The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 10: Just talk without practice, that’s fake style
Since this morning, Yin San has been squatting on the treetops to beat mice. There is a pile of rubble in his red pockets, and now only a small half is left.
He didn't use any magical powers, nor did he use any swordsmanship, he just threw stones there.
Even if it hits, it won’t really hurt those mice, but he will laugh happily. If he doesn’t hit it, there will never be any defeat and gladness on his face. Is annoyed, and even swears.
The ancestor Xuanyin and Yin Feng were even a little worried whether he was a little confused because of Chaoge City's frustration.
Fortunately, he took the words of the ancestor Xuanyin at this time. It seems that these two words are not only for Yinfeng, but also for him.
Yin San stood up, shook his clothes, sprinkled all the remaining gravel under the locust tree, and then flew into the night sky.
Papa, papa, dozens of sounds of falling stones.
He has flown back and forth hundreds of times in the night sky.
The red dress is flying like dancing wings. Hundreds of illegible lines are drawn on a black background, and finally they are superimposed and combined into an extremely complex pattern.
With the power of the ancestor Xuan Yin and the knowledge of Yin Feng, I can't see what this pattern actually means.
"I can't figure out why I keep losing, losing again and again."
Yin San fell in the small farmyard, took the cup of green wine syrup brought by the ancestor, and took a sip slowly, showing a satisfied look on his delicate and clean face, and then said after a moment: "It's impossible Is it because I am greedy for alcohol?"
This joke is not funny, but the ancestor Xuanyin and Yin Feng both laughed a few times.
"Whether it is the Xihai game or the two games before and after the Chaoge City, I and Emperor Xiao jointly negotiated. There is no problem in terms of outline or details."
Yin San smiled and said: "However, we only picked some small bargains in the Yuntai battle, and the rest were losers. Why? Because we met the kid Tong Yan at the Xihai Game, and Chaoge City met Lian He woke up in March, and then he woke up by himself."
The ancestor Xuanyin said: "Luck, I insist that it is luck."
Yin San took a sip of wine again and said: "If his luck can last so long in this life, it is luck. What are we fighting for?"
Yin Feng let out a low whistle of dissatisfaction, and said: "The situation is not bad now. There are still so many younger generations who support real people in Qingshan. If the two sides really come, we will also have an advantage."
Yin's three cups drank the remaining wine in one go, looked to the south in the night, and said calmly: "But if everything in this life has been calculated in advance by him, you are sure that we still have an advantage. ?"
The ancestor Xuan Yin shook his head and said: "Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing left one after another... Even if this matter is irreversible, how about three months? If he can count everything, would he just watch this happen, but Don’t do anything? Isn’t it so desperate, is it more terrifying than us evil people?"
Yin San said: "Isn't the four words of despair and extinction the most suitable for him? He was a very selfish ascetic back then, only asking for the great road, not reading the rest... Of course these are just guesses."
The ancestor Xuan Yin said: "What does the real person want to say?"
Yin San smiled and said: "I want to know how he lived in this life and why he had better luck than the previous life."
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If you want to know how a person lives his life, the best way is not to read his biography or listen to the narratives of those who have met him, but to go to the place where he was born and where he grew up. See it for yourself.
After many years, Yin San once again returned to Qingshan...not far away from Yunji Town.
He is alone this time.
He ate hot pot seriously at that famous restaurant, and found that it was no longer the taste of the past, and then he remembered that he was not the same as he was. The taste has changed a lot.
In this box back then, the underworld demon he possessed was held by Zhao Layue with a sword rope, and then killed by a flying sword.
Thinking about this past event, he threw his chopsticks on the table with some depression, rolled up his sleeves, and looked at his left hand.
The sword at the time was the Firth sword.
The sword in the old plum garden of Chaoge City is still the Firth sword.
People cannot step into the same river, but can be tied twice by the same sword rope. Could the same thing happen again?
Leaving the restaurant, he went to Jingyuan outside the town, and of course he did not pay.
The fog outside Jingyuan was very dense. The practitioners were still waiting outside. He broke into the fog directly and landed on the flowers and trees by the stream, of course, without disturbing the formation.
Smelling the still lingering faint smell of hot pot, he wrinkled his nose a little cutely, and muttered to himself: "You who don’t like to eat, how can you teach so many hot pot lovers? Apprentice?"
The next moment he sneered and said: "After all, he has to learn from me."
Leaving Jingyuan, he went to Gu's house, stole the carriage, leaned comfortably on the cushion, watched the light from the skylight, and drank the wine in the wall that he would change after a while.
The wheels were crushing the bluestone slabs, and all the way forward, they went deep into the mountains and came to a very remote mountain village.
According to the truth, such a remote mountain village, there is no reason to build such a straight and spacious road, but this mountain village is originally very special.
Standing on the cliff outside the village, Yin San squinted at the fields below, and saw that the rice fields were golden, and it was the harvest season.
There are many large houses in the mountain village. From time to time, you can see the martial arts families haunt them. They are obviously not ordinary people.
I wandered into the village and found a short and thin old farmer in the field. With his amiable and harmless face, he easily understood a lot of things.
About one hundred and fifty years ago, a fairy teacher came to this small mountain village and took away two children with excellent talents.
What happened later, the people in the village were not very clear. They only knew that one of the children became a very powerful figure in a certain spiritual practice.
The child's surname is Liu.
The parents of a child surnamed Liu were taken care of by an immortal teacher, who lived for more than a hundred years and gave birth to many children.
For the sake of the immortal master, whether it is the imperial court or other large families, they naturally respect these Liu children and dare not offend them.
So and so, now that the Liu family has become the largest family in the state capital, and this mountain village has become the private property of the Liu family. The original families either moved away or became the Liu family's subordinates.
"Is this Liu family so powerful?" Yin San asked.
The short and thin old man picked up a cloth towel, wiped off the sweat from his dark face, pointed to the rice field in front of him and said: "All the fields belong to the Liu family, do you think it is amazing?"
Yin San said: "These big families have done a lot of pickling things..."
Until he finished speaking, the short and thin old man's eyes were full of horror, and he waved his hand and said, "I don't know anything!"
Yin San smiled and said: "Just talk casually, why should I be so careful?"
Where did the short and thin old man dare to take him and waved him to leave quickly.
Yin San was about to leave, suddenly thinking about the rumors in the spiritual world, and said: "Lao Zhang, is it difficult to learn things like farming?"
The short and thin old man didn't understand what he meant, and said, "How difficult is it to farm?"
Yin San came with interest and said, "Will you please teach me to farm?"
The short and thin old man was even more confused, looking at the red clothes on his body, and said: "You are not a singer?"
Yin San couldn't help but laughed, and said: "You can also say that singing is a fake style, I want to learn the true style."
The eyes of the short and thin old man suddenly became a little muddy, and the next moment he woke up again, completely forgetting why he had to teach him this, and asked: "What do you want to learn?"
Yin San said: "Anything is fine."
The short and thin old man asked: "What will you do?"
Yin San said seriously: "Nothing."
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Under the shining of the sun, Xijianxi is like a golden whip held in the hand by the green mountains and peaks. At this time, it is extremely calm, and it seems that it may burst into the air at any time.
Numerous spots of light suddenly appeared on the surface of the stream. It was not that the koi in the stream knew that a very powerful senior king would come to express their joy many years in advance, but the projection of countless sword lights in the sky.
Countless sword lights rise from the peaks~IndoMTL.com~ came to the sky above Xijian Creek, and then quickly fell, the scene was extremely shocking, scared the young men and women in Xijian Pavilion pale, they dare not speak at all .
The figures of Jing Jiu, Zhao Layue and others appeared in the lower reaches of the stream.
"Welcome the head of the real person back to the mountain!"
People are everywhere beside Xijian Creek and between the cliffs on both sides.
The sound echoed between the peaks of the green mountains, and it did not disappear for a long time. The iron eagle on the Yunxing Peak burst into the air, and the monkeys on the Shiyue Peak began to yell.
Jing Jiu looked towards Shiyue Peak in the distance, raised his eyebrows slightly, and the noise of the monkeys stopped abruptly.
The real person in Guangyuan smiled bitterly thinking that everything was true. As expected, the little uncle disliked his monkey, and saluted Jing Jiu: "Lu Guangyuan has seen Uncle Shi."
Zhao Layue raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "Brother?"
The real person Guangyuan was taken aback before he understood what she meant, smiled bitterly again, and then solemnly said: "Meet the real person in charge."