In the early morning, the mist of the lake is like a dreamy fairyland, the lotus leaves look like sapphire, the lotus flowers are like the powder dropped by the gods and beauties, and the picture is like a fairyland.

On top of the octagonal pavilion in the center of the lotus pond, a man in a white robe stood silently holding a folding fan. More than ten Jianghu people from Situ Jianzhuang surrounded the lake from all sides.

Hu Hai was lying in the lake corridor coughing up blood. He was obviously suffering from internal injuries. Daochang Zhao stepped close to him and then touched the three acupoints of Neiguan, Feishu and Tanzhong to stop him from coughing up blood.

Hu Hai, who was in his middle year, almost cried when he saw Zhao Zhengli. Although his life was not in danger, being beaten like a monkey really made him angry. Facing a master and having no room to resist, he naturally felt aggrieved when he met Taoist Master Zhao at this moment.

"Leave it to me!"

Taoist priest Zhao patted him on the shoulder, but it was also difficult for him. He encountered the master twice, but the two serious injuries were a blessing in disguise for him, which helped him in some ways.

A middle-aged man in his thirties or forties is being comforted by a boy in his teens. This scene does not seem inconsistent at all, but is actually very inspiring.

Daochang Zhao raised his head and looked at the man in the white robe at the top of the pavilion carefully. He had a wide waistband, inlaid with gold and jade, and held a folding fan in his hand. He looked very young, but he seemed to have a dash of a handsome man.

Naturally, the people in the pavilion were also looking at him. They proudly waved their folding fans with their hands behind their backs and said in a calm tone: "Zhao Xiaotian from the Qingcheng Sect, can you ask me a question today?"

In just two sentences, Daochang Zhao felt refreshed. It was obvious that the other party was prepared and he knew nothing about him.

The man seemed to know what he was thinking. He put away the folding fan and made a stroke in the air. He only heard a "hiss!" sound. The folding fan cut a crack in the air like a sharp blade. The surrounding Qi continued to tear apart. The folding fan closed its hand in midair.

The cracks closed accordingly.

Everyone's eyelids jumped at the appearance. What kind of method is this? It actually cuts through the void directly?

Daochang Zhao's eyelids also twitched: "Longhu Mountain, Danxia, ​​Breaking Heaven Gate!"

In just three words, the mystery was revealed and the people in the world were frightened. Longhu Mountain was the Tianshi Mansion. In the past ten years, it was a special sect that had one foot in the temple and one foot in the world.

The man in white robe looked down at Zhao Zhengli in the corridor with a dull expression: "I heard that Taoist Master Zhao was ignorant for ten years and became enlightened in one day. Although you and I are contemporaries, we have never interacted with each other. This time has no political purpose or personal grudges. Song Maoling is just for simplicity.

Ask one question."

Zhao Zhengli looked solemn. Song Maoling was a member of the royal family. He studied under Daqing Imperial Master and Longhu Heavenly Master Zhao Hongyun. He studied "Danxia" by himself and was proficient in Zhao Guoshi's "Dragon and Tiger Jue". The key is how many years older he is. How do you think about him? Zhao Zhengli

unfavorable.

Naturally, walking around the world cannot bring shame to the sect, not to mention that the visitor is from the Tianshi Mansion. Although his tone and posture are arrogant, that is his capital. Zhao Zhengli, with red lips and white teeth, cupped his hands and said: "Then I will show my embarrassment in front of Taoist Fellow Longhu.

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Taoist priest Zhao has thought about it. Qingcheng Mountain has always been isolated from the world. In addition, in the special period of Shu in recent years, Shao competed with Longhu and Wudang for the position of the temple. This time he participated in the Shu issue. Those Taoist courts will show up sooner or later. It is better to be happy.

Take it.

Song Maoling, who was wearing a white robe, saw that he had agreed, folded his fan and concentrated: "I just want to ask about a folding fan!"

Zhao Zhengli, who was in the corridor below, was also ready to go, looking extremely dignified.

What is "asking?" That is, the comparison of two people's understanding of the Tao. Who is deeper? Who is shallower? Who has flaws, and who is perfect. Questioning is very mysterious. It is not a comparison of realm strength, but it is better than a comparison of realm. Tao

An unstable mind may even leave hidden dangers such as self-doubt and exhaustion.

Each of the three thousand avenues is different but also the same. Questioning is a contest between the two minds.

In addition to "asking", there is also "borrowing the way". The "borrowing way" is the admiration of the weak to the strong. Therefore, monks in Jianghu admire the strong and follow their footsteps. This is "borrowing the way".

A more direct way is to challenge the strong. Although the risk is extremely high, it is the most direct way to review yourself and find the gap between you and the strong.

Those who can survive will have a more stable state and a stronger Taoist heart. This is also the reason why Hu Hai was hit hard by the master twice and it was a blessing in disguise.

In the early morning, the white mist on the lake gradually dissipated. Song Maoling in white robes on the top of the pavilion and Zhao Zhengli in plain clothes stood quietly in the corridor. Both of them leaned forward and looked up, their eyes showing confidence.

They were less than ten meters apart, the air was quiet, and the white mist spreading from the lake gathered around the two of them. This was a strange scene caused by the mind power of the two masters.

People in the rivers and lakes on all sides retreated a few meters. Hu Hai took this opportunity and limped back towards the shore. He was naturally afraid because they were in such a formation before they even made a move.

The two of them had no fancy moves and no unnecessary movements. They looked at each other from a distance. The people watching only felt that the white mist on the lake was gathering more and more, forming two vortexes around the two of them, and the airflow around them also accelerated.

Just when everyone tensed up, Song Maoling on the roof of the pavilion waved his folding fan and shouted "Go!", as if an immortal waved his hand, and saw the vortex of mist around him whizzing away like a strong wind.

Zhao Zhengli, who was standing quietly in the corridor below, pointed forward with his bare hand at the same time, and his powerful mental power drove the vortex to rush forward.

There was a "whooshing" sound in the air, and two white mist vortices collided at an alarming speed. There was no expected destructive force or infuriating aftermath, but only the white mist colliding with each other and mixing alternately.

There was a sudden change in the white mist. The air shattered like powder, then recovered instantly, and then shattered again. The cycle continued. You could vaguely hear the roar of dragons and roars of tigers, and even saw the Taoist rhyme of one transforming into ten thousand and ten thousand returning to one. The air fragmented repeatedly.

In it, we can see the evolution of black and white, yin and yang.

These pictures are like fragments of a dream that fleetingly pass by. The viewer only feels that they are passing by in a flash, and they can only capture one or two pictures at most. Even so, the viewer still benefits a lot, because these chaotic pictures are the result of two young masters.

The perception of "Tao".

The white mist only lasted for a few breaths before dissipating, and the lake surface returned to silence, leaving the two people still looking at each other in the same spot, without joy, worry, or waves.

In the end, Taoist Master Zhao surrendered first and said, "The Dragon-Tiger Jue and Danxia Taoism are now available to Xiaodao."

Song Maoling didn't expect that the other party would give in to him. His eyes were a little more respectful, but his words were still lukewarm: "I have also learned the Taoism and spirit of the Qingcheng Sect."

He rolled his sleeves and added: "Due to my status, I can't help you, but I will wait for Taoist Master Zhao to finish dealing with the Shu area before we discuss the Taoist techniques."

Without waiting for Zhao Daochang to agree, he jumped out of Situ Jianzhuang and disappeared from sight.

After just a short contact, people in the Jianghu felt that Song Maoling from Longhu Mountain had a noble posture, elegant conversation, and the methods just now made him feel like a son of genius who was as high as the clouds.

Daochang Zhao, on the other hand, thought that he was just showing off! He deliberately presented a calm image to the world. But he didn’t point out that anyone could be born into a noble family. He was taught by a master from Longhu Mountain, and everything put pressure on him, so let him

Then put it on.

No one knew the outcome of this questioning, including the person involved. However, the people in the world who were lucky enough to watch were greatly inspired. They hurriedly said goodbye and left, taking advantage of the lingering inspiration to study in retreat. Even the owner of the village, Situ Qing, rarely went into retreat after explaining the affairs.

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At that time,

On the top floor of the attic of the majestic palace in the capital city, two old men in sixties were playing a game of chess. One was wearing a monk's robe, and the other was wearing a Taoist robe.

The old man in monk's robe made a move and said: "There are only two games of chess in the world, one in the rivers and lakes, and one in the temple. The old monk Zhao Tianshi's chess moves are too blind to understand!"

The old man in Taoist robes looked closely at the 19-way chessboard: "Just because you don't understand, you might as well give it a try first!"

"Aren't you worried about your beloved disciple?"

"Why worry? Growth must be experienced! Sooner or later, Shu will be stable, and by then the three schools of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism will also be included in the candidate list."

"I heard that the Shu region has close ties with the remnants of Nanzhao and has contacts with the Tubo masters. The old monk was afraid..."

"Sichuan cannot be in chaos, after all, there are two or three great masters here."

"I hope so."

Afterwards, the two of them were immersed in the chess game.

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Taoist priest Zhao had some enlightenment and returned to the courtyard after breakfast. The moment he fell into meditation, he suddenly opened his eyes and jumped out of the courtyard. He rose and fell to the top of the wall outside.

Two middle-aged men have been waiting at the top of the wall for a long time. The strong one is carrying a double iron sledgehammer on his shoulders, and the thin one is sitting on the top of the wall holding a pestle and a sword. It is Shi Nian and the two reckless bandits.

Daochang Zhao looked at the two of them with his hands behind his back: "If I guess correctly, you two are here to avenge the leader Cao Mengning!"

Shi Nian sat on the wall holding a big knife and raised his slightly dark head and asked: "Boy, do you want fame and fortune when you first enter the world?"

Zhao Zhengli did not answer but asked: "Are you planning to bribe me?"

Reckless, carrying the hammer and grinning with yellow teeth, said: "Man perishes for money, and birds perish for food. Please give me a price!"

The pink-haired and white-faced Daochang Zhao grinned his white teeth and said with great interest: "What do you think I am worth?"

The two of them really looked at each other carefully: "She looks like the number one in Yihongyuan, and her Taoist skills are terrifying. Calculated on a monthly basis, she is worth three to five hundred taels of silver, right? If you are interested, we can go back and ask."

Owner, the price is negotiable."

Taoist priest Zhao quickly asked: "Oh? Who is the name of your village owner?"

The two of them exchanged glances: "No comment at the moment! You must sincerely hope that we can recommend you!"

Daochang Zhao simply sat down on the wall, with the three of them five or six meters apart: "The owner of your village is called Liu Yuandong. He is the cousin of the county governor Liu Yuanji. He built a villa more than ten miles away from the county governor's house and named it Wolong Villa.

, recruit a group of scum to do some sneaky things." After saying that, he turned around and grinned: "Am I right?"

Shi and Lu were stunned at first, and then became more and more angry as they listened. They compared themselves to the scum of the world, and what they did was called sneaking around. Their dark faces were as purple as a pig's loin due to anger and congestion.

Recklessly, he hit the wall with a hammer, making two holes, and shouted: "You don't know what's good, why are you entertaining us?"

Taoist priest Zhao, who looked indifferent, pressed the wall tiles: "You two entertained me first. Do I look like a person who gives in to money?"

Then he slowly stood up and dusted his butt, but unfortunately his fingers hit the wall brick and left two five-claw marks on his butt: "You smashed the wall, so I have to smash your head. You can do it yourself if you know how to do it."

After saying that, Zhao Zheng immediately punched the two big bandits with his transformation energy like a giant's fist.

The sudden punch hit the two of them and they were unable to defend themselves. They were knocked back from the wall in a hurry and fell outside the wall of Situ Jianzhuang.

The two of them cursed and stood up: "Damn it, you are even less martial than us. Let's see if grandpa doesn't kill you."

After speaking, Shi Nian raised his sword and struck in the air, and Reckless followed up with his double hammers.

The pink-haired and white-faced Taoist Master Zhao was on full alert. After all, the other party was two genuine masters. A little carelessness would be enough for him to drink.

Such a big movement naturally disturbed Situ Jianzhuang. Lao Yue had a bandage on one hand and an iron rod in the other and shouted: "Taoist Master, take the stick and kill them both with Lao Yue's iron rod."

Zhao Zhengli took the stick thrown by the strong man Lao Yue and sank slightly. The weight was really solid. He danced twice to repel one knife and two hammers. He kept complaining: "Lao Yue is not looking for a partner. He is so powerful."

It’s all used to roll the stick.”
To be continued...