Once upon a time, there was a mountain, called "Zhongnan Mountain", and there was a Taoist temple in the mountain, called "Chongyang View". There is a middle-aged Taoist priest in the Taoist temple, who is telling the little Taoist priest the truth of going down the mountain step by step:

"Apprentice, go down the mountain quickly, whoever dares to say that you are stupid, you will beat him, you are not afraid to die, the master will support you. ”

"Don't go. ”

"Apprentice, you have a lot of strength, it would be a pity not to go down the mountain to catch one of the top ten masters in the world. Five-flowered horses, daughters, glorious ancestors, how magnificent!"

"Don't go!"

"I said, big tiger, don't you like to eat wine and meat? There are good wine and good meat at the foot of the mountain, not like the master who is shabby, and you can't always eat enough......

It was true that I hadn't eaten a full meal in three days, so I swallowed hard, but still said, "No!"

"You ......" The master waved his hand angrily, but his hand was frozen in the air for a while, and he still gave up. It seemed that the master was about to cry, he moved the rice jar in the Taoist temple, and whimpered: "Look at you, there is only this bit of rice in our Taoist temple, I am afraid that it is not enough to boil a porridge, if you don't leave, the master really can't support you." ”

The master was crying sadly, but I was indifferent.

On this day, on Zhongnan Mountain, the fairy glow was misty, and I was sitting on my lap.

I don't know the master's difficulties, there are seventy-two temples of all sizes on the South Mountain, which have opened more and more in recent years, and they are still the ancestral court of which sect at every turn.

In the past few years, the sect's incense has been declining for a long time, and the master has aged a lot, since the last time he bothered to persuade a pilgrim riding a BMW to invest in incense money, his hair has turned half white, in fact, he is only forty-three this year. Master's name is Duan Fude, and he is the forty-second generation head of the Quanzhen Sect. Our sect is ranked according to the eight characters of "wealth and wealth, wealth and treasure", he is a noble generation, and I am a big character.

Master's martial arts are very good, the sword skills of the Quanzhen Sect are perfect, the master once commented on today's martial arts, saying that there are no more than ten people who can go through fifty moves under the master, but that is the "today" of the master's year, time has passed, I don't know what the current martial arts will be.

There is nothing else in the Quanzhen Sect, but there are a lot of books handed down from my ancestors, and I often read books for recreation in my spare time. But it wasn't until one summer, when the master secretly brought back a few chivalrous notes from the bottom of the mountain, that I didn't know about the real rivers and lakes, and I couldn't help but yearn for it. Of course, I also know that the founding patriarch of the Quanzhen Sect is called Wang Chongyang, and the original sect is a sword-maker.

I was also puzzled, and asked the master why I used to teach the sword, and it was good, but now why it has become a sword, the master is always hesitant, I'm afraid he doesn't know. Many years ago, starting from my ancestor's generation, Chongyang Patriarch's swordsmanship has long been lost.

I don't know if it's because of the master's surname "Duan", now this set of knife techniques, nine out of ten strokes have a "broken" word, like what is intermittent, out of context, broken walls, broken children and grandchildren, broken geese and lonely Hong, broken paper, broken sleeves...... I am quite skeptical, isn't this the "Five Tigers Broken Door Knife" that has been circulating on the rivers and lakes for a long time?

It's just that in the current rivers and lakes, martial arts are not uncommon. Even in the notes of the chivalrous guest, there are all virtual theories such as heaven and earth, war gods and Buddhas, and the rivers and lakes that pay attention to real martial arts have long been looked down upon.

I heard that Taijiquan under the mountain is very hot, and the money for opening the museum to teach apprentices is a lot more than the money for incense, which is also the dream of the master. Once, he also went down the mountain to buy a set of coarse cloth light yellow narrow-necked narrow sleeve gown, light brown cloth pants to bind his legs, green cloud bottom round cloth shoes, and a green cloth belt on his head to wipe his forehead, all of which were ordinary attire. When you wear it, you also have a bit of fairy wind bones.

In those days, he sharpened and sharpened the rusty sword, and when he saw a pilgrim visiting, he shouted loudly, and danced with a tiger.

But for some reason, the pilgrims avoided it, and then looked at us with a strange eye, which is difficult to describe, as if seeing a wild boar that broke into Penglai Wonderland.

Over time, the master also accepted his fate, and he was left alone with the loneliness of sitting at the door with a big knife in his arms. Who told us that the Quanzhen Sect would only get these few strokes of flower fist embroidered legs? After all, it is not as good as the famous Tai Chi method.

The master would occasionally tell me that I was brought up the mountain by him when I was three years old, and I was following the wild dogs for food. He saw that I had a clear bones, a lofty instrument, and a wise root, and I was a martial arts wizard like no other, so he took me in, and it has been a full fifteen years until this year.

When I was six years old, I started practicing knives. The master said that the knife technique in the world, like this Zhongnan Mountain, has no half-step shortcut. The first thing to do is to hold the knife, and you can't even hold the knife, so it's not a knife, but a knife that drags you along, even if you get the world's first knife technique, it's just a trick that seems to be full of flowers, once you face the enemy, there is only a dead end. My first knife weighed only three pounds, and the master told me to raise it flat with one arm first, and stand for half an hour, and the blade of the knife could not be tilted. As a result, I persevered until an hour later and fainted on the spot, but the knife never tilted.

From then on, the people on Zhongnan Mountain called me "fool".

Next, the master still didn't teach me the profound and mysterious moves, but just asked me to repeat the four boring movements, straight stab, oblique, vertical split, sweep, stab a thousand, tease a thousand, split two thousand, and sweep two thousand.

The first day of knife practice happened to be the great heat.

After the great heat comes the beginning of autumn.

This practice is fourteen years. The master didn't buy me clothes to practice martial arts, so I always practiced the knife bare-chested, and over the years, it has become darker and darker, but the knife technique is far from being in the stream.

The white dew is followed by frost after the autumn equinox.

Plundering two thousand became plundering six thousand. This year, I was eighteen years old.

Seeing the master crying a handful of snot and tears, I couldn't bear it and walked out slowly. I was upset, so I took a solid step and practiced a few knife techniques, but after all, I didn't eat, my steps were vain, and I was already out of breath after a few knives. However, in the autumn season of the Qing Dynasty, the silver fir leaves on the mountain are falling, and the scenery is very good-looking, but I have been watching it for more than ten years, and I have no intention of watching it.

Suddenly, I heard a woman's voice like a broken gong laughing loudly: "Fude, look what I brought you, where are you?"

But now it is different from the past, I jumped to the lobby of the Taoist temple with an arrow step, and sure enough, a burst of fragrant aroma came to my face, it was this "broken house" that brought the master a pot helmet, and the red and green spicy seeds in the middle were also a little meat whistle.

When this woman saw me come out, her face sank, and she wanted to dodge, but I have been practicing knife skills for more than ten years, and what I pay attention to is that my eyes are quick and my hands are fast, so I grabbed a pot helmet and gnawed it. The pot helmet wheat is very fragrant, but it is a little sticky, and I think it is not very cooked.

"Oh, Jinhua, it's you who came!" the master finally wiped away his tears and greeted him with a smile. The two of them talked to me and me, and ran to the back hall to whisper. After a while, the master still cared about my hunger, took a pot helmet and added an extra whistle, and gave it to me.

My heart was sour, the master sacrificed the hue just to give me a full meal. Looks like I'm really going to think about going down the mountain.

The woman named "Jinhua" is none other than Wu Jinhua, the thirty-fourth generation descendant of the "Tomb Sect". The master often said that the Ancient Tomb Sect and my Quanzhen Sect have a lot to do with each other, and the two families are originally one family, so they have also been friends for generations. A few years ago, Wu Jinhua died of illness and became a widow, so she and her master became closer and closer.

The Tomb Sect is not far from our Taoist temple, in a cave at the foot of the mountain. I often hear old Taoist priests from other Taoist temples say that Wu Jinhua was a big beauty when she was young, with fair skin and a peach blossom face, and she was really known as the first "little golden flower" in martial arts.

I called her aunt, but she wasn't the little dragon girl.

I looked left and right, up and down, horizontally and vertically, left and right, and I really couldn't imagine how this bucket-waisted tigress was a "little golden flower".

Sometimes I always feel that the master is "destroying flowers with spicy hands", of course, it is himself who is destroying. It is undeniable that the master was still very handsome when he was young, and a few years ago the Taoist community held a singing and dancing party.

But these days, if there is no money, it is nothing, and several female donors were originally happy and came to my Taoist temple as guests, chatting with the master about Fengyue, or wanting the master to teach some secret techniques in the Taoist room. But when I looked at the cold of the Taoist temple, there was only one bed, and it was paved with two door panels, and there was no more follow-up. In my spare time, I often take a detour to watch around, not to prevent thieves, but to observe whether there is any wind and rain.

This Chongyang Palace was originally a temple, the old monk of the temple died, and it had been abandoned for a long time, so the master took me to move over and changed it into a Taoist temple. Chongyang Palace has two courtyards in front and back, but it is very similar to the pattern of a large family, but it has been in disrepair for a long time, and the walls have begun to be mottled.

In the afternoon, my aunt was finally gone, and as night fell, the master was reluctant to light the candles, so he took me to the gate of the mountain and sat down. The Milky Way in the sky is vast, starry, and I feel like I'm in a dream.

The master made a cup of bitter tea, and poured me a cup for the first time, he drank a few cups by himself, muttered for a long time, and said slowly to me: "Big Tiger, it's not that the master has to drive you down the mountain, but you see, no matter how strong a person is, he can't be strong." The master has been strong for a lifetime, but in the end, he ended up like this. This Taoist priest, don't do it. ”

I didn't have a deep understanding of the world, and I always didn't seem to understand what the master said, so I had to nod.

The master also knew that I didn't understand, so he didn't say much, but asked, "Big Tiger, what do you think the master has done to you over the years?"

I replied truthfully, "Yes to me as my father." "But of course, I don't know how my father will give birth to me, and the Taoist priest doesn't speak.

"Well," the master blushed a little, "you know, the master is so old, and he hasn't got a family for you." In the past few years, you Aunt Jinhua and I have helped each other, but too...... is also a talented woman. ”

"Master, can you be thicker-skinned, why don't you say it's the Condor Heroes?" I couldn't help but exclaim, "You don't want an apprentice if you have a woman!"

I went to the door to copy the broom, and I had to beat the old man a few brooms to relieve my hatred, but I copied it empty, and it seems that the master has already taken precautions.

"Cough, cough ......" the master faked coughing a few times, waved his hand and said: "Big Tiger, don't worry, don't be in a hurry, you listen to the master." ”

I squinted at him, and it took a lot of internal force to temporarily suppress my anger, pick up the teacup and take a sip.

"Big Tiger, you see that you are also eighteen years old, and it is not a way to always follow the master on this mountain, the master is incompetent, but the master is optimistic about you. If you go to the bottom of the mountain to make a name for yourself, even if you go to Fuwei or Zhenyuan Dart Bureau to be a dart head, it is always more than enough, so that you can marry a daughter-in-law in two years, and then give birth to a boy, which can be regarded as renewing the incense for my Quanzhen Sect. ”

"Master, I don't read much, you can fool me, do you say that the women under the mountain are all tigers?"

"This ...... Well...... That, many women are not always the same as your Aunt Wu, there are still very cute, you will naturally know when you go down the mountain. ”

I will be skeptical. So, the master took out a worn-out scroll and handed it to me. I picked it up and looked at it, and saw that the pictures were all in strange postures of men and women, and I didn't know what they were doing, but suddenly a burst of heat rose from the dantian and rushed straight to the Baihui acupoint. This is a symptom of going mad, I was shocked, and hurriedly closed my eyes and breathed three rounds before suppressing this inexplicable fire.

"Hey, I said Big Tiger, you're not too small, why don't you understand?" The master was very angry, and his voice became louder: "This is the Spring Palace Diagram, do you know the Spring Palace Diagram?"

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!" I said, "Okay, master, don't coerce and tempt me, I just promise to go down the mountain." ”

"You...... Do you really agree?" the master's hands trembled with excitement.

"I agreed. ”

During the period of the Republic of China in history, due to the warlords' warlords for many years, a large number of Taoist priests did go down the mountain. Some of them are for their livelihood, and some of them are for the sake of national righteousness, which is really a Taoist story.