Song Da and Song San were flipping through some books on the bookshelves of this house hidden in the bamboo forest out of boredom.
These were not martial arts secret books, but some Analects of Confucius, Book of Changes and the like — this was totally different from what they thought at the beginning.
"Ah Da, the blind man asked us to accompany him this time … Is it really just to accompany him?" Song San looked at Song Da.
Song Da shook his head blankly.
The blind man said at the beginning: Are you two interested in accompanying me to Wudang Mountain?
Hearing that it was a holy place like Wudang Mountain, the two agreed without hesitation … But in the end, they came here only to see a white-haired grand-disciple?
"I feel like we were tricked by the blind man …" Song Da frowned for a while and squeezed out this sentence.
"We were tricked! The blind man just wanted to find someone to carry the bags! "Song San patted his forehead.
The two showed a vexed expression at the same time.
"Let's take a walk outside." Song Da sighed, "At least we can take it as a sightseeing."
Song San had to do the same. Anyway, after getting off the plane in Hong Kong, they had re-registered their mobile phones in China, so the blind man could find them.
…
"Grandmaster, who are the two people you brought?"
In a quiet room in the house, Master Huang Qifa was standing beside Mr. Blind respectfully — at this moment, Mr. Blind was silently 'looking' at a yellowed ink painting in the room.
In the painting, there was an ancient man, who looked like an immortal, gazing at the Milky Way.
"They are just two people to carry the bags, don't mind them." Mr. Blind said slowly and turned around. Then he directly sat down on the futon in the quiet room and waved his hand.
Huang Qifa tactfully sat down in front of Mr. Blind — He had only seen this grandmaster four times in his life, including this time, and each time was not long.
However, these four times almost spanned Huang Qifa's whole life. He had grown from a young boy to an old man, but the grandmaster's appearance had not changed.
Those people in the city who looked for him all called him Master Huang, Great Deity Huang, but in fact, the one in front of him was the real deity — the grandmaster was the real deity.
"Give me your hand," Mr. Blind suddenly said. "I'll feel your bones first."
Hearing this, Huang Qifa hurriedly rolled up his sleeves and stretched out his hand. He himself also knew how to feel bones, but it was an unorthodox method that he had figured out by himself. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't … Sometimes it didn't work.
At this moment, Mister Blind said again, "Tell me the cause and effect of the incident you mentioned. Also, give me a detailed description of the characteristics of the person you spoke of as' all living beings'. "
Huang Qifa's physiognomy, which he had painstakingly practiced for decades, was broken because of that one time. The memory was still fresh in his mind. At this time, he opened his mouth and said, "That day, someone introduced me to a job. Originally, it was just an ordinary job to look at a person's marriage. But I didn't expect that young man's physiognomy to be so strange, it's really unprecedented."
Huang Qifa sighed. "At that time, I overestimated myself. Half of it was because I was impatient and broke the rules of the sect. I used the cultivation method passed down by the grandmaster to open my 'eyes' to take a closer look. But I didn't expect that I would be backfired … It has been almost half a year since I broke the rules of the sect."
"Hmm … When did you meet this person?" Mr. Blind suddenly asked.
Huang Qifa hurriedly told him the specific date and time. He even took out the birth date and horoscope given by the client.
Mister Blind raised his hand and started calculating something with his fingers … But as he calculated, his brows started to furrow. The speed at which his fingers moved became faster and faster. In the end, Huang Qifa could only see the afterimages of his fingers, and he could not help but be shocked.
The so-called pinching fingers to calculate was not as simple as it was described by ordinary people. It included a large number of complicated formulas. Without extraordinary memory and mental calculation ability, it was impossible to learn. If one wasn't talented, even if he practiced hard for a lifetime, he would only be able to scratch the surface and not be considered a beginner.
Originally, the amount of calculation was not something that the human brain could achieve at the current stage.
However, what made Huang Qifa's heart tighten was that Mr. Blind's fingers suddenly stopped. He thought that the immortal grandmaster had an answer, but unexpectedly, the grandmaster was still silent.
Huang Qifa secretly glanced at the grandmaster's expression — he didn't open his eyes. Then, he glanced at the grandmaster's fingers and found that Mr. Blind's fingers were slightly twitching at this moment.
This … Could it be that the Ancestral Master's hand had gotten cramps from his calculations?!
"Get me some water." Mr. Blind pinched between his eyebrows and said indifferently, "The rheumatism of these years has come. Let me have a good rest."
So it was rheumatism. No wonder … Although it was said that the grandmaster had a technique to retain his youthful appearance, he was already so old.
Huang Qifa thought that he was also an old man. He had to stick the dog skin plaster on his back for at least eight to ten days a month … Although the grandmaster was an immortal, he was still old after all.
"Please wait a moment. Qifa will go and boil a pot of hot water for you right away!"
He saw Huang Qinfa scramble up and then hurriedly walk out of the quiet room. After that, Mister Blind slowly used his other hand to hold his trembling wrist.
"It's not as simple as' All Living Beings Alike '…" He muttered to himself. Then, he stood up and faced the ink painting hanging on the wall again.
"The grandmaster who founded the sect is above." Mr. Blind said in a low voice, "You once left behind a scripture that said 'Before the world changes, there must be strange phenomena of the Mutants' … The descendant of the Song family I met in South America was a Mutant. Was the person that Huang Qifa met also a Mutant? I actually can't calculate it. "
…
When Huang Qifa came back with a pot of hot water, Mr. Blind was meditating with his eyes closed. He secretly glanced at Mr. Blind and found that his hand was no longer cramping.
However, there was a piece of paper in front of Mr. Blind — Huang Qifa recognized this piece of paper.
It was because of this piece of paper that the grandmaster returned from a foreign country.
Second of the second month, the dragon raises its head.
This was just a very common saying passed down from ancient times. What was the mystery behind it? Although Huang Qifa was puzzled, he did not hesitate and quickly walked up to Mr. Blind.
Mr. Blind took out a small porcelain bottle from his clothes and handed it to Huang Qifa. "Pour the powder inside into the hot water and drink it."
"Me?" Huang Qifa was stunned.
"Of course." Mr. Blind nodded. "Outside the bamboo forest, I saw that your glabella was dark. There was an aura of death rushing out from the canopy. It was already showing signs of death."
"Is it a disaster of blood?" Huang Qifa was someone who knew how to read faces. When he heard the grandmaster's words, he was so shocked that he broke out in a cold sweat.
"No." Mr. Blind shook his head and said, "If it is only a disaster of blood, there is naturally a way to resolve it. Unfortunately, when the signs of death appear, it is a different situation. "
"Grandmaster, save me!" Huang Qifa's face was pale as he knelt before Mr. Blind in fear. He kowtowed so hard that even his voice was shaking.
"We can read faces, predict the heavens, the earth, and people, but we can't do it for ourselves. Do you know why?" Mr. Blind asked calmly.
Huang Qifa's voice was bitter as he said, "It is already against the heavens that we seek fortune and avoid calamity. If we seek personal gain for ourselves and reverse Yin and Yang, then we will offend the heavens and be punished by the heavens … Grandmaster, after I called you last time, I have already donated all of my wealth … Grandmaster, I know my mistake now!"
"Over the years, you have revealed too many secrets. Even though it is nothing serious …" Mr. Blind sighed. "But you have changed the fate of so many people by reading their faces. Over time, you have committed many sins. It is too late to mend the pen after the sheep is lost. Now, not only have you lost your power, your body is slowly withering. Even the gods will not be able to save you. I am afraid you will not live to see the mid-autumn festival this year. "
"Grandmaster, save me, save me!" Huang Qifa cried.
"Take this medicine every month. It should be enough for you to live through this year." Mr. Blind stood up and said calmly, "Take care of yourself. However, you will face a tribulation in the coming days. It is best not to go out. Stay here and recuperate. Cultivate your heart and mind well. Perhaps you will be able to survive … "
Mr. Blind's voice had gone far away, leaving Huang Qifa sitting on the ground in a daze.
The older a person was, the more afraid they were of death.
…
…
Outside the bamboo forest was a large forest. Outside the forest was a famous scenic spot of the Wudang Mountain. In fact, the bamboo forest was actually within the scenic spot of the Wudang Mountain.
However, there was a special formation set up in the bamboo forest. It was very easy for ordinary people to get lost in the bamboo forest. As they walked, they would walk out of the bamboo forest. Of course, if it was aerial photography, then it would be fine.
However, who would take aerial photography of such a small bamboo forest for no reason?
At this time, Song Da and Song San found an electric pole. Then, the two of them squatted under this electric pole — not because of anything else, but simply because the signal in this place was better.
The matter was like this. Song San was bored and opened a domestic mobile video website. He just happened to see a video about Wudang. He couldn't help but click on it.
"Today's Number One Qinggong"
The name of the video naturally made Song San very curious — after all, as a martial artist, he knew very well what Qinggong was all about. Of course, like in TV dramas where one could step on the soles of one's feet and soar into the sky, there were special effects added to deceive children. However, real Qinggong could still be done.
"F * ck, we were fooled!" Song San scolded loudly, "What Number One Qinggong? Isn't this just ordinary parkour?"
Song Da, who was sending an SMS to a certain woman on the other side of the ocean, rolled his eyes and said, "Do you think that martial arts experts are cabbages that you can meet casually … Besides, the country's machinery forbids martial arts. If it's real Qinggong, how can it be released and spread on the Internet?"
Song Da was saying this, but he saw Song San's expression at this time as if he had seen a ghost. He looked at the sky dumbly and said with his mouth wide open, "Ah Da, the cabbages expert you said has appeared …"
Song Da raised his head in astonishment and saw a figure in the sky. At this time, the figure was descending towards a small forest not far away.
They didn't see wrongly. It was indeed descending and not falling — because both Song Da and Song San saw that this floating figure was carrying another figure on his back!
"Is this the legendary Qi Controlling Technique? My God, Wudang is indeed one of the Holy Lands! "Song San's eyes suddenly lit up.
Song Da didn't have time to continue sending SMS. He hurriedly stuffed his phone into his pocket and glanced at Song San. Then, he hurriedly walked towards the small forest where the figure had landed.
When experts meet experts, of course they would fight!
…
At this time, a scream suddenly came from the sky above the small forest.
Ahhhhhh —!!
"Be careful!!! Brother!!! "
"Wa —!!!!"
Obviously, there were two different voices.
The figure fell on the canopy and broke the branches along the way. Finally, it was hooked and stopped. However, the branches couldn't bear the weight and finally broke.
Bang —!
The two figures separated at the moment of falling. One quickly bounced and landed on the ground while the other hit the ground solidly.
"Zhuifeng, you bastard, you didn't save me!" The figure hit the ground and swore at this time.
"It's not my fault … Instinctive reaction, instinctive reaction, hehe!"
A young man walked over with a mischievous smile on his face. He pulled the figure up from the ground and patted the dirt off his body.
They were … Mo Xiaofei and Zhuifeng.
As for why a human and a demon would appear here, it would have to start from before the start of the winter break.
That day, after the Shinryū of Chellona threw his first disciple, Mo Xiaofei, to Sun Xiaosheng, he left with the little butterfly monster, Luo Dance. Before leaving, the Shinryū of Chellona once mentioned the matter of the cloth path, saying that it might let Mo Xiaofei know about his previous life.
Therefore, Mo Xiaofei had an idea. He wanted to secretly go to Mount Tai during the winter vacation — Zhuifeng was another reason.
However, as a student, it was too difficult to pay for the travel expenses along the way (Mo Xiaofei, who was determined to be a hero, was very determined not to use his superpower to make money), so he made a decision to travel on a budget.
Plane?
I can fly.
Train?
I can fly.
Bus?
I can still fly.
Mo Xiaofei, who planned to fly all the way to Mount Tai, became Zhuifeng's exclusive mount. It had been a week since they set off, and they had successfully left the province where they lived and came here.
"Water … give me some water." Mo Xiaofei sat down at this time and glanced at Zhuifeng weakly.
It was fine for him to fly alone. However, with Zhuifeng on his back, it was hard for him. Not to mention, it took almost a day to travel.
Even so, Mo Xiaofei felt that his flying time was increasing every day … Perhaps it was the so-called good training.
"Where are we?" Mo Xiaofei glanced at Zhuifeng at this time.
Zhuifeng quickly took out the map — He was responsible for looking at the terrain and route on this road.
But at this moment, there was a soft sound suddenly. Two figures shot out from the woods. One was tall and majestic, and the other was thin.
The tall and majestic man said loudly, "Song Qingshu, the abandoned disciple of Shaolin. Please enlighten me, young masters!"
The thin man also said in a deep voice, "Song Qingshu, the abandoned disciple of Shaolin. Please enlighten me, young masters!"
What the hell …
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