After Fan Zhongyan and Zhihua went to the Jianghuai Army's camp, they comforted them and sent people out to explore the water veins and terrain.
Although he is neither a military commander nor a clear official document, so he cannot mobilize large numbers of troops, but he only sent scouts to the shores of the Taihu Lake system to assist in mapping. No one objected to such a small matter.
In the early morning of this morning, the two of them were going to meet Su Hanshan.
“I came in a hurry, I only have a small gift from the ship.”
Fan Zhongyan was walking on the hillside, holding a brocade box with a jade pendant in his hand, speaking slowly Said, "I don't know what Mr. Su's likes are, or whether he would be reluctant to meet him."
Zhihua said: "If he doesn't want to see you, he will notice it when you come within ten miles and banish him. So far, there has been no reaction. It is obvious that he is willing to see you. Even if you don't take anything, it doesn't matter. ”
After the two of them climbed over the hillside, they saw a large piece of flat land in front of them, with wild grass and a courtyard standing in the middle.
The nearest town here is dozens of miles away. The nearby mountains, rivers and grasslands can be said to be veritable uninhabited wilderness, and of course there are no ready-made houses or temples.
This courtyard was built after Su Hanshan chose a temporary place to stay, poured earth and stone into it, transformed the shape, raised the flat ground, and piled it up.
So the color tone of the whole yard seems to be gray and black, and the walls are high and thick. Even if you walk close, you can only vaguely hear the voices of people.
Fan Zhongyan could hear many children's voices inside, as well as older voices talking warmly, as if they were discussing martial arts.
There is also the aroma of food and tea wafting out, making it feel like a warm, tranquil, leisurely life.
Fan Zhongyan cupped his hands and announced his name. Needless to say, the courtyard door opened.
"Please come in."
The two of them went in and saw many baby silkworms playing around in the spacious courtyard. Some were practicing bows and arrows, and some were holding teapots in pain. drink.
There was only one particularly mature Shensi, with his wings gently flapping behind his back, holding a paintbrush, and painting in a corner of the yard.
A beautiful woman next to her was giving instructions on paint, crushing flowers and fruits from the underworld, and exchanging ideas with the divine silkworm painter.
Ouyang Chun sat at a large square bluestone table. The tabletop was carved with thousands of traces, and more than a hundred glass beads rolled in the traces, scattered and scattered, and there was something in the chaos. sequence.
Fan Zhongyan had met Ouyang Chun once before, so he recognized them.
The person sitting opposite Ouyang Chun is obviously Su Hanshan.
Fan Zhongyan looked at the figure with his back to him. He looked like he was only seven or eight years old.
But when he was sitting there, leaning slightly on the back of the Xuan Bing chair, there were always traces of demonic energy gathering and steaming in the surrounding air, making people feel his presence invisibly. A hundred times taller than reality.
When he turned his face, Fan Zhongyan felt even more nervous.
In that moment, Fan Zhongyan seemed to see the faces of demon kings passing by in turn on Su Hanshan's face.
Each face has a profound demonic nature, some are green with fangs, some are with red eyes and white hair, or some are smiling with yellow eyes, which makes people shudder.
However, because the rotation was too fast, these terrifying demon kings had no chance to stand out individually.
It can only be like an ordinary light and shadow mask. After circulating in the air, it becomes invisible and silent.
"Huh?"
Su Hanshan chuckled, "Scholar Fan actually sensed the deeper signs of my practice. I had only heard of the reputation of the bachelor in other aspects before, but now it seems , the bachelor also has extraordinary attainments in the path of spiritual practice.”
“Please sit down!”
There were several Xuanbing chairs placed beside the table, so Fan Zhongyan did not refuse, went over to sit down, and placed the gift on the corner of the stone table.
“It’s just a side story. If we just talk about cultivation, I am old and frail, and I will probably only stay in the third realm for the rest of my life. I don’t deserve Mr. Su’s praise.”
Fan Zhongyan When he was in his prime, he had already taken over the Pure Land of Wenqu. It would be a good thing if he could continue to be the master of Wenqu until he died of old age, so that man and the Pure Land could complement each other.
However, when he was seriously injured by Grandma Styx, the Pure Land became a burden to him. If he was not separated, his injuries would be difficult to cure, and the Pure Land would probably collapse. Therefore, the Pure Land was turned to Bao Zheng for support and maintenance.
Practitioners who have inherited the Pure Land of their predecessors will already have an old shadow on their own cultivation path, and they will unconsciously follow that path.
If you lose that pure land and your own thoughts have been disturbed, it will be difficult to condense your own pure land.
Fan Zhongyan laughed at himself that he might be trapped in the third realm for the rest of his life, but he was not simply being modest.
Ouyang Chun said: "When I met an old bachelor by chance and listened to the old bachelor talk about spiritual practice, I thought that since the human heart has the power to carry humanistic written stories, it also has power, so I decided to compile a set of biographies of recent people. Over the past three hundred years, the deeds of good and evil warriors, swordsmen and demons, and famous generals and ministers in the world.”
"In my opinion, the old bachelor's book repairing method is no less than a novel skill. I wonder what the results will be?"
Fan Zhongyan stroked his beard and chuckled: "Book repairing is a big project. Feeling that the research materials were insufficient, I went out for a walk this time and went with Bao Zheng. By chance, I came to Jianghuai.”
He turned to look at Su Hanshan, "Mr. Su's origins are unpredictable. He borrowed corpses to bring back souls, and killed princes and generals. His behavior seemed eccentric, but all he killed were evil thieves. I also wanted to include it in the book, so I came to visit."
“Hearing is worse than seeing. Seeing a person’s ordinary life with your own eyes may give you a better understanding of his character and temperament.”
Su Hanshan popped up a word with his fingers. He picked up a round ball and said with a smile: "My normal life is to practice martial arts, find people to practice martial arts with, study food and drink, find people to eat and drink with me, occasionally gather with relatives and friends, play and read books, that's all."
That's it. A glass bead fell on the table and immediately ran along the track. When it encountered other beads, some accelerated and went straight, some turned on the side road, and some decelerated after bouncing.
On the whole big table, the sound of all the beads rolling has changed.
Fan Zhongyan took a closer look and saw that the tracks drawn on this big table seemed to symbolize the meridians of the human body.
But it seems to be the appearance of the meridians of the human body after being disassembled and flattened, so it is very different from the three-dimensional meridians.
If you trace the origin, you will find that the trajectory of those beads is like two groups of people running the exercises.
Both hands and feet are immobile, and they only compete based on their skills. If one party is inferior, the ball will be smashed, collapsed out of the game, or the trajectory will be damaged.
On the other side, Ouyang Chun also popped out a ball. There was a soft tinkling sound, and the situation changed again.
After all, Fan Zhongyan was cultivating the path of Pure Land Immortal, and his understanding of the operation of human meridians was not very deep.
But even if he simply watched these beads collide and compete, he could still feel the joy of competition, and he gradually became fascinated by it.
I don’t know how long it took before he woke up and asked curiously: "So, you are just looking for someone to practice martial arts with you today?"
"Not really, this is just a game."
Su Hanshan smiled.
Of course, the more people you have, the more fun it is to find people to practice martial arts with. Thousands of people can only be considered a beginning. What kind of fun would it be if it was just limited to such a yard?
It’s just that he doesn’t understand deeply enough about the phenomena of this world where everything is born and accompanied by invisible demons.
So recently, he is still practicing martial arts on his own, and it is not time to verify and modify different systems and spread the word about them.
Ouyang Chun and Princess Flower God know much more than Heitutuo and others. After Su Hanshan communicated with the couple, he benefited a lot. He conducted impactful tests on all new gains according to his usual style, using the golden elixir as the pivot, constantly monitoring and scrutinizing, and sorting out the results.
When Fan Zhongyan first met, he saw those demon faces on Su Hanshan changing back and forth, the demonic energy was steaming, and the back was wildly distorted. This was the reason.
Now Fan Zhongyan can't see, not because Su Hanshan stopped practicing, but because Fan Zhongyan himself has restrained his perception.
If Fan Zhongyan had looked twice, he would have easily seen the scene of those devil masks floating around Su Hanshan.
Not to mention, if you are used to it, looking at those devil masks, colliding and devouring each other, breaking and disintegrating, seems to have a common interest with the games on the table.
It’s just more violent, more intense, and requires more careful planning.
"Although martial arts practice is based on seducing and destroying demons as its fundamental purpose, it seems too dangerous for people like you who suck whales into the sea, gather demons into forms, and fight wildly without a trace of compromise, probing and luring each other."
Fan Zhongyan couldn't help but ask, "Five sects, thirteen sects and eighty-one sects, Taoism, Buddhism, Confucianism, soldiers, laymen, demons, etc., I don’t know what kind of practice this is?”
Su Hanshan said: “This is the authentic Taoist Xuan Kung, the best way to maintain health and extend life. ”
Although the Xuanyin Scripture itself is on the side of Dachu, it is almost evil.
Although Su Hanshan also stuffed the systems of various worlds into it and forcibly modified it himself, from the branches of the "Ten Thousand People Reclamation Order", the new flower "Xuanyin Demon King Smashing Method" grew. .
But after all, his body technique is based on pure yang. Just talking about pure yang technique, it is always the authentic Taoist health preservation method.
According to his perception, his true form may be arriving soon in the past two or three days.
After completing the method of crushing the Xuanyin Demon King, when the time comes, if the real body arrives, you can directly cultivate the essence of demon-conquering martial arts, that will be refreshing.
Fan Zhongyan laughed and turned to talk about Taihu Lake.
Su Hanshan did not answer. He held a glass bead in his hand and turned to look outside the courtyard, thoughtfully.
On the top of the mountain more than ten miles away, the reclining Buddha Kunlun monk suddenly stopped.
The people following him had to stop.
Guo DaDa asked: "Master, what's wrong?"
Kunlun Monk looked at the courtyard in the distance and said: "Does the cripple you are tracing live here?"
Guo Changda affirmed: "It's not wrong. In the two years he has been in Jianghuai, he has lived in several places for a long time. Didn't we just take Master to visit them?"
"I just want to walk through it all, and use the impressions in the hearts of the villagers and his remaining breath as a guide. It should be this way."
The smile on the big round face of the reclining Buddha Kunlun monk is still there, except for his eyes He squinted a little more and spoke softly.
"Just now, someone sensed our presence in the direction of that courtyard."
Guo DaDa was shocked when he heard this: "I didn't notice it at all! After being so far apart, we all converged again. The breath is still being sensed. Could that person be an immortal who has survived the two disasters of water and fire? "
"Probably not. His practice method is mysterious, and there is something else in that courtyard. Mystery.”
Kunlun Monk, the Reclining Buddha, replied, twirling his rosary beads in his hand and chanting words in his mouth. The scriptures he recited were indistinguishable, like the buzzing of mosquitoes.
The entire mountain top, including the plains at the foot of the mountain, had strange movements because of his scriptures.
The snakes, rats and ants hidden in the caves in the woods crawled out of their nests, and the earthworms and bugs under the ground also moved towards the surface one after another. Even the cicadas that should not appear in this season were Climbed out.
All the insects with wings fluttered and flew up, hovering at low altitude. At first glance, it seemed that there were long and swaying lines of smoke rising from all over the mountain.
But in the flat land at the foot of the mountain, in the entire courtyard, within a radius of ten miles, there was no sign of any insects crawling out or flying insects dancing in groups.
The wind and waves were calm, but the grass remained the same.
When the Kunlun Monk of the Reclining Buddha chants the mantra, the tiny souls and spirits of all snakes, insects, rats, and ants are unified, and the people following him are also blessed, and their minds are harmonious, extending out together.
The grassland looked normal, but it turned out that under the shallow turf soil, there were already hollow veins of green-blue black ice.
The thick veins can allow a buffalo to pass, the medium ones are about the thickness of a human leg, and the thin ones are as thin as a hair.
But no matter how thick or thin, patterns like dragon scales are formed on the surface of all veins. When the thick mist of vitality circulates in the veins of the pipes, those dragon scale patterns are like real scales, undulating slightly. .
Su Hanshan's formation skills are not very high, but he chose this place to live, so he naturally had the idea of running a lair.
Don’t rely on formations, just rely on palm skills.
When he was building the courtyard here, he spent two whole hours using the Three Methods of Canglong Palm to transform all the underground soil and rocks for ten miles around, reaching a depth of twenty feet underground.
While living here, he silently exercised his skills and refined the techniques, and the underground structure became natural and inspired and maintained.
With the support of the entire underground veins, his perception is far wider than usual.
Moreover, as long as he stood within the scope of this land, even if ten Xuantai peaks came to cooperate and kill them, Su Hanshan was sure to repel them in one fell swoop and take the opportunity to escape.
If fewer people come, it will not be as simple as just repelling them.
I just didn't expect that the Kunlun Monk of the Reclining Buddha was so alert that he could capture the slight electromagnetic wave that was slightly dispersed after using the resonance of the black ice.
So we stopped early and did not enter the danger zone.
“This great monk has such profound mantra skills.”
Su Hanshan murmured and grabbed it casually. The light and shadow in the air were distorted, condensing the images of the reclining Buddha Kunlun Monk, Guo DaDa and others.
“Do you know these people?”
Unexpectedly, as soon as these words came out, the expressions of the four people in the room, except for himself, changed.
Ouyang Chun and his wife looked at each other and sighed: "We are still chasing you!"
When Zhihua saw Guo DaDa, his heart skipped a beat: "We are here."
Fan Zhongyan said in surprise: "Isn't this the acting headmaster of Kunlun and the headmaster of Lotus?"
The voices of several people overlapped and they suddenly stopped talking while looking at each other.
On the hillside, the reclining Buddha Kunlun monk also felt something, and his little eyes suddenly opened.
“Princess Flower God!!”
(End of this chapter)