Chapter 313
To say that the mountains are majestic and the world's famous mountains and rivers, this Eastern Witch Doctor Village Mountain in Liaoning cannot be ranked. Speaking of geographic location, it can't be considered important. Cultural landscapes, historical relics, but also nothing. Only this mountain scenery can be considered beautiful, especially in summer and autumn, it is refreshing and pleasant.
At the west foot of this mountain, there is a peak called Clear Sky Peak. The name probably comes from a small daoist temple on the mountain. This daoist temple is called Clear Sky Monastery.
Why is the Guan name before the peak name?
because more than ten years ago, this peak was still unknown. Since a Daoist established the Clear Sky Monastery on this peak, it has been called Clear Sky Peak by those who fled to the mountains.
Since the rise of Wanli Era Jiannu to the present, this Liaodong, to Han Chinese, is like the hell on earth.
I don't know how many men have stained the earth with blood, and I don't know how many city villages have been washed with blood.
Because they were lucky enough to escape, either they moved south or entered the customs. But I heard that life is not easy in the customs. There are natural disasters, thieves everywhere, burning, killing and looting.
Either he became a docile citizen, kept his hair but not his head, and kept his head but not his hair, ditched the clothes of the Han family, and became a servant of Jiannu.
And if you choose neither, there is only one place to go, recess in the mountains.
So in this Witch Doctor Village Mountain, there are villages formed by some fleeing commoners. A refugee.
Under Clear Sky Peak, there is such a village.
It's like what Tao Yuanming said in Peach Blossom Spring. But after all, it is not so leisurely, there is no traffic, and there is no familiarity. Although those living in mountains live off the mountains, they are also very poor. In addition to cutting off contact with the outside world, such as medicine, there is no such thing. Once someone is sick, they can only suffer.
This is trivial, so let's not mention it for now.
On Clear Sky Peak, in Clear Sky Monastery, there was only one daoist priest earlier. Self-proclaimed Daoist Qing Yun. Since ten years ago, Daoist Qing Yun has been out of the mountain, and when he came back, he has another child.
I heard that I met Slave Slaughter Village near Jinzhou when I was walking outside the mountains, and I managed to get it back from the pile of corpses.
This child surnamed Zhao has a single name and one Yu character.
When Daoist Qing Yun rescued the child, the child was nine years old and sensible. He knew what his name was and how old his parents were. He was killed by Jiannu.
A parent's feud is absolutely irreconcilable, which is too heavy for a child. This repression makes this child's character become very silent.
In the silence, there is a bit of hostility.
After Daoist Qing Yun brought this child back to Clear Sky Monastery, he didn't want this child to be blinded by hatred, so he accepted him as a Dao Child, reciting dao scripture every day, indifferent to Taoism Harmony Qi and Pure Spiritual Qi in the mountains, to wash away grievances and kill hatred.
Ten years later, a nine-year-old child has grown up.
Daoist Qing Yun also has white hair.
Time flies, nothing more.
On this morning, when it was almost midnight, the light of the morning sun crossed the Witch Doctor Village Mountain and shone to the west foot. Daoist Qing Yun did the morning class and made breakfast before he came out.
Clear Sky Monastery On the hillside of Clear Sky Peak, in front of the monastery gate, is a cliff. There is only a trail hidden in the jungle that leads straight down the mountain.
In front of the monastery gate, on the cliff, there is a flat land with an area of roughly one minute. A tall, but not thin silhouette, was standing on the edge of a cliff and punching.
This is Zhao Yu.
Zhao Yu is very tall, in ancient terms, eight feet long. But at first glance, it is not very majestic, it looks tall and well-proportioned.
He was wearing a shabby robe that was washed and whitish and had some patches, which was changed from Daoist Qing Yun's old daoist robe.
The bare arms reveal strong muscles. Between punches and kicks, the muscles rise up and look tenacious as steel!
As the fist wind passed, there was a crackling sound. Even Daoist Qing Yun, who was standing by the door at a distance of three to five feet, could also feel the strong wind assaults the senses.
The old daoist priest just leaned against the door, with a sparse beard, while watching Zhao Yu practice his boxing with a smile.
The boxing technique in the hands of Zhao Yu was passed down by the old daoist priest. It is a kung fu secretly passed down by Taoism. It is an excellent method for the unity of the inside and the outside.
What amazes even the old daoist priests is that this fighting skill Zhao Yu has practiced for only ten years to the point of 3rd Layer Peak Perfection, can't advance!
You must know that the old daoist priest secretly taught this kung fu. In the first forty years, before blood qi declined, he only practiced it to the second layer. Even so, in this world, there are very few people who can defeat the old daoist priest, I'm afraid it can be counted with a slap.
Now, a miracle is just around the corner.
A child whose parents and close relatives were killed by Jiannu, took this kung fu cultivation to an almost unprecedented realm in only ten years!
Daoist Qing Yun has long been numb to the shock. It's commonplace.
He knew that there was an air of anger in this child's heart, an air of ill will, supporting and urging him. Revenge, this kind of obsession, prompted him to regard this kung fu as the only straw, and cling to it tightly.
Sometimes Daoist Qing Yun has some regrets in his heart.
He didn't know whether it was right or wrong to teach Zhao Yu this kung fu. Originally innate divine strength, physique peculiar child, plus this skill to peak Peak, the whole is a humanoid monster.
If he does evil, no one in this world can stop him!
Daoist Qing Yun couldn't help but feel worried because of the hostility in his heart.
But at the same time, I pity his special physique and don't want his secret kung fu to be lost. To be honest, it is a blessing to find a successor of such a good, even unprecedented aptitude.
"I just hope that this child has avenged his parents' revenge and can dispel the anger in his heart..."
Daoist Qing Yun thought so.
Zhao Yu knew for a long time that his Master was next to him. With the Ice Flesh & Jade Bone Art cultivation taught by his Master to the highest realm, his senses are keen, not to mention the distance of 30 to 50 feet, even the distance of 13 to 50 feet, and he can also see things clearly.
For ten years, Ice Flesh & Jade Bone Art has been in the bone marrow. Since the master taught this kung fu, it is always practiced every morning and evening. It has become a habit etched in the bones.
At least one punch and kick will not stop.
It will never stop halfway through.
This is also the reason why Old Daoist Qing Yun never interrupted Zhao Yu's boxing practice.
About a moment later, this fist and kick finally finished, Zhao Yu stood still, his palms were placed three inches below his abdomen, his chest and abdomen were bulging, and he was full of breath. The condensed white air rubbed against the air, making a snort.
breath becomes a sword!
Although this kind of kung fu is only a small manifestation of ordinary boxing practice, even so, it is hard to find several mentions on equal terms in the world.
Daoist Qing Yun has such a kung fu, but he can spit it out in one breath, which is definitely not as long as Zhao Yu's.
This breath, the effort of spitting out a cup of tea, is finished.
Zhao Yu opened his slightly squinted eyes, shooting out a ray of light, and then he took his breath away, in an extremely ferocious imposing manner, and then dissipated, turning into an ordinary young man.
“Master.”
Daoist Qing Yun laughed: “It’s over? It’s time to eat.”
After speaking, he turned around and entered the daoist temple.
Zhao Yu quickly followed.
Although Daoist Qing Yun is a daoist priest, eating and drinking is not forbidden. I don't know what kind of inheritance it is. Anyway, Zhao Yu never heard a single word from the Master's mouth.
I was just a wandering daoist priest and felt tired, so I set up a daoist temple on this Clear Sky Peak and planned to spend the rest of my life like this.
Daoist Qing Yun has a kung fu, and in this wild field, the birds and beasts are the best ingredients. Otherwise, Zhao Yu has practiced for ten years, without the support of these meat, I am afraid that he would have broken himself early. Even if the physique is special, if there is no dietary supplement, it will become a tuberculosis.
There is a large clay pot on the table, the mouth of the pot has a diameter of one and a half feet. A large pot of meat was stewed in it. There are no condiments, just salt, plus some herbs and wild vegetables picked from the mountains, and you can eat it.
master and disciple are both kung fu practitioners, both big-bellied men. It is an old daoist priest, now in 70s and 80s, I can eat five or six catties of cooked meat in one meal.
Not to mention young people like Zhao Yu.
People say that half the children eat the poor old man. Zhao Yu's belly is much stronger than half a child!
Also thanks to the prosperity of birds and beasts in this mountain. Thanks to the Witch Doctor Village Mountain, there are only two strong men. If ten or eight, ten years later, I am afraid that this mountain will be eaten up.
The meat in the jar is red venison. It was Zhao Yu who ran several dozen li in the mountains yesterday before he came back with a prey. Daoist Qing Yun has never cared about hunting since Zhao Yu's kung fu success.
Since Zhao Yu was twelve years old, the old daoist priest has only been in charge of collecting herbs.
Originally, I also wanted to pass on my medical skills to Zhao Yu, but the energy in Zhao Yu's heart was all used in practice.
Have to hold back for now.
Master and disciple sat down at the table. The old daoist priest sat on the upper seat, Zhao Yu sat on the bottom, and sat opposite each other.
He took his chopsticks and gorge oneself.
Looking at the large chunks of venison, it disappeared from Zhao Yu's mouth in the blink of an eye. Those teeth are like a grinder. With a light grinding, the meat will be crushed into pieces, and the throat will be swallowed.
It's a big jar of meat, I'm afraid it doesn't weigh 20 to 30 pounds, and it's not even half incense stick of time, all of which were filled by master and disciple.
The herbs, wild vegetables, and the last half jar of soup were all poured into the stomach.
one old and one young, both with their belly swelled up like a pregnant woman.
But it doesn't matter.
Zhao Yu cleaned up the mess on the table first, and his strong digestive ability has already reduced his stomach. He went straight to the main hall, where Daoist Qing Yun was meditating.
Zhao Yu took his praying mat and sat down in front of the Master.
Daoist Qing Yun opened his eyes: "What do you want to say?"
Zhao Yu scratched his forehead: "Master, I want to go down the mountain."
Daoist Qing Yun slightly startled, stared straight at Zhao Yu for a long time, and said, "I knew this day would come. I've known since I dug you out of the corpse."
old daoist priest A long sighed: "You are a kung fu, the world is big, and you can go. But your enemy is not ordinary after all. The master went late at that time, and I don't know who is the murderer..."
Zhao Yu released an angry look in his eyes and pursed his lips: "Master, I remember who it is."