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"Master, does there have to be a fat man in every story?"

A group of four people walked through Nanyan Palace, and after Mu Sanqian got down from his master Zhang Mingjun, he saw that there was a heroic cold-faced Taoist priest and a fat Taoist boy like a wooden barrel behind him, so he said something without a head.

"He is your senior brother Chen Changming, who is in charge of the precepts on the mountain, and you must be more disciplined in front of the senior brother in the future, otherwise even if I am in charge of teaching him, I will not sell face to me. ”

Zhang Mingjun put down Mu Sanqian just to let him know him first, and after a while, he had to write a letter to Zhang Fuxing in Tai'an City, so he asked Chen Changming to take him to meet several other uncles and brothers.

"I've seen Big Brother. ”

After hearing this, Mu Sanqian immediately bowed to Chen Changming very politely, and Chen Changming nodded lightly in response.

"He is your senior brother's apprentice, and he will be your nephew in the future. ”

"I've met Uncle Xiao, my name is Lu Zijiao, and you can call me Zijiao in the future. ”

Although Mu Sanqian, who was two years younger than him, became his junior uncle after going up the mountain, he finally had a playmate of almost the same age on the mountain, so Lu Zijiao was still very happy, and he was not too entangled in the fact that the other party would always press himself in terms of seniority.

"The donkey is called, haha, how could anyone have such a strange name?"

Lu Zijiao reported his family and turned out to be called by Mu Sanqian, who heard it as a homonym, and he was very happy at the moment, and this name was too much.

"It's not the donkey that calls, it's Lu Zijiao, the double-mouthed Lu, the son of Ziyue, the bright moon of Jiaojie!"

Lu Zijiao hurriedly explained, and his face turned red again with his hands and feet in a hurry.

"Don't mess around, you have to let your nephew take care of you more in the mountains in the future. ”

Zhang Mingjun stood behind and reached out and knocked Mu Sanqian's head to stop him from laughing.

"It's the master, I know it's wrong. ”

Mu Sanqian had already laughed into tears at this moment, and he tried to hold back after being knocked by the master, and raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes.

The four of them continued to walk towards Taihe Palace, and on the way, Zhang Mingjun briefly explained some things, and asked Chen Changming to take Mu Sanqian to meet several other uncles and brothers.

After the three of them watched the master leave, Chen Changming handed over this task to Lu Zijiao, because he also had to give homework to other Taoists.

So the twelve-year-old nephew led the ten-year-old uncle and began to visit several old immortals on Wudang Mountain one by one.

"That black-faced elder brother is your master?"

Lu Zijiao led the way in front, planning to take his junior uncle Mu Sanqian to visit his uncle Yao Jian and his uncle Guo Datie first. Because Uncle Yao Jian was obsessed with refining pills, he almost always stayed in the Dan room without leaving the house, and Uncle Guo was born as a blacksmith, so he naturally stayed in the Dan room after going up the mountain, watching the Dan furnace burn charcoal, and at the same time did not lose his own skills, he set up another stove in the Dan room, which was specially used by Uncle Guo to make iron.

The two stayed in the Danfang all day, and it was the easiest to find. The others are not so easy. Especially Uncle Lu You, who is obsessed with swordsmanship, sees the head and tail of the dragon all day long, and I have heard that someone has seen him in the deep pool under the waterfall in the back mountain, he is slashing with a sword and a sword in the waterfall that falls thousands of feet, he is really a madman who practices swords.

"No, the senior brother has a very high prestige on Wudang Mountain, and several uncles and ancestors ignore mundane matters, and the big and small things on the mountain are taken care of by the senior brother. The uncle of the master told you to abide by the rules in front of the master, and you must pay attention to this, the master is selfless, and no one who makes a mistake can escape punishment. ”

Lu Zijiao, who had a deep understanding of the master's character and behavior, was afraid that Mu Sanqian would not take it seriously, so he said several times in a row, but he had to keep the rules and could not be overcome.

"Okay, okay, I know, how can you be more verbose than my master at such a young age. ”

Mu Sanqian followed Lu Zijiao all the way, his eyes were full of new things, antique temples and palaces, and solemn fairy stone statues.

The two are of the same age, and their temperaments move and move, and they get acquainted after a while.

"Is the uncle in charge of the teacher verbose? I always see him smiling on weekdays, and the people on the mountain like him very much. ”

"I'm not talking about a Taoist master, I'm a monk master, and I'm as verbose as you, but my ability to quarrel is the best in the world. ”

"You still have a master monk?"

Lu Zijiao was surprised.

"Of course, but I may not see you again. ”

"Why can't you see it?"

"It's complicated, I'll tell you about it later. ”

Mu Sanqian shook his head and sighed, looking stunned.

"Here we are. ”

The two talked and laughed all the way, and after a while, they arrived at the Danfang.

Danfang is on the south corner of Wudang Yuxu Peak, Dan lacquer Zhumen Qingyong painting building, and there are two words of seal book Danfang on the door plaque.

Standing at the foot of the nineteen steps and watching the doors and windows closed, you could smell the sulfur in the air if you got closer, and the tinkling sound in the room was incessant, and the closer you got it seemed that even the temperature had risen a lot.

Mu Sanqian, Lu Zijiao, and the two of them climbed the stairs, pushed open the vermilion gate, and entered, only to find a huge stone screen standing inside.

Turning around and walking inside, the back turned out to be a ground partition wall full of brick and stone, dividing the entire Danfang into several spaces.

The temperature rises suddenly, as if you are standing in the sun on dog days.

"Jingle Bell!"

The rhythmic sound of thumping metal began to surround my ears, and the sound was as loud as thunder.

"Uncle Guo must be striking iron again!"

Lu Zijiao said happily, and then pulled Mu Sanqian to speed up his steps and walked in.

What's so beautiful about striking iron? Could it be that there are people in this world who can strike iron and make flowers?

Regarding Lu Zijiao's sudden joy when he heard that Senior Brother Guo was striking iron, Mu Sanqian was extremely puzzled. It's just iron, what kind of technology can't survive?

The two of them walked on the left, and the masonry walls on both sides of the passage constantly exuded a scorching heat and the smell of sulfur and medicinal stones. After entering the interior and pushing open an iron door, Mu Sanqian only felt a wave of heat rushing towards his face, almost suffocating.

Through the somewhat distorted air roasted by the high temperature, a huge body like a small mountain stood shirtless by the fire, holding a huge hammer in his hand, and pounding it against the metal block on the iron felt, the movement was soothing but powerful, and the relaxation was full of inexplicable beauty.

It takes many years of hard work to make such a simple action as swinging a hammer so smooth and natural!

"It's a kung fu, it's amazing"

Mu Sanqian couldn't help but mutter.

Hearing someone speak, the hill stopped, and after gently putting the huge hammer aside, Senior Brother Guo Datie, who was huge, picked up the scarf around his waist to wipe his sweat, and walked over.

"Is this the little brother here?"

Guo struck the iron like a bell, and even the roof trembled when he said a word.