To say that the mountains are majestic, among the famous mountains and rivers in the world, this Liaodong Yiwu Lu Mountain is not yet ranked. If you want to talk about geographical location, www.biquge.info is not important. The cultural landscape and historical relics are even more penniless. Only this mountain scenery can be regarded as beautiful, especially in summer and autumn, refreshing and pleasant.

At the west foot of this mountain, there is a peak, called Qingyun Peak. The name comes from a small Taoist temple on the mountain, and this Taoist temple is called Qingyun Temple.

Why does the name of the view come before the name of the peak?

More than ten years ago, this peak was still unknown. Since a Taoist set up Qingyun Temple on this peak, it was called Qingyun Peak by people who fled to the mountains.

Since the rise of Jiannu in the Wanli period, this Liaodong is like a hell on earth for the Han people.

I don't know how many sons and daughters stained the earth, and I don't know that the cities and villages have been washed away by blood.

Those who were lucky enough to escape the catastrophe either moved south and entered the customs. But I heard that life in the customs is not easy, natural disasters are continuous, thieves are everywhere, burning, killing and looting, and it is also in dire straits.

Either he became a shunmin, kept his hair without his head, kept his head without hair, abandoned the Han family's clothes, and became a clothed slave of Jiannu.

And if you don't choose either, there is only one place to go, in the mountains.

So in the mountains of this medicine witch, there are some villages formed by the people who have fled. Refugees.

At the foot of Qingyun Peak, there is such a village.

It's like Tao Yuanming's Peach Blossom Spring. But after all, there is no such leisure, there is no strange traffic, and there is no smell of chickens and dogs. Although he is dependent on the mountains to eat the mountains, he is also living in poverty. In addition, there is no connection with the outside world, such as medicine. Once someone gets sick, they have to work hard.

This is trivial, so I won't mention it for the time being.

On Qingyun Peak, in Qingyun Temple, there was only one Taoist priest earlier. Claiming to be a native of Qingyun Dao. Since ten years ago, the people of Qingyun Dao have walked out of the mountain, and when they came back, they had an extra child.

I heard that when I was walking outside the mountain, I encountered Jiannu Tu Village near Jinzhou, and I finally snatched it back from the pile of corpses.

The child's surname is Zhao, and his single name is Yu.

At that time, when the Qingyun Dao people rescued the child, the child was nine years old, sensible, he knew what his name was, and he also knew that his parents were killed by Jiannu.

The enmity between parents is too heavy for a child. This kind of repression makes this child's personality become very silent.

In the silence, there was a sense of anger.

After the Qingyun Taoist brought the child back to Qingyun Temple, they didn't want the child to be blinded by hatred, so they accepted him as a Taoist child, reciting Taoist scriptures every day, and washing away grievances and hatred with the Taoist indifferent and peaceful atmosphere and the pure spirit of the mountains.

Ten years later, a nine-year-old child has grown up.

Qingyun Dao people are also gray-haired.

Time flows, nothing more.

On the morning of this day, when it was almost the end of the day, the light of the morning sun crossed the Yiwulu Mountain and shone to the western foothills. Qingyun Dao people did a morning class, made breakfast, and then came out.

Qingyun Temple is halfway up the mountain of Qingyun Peak, and in front of the gate, it is a cliff. There is a trail hidden in the dense forest that leads to the bottom of the mountain.

In front of the gate, on the cliff, there is a flat land with a roughly one-minute area. A long, but not thin, figure was standing on the edge of the cliff and boxing.

This is Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu is very tall, in ancient words, eight feet long. But at first glance, it is not very majestic, and it looks long and well-proportioned.

He was wearing a tattered short coat that had been washed white and had many patches, which was changed from the old Taoist robes of the Qingyun Dao people.

The arms are bare, revealing strong muscles. Between punches and kicks, the muscles are bulging, and they look as tough as steel!

The fist wind passed by, crackling, and even the Qingyun Dao people standing by the door at a distance of three or five zhang could also feel the strong wind blowing in their faces.

The old Taoist priest snuggled by the door like this, smiling at Zhao Yu practicing boxing while smiling at his sparse beard.

This set of boxing techniques in Zhao Yu's hands was passed down by the old Taoist. It is a secret kung fu of Taoism, which is a superior method of internal and external cultivation.

What amazed the old Taoist priest was that Zhao Yu had only spent ten years in this fist and foot kung fu to the point where he had reached the peak of the third layer and could not advance!

You must know that the old Taoist priest secretly passed on this kung fu, and in the first forty years, before the qi and blood decayed, he only practiced to the second level. Even so, in this world, there are very few people who can defeat the old Taoist, and I am afraid that I can count them with a slap.

Now, a miracle is just around the corner.

A child whose parents were killed by Jiannu only took ten years to cultivate this kung fu to an almost unprecedented realm!

Qingyun Dao people have long been numb by shock, and they are used to it.

He knew that this child had a breath in his heart, a breath of anger, supporting and urging him. Revenge, this obsession, prompted him to regard this kung fu as the only straw and hold on tightly.

Sometimes Qingyun Dao people will have some regrets in their hearts.

He didn't know whether it was right or wrong to teach Zhao Yu this kung fu. A child who is already born with divine power and a peculiar physique, coupled with this kung fu that has been practiced to the peak, the whole humanoid monster.

If he does evil, I am afraid that no one in this world can stop him!

With this anger in his heart, there is no reason why the people of Qingyun Dao are not worried.

But I pity his peculiar physique, and I don't want my secret kung fu to be lost. To be honest, it is a kind of luck to find a successor with such excellent and even unprecedented qualifications.

"I just hope that this child has avenged his parents' revenge and can dissipate the anger in his heart..."

Qingyun Dao people thought so.

Zhao Yu had long known that his master was beside him. With the fact that he has now cultivated the Ice Muscle Jade Bone Skill taught by his master to the highest level, his senses are keen, not to mention the distance of three or five zhang, but the distance of thirteen and thirteen zhang, and he can also see the details.

In the past ten years, the Ice Muscle Jade Bone Gong has penetrated deep into the bone marrow. Since the master taught this kung fu, I always have to practice it every morning and evening. It has become a habit engraved in the bones.

At least once the punch and kick are finished, it will not stop.

It's never going to stop halfway.

This is also the reason why Qingyun Lao Dao never interrupted Zhao Yuxing's boxing practice.

After a while, this time the fists and kicks were finally finished, Zhao Yu finished his efforts and stood quietly, his palms were three inches below his abdomen, his chest and abdomen bulged, and he was full of breath, and it took a long time to slowly spit it out, turning into a condensed white gas, rubbing against the air, and making a snort.

Exhale into a sword!

Although this kind of kung fu is only a small embodiment of ordinary boxing, even so, it is difficult to find a few comparable ones in the world.

Qingyun Dao people have such kung fu, but if they spit it out in one go, it is definitely not as long as Zhao Yu.

This breath and a cup of tea are finished.

Zhao Yu's slightly squinted eyes opened, shooting out a ray of fine light, and then retracted his breath, and his fierce momentum dissipated, turning into an ordinary youth.

"Master. ”

Qingyun Dao people laughed: "It's over?" ”

As he spoke, he turned around and entered the Taoist temple.

Zhao Yu hurriedly followed.

Although Qingyun Dao people are Taoist priests, they can't help but eat and drink. I don't know if it's the inheritance of that faction. Anyway, Zhao Yu had never heard a word from his master.

Zhidao is a Taoist priest who travels to the party, and he feels tired, so he has set up a Taoist temple in this Qingyun Peak, planning to spend the rest of his life like this.

Qingyun Dao people have a lot of kung fu, and in this mountain wilderness, the birds and beasts are the best ingredients. Otherwise, Zhao Yu has been practicing for ten years, without the support of these meats, I am afraid that he would have practiced himself early. Even if you have a special constitution and do not have a diet supplement, you will become a tuberculosis.

There was a large clay pot on the table, and the mouth of the jar was one and a half feet in diameter. A large jar of meat was stewed in it. There are no condiments, just salt, plus some medicinal herbs and wild vegetables picked in the mountains, and you can eat it.

Both the master and apprentice are people who practice kung fu and are both pot-bellied men. is an old Taoist priest, who is now seventy or eighty, and can eat five or six catties of cooked meat in one meal.

Not to mention a young man like Zhao Yu.

People say that half-grown children eat poor people. Zhao Yu's belly is much stronger than that of a half-grown child!

It is also thanks to the prosperity of birds and beasts in this mountain. It's a shame that there are just two strongmen in this medicine witch mountain. If there are ten or eight, in ten years, I am afraid that this mountain will be poor.

The meat in the jar is red deer. It was a prey that Zhao Yu had come back after running for dozens of miles in the mountains yesterday. Since Zhao Yu's kung fu success, Qingyun Dao people have never taken care of this hunting matter.

Since Zhao Yu was twelve years old, the old Taoist priest has only been in charge of collecting medicine.

Originally, he also wanted to pass on his medical skills to Zhao Yu, but the breath in Zhao Yu's heart was used in practice, where did he have the heart to calm down and learn medical skills?

I had to hold it for now.

The master and apprentice sat down at the table. The old Taoist priest sat on the top, and Zhao Yu sat down, sitting opposite each other.

They each took their chopsticks and feasted on them.

Seeing that the slap-sized piece of venison disappeared into Zhao Yu's mouth in the blink of an eye. That mouthful of teeth, like a grinder, gently grinds the meat and crushes it, and swallows it as soon as the throat moves.

It's a big jar of meat, I'm afraid there are no twenty or thirty catties, and in less than half a column of incense, all of them were filled by the master and apprentice.

Even the medicinal herbs and wild vegetables underneath, and the last half jar of soup were all poured into the stomach.

One old and one young, all with their stomachs suffocated, bulging like a pregnant woman.

But he didn't care.

Zhao Yu cleaned up the mess on the table first, and his strong digestion ability had already reduced his stomach. Then he went straight to the main hall, and the Qingyun Dao people were meditating in the hall at this time.

Zhao Yu took his futon and sat down in front of the master.

Qingyun Daoist opened his eyes: "What do you want to say?"

Zhao Yu scratched his head: "Master, I want to go down the mountain." ”

Qingyun Daoren was slightly stunned, looked at Zhao Yu for a long time, and said, "I knew that there would be such a day." I've known since I dug you out of the pile of corpses. ”

The old Taoist priest let out a long sigh: "You have a lot of kung fu, and the world is so big, you can also get it." But your enemy, after all, is not ordinary. I was late for the teacher, and I don't know who did it..."

Zhao Yu's eyes let out a fierce color, and he pursed his lips: "Master, I remember who it is." ”