Daoist Fang's bag was the cyan cloth bag that Daoist Lu used when he traveled back then, the color had already turned white after a long time, and the skin on the cloth belt was also worn out in many places. It looks a little cold, carrying it on his shoulder is like carrying a broken schoolbag, and Daoist Fang has a very good face, so he feels very embarrassed, so he generally carries a sword on his shoulder and carries it. It can be seen that Daoist Fang is a person who loves beauty, and he is a handsome and dashing swordsman.

This swordsman is unconventional and a lone swordsman.

Traveling thousands of miles and reading thousands of books sounds quite majestic and spiritual, but it is not the same thing at all. You see, one cultivation is three kinds of internal skills, the Sanqing swordsmanship still has to be practiced, you have to read books, you have to walk, you have to eat, drink, sleep, and so on, so it is not easy! Therefore, it is not easy to say that even if Daoist Fang is fortunate enough to meet a master and a recluse, it is not an easy thing to become a peerless master, a hero, and a hero.

But this time Daoist Fang is serious, really serious, or rather, called Zhen'er!

And once Daoist Fang called Zhen'er, then, some things will be different!

The book is in the bag, six volumes!

A Qingping sword technique, a poem, a song, a history book, and a book, Hu Yunyizhi.

"Hu Yun Yizhi" is the kind that records ghost stories and can become immortals.

They are all taken from the old master's two boxes of books, the essence of the book.

There is also an elixir in the bag, three bottles of solid Pei Yuan Dan, which is made by Shangqing Suye Dao.

There is no doubt that the chief of the Su Dao was prescient.

There is also a half-volume of divine skills, empty spiritual skills.

Since it is a roll, rolled up.

There was also half a bottle of laughter, and some broken silver.

Nothing else.

These are enough, Daoist Fang travels during the day and practices at night, takes a pill of elixir every day, takes time out of his busy schedule to practice the Sanqing Sword Technique and read Hu Yunyizhi, and his schedule is full, and his life is very full and happy every day. Of course, Daoist Fang is not idle when he travels, Daoist Fang is always thinking, thinking about life, thinking about the truth that all things in heaven and earth can be my teacher and I am the teacher of all things in heaven and earth, and I see that heaven and man will soon be one.

No one knows what kind of realm Fang Daoist's martial arts and literature have reached at this time, because it has been more than a month all the way, but Fang Daoist has never encountered even a little bit of trivial things. Of course, Daoist Fang also wanted to try it, and he was in an extremely urgent mood, so Daoist Fang went all the way southwest to Nanshan, and did not go to the bustling metropolis that he had longed for for a long time, Kyoto and the capital of the Longjing Dynasty.

Daoist Fang is going to Nanshan Zen Buddhism to find his younger brother, the monk Wuzen.

No one has ever forgotten that agreement.

By the way, take a look at that good-looking flower monk, Lingxiu. The old master said that he was a big hero, but he really exalted him, but Daoist Fang didn't believe it. He still owes Daoist Fang a head, Daoist Fang must go and settle this old account with him, with interest, and touch him a few times. What's more, at this time, Daoist Fang also knew that the famous dumb monk was in Nanshan Zen Buddhism, and that was a senior master who was as famous as the old master.

Daoist Fang must go to see it, Nanshan, Zen Buddhism.

"Hu Yun Yizhi" is the book that Daoist Fang reads the most, because Daoist Fang doesn't read words, only pictures. Because there is only one map that is really reliable, the geographical map of mountains and rivers. For more than a month, he followed the map and chose the road, Xiaoxing stayed overnight, the town was not entered, and Daoist Fang did not know how far he had gone and where he had gone. But the scenery along the way can be seen, compared with the geographical map of mountains and rivers, Fang Yin knows that he is not wrong, and Nanshan Zen is about to arrive.

No Zen!

In the past few years, what happened to Wuzen? Can you still remember Fang Yin, the eldest brother, but still remember the righteous knot Jin Lan by the nameless spring? In fact, it was only recently, when he approached Nanshan Zen Buddhism day by day, that Boss Fang remembered more and more of the Wuzen monk. The memory has long been blurred, Fang Yin only remembers that it was a little monk with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and Wu Chan had also grown taller and grown, and Fang Yin didn't know if he would recognize him when he saw him again.

Daoist Fang always had a sense of guilt in his heart for the Zen monk, and felt that he was a little sorry for the little monk, and Daoist Fang didn't know why. Maybe it's because Wuzen has always been obsessed with him, and he always puts Wuzen in the back of his mind, and he can't remember it for ten days and a half months. But when he was in the Qing Dynasty, whenever he thought of Wu Zen, Fang Yin would always look at the southern sky for a long time. Fang Yin knew that there was also a big mountain there, and there lived a silly and cute little monk in it.

Yes, Fang Yin is here.

A majestic mountain is already close at hand!

In the vast expanse of the earth, a mountain stands majestically. There is only one mountain, no peaks, no pulses, and it is not very high, and it looks like a small mountain bag from a distance, so lonely and so silent. That's Nanshan. However, when I stopped at the bottom of the mountain, I found that it was so majestic and broad, and so heavy and solemn! Standing in front of the mountain, I realized that I was just a speck of dust wrapped in a small mountain.

It is very different from Shangqing, if the Shangqing Mountain Range is a giant dragon connecting heaven and earth, then Nanshan is a stable Hongzhong. Because of its simplicity, it is more magnificent, so it has a forest atmosphere that accommodates all things. It is precisely because of its loneliness that this mountain is like the body of an ancient god, silently existing in the world, and still silently witnessing the changes of the years with that endless desolation. Fang Yin came to Nanshan, to this lonely and majestic, also shocking mountain, which makes people look up and worship and draw infinite strength from it.

Fang Yin stood at the foot of the mountain, looking up for a long time.

The difference between mountains is just as the difference between people is as good as the difference between people, just as Fang Yin and Wu Zen.

No Zen! No Zen! Fang Yin is here, do you know?

The monk Wuzen didn't know that the monk made a mistake last winter and was driven down the mountain, and he was not allowed to return to the mountain for a year. And at this time, in the scorching summer, the monk Wuzen followed a big road and didn't know where he went, and went to find his eldest brother Fang Yin. Daoist Fang didn't know that the monk Wuzen was not in Nanshan Zen Buddhism at this time, and his trip was in vain. And the idea of Fang Da Swordsman wanting to compare himself with the Wuzen monk was also ruined.

Close, close, only to see the mountain on the ten thousand trees, only to hear the sound of cicadas all over the mountain, look at the mountain pavilions and temples are already in sight, and that wide and straight stone road, like a ladder. When I arrived, I arrived, and when I got to the foot of the mountain, I saw a horse, a man, and a small tea shed, and there was no one left. There is no sound of bells and drums, no pilgrims to worship, quiet, quiet, only the sound of cicadas seems to be everywhere -

The situation was a little weird, which made Fang Yin stunned.

The horse was quietly chewing on the forage, and when he looked over, Daoist Fang saw a pair of big eyes full of affection.

The mountains are red, and the faces are red.