriarch reprimanded his grandfather fiercely: I separate these two techniques, that is, let the two brothers practice each other, regardless of each other, who knows that you are greedy for more and too little, it is really rotten wood and difficult to carve!"