Tian Jizi felt very strange. According to his cultivation, it was impossible for him to have such a hysterical state. Was he going to suffer a heavenly tribulation?
However, it was not enough to suffer a heavenly tribulation. If the white-browed monk suffered a heavenly tribulation, how could he not be punished by the heavens?
That was because he was angry.
Angry, angry.
The word angry had not been in Tian Jizi's emotional world for many years. He had been cultivating all his life, calm and peaceful, and his thoughts were clear. He did not fight for anything, and rarely had conflicts with others. There were very few things in this world that could touch his Spirit Mirror Dao Heart.
He cultivated and nourished Qi, but the Qi he cultivated and nourished was Qi activity. It was the body's nutrition and energy, and it was the driving force for him to seek the Dao and finally break through the void.
Qi could cut hair and wash marrow, strengthen the body, and make people achieve immortality.
However, angry — he tried hard to think about it, but he really forgot when and why he was angry last time.
Why could this young man make him so angry when he opened his mouth?
After thinking about it, Tian Jizi's eyes instantly lit up.
Dao fate.
Because they were fated, he was able to break through his own heart. Otherwise, so many people could not break through, but he could make him lose control of his emotions?
Tian Jizi looked at Fang Yan with even more scorching eyes, which startled Fang Yan. He said, "You are not here to flirt with her, and you are not here to sell talismans — you want to flirt with me?"
"—"
The smile on Tian Jizi's face instantly froze. His mouth slanted and his eyes protruded, and his body trembled even more violently.
He was sure that he was going to suffer a heavenly tribulation. Otherwise, why did he feel like he was being struck by lightning?
However, didn't the long-eyebrowed monk say that when he encountered the heavenly tribulation, he would experience nine divine thunders? Why did he only experience five? Was it because his cultivation was too low, or that monks were more unlucky than Taoists?
Xia Zhi held back his laughter, kicked Fang Yan under the low table, looked at Tian Jizi and said, "What can I do for you, Zhenren?"
Tian Jizi chanted the Laozi Qingniu Incantation several times, and with great difficulty, he suppressed the murderous intent in his heart. He bowed to Xia Xia with one hand and said, "This humble Daoist feels that I have fate with this little friend, so I came here to have a chat."
Tianjizi looked at Fang Yan and said, "I'm not a lecherous person, nor am I someone who sells talismans for profit. I just want to have a chat with you. I don't have any evil intentions, nor do I have any malicious intent. "
Fang Yan looked at Tianjizi doubtfully and asked, "What do you want to talk to me about?"
Tianjizi pointed to the chair next to the low table and said, "May I have a seat?"
"Sit," Fang Yan said. He was a little curious about this Daoist priest.
Tianjizi sat down on the side of the low table, looked at Fang Yan and asked, "Little friend, are you a martial artist?"
"I know how to use Tai Chi." Fang Yan said. He looked at the Daoist priest's sitting posture and said, "From the outside, you don't seem to know any martial arts at all, but when you pulled out the chair, I felt a hidden movement in your Qi, which made me wary. This chair is made of sour pear wood and weighs dozens of kilograms. You lifted it up as if you were grabbing a handful of cotton wool. It seems that you are also an expert. "
Xia Xia looked at the middle-aged Daoist priest doubtfully, thinking, this is also a martial arts expert? These days, there are experts everywhere. In the blink of an eye, several of them have slipped away from under your nose.
The Daoist priest took the tea that Xia Xia poured for him and said with a smile, "I can't be considered an expert. I just used decades of martial arts to train my strength."
"Well said." Fang Yan sincerely praised. "In the future, if others say that I'm an expert, can you lend me that sentence?"
Tianjizi laughed and said, "You can take it. But I think that what you said just now, 'know how to use Tai Chi', is more effective. Experts who have the heart of Tai Chi, the number of Hua Xia's in Nuo Da can be counted on one's fingers — if this is only two hands of Tai Chi, what about the other practitioners? "
Fang Yan's eyes became sharp and said, "You know me?"
"I was lucky to be at the scene of the battle of One Sword Peak." Tianjizi looked into Fang Yan's eyes and said.
Fang Yan was shocked and said, "I didn't feel your existence."
Not only Fang Yan didn't feel it, but the Ministry of War also didn't feel it.
Because at that time, the Ministry of War said that there were only three people present who could fight with him. After this battle, he must visit them one by one. Fang Yan learned from Lei Feng's good example and helped him point out who the three experts were, but this middle-aged Daoist priest was not included.
Many people thought that only those who were good at fighting were real warriors. Of course, this was not wrong. However, being good at hiding was also a unique skill. The enemy was already at your door, but you still didn't know he was there. Just thinking about it made people's scalps tingle and their backs turn cold.
"My little friend, don't panic," Tianjizi said, waving his hand. "When I hide in the wind, I become the wind. When I hide in the forest, I become a tree, a flower, and a grass. When the wind comes, I move, and when insects come, I don't panic. They and I are one. My little friend, your heart of Tai Chi has reached a higher level, and even the birds are willing to play with you. Isn't it the same? There are three thousand ways in the world, but in the end, they all lead to the same destination. There is no difference between you and me. "
Fang Yan's hostility toward this Daoist priest deepened. This old guy followed him to the One Sword Peak to watch the battle between him and the Ministry of War, and he also saw the scene of him playing with the birds today — was he a stalker?
Fang Yan looked at the Daoist priest and asked, "How should I address you?"
"My Daoist name is Tianjizi," the middle-aged Daoist priest said.
"Tianjizi — why do you always follow me? I was fighting with the Japanese Sword God, and you followed me. I caught a bird to play with, and you also peeped behind my butt. What do you want? Now that you have come to me, you must be ready to lay your cards on the table, right? "
"My little friend, you are very vigilant —"
"Nonsense. Nine out of ten Daoist priests these days are liars, and one is a bastard. He always grabs your hand and says that you will suffer a bloody disaster. There were several times when I wanted to make him suffer a bloody disaster — he sells talismans, and I only lose some money. You don't even sell talismans, which means that what you are after is bigger. Who knows what I will lose? "
"Some things are not things to give, but things to gain. If you give, you give, but if you don't give, how can you gain? "Tianjizi said. "My little friend, can you tell me why you learn martial arts?"
"So that others can't bully me," Fang Yan said. After thinking for a while, he added, "When I want to bully others, I don't worry that they will hit me."
"If that's the case, then why did you risk your life to accept the challenge from Chiba?" Tianjizi asked with a smile. "From what I saw and thought, you didn't have any confidence that you could win against that Japanese swordsman, right? You didn't give in even an inch because you were proud and hot-blooded. Am I right? "
"He took the initiative to challenge me and bullied me. How could I cower and run away? The worst outcome would be death. If I died, thousands of Fang Yan's would stand up and kill him — no matter what, I wouldn't suffer too much, "Fang Yan said.
"Death is good. In order to uphold the dignity of a martial artist and protect the orthodox martial arts of Hua Xia, you were willing to fight to the death with the Japanese Sword God even though you knew that you were not as strong as him — just this alone makes you stand out among your peers. "
"Actually, I thought of asking for help, but they didn't come —"
"You are frank and direct, and you have the courage to admit to others that you are timid and cowardly. It's human nature to look for a solution when you encounter difficulties — but in the end, you relied on your own courage and ability to defeat your opponent. "
"I am not timid and cowardly for a moment, I have always been timid and cowardly — not only do I have that kind of thought, but I also put it into action. If I invited someone over, it would be him fighting the Japanese Sword God, and I would be eating melon seeds and chatting on the side. "
"You are a chivalrous person, why did you purposely make yourself look so bad?" Tianjizi looked at Fang Yan and asked. "Worried that people will criticize you and make fun of you?"
Fang Yan sighed softly and said, "You are so shameless to praise me. Tell me, what do you want?"
Tianjizi's expression was solemn, and his eyes were clear. His body was like a sleeping tiger or a coiled dragon, emitting a calm and peaceful aura. Ambergris smoke lingered in the air, and the faint fragrance was refreshing, making one's body completely relax and mind travel to the heavenly realm.
'This guy is good at showing off!' Fang Yan thought.
Tianjizi looked at Fang Yan and said in a compassionate tone, "The wind is strong, the tide is surging. The flood dragon totem, the fire phoenix nirvana. The dragon soul of Hua Xia, the glory is inextinguishable. The spirit of martial arts, the sun and the moon shine together. Thieves and evildoers covet from all directions, we should rise up and fight against them, using our hearts to punish them — the ancients said, establish a heart for the heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, inherit the lost knowledge for the saints, and establish peace for the world. The revival of China, and the protection of the dragon soul, we have no other responsibility. "
Fang Yan was stunned by these majestic words, and said, "What should I do?"
"Do you know the Tai Chi Diagram?"
"Tai Chi Diagram? Yes. "Fang Yan nodded. "It is said that it was passed down by the Song Dynasty Taoist Chen Tuan, and its original name is the Wuji Diagram. According to historical records, Chen Tuan once passed down the Precelestial Diagram, Tai Chi Diagram, River Diagram, and Luo Shu to his student Zhong Fang, who in turn passed them down to Mu Xiu, Li Ze, and others. Later, Mu Xiu passed down the Tai Chi Diagram to Zhou Dunyi. The Tai Chi Diagram we see now was passed down by Zhou Dunyi. I have one hanging on the wall in my room — I look at it several times a day. What's wrong? "
Tianjizi smiled soundlessly and said, "The Painting of Tai Chi I am talking about is not the kind that can be bought on the street, but the real treasure of Taoism, the Painting of Tai Chi, one of the four great books of Huaxia, along with the Painting of the River, the Book of Luo, and the Innate Painting."
Fang Yan stared at Tianjizi with his eyes wide open, and asked, "Why are you telling me this?"
"I want to choose a fated person to pass down the Tai Chi Diagram to, and let him protect our dragon soul of Hua Xia —"
"Then go find him." Fang Yan said. "Why are you telling me this?"
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