How can you teach me?

A question, just four words, straight to the heart.

Is there such a genius in this world?

The old Taoist king Jiuding was speechless for a while.

The little shepherd boy spoke in an incredibly loud tone.

If it spreads, it has to make people laugh off their big teeth?

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Wang Jiuding would have been unimaginable.

But facts speak louder than words.

Whether it is the elixir that brings the dead back to life, or the miraculous skill that makes it easy to wash the marrow, it should not appear in an eight-year-old child.

Reality is always more mysterious than imagination.

In the face of the inquiry, the old Taoist Wang Jiuding pulled his beard tightly with his hand, and pondered, what skills can he teach to this martial arts wizard in front of him?

Ordinary medicinal materials turn decay into magic, with a big iron pot that does not slip away in black, you can practice the treasure pill of resurrection and life, and you can do such a thing that violates common sense, you must have a comprehension of pharmacology beyond ordinary people!

At this point, Lao Daogui is the head of Wudang, and he is ashamed of himself.

And martial arts ......

This shepherd boy Lu Chunliang has the magic skill of Yi Jin and washing the marrow, what martial arts can he compare?

After thinking about it for a long time, Lao Dao sighed deeply, and finally stopped torturing himself and gave up useless work.

Although he had never met, he could also imagine how helpless the first six hundred and sixty-five people were in their hearts!

Do you really want to give up this martial arts wizard in front of you?

The old Taoist king Jiuding was not reconciled to this.

Wait, maybe......

Looking at the little shepherd boy in front of him, who was short and less than half a person tall, but his bearing was already extraordinary, the old Taoist king Jiuding made a deep compilation, and admired from the bottom of his heart, "Little doll, you are right! I can't teach you!"

"That's really the case!" the shepherd boy Lu Chunliang also sighed angrily, and there was not much surprise.

This kind of emptiness, loneliness and coldness, he has experienced it too many times at the age of eight, and he has already learned to get used to it.

At this time, the old Taoist changed his words, but he said again, "Although the old Tao can't teach you!, but the old Taoist can accept apprentices on behalf of the teacher, how about accepting you as my junior brother? In this way, you will become the person with the highest rank in Wudang, and you can browse all the unique learnings, Taoist scriptures, classics, and records of Wudang at will...... The ancient sages are the teachers, and the heavens and the earth are naturally friends, so that you can live up to your natural and surprising bones, and your innate super understanding!"

"Ancestors are teachers, nature is friends!" Lu Chunliang, a shepherd boy, didn't expect this old Taoist king Jiuding to give such an unprecedented choice, and he couldn't help but hesitate for a while.

Worship into the famous family, and be able to get away with it alone, such a good thing, there is no second thing in the world!

But when I thought of it, this Wudang enemy and even the head of the family, Wang Jiuding, was seriously injured and dying.

Isn't it self-inflicted if you send your little arms and legs to the door......

It's not a good thing to have too many generations!

"I don't ......" he couldn't help but regret in his heart, and was about to shake his head.

The old Taoist king Jiuding's eyesight was already outstanding, and he had already noticed the slightest change in his expression, and before the shepherd boy Lu Chunliang finished speaking, he spoke first.

"I am a great enemy in Wudang, you don't have to worry about it, junior brother! That person will never go to Wudang Mountain again. Lao Dao promised that as long as your martial arts did not succeed for a day, you would not have to go down the mountain for a day. After all, junior brother, you have no master in martial arts, and the mundane means of going down the mountain to practice this kind of polishing martial arts is no longer applicable to you!"

Lao Daokou has naturally changed his name to Lu Chunliang as "little junior brother".

"Well... Okay!" the shepherd boy Lu Chunliang thought for a long time, and finally nodded.

"Little junior brother...... "Old Daoist Wang Jiuding's old face immediately wrinkled, and he smiled like a flower.

"Senior brother...... "Shepherd boy Lu Chunliang frowned his little face and shouted reluctantly, with anticipation in his expression.

Military... While... Is it ......

......

I never thought that one day, I would really enter the martial arts sect and set foot in the rivers and lakes of grievances and hatred?

But I don't know why, in the eight-year career of Shilipo, one person practiced swords, and sought martial arts alone, why did the state of mind that had long been broken rise without a trace of blood for a long time?

The shepherd boy Lu Chunliang's little face was full of melancholy.

"Little junior brother, without further ado, let's go!" After taking two Rejuvenation Pills in a row, the injury was greatly relieved, and the old Taoist Wang Jiuding stood up, but he didn't want to wait for a moment.

"Although the scenery here is good, but if you return to Wudang one day earlier, you can also practice the true martial arts system as soon as possible, and the three crazy masters have passed on! Old Dao can't wait to see the day when the little junior brother martial arts is completed one day!" he said with a smile, full of expectations.

"Okay!" Lu Chunliang, the shepherd boy, has long been without relatives and no reason, although Shilipo is good, there is no need to be too nostalgic.

After all, he doesn't have to become a Shilipo Sword God.

Uncle Wudang?

It's not bad!

Seeing that he simply agreed, the old Taoist king Jiuding smiled heartily.

The shepherd boy was fast, alone, with no belongings, and hurriedly packed some of his clothes, and had nothing to bring.

He took one last look at the cottage he had built by himself, took a deep breath, and then carefully closed the door.

Bellow......

A low roar.

The old cow has spirituality, seems to realize something, approaches, bites the sleeve of the little master, and is reluctant to give up.

"Wait!" Lu Chunliang touched its two giant horns, and suddenly raised his head, "Senior brother, although this cow belongs to the Huang landlord's family, but it is something I have brought up since I was a child, if you want to take it as a companion when you go back to Wudang!"

Seeing that his steady little junior brother showed his childlike temperament unprecedentedly, the old Taoist Wang Jiuding gently patted him on the shoulder.

"Okay, junior brother!"

A moment later, an old man, a young man, and a young cow, in the afterglow of the setting sun, gradually departed, disappearing into the distance of the horizon, and only the sound could be heard in the distance.

"Little junior brother, senior brother still doesn't know your background?Ling Zun, how did Ling Tang die?" asked the old man softly.

"My parents didn't survive the robbers' massacre of the village! At that time, I followed the old gentleman to study and escaped. The shepherd boy's voice was calm,

"In a peaceful and prosperous world, there are bandits who dare to act in vain! Do you need senior brother to help you take revenge?"

"No need! I have already avenged this revenge! I personally concocted poison, polluted the water source, and poisoned all the people in the bandit village. The shepherd boy's voice was faint, as if he was saying the most ordinary thing, and the conversation changed again, "Since then, I know that studying medicine can't save the world, and studying literature can't save myself, so I turned to practice martial arts!"

Lao Dao was speechless for a while, and only took a deep breath for a long time.

"It's you, junior brother!"

......

"Is this Wudang Mountain?"

The mountains rise and fall, such as the big dragon lying on the earth, eternal and eternal, the golden top is majestic, the sect of ten thousand mountains, overlooking the peaks.

The burly old man, leading the green ox, sat on it a half-grown boy, looking at it from afar, only to feel that there was an endless ancient heavy breath rushing to his face.

Bellow......

Lingshan has a clear air.

The big green ox sniffed greedily in its nostrils and let out a long roar of joy.

"Wudang, I'm finally back!Little junior brother, this will be your mountain gate in the future?"

The shepherd boy Lu Chunliang looked unfamiliar, hesitated but nodded.

"Master, you're back!" suddenly a surprised voice sounded.

At the foot of the mountain gate, an honest man sat there with his legs crossed, as if he had been waiting for a long time, although he was wearing a Taoist robe, but his temperament did not match, like an old farmer in the field, with thick hands and feet.

As soon as he saw Lao Dao, he immediately greeted him in ecstasy.

But when he saw Lao Dao's pale face, he was immediately surprised, "Master, why are you injured! What about the two uncles and the four junior brothers?"

"Qingshan, there are other waves in this matter, let's talk about it later. Seeing that this simple man asked again and again, Lao Dao stretched out his hand to stop his words, and pointed to the shepherd boy Lu Chunliang and said, "Now, you come to meet your little uncle first!"

"Little uncle?" The simple man named "Qingshan" had wide eyes, looked at the shepherd boy on the green ox, and opened his mouth wide for a long time.

Such a doll is about the same age as his grandson, but he wants to be called Uncle Xiaoshi?

Even if he has been in the rivers and lakes for half his life, his heart is huge, and he can't come back to his senses for a while.

"Qingshan, don't be rude, what are you doing in a daze! This is the little uncle who accepts apprentices for the teacher!" said the old Taoist Wang Jiuding in a deep voice.

"Yes, Zheng Qingshan, the seventh son of Wudang, visited Uncle Xiaoshi!" Zheng Qingshan, a simple man, had a word written on his face.

The shepherd boy on the back of the green ox, half a hundred men call him uncle!

For a while, the scene was quite strange, and there was a strange feeling that there was no distinction between the old and the young, and the generations were reversed.

Lu Chunliang, the shepherd boy, grinned silently, and after nodding, his eyes swept away, and he sighed, and pointed his hand to the east.

"Senior brother, there are so many peaks in Wudang. You are the head, sitting on Tianzhu Peak, and I am the junior uncle, how can there not be a peak as a dojo?"

"Okay! You can choose!" "Old Daoist Wang Jiuding said with a smile.

"I want that!" The shepherd boy Lu Chunliang is not groundless, and he has already made a decision in his heart.

Lao Dao'er was slightly stunned, and looked along his fingers, only to see a peak standing obliquely, as if flying from the sky, towering into the clouds, and Tianzhu Peak side by side.

Seventy-two peaks to the big top, only one mountain is not a dynasty

This peak is called, Feilai Peak!

The old man smiled knowingly.

Feilai Peak, Feilai Peak, this peak is really not the same as the ordinary!

According to ancient legends, the mountain of Taihe, the peak of Wudang, the turtle, camel and snake, there are only seventy-one peaks.

But one day, a divine sword flew from the sky, divided the heavenly dome, fell here, and became a peak.

The Excalibur flies and falls to the ground!

This is the allusion to Feilai Peak.

Little junior brother, you are a martial arts wizard, the surprise of the bones is unheard of in the world, and it is really like the gods and men who flew from outside the sky.

Choose this peak, this peak is worthy of you!

Really......

The peak of God flies, and the people are like its peak.

It seems to have been predestined for a long time.

Fate, it's wonderful!

The old Taoist Wang Jiuding smiled silently, and his eyes reflected a small figure riding a big green ox upside down on the top of the moat.

Bellow......

The bull roared like thunder, stirring the sea of clouds and rolling.

The sound of the bamboo flute is melodious, and the seventy-two peaks of yellow cranes come.

A man and a cow, the figure disappeared into the clouds on the top of the mountain.

A chuckle was heard in the distance.

"Senior brother, if the martial arts are not achieved for a day, I, Lu Chunliang, will not go down to this peak for a day!"

"Okay, little junior brother!" Old Daoist Wang Jiuding raised his head and grinned, his old eyes were bright, and he seemed to be fascinated.

As soon as you enter Wudang, the clouds are like the sea, and the mountain people sit alone and fly to the peak.

Since then, it has been rumored in the rivers and lakes that there is an additional little uncle on Wudang Feilai Peak.

I only hear his name, but I don't see his person.

Thereupon......

White clouds and dogs, time is long.

Flying to the peak, the small figure lies on the side on the big bluestone on the top of the mountain, falling into a deep sleep.

There is a cliff on his side, and as long as he turns over slightly, he will fall down, and there will be no bones.

At a young age, he slept so peacefully, his eyebrows were clear, his eyebrows were like swords, his eyes were like stars, he was wearing a slightly larger robe, and his sleeves were swept by the wind and clouds.

Call... Suck... Call... Suck...

The breath is long, the clouds are like a cushion, the whole person is held in the air, and there are wisps of breath in the pores of the body, accompanied by the breathing cycle of the mouth and nose.

Heaven and earth, the human body circulate as one.

"Spit out heaven and earth, heaven and man are one!" exclaimed.

The golden boy in the clouds opened his eyes slowly, and slowly fell, and saw a simple man standing in front of him.

There was an old man standing on the side looking at this scene with a smile, and a pair of old eyes couldn't hide his amazement.

"Senior brother, why are you and Senior Nephew Qingshan here?" Dao Tong was surprised.

Before he could walk in, he frowned.

"Senior brother, your breath ......"

In a flash, he thought through the cause and effect, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Senior brother, are you going down the mountain again?"

"Senior brother doesn't have to mind! This is my Wudang cause and effect, and naturally it will be solved by me, the head of the family!" "Old Daoist Wang Jiuding said with a smile.

"But......" Dao Tong wanted to speak and stopped, his face unbearable.

"Senior brother, don't worry about senior brother! This is the calamity of senior brother's lifelong martial arts cultivation, and this time he will go down the mountain, and he must cross the calamity. Whether I live or not, it's what I want for the rest of my life!"

Seeing that the corners of Dao Tong's eyes were moist, he smiled and said, "Chunliang, no matter if I can return to the mountain smoothly this time!

The three crazy patriarchs were ominous in their later years, and once wrote 'The immortals are immortal, and the true martial arts do not exist' and went into extinction.

I don't understand what that means.

But the man who was in the position of head of the house was in this great terror all his life.

The three crazy patriarchs suppressed the rivers and lakes thousands of years ago, monopolized the world's martial arts, and overdid it, causing the use of Wudang Qi to be exhausted.

With a single thought, that person released the twelve demon seeds of the Demon Cave, wanting to forcibly reverse the creation, but it brought a huge catastrophe to Wudang, the rivers and lakes and the world.

This catastrophe started from Wudang, and it should also be destroyed by Wudang.

If the senior brother doesn't succeed, he can only ask the junior brother in the future.

In this life, the senior brother can't enter the mystery when he learns martial arts, but he can't revitalize the teacher, and in the end, he expels the teacher, which can be said to be nothing.

But when he was old, he did the most correct thing in his life, that is, to accept you as a junior brother.

If I had seen you earlier, I wouldn't have gone astray from that person.

It's a pity that if this is not the case, the senior brother will also meet you.

It can only be said that the world is mysterious, and creation has made people!"

Lao Dao sighed leisurely, and spit out a great secret of Wudang that almost no one knows.

Daotong Lu Chunliang raised his head and listened, silent for a long time.

"Qingshan, listen to the order!" the old man sighed.

"Disciple, here!" the simple man knelt on the ground.

"Three crazy Wudang millennium luck, and then Zhongxing relies on pure good! Remember, your little uncle can do without Wudang, Wudang can't do without his little uncle! Wudang can't bear your little uncle, you understand!" The old man's voice was stern and could not be refused.

"Disciple, remember!" the simple man's voice choked.

"Senior brother, you may not see the day when your martial arts are completed, junior brother! When the time comes, go to my grave and burn a pour of incense and tell senior brother about me!" Old Dao smiled and touched Dao Tong's head, with an ominous meaning in his words.

Dao Tong did not dodge as never before.

"Let's go!" seemed to let go of the last big thing in his heart, the old Taoist took a breath, his sleeves fluttered, and strode down the mountain, only a long laugh echoed among the peaks of Wudang from afar.

"Wudang is lucky, fortunately to have you!

"Senior Brother......

Dao Tong stood on the top of the mountain, looking at it for a long time, and the wind blew, wetting his eyes.

......

"Senior Brother......

In a moment in the world, a thousand years have passed in a dream.

The corners of his mouth murmured slightly, and the figure sleeping in the clouds woke up slowly, his eyes were full of amazement, and he looked up.

At some point, the third nine-rank cyan lotus flower on his head had fully bloomed.

Red, purple, and green, the three flowers gather at the top, shine brightly, break through the confusion in my heart, and understand the past and present life.

Kiss......

There was a soft sound in the void, and the invisible portal naturally opened.

Behind the door is a new world, infinite creation, endless words.

And ten years later, after Lu Chunliang penetrated all the truth, only one voice echoed in his heart.

There is a god in the sky, and it is the same as the avenue!