The old man's words did not completely dispel Suifeng's doubts, I don't know weishenme, Suifeng always felt that the old man seemed to be hiding something. Just as he was secretly pondering, the old man spoke again, "Child, I advise you not to go." It's not very clean there. ”

"It's not very clean? "The wind faintly seemed to sense something.

"A few years ago, there were a few people in the rivers and lakes who stayed in it, and later it was said that they died and went crazy, and none of them ended well. The common people are rumored that it is haunted inside. Later, a Taoist priest from the wandering side came, and he settled down after casting a spell. In recent years, there has not been a person who dares to go. ”

"It seems that my feeling is right, the Falling Cloud View is really not normal. Sui Feng muttered in his heart, and asked again: "Then may I ask the old man, is there a hotel or inn near here where you can live?" Sui Feng was not stunned, and he still remembered Changming's teachings that he could not suffer in vain because he did not believe in evil.

The old man sighed and said, "Look at you like this, did you come out alone to look for people or wander around?" There are mountains in a radius of dozens of miles around here, and there are not many households except for a few official roads, and the nearest post station from here is dozens of miles away. However, there are no wild beasts in this area, and the old man advises you. The teenager is outside, and he is not so particular, so it is better to build a haystack for one night. ”

Sui Feng smiled slightly, "Thank you, old man, kid understands." ”

Bidding farewell to the old man, he continued to hurry with the wind, he was really unfamiliar with this circle, and he wanted to rest all night with the wind. Later, when he thought about it, if he didn't find Luoyun Temple, he wouldn't be able to determine the location of Pangu Mountain at all, so he regretted that he didn't ask all these questions clearly when he asked for directions just now. There is no way, Sui Feng can only go to Luoyun Mountain to have a look, the big deal is not to enter the Taoist temple of the evil sect, and it is the same to take a rest at the foot of the mountain.

Along the way, I didn't even meet a single person who could ask for directions, either a galloping knight or a caravan. Walking and stopping all the way, when the wind reached the foot of Luoyun Mountain, the night had already risen. Looking out from afar, only a trace of the remnant sun was left in the west. The clouds in the sky are blood-red and blood-red, and below are the undulating forests and shrubs. The setting sun sprinkled up, like a red silk scarf falling into the turquoise lake, with one ripple after another, drifting from afar.

I have to say that this scene is full of sad tones. It always makes people think of the end of the hero's road, the greatness of shijie can no longer go, or the reincarnation of birth, old age, sickness and death, and the suffering of all beings. Maybe the former overlord Xiang Yu saw such a sunset and gave up his plan to make a comeback across the Wujiang River.

But after all, the wind is the heart of a teenager, where is there so much emotion and melancholy in life? I only feel that the splendid style in front of me is a beautiful scenery that can never be seen at home and in Yangzhou. The rivers and lakes are long, the same wonderful scenery, the same wonderful stories, I don't know how many others are ahead, waiting silently. Thinking of this, Sui Feng's heart was extremely excited, and he almost couldn't help but look up to the sky and roar. It's just that he didn't notice the bitterness hidden under the infinite beauty of the scenery.

The wind rises and blows gradually. After enjoying the scenery with the wind, I began to get some grass blades and branches around to prepare a simple straw mat. Where did he do this before, he was in a hurry, and he had been doing it for a long time. It's still a mess, not at all like a place to sleep.

Sui Feng suddenly felt a chill on his neck, and a wipe of his hand was a drop of water. "It's not going to rain, is it?" he muttered with the wind, looked up at the sky, and realized that the sun was setting in the sky just now, but now it was already dark clouds and haze. I didn't care when I saw that it was dark all around, I just thought it was night. Now it's clear that a rainstorm is coming. You have to find a place to hide from the rain, if you are wet by the rain, you are cold, and it is difficult to resist with the wind, and you will definitely get seriously ill. ...,

The reaction with the wind was also fast, and when he saw that the sky was not right, he immediately ran to the mountain. There are only a few families in the vicinity of dozens of miles, and it is estimated that only Luoyunguan can let him hide from the rain. On the one hand, there are possible ghosts, and on the other hand, they must be affected by the wind and cold, so they still choose to take a risk with the wind. If you are infected with the wind and cold, it is almost impossible to hold out to Mount Tai.

Fortunately, Luoyun Mountain is not high, only more than 100 zhang, which can only be regarded as a very small mountain. And because there was a Taoist temple on the mountain, there is always a plank road from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, which is convenient for all kinds of good men and women to worship. Although the Falling Cloud View has fallen, this plank road still exists. I ran along the plank road to the top of the mountain with the wind, and when I was halfway there, the rain finally fell.

Seeing that the mountain peak is in front of you, you can even see the plaque of the three words of Luoyunguan. It's just that the rain hit the mountain road, it was wet and slippery, and it was easy to climb to the top with both hands and feet with the wind, and I almost lost the burden.

Pushing open the wooden door of Luoyunguan, there was a creak, a little heavy, and it was estimated that it was a long time old. A rustic smell of dirt came to my face. I couldn't control so much with the wind, so I was busy in the view. At this moment, it was already gloomy outside, and the door was fully opened with the wind, and it was only now possible to see clearly.

There was dust everywhere on the floor and walls, but it was particularly strange that there was not a trace of cobwebs on the beams. The middle is dedicated to the statue of the Sanqing gods, and the strange thing is that no one has come here for a long time, let alone anyone to clean it, but the statues of the Sanqing gods are spotless. The statue of the god that was originally unnatural now seems to be a little weird and scary.

I don't know if it's because Sui Feng is naturally bold or nervous, but he is indifferent to this, and bows lightly to the idol, without a look of fear at all. Compared to the statue, what makes Sui Feng even more strange is that there is a lot of firewood scattered on the ground in the middle. There were some signs of burnt on the ground, but the firewood didn't look like it had been burned. It's as if someone put it here.

Sui Feng stared at the firewood, and for some reason he became a little nervous, as if some danger was approaching. The sky outside was getting darker and darker, and the wind had to put together the firewood scattered on the ground and light it with fire. As soon as the fire rose, the temple was much brighter.

The cold wind and drizzle came in through the doorway, and the flames were faint, as if they would be extinguished at any moment. With the wind, my body was wet a lot, and it was cold like scraping my bones when it was blown by the wind. Hurriedly closed the wooden door. What is strange is that this wooden door is not made of mahogany or nanmu as you usually see, but this wooden door is delicate and smells faintly fragrant. "What kind of wood is this?" Sui Feng was a little puzzled, he was born in a large family, and he had seen a lot of all kinds of furniture, and he knew a little about these.

Suddenly, "This is a peach!" exclaimed with an exclamation from the wind, and slammed the door shut. There was a loud thud, and the wind stopped, and then the latch of the door was snapped back on.

The door closed, but what he saw surprised Suifeng. It's not that I saw anything supernatural, but that behind the wooden door, four big characters were written on each side of cinnabar. Connected together, it is "this place is ominous, don't open it in the middle of the night". These words are silver hook iron paintings, with far-reaching artistic conception and a sense of dust, which is by no means something that ordinary people in the rivers and lakes can write.

"Could it be that the old man said that the Taoist priest of Youfang wrote it? In that case, I am afraid that the rumors of the haunting of this place are not groundless. This conclusion made the wind break down in a cold sweat.

The flame of the firewood on the ground seemed to be lifeless, like an orange flower, and it was rare for a breeze to tremble. In addition, this view has not been alive for a long time, and the gloomy atmosphere is depressed, which makes Sui Feng feel uneasy. "Could it be that something ominous will happen at night here?" said the more he thought about it, the more terrified he became. ...,

Pacing back and forth in the view, like a headless fly. Sui Feng racked his brains and didn't know what to do, "If Uncle Changming was here, what would he do?" "Uncle Changming......" thought for a while, and it actually reminded him of the sixty-four hexagrams of the I Ching hanging in Changming's house. "Why don't I do a divination?"

"Dry three times, Kun six broken, Zhen Yang Yu, Gen covered bowl, away from the void, full in the can, with the upper missing, Xun lower broken. As he spoke, he took out three copper coins of Kaiyuan Tongbao with the wind, put them in the palm of his hand, shook his left hand on the top and his right hand on the bottom, and threw them on the ground. I wrote down the number of heads and tails, and I tossed them six times. Then, Sui Feng first drew a trigram on the ground, and then drew a shock hexagram. "Dry up and down, the sky thunder is not in vain. "Whispering with the wind. "Could it be that the unjustified disaster is imminent......?

"So, it looks like there's something wrong here. According to the hexagram, as long as I follow the advice of this door, I will be fine if I don't open the door in the middle of the night. After calculating a hexagram, Suifeng's heart settled down a lot, and this six-line hexagram method was learned when he usually watched Suitian hexagram. With the algorithm of innate gossip, it can be said that it is accurate.

Looking at the statue of Sanqing again, it is much more solemn and dusty, and there is no trace of weird color. However, since the hexagram says that there is no calamity, it means that there must be some evil sects here. Suifeng also knows this, although he is a little curious about what caused it. It's stormy outside, it's night, and there's a warning on the door. Obviously, this is not the time to be curious.

Winter nights always come early, and due to heavy rains, they are even earlier than usual. Sui Feng had eaten dry food early, and looked at the fire a little distracted. The night was long, and a sense of loneliness hit me. All that was left was the crackling sound of the fire burning, and he looked around with the wind and carefully cleared a clearing from the ground. Then, he spread the white cloth given by Changming on the ground.

"Hum-" With a sword groan, he pulled out the pure Jun sword with the wind, and demonstrated it according to the sword technique one by one. While studying the sword moves on the white cloth, I silently calculated carefully with the I Ching in my heart. Each move is slightly different, and there are several variations. There are more sheng kes on the five elements of yin and yang between each move, which can be described as extremely mysterious and profound sword moves.

At the beginning, I was extremely uncomfortable with the wind, and I wanted to give up several times. Every move has to be calculated for a long time, and sometimes the calculation is wrong, the difference is a millimeter, and the error is thousands of miles, and the sword move makes the fist and embroider the leg have no power at all. The more proficient he became, the less time he needed, and the more proficient he became at calculating what was easy to learn. When it came to Zuihou's sword moves, there was almost no stopping, one move after another, and the sword light flew up and down, if it was flowing clouds and water, fluttering like a fairy.

Although there is only a small white cloth on the ground, there are only a few dozen sword moves on it, which is not much. However, with a little easy to learn and calculate, it seems that there is at least the Yin and Yang Five Elements Qi swordsmanship, if these seven systems are combined or fused with each other, this change will be truly endless.

No matter how talented you are in the wind, it is impossible to comprehend all of these in one night. But this sword move is really exquisite, even if Sui Feng is not a martial idiot, he is addicted to it and cannot extricate himself. He also knew that even if he demonstrated until dawn, he could not exhaust all the changes. I only plan to practice the basic seven-series sword moves once, and as for the other changes, I have to comprehend them in actual combat.

What made him happy was that, as Changming said, this sword technique had the power of conquering heaven and earth. When he was immersed in the sword moves, every time he unleashed it, he would clearly perceive two somewhat cold air currents, one coming down from the Baihui and the other from the gushing spring, zuihou handed over to the dantian. Moreover, when the air flow through the meridians, you can always feel a moisturizing body, and the meridians seem to be widened a little.

Now that Suifeng Jianghu has very little experience, how can I know that the martial arts that can broaden the meridians are almost immortal arts. Only a few legendary miracles are rumored to be able to broaden the meridians on the way to cultivation. The width of the meridians can almost determine a person's achievements in martial arts, the meridians are wide, so the internal force that can flow through at one time is more, and the same move will be more powerful. In the same way, when cultivating martial arts, it will be faster than those with thin meridians. It's not absolute, but it's probably true.

Looking at a person's martial arts achievements, the root bone is a very important part. Ordinary people can only violently use internal force to open the meridians in the process of practicing martial arts, so as to achieve the purpose of broadening. However, this is not only very painful, but also very dangerous. If you accidentally use too much force, resulting in the end of the meridians, then this body of martial arts will be wasted, not to mention, and even worry about your life.

When I was a teenager, my body was not yet shaped, and the toughness of my meridians was relatively good, so the potential for expansion was relatively large. This is also the reason why it is difficult for weishenme to practice martial arts from a young age, and it is difficult to achieve success when he reaches a certain age. Therefore, most of the heroes in the martial arts are often famous knights when they are teenagers

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