He and Qiao Song rested in the bamboo hut for a night, and as usual, he got up when it was still dark and took Qiao Song to the top of the mountain to practice. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info There was still cool air in the morning breeze in March, so I wrapped a thick dress for Qiao Song, and took a firewood knife from the door before going out.

Although they hadn't been here for a long time, they didn't know how many times they had walked the road to the top of the mountain, and they even knew every brick and stone very clearly. Today, Han Tongwen did not condense the internal force into true qi, nor did he cultivate the eighteen palms of dragon descending, but played a set of soft Taijiquan.

Although he also practiced Tai Chi in his previous life, Tai Chi and his mind were not the most suitable for his kung fu. Tai Chi Mind pays attention to peace of mind, Taoism is natural, and there are too many grievances in his heart, even if he cultivates, it is difficult to find his true meaning. Fortunately, Xiao Wuxianggong is also a Taoist internal force, peaceful and easy to cultivate.

"Qiao Song, look carefully"

Han Tongwen stood next to the waterhole, bowed down and raised his hand, light and slow, every move and style were very smooth, like the flowing water behind him, the waterfall behind him, the palm momentum was collected but not released, all like a big river, surging endlessly, the fist technique was exhausted and the remaining strength was endless.

"Tai Chi is not only a supreme martial art, but also a culture. ”

"With Confucianism and Taoism in Tai Chi, Yin and Yang as the core, the outside can nourish the temperament, strengthen the body, the inside combined with the I Ching Bagua, as well as the medical meridians, with the guidance technique, the internal breathing technique, the breathing technique, both internal and external cultivation, the combination of rigidity and softness, is the most powerful kind of martial arts I know"

Qiao Song listened to the explanation and looked at Han Tongwen dancing for a moment.

"Tai Chi Mind pays attention to the Tao of nature, grinding the mind, refining qi, shaping, concentrating, and using the concept of yin and yang to rule the whole body with the mind"

As the fist of Tai Chi gradually unfolded, the pool of water behind him also swirled. The pond water was pulled by a wonderful force, turning into a stream of water rushing to the shore and pouring towards Qiao Song, Qiao Song was startled, but this water flow was actually pulled back when it was almost in front of him, one, two, three, Han Tongwen's spiritual power dragged the pool water to wander in mid-air, and gradually formed a Taiji diagram of yin and yang, coupled with the waterfall behind him, Han Tongwen at this moment has an indescribable charm!

When the Tai Chi fist falls, it is also very gentle, the water flows back into the pool, the pool water is calm and undisturbed, everything just now is like a dream.

"I'm not suitable for practicing Tai Chi Dharma, I can exert less than one-tenth of my strength, if you give up because of a moment of anger, it's not that I don't object, I respect all the opinions you do, I'm just a little sorry for you"

"Master, I just want to protect these people around me!" Han Tongwen took him back to the academy thousands of miles to relieve the mustard in his heart, and this touch had already shaken his determination.

"You come with me"

Han Tongwen pulled Qiao Song to the other side of the mountain, where three low bitter bamboos grew on the ground.

"Do you remember these three young bamboos?"

Qiao Song nodded.

"You once promised me that if one day you can't hold on, come here, cut down a bamboo, and then continue to move forward without giving up" Han Tongwen handed the firewood knife that had been prepared long ago to Qiao Song.

Qiao Song hesitated with the firewood knife, raised the knife and cut it down, when it was first planted, the bitter bamboo was only one palm high, and it grew only one inch high after leaving for more than half a year, and this young bamboo was cut down in three or two strokes.

"The bitter bamboo has been cut down, this matter should also pass, this is a man's oath," Han Tongwen said.

"Hmm!" Qiao Song also had a smile on his face.

Han Tongwen picked up the bitter bamboo on the ground, "Qiao Song, it's not that this bamboo can't grow into a bamboo, it's that you didn't give it time to grow." You too, you're still young, and you don't need to protect anyone with a master. But in recent years, although the master has some fame, but also offended a lot of strong enemies, if the master can't protect you in the future, or can't protect you, that time is the time for your brother to come forward, it's still too early, why don't you want to give yourself some time. Han Tong said earnestly.

"Master, can I ask you a question," Qiao Song said.

"Of course, what are you polite to me," Han Tongwen said with a smile.

"Did you take me all the way back to Qingya just to cut down this bamboo?" Qiao Song asked as he looked into Han Tongwen's eyes.

"What do you think, I ran back and was scolded by a few old men, I'm not so stupid, I threw myself into the net"

"Master, I'm sorry, it's me who is willful and lets you run so far"

"I'm your master, as long as I can make you grow up happily, that's nothing. And fortunately, it's you, if you change it to a little wolf, these three bamboos are not enough for him to cut in a day, you only cut one in three years, you deserve to be my good apprentice," Han Tongwen laughed.

The long night ruled the starry sky, but after all, it could not hide the light, and the sun endured the whole night, and when the dawn broke, the sky finally peeled off the black curtain and released its own light, which was brilliant.

When he went down the mountain, Han Tongwen was also bored, thinking about testing Qiao Song's recent homework.

"Qiao Song, why don't I test your homework today?"

"Okay," Qiao Song looked happy.

"You recite a Mencius for me, and the heavens will descend to the Si people" Han Tongwen didn't just find one for him to memorize, but wanted him to have some understanding.

"Therefore, the heavens will descend on people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and act chaotically, so they are tempted to endure and benefit what they cannot.

People are permanent, and then they can change, they are trapped in their hearts, they are weighed in their worries, and then they are made, they are in the color, they are made in the sound, and then they are said. If you enter, you will not be able to go home, and if you go out, you will be invincible to foreign patients, and the country will die. ”

Qiao Song carried all the way down the mountain, Han Tongwen stayed in Qingya Academy for two more days, and it was Qingming soon, and he was walking after sweeping the tomb of Wen Fatzi.

is that he has not been idle for these two days, and Shi Zhongyuan will definitely not give up any opportunity to squeeze Han Tongwen, and he was forcibly dragged to take a music class. Han Tongwen's reputation has long become a golden sign in the academy, and when he heard that he was going to attend classes, those freshmen who had just entered the school had packed the classroom early, all wanting to see the most dazzling genius in the four academies.

Several Wenzong even unanimously commented that Han Tongwen's attainments in Qule are not much worse than those of Yuan Xiu, and from the founding of the Tang Dynasty to the present, there is only such a young man who has received such a supreme evaluation.

Han Tongwen walked back with his tired body, and simply in the palace, those noble princes were coaxed by him, these small scenes can still be handled, but they are a little too tired, and they have already finished class and asked questions one by one. Han Tongwen didn't dare to speak coldly, if he let Shi Zhongyuan Wu Qinghe and them know, even the gentle old Wu would give him two crutches.

When he came back, Qiao Song was pestering Wu Qinghe to ask for some things for the Qingming Festival, and Wu Qinghe saw Han Tongwen coming, so he threw it to Han Tongwen.

"Tongwen, Qiao Song doesn't know the source of the Qingming Festival, you can tell him, this is your apprentice, I won't go beyond it" Wu Qinghe said with a smile.

"It's not once or twice, I haven't seen you so reasonable," Han Tongwen muttered.

"Qiao Song, the Qingming Festival originated in the Spring and Autumn Period, when the son of Jin Chong'er went into exile to escape persecution, and on the way to exile, he was tired and hungry in a deserted place, and he was unable to stand up again. Suichen looked for a long time and couldn't find anything to eat, just when everyone was very anxious, Suichen Jie Zitui walked to a secluded place, cut off a piece of meat from his thigh, and cooked a bowl of broth for Gongzi to drink, Chong'er gradually recovered his spirit, and when Chong'er found that the meat was cut off by Jie Zi's own leg, he was moved to tears.

Nineteen years later, Chong'er became the monarch, that is, the Duke of Jin Wen. After ascending the throne, Duke Wen rewarded the heroes who accompanied him in exile at the beginning, but forgot Jie Zitui. Many people complained about Jie Zi Tui and persuaded him to ask for a reward, but Jie Zi Tui despised those who fought for merit and reward. He packed up and quietly went to Mianshan to live in seclusion.

When Jin Wengong heard about it, he was so ashamed that he personally took someone to invite Jie Zitui, but Jie Zitui had already left home and gone to Mianshan. Mianshan Mountain is high and dangerous, the trees are dense, it is not easy to find two people, someone has a plan, burns Mianshan from three sides, and forces out the meson push. After the fire was extinguished, people found that Jie Zitui, who was carrying the old mother, had sat under an old willow tree and died. Seeing this, Jin Wengong wept. When the burial was decorated, a blood book was found in the hole of the tree, which read: "Cutting the flesh and serving the king with all his heart, I hope the lord will always be clear." In order to commemorate Jie Zitui, Jin Wengong ordered that this day be designated as the Cold Food Festival.

In the second year, Duke Wen of Jin led his ministers to climb the mountain to pay respects, and found that the old willow tree had died and been resurrected. He gave the old willow tree as "Qingming Willow", and told the world that the day after the Cold Food Festival was set as the Qingming Festival. ”

"Qiao Song, have you realized anything?" asked Han Tongwen.

Qiao Song shook his head.

"Didn't you think that Jin Wengong was very shameless? Others cut meat and made broth for him, and he was ungrateful, and finally burned the mountain and pushed Jiezhi to make barbecue, is this addictive?"

Han Tongwen is usually used to talking nonsense with Qin Zi Sang Ye Liu, but now he has developed a problem, just open his mouth to say, this time he was hit with a crutch on his back as soon as he finished speaking, and he turned his head to see Wu Qinghe, whose beard was shaking.

"I'll kill you little bastard who talks nonsense! Jiezhitui, who cuts shares and serves the king, does not speak for himself, and retires after success, is you said to be a barbecue, and he also insults a generation of overlords, is there anyone like you who educates your disciples like this?"

"Sir, I'm just joking, don't take it seriously" Han Tongwen hurriedly helped Wu Qinghe to sit down, and gave him a constant stroking on his back, if the old man was angry, he couldn't afford it.