At the moment, the ram of the Seventh Senior Brother leans against the wind in the center of the main hall, and the imperial cremation with one hand is the ancient seal of "Zi Yang Guan Qi Shou Tian Qi".
Brother Wen Xiaofeng is sitting in a dangerous position and looking like a master, which has also been tampered with by him. In fact, at that time, he was stunned by the old seven firebending and opened his mouth.
The younger brother’s demeanor in riding the wind also made him beautify the fact that Yu was secretly making a mountain-moving tactic to move a jujube into his old mouth.
Looking at the picture scroll, the Three Sages and the Nine Brothers can’t help themselves for a moment. This is the last Zhang Jiafu of the Three Sages’ view of life. Not long after the birthday of the Three Sages, the big brother Ma Lingfeng murdered the Nine Brothers in the wind. Since then, too many changes have taken place in the view of life in Ziyang. The big brother was sent away, the nine brothers resigned, the three religions were destroyed, and the three saints’ view of life was dismembered. The two brothers led the people to the East China Sea. From now on, each side did not talk about the end, and there was even a tragedy in which the same
"Little granduncle, don’t you think this is who you are?" The thermometer pointed to the picture scroll and rode the wind.
"It’s really me." I took back my thoughts and sighed.
"it’s a good thing you left these scrolls, otherwise you wouldn’t know me?" I looked up and smiled at her. The thermometer didn’t extend the concept of valve seniority, nor did it show any practice. A little red aura in the body of the valve spell was just the result of meditation and retreat at ordinary times.
"No, I’ve seen you human beings long ago. I remember it, but I was dragged out by the red guards and paraded around the streets with thin wires. The big names had to wear wallpaper and paste them into big hats, and they had to shout,’ I’m a godmother, I’m a godmother.’" Wen Qingyi said and actually laughed.
I looked up and smiled at her and didn’t say anything. I didn’t personally experience the natural law in the history she said, but according to the articles and reports I read before, I felt that people must have been crazy at that time, and they could dig their ancestral graves and blow out 10 thousand Jin of pigs.
"Look at this one, little martial granduncle," Wen Qingyi said, and drew another picture. "I didn’t see this picture of demon reduction. Why did Bai Ancestor and Shi Bozu fight with each other in their robes?"
I smell speech quickly took the picture scroll handed me by the thermometer, which seemed to be overwhelmed with excitement and tension, and I couldn’t even say anything. I shook my hands and took a few puffs of cigarettes out of my clothes and lit them, finally suppressing my emotions. "This is not a demon-reducing figure."
"It’s a demon-reducing map here." The thermometer pointed to the first few words of the picture scroll.
The picture scroll is in a dogfight, and the two of them are the old five, Ye Aofeng and Wen Xiaofeng, who are frustrated. There is an obvious flaw in the tail of the huge Qinglong, which is the third dragon wind that the Yuan Dynasty has succeeded in turning dragons into dragons.
I pointed to the portrait with a grim face, Ye Aofeng. "That dragon is not a demon, he is!"
Chapter 13 Maoshan Line
"Isn’t he a grandmaster?" Although the thermometer is old and steady, it can’t help showing surprise at the moment.
I stretched out my hand and took the first picture, pointing my left hand at the third humanoid dragon and the wind, and pointing my right hand at another picture, Qinglong. "This Qinglong was the third brother of Guanqi, and it was a bluestone python. Later, in the Yuan Dynasty, it should be robbed of the real dragon."
"Why should Shi Bozu fight with his ancestors?" The temperature inclinometer pointed to the picture scroll, and the two were evenly fighting.
Painting is an old painting, which will naturally be biased. In fact, the old Wen Xiaofeng lost his interest in painting after the purple robbery. Although the three saints reprimanded him, they turned a deaf ear to it. It can be said that he repaired the valve the worst among the nine brothers. Even if he practiced hard in the later years, it would not be his fifth brother because his five elements belonged to wood and his fifth element belonged to Kim Jong-ok. Although he painted them evenly, the actual root was not the case.
"It should be that he caught me when the proud wind attacked the Dragon Raccoon Wind." I analyzed and said that the background of the picture was faint when Ziyang watched the back hill, that is to say, it was time to watch the valve or watch the Dragon Raccoon Wind still there, and then the property and the old were still alive.
"Can the spells learned by the ancestors of the younger martial uncle live forever?" Asked the thermometer outlet.
I shook my head and said that although there is the practice of practicing Qi, few people live long except those who are different. Because of the interception, many mysterious spells are cast at the expense of their own longevity, and many disciples can’t stand the great temptation of spells and sacrifice their longevity to cast them. This is also an important reason why interception has always been despised by the three religions.
"Why are ancestors and grandfathers still so young after so many years?" The inclinometer is more fascinated than confused.
"You don’t know your ancestor. His personality is easy-going. Everyone likes him, but his painting style is not very realistic. If Ma Dehua lets him see it smoothly, he can draw Andy Lau." I shook my head and said that the subjective factors of the picture scroll are different from those of the photo painter, which means that although the two people in the picture are still vaguely like before, it is hard to say what the facts are.
There is also a history of 900 years from the Northern and Southern Dynasties. Except for the third child, who can live by virtue of his physical advantages, others must be reincarnated. If you want to keep the original appearance, you must use the method of past life, but the biggest defect of the method of past life is that you can’t control the reincarnation, that is to say, if you don’t meet your five elements perfectly, the soul of the caster will always be in a waiting state.
"Aunt, can I borrow these paintings for a few days?" I said to the thermometer that these paintings are very important and I need to ponder them carefully, but this is obviously not an ideal place.
"Little granduncle, how can you be so welcome? This is the ancestor’s thing, and the ancestor is your brother. You just take it." Although the thermometer is old, it is still quick to find a blue bag and wrap the two I saw and the other two.
"by the way, aunt, let me ask you something." I took the baggage and said it again
"Little granduncle has something to say, just ask." The thermometer poured me a glass of water.
"What is the material of our Maoshan Sect when it comes to the method needle?" I made a slight turn.
"Zhang teaches to make the gold needle and his brother make the silver needle." The thermometer naturally won’t hide anything from me.
"Is there a steel needle?" I’m careful to have my own problems.
"yes!" Compared with the thermometer, Li Nan’s previous answer was quite simple: "Those who made a big mistake and violated the rules and regulations and were expelled from the sect used gold and silver magic needles."
"Why not?" I asked.
"Because the Maoshan Sect has denied that he is a disciple, according to the rules, he can’t use the gold and silver method, but if he secretly makes others know," does the thermometer know? "After all, the steel needle can’t connect Yin and Yang, not only the effect of the method is far less than that of the gold and silver method, but it will also damage the meridians of the legal person."
"Did the Maoshan Sect expel a man named Li Men twenty or thirty years ago?" I stopped beating around the bush when I saw the thermometer answer happily.
"Little granduncle, have you seen Li Jin?" The rhetorical question from the thermometer outlet also answered my question.
"Have you seen what mistake this man made and was expelled from the sect?" I nodded my head.
"If people ask me this, I really can’t say that it’s not a glorious thing after all." Wen Qingyi is still very close to my little granduncle. "He is the youngest brother of the old horse in this life, but he didn’t know what to do, but he helped a bunch of thieves to dig the grave. The child also did it foolishly. After returning to the mountain, he confessed to his master and was expelled from the gate by his master."
The temperature inclinometer is over 70 years old, and Lao Li’s head is only in his fifties. It’s not too much to call him by the temperature inclinometer. Moreover, according to the temperature inclinometer, this old Li’s head should be a good man. After being expelled from the sect, he didn’t abuse Taoism to cheat money. Nai occasionally behaved himself and made the steel needle unlucky. He almost didn’t let me force him to disperse.
When I got here, I chatted quite a bit. A young man in his twenties naturally had nothing in common with an old lady. Although he felt kind, it was quite awkward for him to shout like this. He wanted to give her the gas gathering spell to keep her fit. The old lady herself was not a gas watcher, so she couldn’t peek at others. I naturally refused it too much.
In the later period, when the old lady learned that I was not married, she had to ask me about my birthday and introduce me to a lady. Just when she was overwhelmed, Li Nan came over and invited me and Wen Qingyi to go to the Maoshan Piazza for dinner, which finally helped me out.
Going to the North Wall and uncovering the lieutenant back into the sheath, I feel that the violent spirit of the blade greatly reduces my heart. It seems that the violent spirit of the lieutenant’s blade has always been a resentment caused by his partner’s long separation. After Wang Yanpei’s death, I was alone and pushed people’s hearts. I couldn’t help but feel compassion for the lieutenant and Mo Xie, the male and female swords. When everything is over, I will definitely send the lieutenant to Maoshan Sect to make them face each other day and night.
The women who gave a banquet in the slant hall naturally participated in the flourishing Maoshan Sect, and Ma Qianli’s brother had more than 20 departments present to accompany me, so I was naturally pushed to the chief.
This important scene makes me feel very reluctant to get to the end of the banquet and run away as if I were leaving.
When I got back to the car, I couldn’t wait for the thermometer to give me those scrolls, but I was disappointed to find that the others were ordinary landscapes.
Since King Kong Gun and Mu Zhuifeng are now in Ziyang Temple, I’m not in a hurry to go back immediately, but I just turned north to Jinan Expressway. Although Wang Yanpei died, I’m going to visit again.