Chapter 23:

Cheng Qiang Yan Zhengming took the lead before attempting to escape the punishment by using shameless methods such as bribery and cheating.
Back in Qing'anju, he meticulously wrote the scriptures that the master punished him for copying, and it was written till midnight. Except Xue Qing came to ask him to eat, other times, Qian Qian was soaked in the study room-at this time, only Xue Qing could move. He, because Xue Qing once asked Cheng Qian to ignore him, Xue Qing was always hungry with him until the middle of the night, and since then, no matter how much he didn't want to be disturbed, Cheng Qian never ignored him again.
After writing in one breath, Cheng Qianpi Xing ran to Jinglou in dignity.
This was the first time he pushed the door of the Jinglou building with his own hand and walked in squarely, but Cheng Qiang wandered around the swordsmanship and gongfu spells that he used to visit for a while. The second floor underground.
He actually knows Yang Feng and Yin, but he doesn't like to deal with Master like this.
The penultimate layer is a bit stronger than the bottom layer, and it is also a place rarely visited by individuals. The scrolls here are stunned, and no one can flip them. Cheng Qian picked out a few volumes at will, and when I opened the front, they were all portraits, and the back was included. The life of this disciple-who is the last name, how to get started, how to be a person, because of what kind of way, what kind of way, how many years, how many years, "returned" in a certain year and month, and finally after the dust has settled , The verdict given by posterity.
There are also those who were missing halfway and expelled from the martial arts. These are different from each other. The follow-up is unknown.
Cheng Qian first began to watch for a while, but in the end it was too sleepy, and he fell asleep on the corner of the bookshelf unconsciously, until the book in his hand fell to the ground, he suddenly woke up, the whole person leaned back and slid from the bookshelf After that, he stumbled on the ground.
Although there was a spell to prevent moth and moisture in the Jinglou, it was still cold after a long absence, and Cheng Qian was shocked by the ice on the ground. At this time, he saw something under the bookshelf.
It was a small gap between the bottom of the bookshelf and the ground. It was necessary for a very thin child to stretch his arms in. Cheng Qiangui wrung up his sleeves, fumbled under the bookcase, and dragged the thing out.
That was actually a roll of portraits, and it was curious that it was only half a sheet. The middle of the drawing paper seemed to be cut by a sharp weapon. The man in the portrait had only the upper body left. He was wearing a used and old robe, but It never looks shabby. I don't know who the painter is. With few strokes, Fenghua Wushuang seems to have come through the paper.
But ... who is this senior?
Cheng Qian turned to the back of the portrait, but there was no word on the back.
Cheng Qian didn't understand painting very well, but from the perspective of a layman, he thought that the painting was very good, and it didn't seem to be a waste of painting ... But how could there be no word at all?
He was puzzled, but fortunately, Cheng Qian always had limited interest in the things he did n’t know, and soon stopped tangling. He packed up the half-roll paintings and went back upstairs to pick up a few books and take them home. .
The days passed fast. On the sixth day of June, Fuyao sent the teachers and students to the end of the day-to-day teaching, and set off vigorously down the mountain.
Of course, the "massive" scene was created by Master Yan Zhengming.
This person prepared several large carts, one of which pulled him, and the other pulled his luggage-that was necessary for survival in his own eyes, and in the eyes of others it was a pile of dispensable chickens and dogs. .
Except for him, everyone-including the only girl in the puddle-just carried a wooden sword and a small bag that could be carried on his back-Cheng Qian also brought two more books and hung them on On horseback.
In spite of this, Master Yan is still suffering. He hasn't been to Fuyao Mountain for seven years, and this style of food and lodging has almost killed him.
Master Yan did n’t think there was any problem with a man riding a car alone during the day, but he could n’t bear the wind and the sun. Well, it's too hot outside. "
Mu Chun said with emotion: "You son, you are really filial."
The young man is a year in the end. Although Yan Zhengming has become worse and worse, he does understand something better than before. For example, at this time, Master Yan who never looked at a man's face sharply heard what Master said. irony.
In the end, the master rejected his proposal, but just threw the puddle in the back basket into Yan Zhengming's car and asked her to use her dripping saliva to teach Master Yan. Turning his head, Mu Chun saw the Cheng again. Qian, Cheng Qian was affected by the backspell of the spell that day, but he did not slow down, his face was still pale.
Mu Chun said to him, "You also go to your brother's car and rest for a while, don't be stubborn, you can also read books in the car."
Yan Zhengming said: "Yes, little copper, you come and play with the little sister, my car is enough for both of you to roll inside."
Cheng Qian did not hesitate to reject him, at the same time there was no good word in his mouth: "Master is too humble, just your team, marry in the palace to be a maiden's pomp."
Yan Zhengming was so kind. He was always used as a donkey liver and lungs, and immediately lowered the curtain in anger, not wanting to see the little rabbit again.
Master Qian Qian remembered that Master said that he was enlightened with a sword, and most people who enlightened with a sword were determined-except for some strange people such as Yan Zhengming.
But he was different. Master said that he was enlightened by heart.
What is "Enlightenment by Heart"?
Cheng Qian spent the first few days in the Jinglou for a long time, but he couldn't figure out what the "heart" means. There are many opinions and genres in his family, but he has no clue what he sees, but all kinds of In various statements, a point was mentioned invariably, "the person who forges with the sword forges the body, and the person who enlightens with the heart for refining God."
"Refining God", that is, tempering his mind, concentration, patience, pain, perseverance, etc., are all included, and he can do whatever he wants when he reaches a certain level, but for Cheng Qian, who is getting started, he can find the most The basic method of divine refining is penance.
At this point, he seems to have taken this trip to the heat as one of the methods of penance.
After walking for three days, the master and apprentice arrived at the shore of the East China Sea.
There is a small town called Fulong Town on the coast of the East China Sea. When the weather is good, people stand on the harbour and can see the immortal overseas mountains. There are various shops selling fairy wares in the town. Regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, it has always been busy, and there are countless tourists every year.
But no year has been as lively as this year.
When Mu Chun real people arrived, almost all the inns in the town were overcrowded. Yan Zhengming proposed to send a Taoist boy to inquire about the most expensive one by the roadside. He was going to use gold to smash several rooms to the room.
The master pretended to be deaf and ignored his nagging idea.
The old weasel was light on the road, and they led them non-stop to the southernmost outskirts of Fulong Town, heading straight for a row of thatched houses.
It was a row of real thatched houses. In terms of appearance, its architectural style was similar to that of horse stables. A few chickens full of food were walking around the door. There was a stone pigsty beside it, a fat man. Wu Zheng curiously opened his eyes and looked at Master Yan's red makeup-like convoy.
Yan Zhengming pushed the door of the car, frowned and looked at the surrounding scenes, stretched his arms and pinched Cheng Qian: "What the is this place? The latrine?"
At this point, he had forgotten that Cheng Qian was overwhelmed by the potential, and it was obvious that Yan Zhengming was not so attached and revengeful, and it was probably his main business that he changed every day.
Cheng Qian glanced at him with a sympathy, and said, "I just saw Master's father come in and call the door-I'm afraid this is where we rest our feet at night."
Yan Zhengming: "..."
He would rather sleep in a carriage.
There is nothing more depressing than going out. It took a long time for me to feel my anger as a big brother. After sweeping around, I looked up aggressively and asked Li Yan: What about? "
Since Li Qian was stimulated by Cheng Qian, he refused to play with things anymore. He rode on horseback all the way. He also learned that Cheng Qian could not let go of it. He heard his words and raised his fingers without pointing up, and everyone followed him. Looking up, I saw a large wolfberry tree at the door of the thatched house, and a head that seemed to be dented by a punch was found between the leafy branches.
The Han Yuan Dinghua said with thorns to his fellow brothers with different expressions below: "Call me? Wait for me to pick red fruits for you. It grows a lot, sweet!"
This world treasure.
Yan Zhengming threw the door angrily and decided to die rather than get out.
In the end, however, he got off-because of the long journey, the little teacher and sister who still have difficulty communicating with others can't help but pee in his car.
For this reason, Yan Zhengming's complexion was blue until the second half of the night.
This large hut has a very self-knowledgeable name, which is called "Broken Inn".
Two lines of words were posted on the door of the broken inn. The left door frame reads "San Wen Yi Su", the right door frame reads "Can't Live", and the door is painted with a monster with a blue face and fangs. It's the same as fifty or eight thousand.
Master knocked on the door of Banzhuxiang time before the host's family appeared. I saw that it was a big man with a height of more than eight feet. His image was almost like a small iron hill-almost as wide as it was vertical!
He had to be angry, with a face like a copper basin, a thick lip, and the corners of his mouth hanging upside down.
As soon as this Jun went out, Li's horses were shocked. He walked backwards in a small broken step backwards, nearly hit his on Yan Zhengming's car, and a horse's face was full of horror. .
Master, however, hugged his fists with modesty and familiarity, and smiled, "Brother Wen Ya, I haven't seen you in a long time."
Both the apprentices and the Dao Tong felt that it would be difficult to look directly at the words "Wen" and "Ya" in the future.
When the "Iron Tower" opened the door, his face was impatient, and when he saw the real person of Mu Chun, his complexion was a little slower, and he muttered: "Xiao Chun, why are you here?"
Cheng Qian suddenly heard this scary title, the whole person flashed, almost planted from the horse's back, his body quickly slammed a layer of goose bumps.
"Come in," Wen Ya glanced at Master Yan's majestic convoy and frowned. "You are here as soon as you come. Why are you dragging your family around? Is this going to send off your relatives?"
Li Yan Cheng Qian and Han Yuan snickered together and looked at Yan Zhengming, Yan Zhengming took out his new sabre, grinned and sneered on Li Zhi's cowardly horse butt, Li Yi's horse Suddenly turned into a Pegasus, his front legs were raised high, and he jumped hysterically forward a few times, stirring the chickens in front of the broken inn to rise to the sun, even the fat pigs followed the humming.
Yan Zhengming stomped on the wind and walked into the most broken thatched house he had ever lived in. He was full of hope and sorrow. 2k novel reading network