The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 160: Pandao 10 years and 1 fishing

Xuanyuan Qingfeng and his party entered Yun Jinshan and picked a quiet path to find the spiritual objects. In addition to the young phoenix from the Song family and the young man with a sword, there are more than ten clever followers on the Xuanyuan family. Longhushan is the ancestor of Taoism. Naturally, no one dared to make trouble here after eating the Xiongxin Leopard. Xuanyuan Qingfeng was born in a martial arts family, and his background is not bad, but walking along the rolling stone beach is still difficult. Song Keli, a Confucian scholar in poetry and books, was unexpectedly relaxed and leisurely. He stepped on the rocks and was very light and agile. It seemed to have learned the best internal skills and returned to the basics. This made the young swordsman put away his contempt and watched carefully.

I walked for two hours without knowing it. Xuanyuan Qingfeng was looking for three spiritual things on this trip, the giant salamander, the giant salamander is not unusual, it is rare to have a horn on the forehead. The second is the red-backed salamander, and the third is the black-footed cedar. The latter two are relatively easy to find. The giant salamander is untapped. Ancient books say that this salamander can survive for a hundred years and give birth to horns for another five hundred years. In the form of a mountain Jiao, Xuanyuan Qingfeng didn't expect to be successful in one trip, she had been tirelessly searching dozens of times in the mountains.

While sitting on the rock to rest, Song Keli glanced at the sky and smiled and said, "Miss Xuanyuan, if you don't return, I'm afraid you will have to spend the night on the mountain."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng gave a hum. The trip was not very rewarding, only a few salamanders were caught. As for the black-footed snow raccoon, he didn’t bump into it. This is reasonable. This kind of little guy usually only appears at night and looks like a fox but carries Natural musk, made into boudoir sachets is the best, but the process of picking musk is very **** and cruel. Xuanyuan Qingfeng stretched out his fingers to tease the cute salamander in the glass bottle, thinking that he could almost go home. At this moment, the taciturn young swordsman squinted his eyes to the depths of the forest, and said calmly: "Go five more miles."

Song Keli smiled gently, noncommittal. Xuanyuan Qingfeng looked at the eloquent swordsman, remembering his father said that this person's intuition is rare in her life, she thought about it, nodded and said: "Then go another five miles."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng did not forget to turn his head to look at Song Keli, and asked: "Song son, how about?"

Song Keli smiled and said: "You can still walk."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng stood up and exhaled, taking the lead.

The search was still fruitless. When Xuanyuan Qingfeng was about to turn around and head out of the mountain, he saw a small green water and blue pool in the distance. Although the water was not big, it was obviously very deep, and even more strange was Xiaotan. A middle-aged Taoist sitting cross-legged on the side, his back to everyone.

Song Keli frowned. The young swordsman sneered.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng is not worried about bad people coming and going on Longhu Mountain. Moreover, more than a dozen people around him are very powerful. She is more relieved, leaping gently over a few big rocks in the stream, and standing near Xiaotan. I saw that the Taoist in Longhushan Taoist robe had a flat face. The Taoist robe had stitches, it was simple and clean. It was not the Huang Tuozi who best demonstrated the identity of the Heavenly Master's Mansion. Xuanyuan Qingfeng was meticulous in his mind, and there was a clear spring wading on it. When the bluestone fell to the ground, he deliberately increased his pace, but the middle-aged Taoist didn't notice it for the first time, and his breathing was only normal. The Taoist looked attentively, facing the secluded pond, carrying a green bamboo fishing rod in his hand, as if he was fishing. The long line of bamboo pole Shentan is not the romantic celebrities who hold the rods wirelessly to make a fuss. Xuanyuan Qingfeng is really tired of those scholars who have a good reputation. If this Taoist man throws a fishing rod but has no bait, Miss Xuanyuan's temperament will definitely be beaten!

A bamboo cage was placed on the side of the Taoist priest, and a few scented vermilion wild fruits were placed.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng smiled and said, "Did you interrupt Xianchang's fishing?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest kept his eyes open, smiled, and shook his head: "It doesn't matter, you can't disturb the fish that the poor Tao wants to catch."

Song Keli looked around for a week, then sat down and said warmly: "I don't know what to make bait? I don't know how deep this pool is?"

The young swordsman already holds the handle of the knife.

Even Xuanyuan Qingfeng was aware of the murderous aura of this reckless man who is expected to compete with Gu Jiantang in the future.

After he determined the incident, he always went straight back and forth. This was the case in Guniu Dagang, Huishan, and it was the same after seeing her. Xuanyuan Qingfeng could do nothing about this.

The middle-aged Taoist priest pointed to the wild fruit in the bamboo cage, as if not aware of the murderous intent, and gave the first answer, then calmly said: "Pan Dao still doesn't know how deep this pool is."

Song Keli was still gentle and frugal on the face, and asked: "Dare to ask what the Taoist chief is fishing?"

The Taoist priest didn't hide it in the slightest, and in a calm tone, he said the shocking truth: "It is a giant salamander. It once swallowed a utensil, and the poor Dao wants to ask for it back."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng asked tentatively: "Is the immortal long fishing the giant salamander?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest is really incomprehensible, nodded and said: "Exactly."

The young swordsman sneered, and he was going straight back and forth, about to draw the sword. If he didn't make the sword, he would see blood. And he didn't care if the Taoist pretending to be a ghost perceives the killing intent.

I have a knife, which head in the world can't be cut? !

The Taoist sighed softly, put down the bamboo pole, glanced at the bamboo cage, turned his head and smiled: "This year you can't fish, but there are a few fruits left. If you don't think the wild fruits are dirty, you can fill your hunger and quench your thirst."

Song Keli smiled without speaking, not moving at all.

The young swordsman who inexplicably let go took a seat, grabbed the wild fruit, and handed it to Xuanyuan Qingfeng first. She shook her head, and he threw it directly into his mouth. There were three or four in the cage and swallowed them all. .

The middle-aged Taoist priest smiled.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng asked, "Which Taoist temple does the immortal grow in the mountains?"

The Taoist priest shook his head and said: "Lonely souls and wild ghosts, living in no fixed place. Fortunately, a large Taoist ancestral court can accommodate the poor."

Song Keli asked abruptly: "The kid is puzzled by something, please help me out."

The middle-aged Taoist priest nodded and said: "Please speak."

Song Keli sat down, waving his sleeves, as if to sit down with the Taoist priests, and said in a deep voice: "My father talked about the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism. He once said that Buddhism is gold, Tao or jade, and Confucianism is food. Gold and jade are expensive. , But there is not much with it, and there is not much without it, but the world is like a human body, and one day cannot be without food."

The middle-aged Taoist priest put in a staid tone: "It doesn't matter if you don't have food for a day, you don't die from starvation."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng was stunned and disappointed in his heart. How could there be such a savage and savage debate? The godliness that was originally born out of Taoist fishing giant salamanders in the deep mountain Bitan was completely wiped out.

The knife man laughed.

Song Keli is not weak in nurturing qigong, and he is not angry at all.

Fortunately, the Taoist priest added: "But if there is no food for a long time, something will happen."

Song Keli continued to say calmly: "My father admits the difference between righteousness and evil, but denies that there are three religions. What does the Taoist think?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest nodded and said: "Goodness."

Song Keli's face became serious. "But my father was afraid of the dispute between the ruling power and righteousness, which had not been concluded by the government and the opposition. He only dared to openly declare that the three religions are all aimed at finding a way out for the people. Confucianism does not become Confucianism in this way. Buddhism does not count as Buddha if it leaves this way. Immortals do not ascend to immortals. Regardless of the three religions, as long as they practice yin and virtue, loyalty, filial piety and honesty, they are all humane, and they are not far from the avenue."

The Taoist priest smiled and said: "A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. This is what Master Zhang said two thousand years ago. It is not easy for your father to have such vision and courage. The poor believe that people can correct their minds and bodies and gather their true essence. The true gods can give birth to great talents and virtues. As for where the root lies, whether it is on the side of Confucianism, on the side of Buddhism, or on the side of Taoism where the poor Taoism is located, it doesn't matter. But since Taoism takes the lead in Taoism, it doesn't matter for a hundred years. Thousands of years, later generations talked about it, after all, it took the innate advantage. As for the sage book compiled by the master's disciple, it can be regarded as a full of truth, but the book is inevitably serious. It is a good thing to set the rules and establish a cage. Master. Sages, undoubtedly, look up high, no matter how high the door is, there is also a view of the door. If you can be born two thousand years earlier, the poor Dao will have to face to face and say the last sentence: The master thinks that Meng Lang's words, and I think that the wonderful way is also. "

Not to mention Song Keli and Xuanyuan Qingfeng, even young swordsmen who have never touched a book in this life are dumbfounded.

This Taoist priest looked at him until he was forty years old, and he was able to put the world in his mouth!

The Master had already explained the truth two thousand years ago, but this Taoist priest has almost no room to speak today.

Song Keli stood up respectfully, but didn't know what the young phoenix was thinking in the heart of the Song family's son.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng said goodbye and took the lead to leave.

After walking a certain distance, she subconsciously turned her head and looked at the Taoist who should be ordinary but terrifying in martial arts still did not move.

When everyone left, the middle-aged Taoist flicked his wrist, and the fishing line dragged up and threw it toward the sky.

There is no end, and it's been a long time since I saw the hook.

How long is this fishing line?

Baizhang?

Two hundred zhang?

The middle-aged Taoist priest waited quietly for the fish hook to get out of the water, and whispered softly: "No matter, wait another ten years."

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The bamboo raft enters the Longwang River from the Qinglong River. The river is turbulent, and the bamboo raft is still stable. The veteran Zhao Xituan's trip is just to take his apprentice out to see the scenery of the Shejiang River in Pijian Prefecture. Xu Longxiang squatted on the raft and no longer followed I was so afraid of water before.

The heavenly master was very pleased that Huang Man'er was born in the Vajra state, which is a rare majestic root in the world. Compared with the young master of Wudang, Hong Xixiang had a natural heart and acupuncture, and Hong Xixiang had more. The disciple Huang Man'er is just the opposite. He is one less one, and he doesn’t have to worry about the saying in the Sutra that "the years will not realize the long-term physiology, and the yellow dust in the heart will block five carts", so he is old. The Taoist priest granted Xu Longxiang the Spring and Autumn Method to teach students in accordance with their aptitude, and the world cultivated the Tao to seek nourishment. Zhao Xituan did the opposite. As long as Xu Longxiang was left with only one spirit to support the Vajra physique, he could reach the "Spring and Autumn Dream III" as the ancestor said. For a hundred years, I have traveled through Kunlun with lightness." Xu Longxiang was unable to make any progress after learning from the other superior Taoist methods of Longhu Mountain. It's half a line. Now Zhao Xituan only needs to wait patiently for his apprentice Linyuan to jump. Can Zhao Xituan be happy? This is happier than the old and future sons of the world under the mountain!

We spent two years together with Xu Longxiang at the foot of the mountain, Xiaoyaoguan day and night, and we had feelings. Now there is no need for the letter from His Highness to threaten Huang Man'er. Who dares to bully Huang Man'er, Zhao Xituan is the first one who refuses to agree. The Heavenly Master Zhao, who ranks second in the ranks, is just an old memorial tablet? The veteran Taoist burst out of arrogance, and the strength of the raft was increased, like an arrow flying, suddenly saw the apprentice stand up, stretched his neck to look at the direction of the demon slashing platform at the top of the mountain, and let out a roar, deafening, Zhao Xi stunned for a moment, and then slashed. There was a roar from the magic platform, like the roar of a wild beast. The old Taoist was startled for a while, stroking his palm and laughed: "Good! Good! I can feel the black tiger under the Qi Xuan frame. I am worthy of being my disciple. I really cannot accommodate two tigers. ."

As soon as Xu Longxiang jumped out of the bamboo raft and rushed across the river, Zhao Xituan hurriedly shouted: "Trainer, don't be in a hurry."

If Xu Longxiang had just gone up the mountain, he would have skipped into the river and had a good fight with the beast. When he was young, he would have torn a few tigers and leopards alive, with an amazing degree of stamina. Those were on the battlefield. The fierce generals who cut the generals and lay the flags are all embarrassed. However, at this time the old Taoist made a sound to stop, the naturally unconscious idiot really stopped, but still dissatisfied, turned his head and stared at the old Taoist, squatting on the raft in a daze. The latter was in a hearty mood like drinking alcohol, smiled heartily, and said earnestly: "My apprentice, that black tiger is not a simple beast. It was originally the king of beasts in our Dragon Tiger Mountain, and his body frame is almost twice that of an ordinary worm. The whole body is pitch black. Somehow I went to the Demon Slayer to listen to Qi Xuanjia's lecture. After listening to it for many years, he was very spiritual. Hey, regarding seniority, this guy is a quiet person on the mountain. Master was thinking about when to let him You have to fight with him, don’t rush for a while, I will let you fight with him sooner or later."

Xu Longxiang snorted.

About the mention of the black tiger under the seat of Qi Immortal, Zhao Laodao's thoughts drifted away and said softly: "Apprentice, Master tells you some secrets, not vomiting or unhappy, and the depressed heart is always uncomfortable. I think it's a teacher. In terms of vision, there are very few contemporary Taoist people. If it weren’t for a Hong Xixiang in Wudang, once Wang Chonglou had left, it would have become more and more of a handful. For Longhushan, the family has been dominated for too long, and it is inevitable for the juniors. It’s not a good thing to mistakenly think that Lao Tzu is the number one in the world. Rong is a teacher. Of course, my brother is. Danxia can also be counted. Zhao Danping is too smart. The two juniors, Bai Yu and Qi Xianxia, ​​are strange flowers, one is like the father of the teacher, and the other is like Lu Dongxuan. I believe that it will be no problem to become a real person in the future, but it will take time. As for the rest of the Jingzi generation, they are all hanging. It’s hard to be a big job in the future. Northern Datong, there are still two scattered immortals, but they are all a lot of age, maybe one day they will be gone. Well, if you count, just these few It can be counted with one hand. How can it be a tragic word? It's far inferior to Shimen."

God knows if Xu Longxiang is listening. Zhao Xituan doesn’t care. He turns the raft and returns, looking at the rolling hills, suddenly smiles, and speaks proudly: “It’s okay, there is still a land **** on the Tiger Mountain. ~IndoMTL.com~Xu Longxiang tilted his head.

Zhao Xi'an saw that the world had a listener, and squinted his beard and smiled: "The world only knows my father and Qi Xuan frame, but I don't know that there are gods above the real person."

The old Taoist wanted to deliberately sell a pass to whet his appetite. Seeing his apprentice lowered his head and continued to catch the fish, he smirked and said quickly: "But how this **** is like a god, it’s not easy for a teacher to say, I just remember when he was young. I went into the mountains to collect medicine, and I met a middle-aged Taoist priest. Afterwards, Qi Xuan-frame has become a young priest for more than 20 years. When the master encounters the Taoist priest again, it seems that he has never aged, and is very curious. Ask the ancestor, you know your master. How do you say that? The ancestor said that he also encountered this number of times when he was young! Disciple, think about it, how old is this? Wudang Song Zhiming lived 150 and 50, known as the longest life in the world, a conservative estimate for the teacher in the mountains That Taoist will only get older. Of course, this matter is similar to the "Fengtian Carriage" at the bottom of the mountain, which is not easy to verify."

Xu Longxiang rolled his eyes. This habit was learned from his brother.

Zhao Xihehe smiled, slowly strutted, slapped his mouth, and said: "Back then, your father brought troops to Longhu Mountain. The general situation was forced. Even the ancestors couldn’t figure out how to stand in the way. Everyone knows that. Several postmen killed six posthorses before sending the imperial decree to the foot of Longhu Mountain. However, it is unknown that the last postmen had died sixty miles away from the horses, and was a lonely nameless person. The middle-aged Taoist took it, holding the imperial decree, wherever the figure came, the arrow rain did not invade, the sword halberd was completely folded, during the period, the more than 20 top masters under the Beiliang command could not stop it, and even the appearance of the Taoist priest was not clear. Banzhuxiang went to the king of Beiliang, the robe was not stained with dust."

The old Taoist looked in a daze and said: "Isn't this a land god? I don't know if I can meet again in this life." My QT room is open! The official QT room number [1655] of the princes of the beacon play, click to enter