The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 94: Wudang Peach Symbols
He Xinliang Chapter Ninety Four Wudang Peach Symbols
The Fighting Swordsman in the Snow Author: Fenghuo Opera Princes
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There are many hilly areas in the south of the Yangtze River. There are less than one hundred households in Yujia Village. The simple yellow mud houses are built on the mountainside. The mountains are behind and the mountains are facing. The river flows gurglingly at the foot of the mountain. Yujia Village is sandwiched between two villages, Yujia Village. There has been no talent, and there has never been a talented master, let alone a majestic master. He has been bullied badly by the other two villages. Whenever the rice field grabs water in summer, he can’t help but feel angry. Sneaking open the small dam head used by people in neighboring villages to intercept water and pour it into their own fields. There is the folk customs of dancing bamboo horses here. Yujia Village is so shabby that those who ride bamboo horses for money are not willing to enter the village. Every time the children in the village can only follow behind them, risking being bullied to watch the fun in the neighboring villages. There are few in Yujia Village who don’t have a surname, because when a man marries a wife, he can only look for it in his own village. The good name is that fertile water does not flow to outsiders’ fields. Unlike the two neighboring villages, outsiders’ daughter-in-law gets married every year. The parents of the Sanya who were born with dementia both had the surname Yu. A couple of relatives were in the village head and the end of the village. However, they could not eat half of the bowl and walked to the door. Sanyako looked delicate. In the native dialect, I drank too much Ecstasy Soup when I was reborn, and I didn't get the resuscitation in my life. His parents took their children to call upon the souls of the famous goddesses dozens of miles away, but they failed to get the souls back from the Lord Yan.
But there are not one or two ridiculous fools in any village. The child’s father and mother had already confessed to their fate. At any rate, he was a taker. In the future, you can spend more money and find a woman to marry home, no matter how bad you are. Inherit the incense. However, Yujia Village has been amazed during this period of time. The Sanyazi got awkward somehow. Before, I only laughed when I saw people, and Liuhalazi kept on laughing. Now I am clean and I know that my generation is not bad and I say hello to the elders in the village. . The relatively wealthy and well-off Song Village next door only has a Maoshe Village School, which is not an ethnic school, so children of foreign surnames are willing to accept it. The Sanyazi, whose real name is Yu Fu, squatted outside the window and listened to the teacher's teaching. Every day when he returned to the village, he painted ghost symbols on the ground. Later, the villagers knew that it was indeed a word in the book. The school teacher who did not know whether he had a good name for twenty years I settled down in the village before and never left. The coursework I taught was nothing more than the "Three Hundred Thousand" enlightenment. It is not uncommon. There has never been an astonishing word. It should be just a ruthless scholar with a rough literary and ink, let alone a foreigner. He has a strong accent, which makes school children very unaccustomed to. The teacher of the sixtieth year of the sixtieth year was somehow concerned about Sanyako. Not only did he deliberately put a small bench outside the window, he also deliberately or unintentionally taught the child to scribble his hands on the road, audio-visual and many other Confucian etiquettes, since he has not gone. Asking for the gift money from Yu Fu's parents did not let the children attend the entrance ceremony.
At the head of Songcun Village, there is an old locust tree with an empty belly and still green. The old locust tree has been near the water for hundreds of years. Anyway, the Song family tree goes back four hundred years, and the ancestors of the Song family are still not as old as Lao Huai. A young Taoist priest with a mahogany sword and cotton bag walking on the curved mud road, standing under the old locust tree and looking out, suddenly enlightened, and three villages went away in succession. In winter, the creek water was slumping, and the water broke out in many places. There are rare and handsome Taoists in the countryside and squat by the stream along the path that everyone has stepped on all the year round. He picked up a handful of Qinliang stream water, gently washed his face, and there were chickens in his ears. The dog barked, smiled, stood up, squatting on the shore a few village children of different ages, the bolder ones, and asked him if he could catch demons and exorcise demons, the pure-robed Taoist priests smiled warmly and shook them. Shaking his head, the lost children suddenly dispersed. Taoist priests walked into the village. In front of the house, there were many old people carrying bamboo heating cages with embedded iron sheets and charcoal fires, sitting lazily on the tree stumps basking in the sun. When they encountered Taoists who were not easy to see, they all had a simple curiosity and respect in their eyes. , And I don’t know how to greet each other as a courtesy. For fear that it will cause the Taoist priests to feel unhappy, they just smile at each other. The clear-eyed young Taoist was born with a good face, and did not deliberately return the courtesy. He walked around the village and walked to the village school following the sound of Langlang reading. He saw the Yufu sitting on the small bench under the window shaking his head and shaking his head. His back is small, completely forgetful. The young Taoist stopped, narrowed his gaze, and whispered quietly, then walked forward, stood beside Yu Fu, and listened to the sound together. After setting up the reading paragraph, the old school scholar did not sit in a dreadful manner. Instead, he stood at the window on the other side of Yu Fu, holding the book with one hand and nodding from time to time. After the children recite the book, the old school teacher was about to speak. He inadvertently saw the Taoist priest outside the window with a surprised look. He walked out of the simple hut, and the young Taoist said: "The trail, Li Yufu, once practiced in Wudang Mountain."
was flattered and said: "It turned out to be a real person who practiced the Taoism on Wudang Mountain. Under Xu Liang, he is ashamed to be a teacher, and is suspected to be a misunderstanding. ."
The young Taoist priest shook his head and smiled and said: "Mr. Xu is serious. This time the trail travels all over the country. Before returning to the mountain, I dare to look for a chance. There may be a lot of disturbance in the future."
Xu Liang, who has been rigid and stern in front of the young boy, laughed and said: "The real person is polite, you are polite."
There is almost no end to the Taoist priest Huang Lao of today's court. As long as it is not the wild Taoist priests who wear their Taoist robes and deliberately deceive fools and wives, the government and the people all respect the veritable Taoists recorded in the book, and there are many Taoist temples in the world. The two fairy mountains of Longhu Mountain and Wudang Mountain are the best. In the eyes of villagers, as long as these two Taoist priests come out of the world, regardless of age, they are regarded as real people. If it weren't for the Taoist priest who claimed to be Li Yuaxe to be too young, Xu Liang, who did have some ink in his belly, would have to respectfully call him an immortal. As for the dispute between the ancestral court and the ascension of the immortals, where these villages can take care of, even if they hear it, they can only be speechless. After Yu Fu stood up from the bench, the delicate and beautiful Yu Fu didn't leave, just listened quietly. Xu Liang glanced at the child he thought was alive, and smiled half-truth: "Since the real person is looking for a chance, I have a chance to take a look at this child. The last name is Yu Mingfu, the last name and first name are common, and they can be stacked together. , It’s not tacky. Yufu Yufu, for the rest of his life, what a good name. Xu also learned some fur appearance when he was young, but felt that although he couldn’t talk about how rich he was, he just felt joyful. Li Zhenren, would you like to open your eyes?"
Li Yuaxe squatted down and stared at Yu Fu, who was not shy about looking at him, and whispered: "The trails don't dare to speak."
The old man who didn’t hear the words of beauty is a bit regretful, but after the wind and rain, he also knows that many blessings cannot be compelled, otherwise he would not be willing to be lonely and work as a poor school teacher in this village.
Then Yujiacun somehow lived in a Taoist priest named Li. He did not borrow any accommodation from the villagers. There are many green bamboos on the mountain. It took half a decade to build a bamboo house, and weave bamboo baskets and distribute them in his spare time. To the people in the village. If someone from the village sends home brewed rice wine or meals, he will also put up a large basket of winter bamboo shoots. I also took the trouble to help many children chopping bamboo to make flutes and teach them to play flutes. The villagers are willing to ask him for some happy events. If someone gets a small disaster or illness, the young Taoist priest will also take the initiative to go to the mountains to collect medicine, even like a doctor, helping people to see, hear, and quietly guide the meridians. Over time, not only a few nearby villages, but also a hundred li away, they knew that the green smoke from the ancestral grave of Yujiacun allowed a young **** to stay in the back mountain and build a cultivator. In his spare time, Xu Liang went to the Zhulou to ask Li Zhenren about the method of cultivating Taoism, and Yu Fu often went there too. Say goodbye to the old year with the sound of firecrackers and go to exchange the new peach for the old talisman. Yu Fu's father and mother, who has been unable to lift her head in the village, feels very shameful, because the spring couplet hanging on the bamboo gate of Li Zhenren was written by their kid. Since Li Zhenren came, she has been close to Yu Fu, Yu Fu My parents are a little louder when they speak in the village. The few girls in the village who were born to be pretty handsome, every time they encounter a young Taoist on the bluestone road in the village, they will bend their eyebrows, bow their heads and walk slowly, passing by, and will quietly look back. Some women who are already married will definitely not be so reserved. When they are doing clothes on the bluestone with the young Junya, they have no shame. Whenever they see the young Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe with red faces, the women will look at each other. Laughing, he secretly said that he is really a thin-skinned handsome brother. If he repays the vulgarity in the future, it would be a great blessing for a woman from any family to marry him.
In a blink of an eye, the winter snow melts, the spring blossoms suddenly, the willows are spitting tender yellow, and when the green carp comes, the creek sounds broken.
Every morning, when the sun rises and climbs up the mountain, the villagers who get up early and farming can see the pleasing scene. Under the leadership of Li Zhenren, a group of children punch together in front of the bamboo building in a decent way, saying yes Practicing boxing is actually drawing circles there, but it looks really nice from a distance.
Day after day, spring goes to summer, Li Zhenren is no different from the villager in other aspects except for his elegant looks For farm work that is too late, let the child take a few steps to notify him, and he will definitely show up. Earlier, after Gu Yu, there was seedling transplanting, and he was able to see his stooped figure in different fields almost every day. Yomo was infected by him, and the three villages that used to fight for water in the past, now they have a lot of melody, a little bit more heart-to-heart, and fewer people are bullying others. After being drunk, the teacher Xu Liangxun always talked to the village elders about not delaying the cultivation of real people because of the farming work. At first, the villagers were a little nervous. Later, when I saw that Li Zhenren was still the Li Zhenren who was responsive, I felt relieved. During the period, some people said that when he saw a tiger coming down the mountain with his own eyes, Li Zhenren stopped there, and the king of the mountain obediently turned around and ran back to the deep mountains and forests.
In the dusk of summer and autumn, the summer heat on the mountain faded. Yu Fu and the school teacher Xu Liang were sitting in front of the bamboo building to enjoy the cool, while Li Yufu sat on a small stool with his fingers flying and weaving a bamboo basket.
The child who is already familiar with Li Zhenren squatted aside with his cheek and asked: "Is Wudang Mountain high?"
Li Yuaxe stopped the basket-weaving motion, and said judiciously: "When you are young, you have to walk for a long time, and you may think that you will be tall. When you grow up, you will feel that you are not tall."
The kid smiled and asked, "Will it snow in Wudang Mountain?"
Li Yuaxe raised his head to look at the opposite mountain, pursed his lips, then nodded and smiled: "Of course, my master’s master once carried my little uncle on his back to the mountain, and it fell a lot of snow. I remember the little uncle told me that he was called to get up the next day and stood on the small lotus peak to look at it, like big steamed buns, which made people greedy."
Yu Fu asked again: "Then can I go to Wudang to have a look?"
Li Yuaxe didn't speak this time, just smiled.
Xu Liang is not that pedantic stupid person, kindly glanced at Yu Fu, touched his head, turned to look at Wudang Li Yufu, and whispered: "Since there is a fate, why don't you bring it into the Daomen, this pair of Yu Fu's family It's all a great thing."
Li Yuaxe's eyes were firm and said: "My generation's cultivation of Taoism and longevity does not violate human relations, and does not violate reason. Parents are here. If you don't travel far, you must travel well."
The old man said with emotion: "Since real people have said that you must travel well, it means that traveling far away is not impossible. As long as the child's parents are settled and there is no worries, they will have done their filial piety."
Li Yufu smiled warmly: "Wait, it's okay."
Xu Liang hesitated, and asked in a deep voice: "Mr Li, there is something Xu did not know whether to ask?"
Li Yuaxe nodded and said: "Sir, please speak."
Xu Liang gritted his teeth and said: "I took advantage of the new year to go to the fair and went to the city to ask about the situation of Wudang Mountain on my own initiative. I heard that the contemporary master teacher's surname was Li."
Living here, you can see the mountains when you open the door. Li Yufu calmly said: "It's the trail."
Xu Liang, as if struck by lightning, stood up abruptly, his lips trembling, at a loss.
Li Yuchu smiled and put down the half-woven basket, stood up and pulled the old school teacher back to the bamboo chair, and then continued to work.
Xu Liang was frustrated and muttered to himself: "How can there be a **** like you."
Another year for peach charms, Li Yufu came to Yu Fu’s house, and he sent a handful of Spring Festival couplets. Yu Fu’s father cheekedly asked for several Spring Festival couplets with Li Zhenren, including one for Lao Zhang’s family and a few distant relatives’ homes. Did not fall.
Just as Li Zhenren was about to turn away, Yu Fu’s father blushed~IndoMTL.com~ I was embarrassed, and he stopped talking. His wife pulled his cuffs several times, and this man didn’t have the guts. Open up.
The man also knows that being so stiff is not a problem. I heard that the bookkeeper said that killing people was nothing but nodding. The man scratched his head, took a bag from his wife, grinned and said, "Mr. Li, my daughter-in-law That, there is again. And now the world is peaceful, the people in the mountains are not afraid to have more babies, and they can all afford them. I wondered if I could ask real people to accept the rest of the blessing as an apprentice. Good luck, our Yu family also followed the blessing. Li Zhenren, there is no money in the family, so we can save these, knowing that the real person does not want this, but if we can receive the remaining blessing, even if we owe money, we will definitely pay it back in the future."
Li Yufu pushed back the money bag, then took Yu Fu's hand, and made a deep impression on the couple together.
The man who rarely had children directly called his real name was afraid that Li Zhenren would regret it, and hurriedly shouted: "Yu Fu, don't kowtow to Master!"
Li Yuaxe let go of Yu Fu's hand and stepped back three steps, folding his hands on his lower abdomen.
After Yu Fu knelt down, he knocked his head three times.
After Yu Fu knocked his first head, Li Yufu raised his arm and covered his eyes with his sleeve, but he still couldn't hide the tears on his face.
This year when Wudang snowed heavily, the instructor Li Yufu brought back an apprentice named Yu Fu.
When the young teacher went up the mountain with the child on his back, the lethargic child clenched a bunch of red candied haws that he was reluctant to eat.
After climbed to the top of Wudang, the young Taoist with his apprentice on his back looked far away, choked up and said: "Little Master, I'm back to the mountain."