Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"Master, have everything been safe?"

Zhenren Liu is already seventy-three years old this year, but she is very energetic and has a bright light in her eyes, without a trace of old age.

Master Liu stroked his beard and said with a smile:

"Haha, the four of us masters eat well and sleep well, but you have your name everywhere!"

Wang Xuebin shook his head and said with a smile:

"I don't know if it's a good name or a bad name circulating here!"

This place is located at the junction of the Jin and Song dynasties, and the people's sentiments are the most complicated. Some people are interested in the Jin Kingdom, some are interested in the Song Dynasty, and more people have no concept of family and country, and they will look to whoever let them live a good life.

Unfortunately, in this regard, both countries are equally close.

Bandits are like combs, soldiers are like combs, and officials are like shavings. This is like this in this era, and here is no exception.

"There are good and evil, do you care?"

Wang Xuebin shrugged and said calmly:

"If you don't care, you can't be a good person, but you can't get any bad!"

When Master Liu heard Wang Xuebin's words, he smiled.

"Are you here to discuss swordsmanship for Huashan?"

Wang Xuebin nodded. This matter had spread everywhere. It was not that Liu Zhenren and the others did not not contact the outside world, so they naturally knew it.

"The crowds at the foot of the mountain are noisy, which may disturb the purity of the masters. It is better for the master to leave the mountain for the time being and return to this place after the sword contest!"

Master Liu turned his head and looked at the palace of Yuntai Temple, and said with a pretentious expression:

"Ah! This place was left by the ancestors, how could I abandon my ancestors' foundation and ignore them?"

Wang Xuebin didn't pay attention to the master's tone and said comfortingly:

"Master, don't worry, the disciple has achieved success and has disciples in charge, so there will be no damage here!"

"How can Guanlan be here alone? The old Taoist has already entered the innate world. I, Yu Guanlan, will take charge together, and see if that little man dares to come and offend!"

The person who spoke was Zhao Zhenren. He and Liu Zhenren were both innate realms. The two Lu Zhenren had difficulties in their hearts, but they were also the peak realm of acquired realms.

This is already amazing. As far as he knows, the highest level of the masters in the world today is the acquired realm.

Even the leader of the Ming Cult did not break into the innate world, but only hovered in the acquired realm.

"Second Master, if you don't know the art of killing, don't cause trouble. I'm the only one here!"

Zhao Zhenren has a very profound realm and has already achieved success in the innate world, but he does not know the art of killing and if he really wants to start, even Huang Yaoshi may not have been able to fight.

Zhao Zhenren said indifferently:

"What's the difficulty? Just practice it once, and you won't be going to fight right away!"

Wang Xuebin looked amused and crying. He couldn't just learn the battle of killing and fighting. He believed that his master could learn it, but the conditioned reflexes in his body could not be practiced in a short time.

"Second Master, this matter does not work. Fighting requires training. It is useless to learn it alone!"

Zhenren Liu, who was standing beside him, also quickly stopped him:

"Don't cause trouble for Guanlan, you go down the mountain too. We are old and can't hold the young people back!"

Zhenren Zhao still looked reluctant and muttered.

"Isn't it just martial arts? What's the difficulty? It's a big fuss about scratching hands and feet..."

Master Liu ignored him and took out a folding fan from the cuff. The fan bones were made of lightning, and the fan surface was made of silk, with four big words "Qingxu Chushi" written on it.

There is a jade Wuji picture hanging on the fan nail, which looks very simple and heavy.

Master Liu looked at Wang Xuebin with a fan and said:

"You need to be famous for your master in this trip. This is the token of the head and the belonging of the ancestor. You can accept it!"

Wang Xuebin frowned and clasped his fists and said:

"Master, disciples cannot be accepted!"

Master Liu forced him to say:

"The old Taoist has never accepted disciples in his life. You are my only disciple. Who else can you do with this position in the head?"

Wang Xuebin hurriedly said:

"Master, my disciple is not a Taoist sect!"

Master Liu smiled and said:

"I, Fuyao's lineage, have no rules and say that you must be a Taoist priest to be the head. Just take it to you!"

Wang Xuebin looked at the folding fan in his hand and hesitated a little. Zhenren Liu looked at him and said:

"Don't worry, I have no other successors as a teacher. I can't let the ancestor's lineage be cut off from its inheritance!

By the way, since you have become the head of the sect, the Fuyao lineage will be handed over to you. How to deal with it will be determined by you!"

Wang Xuebin frowned, and didn't know what he thought of, nodded, held the token in both hands, bowed and bowed:

"The disciples will definitely not insult the reputation of Fuyao's lineage!"

Zhenren Zhao sneered:

"Where is our Fuyao family who has any reputation?"

When Master Liu heard this, he didn't care. When he saw Wang Xuebin taking the token, a relaxed smile appeared on his face.

"Haha, I'll leave the Fuyao lineage to you. I'm just taking the opportunity to go down the mountain and travel!"

As Master Liu said, he hurried back to the house to clean up and left with the other three real people.

Wang Xuebin looked at them leaving and always felt that it was designed by Zhenren Liu, and he felt like he was being plotted.

At the foot of the mountain, four old Taoists were leaping along the mountain road, and Zhenren Zhao asked:

"Senior brother, didn't Master say that the preaching matter was handed over to Wang Chongyang's Quanzhen lineage? Why now..."

Master Liu stroked his beard and laughed:

"The day before yesterday, I dreamed of Master Wen Shi again. The ancestor said that my Fuyao lineage had a great success. Guanlan was originally the strange person mentioned by Master Wen Shi. Today, I also took the opportunity to hand over the position of Master Wen Shi to him, so as not to cut off the Fuyao lineage in our hands!"

Zhenren Zhao looked back at Yuntai Temple and hesitated.

"Senior brother, what kind of person do you think Guanlan is? Could it be that some Taoist master reincarnation? You said that if I go back now, can Guanlan give me a few words in front of Zhenren Wen Shi in the future and give me a god?"

......

Wang Xuebin looked at the folding fan in his hand and sighed.

"Oh~ I'll take another job!"

After saying that, he turned around and took a cloud bed, placed it in the center of the courtyard, sat upwards, and started the observing chapter. This time, what he was thinking about was no longer the Tai Chi diagram, but the Wu Ji diagram hanging on the fan.

As soon as I practiced the exercise, I suddenly felt that the true qi seemed to have come alive, full of spirituality, like an arm instructing me.

This Wuji Picture is the core secret book of the Fuyao lineage. It is not passed on to words, but is passed on by word of mouth. Wang Xuebin heard from Zhenren Zhao. This is his first time practicing, and the effect is indeed extraordinary.

Originally, I could only beat three Huang Yaoshi, but now I can beat six!

In the courtyard, Wang Xuebin was still sitting on the cloud bed to exercise his skills, but there were two slumped men in the back mountain. They wanted to occupy the Taoist temple and planned to be the destination. Unfortunately, they met Wang Xuebin.

There have been quite a few people in the past two days, but most of them left after hearing Wang Guanlan's name. Some people who don't know his name can leave sensible even if he beats him.

Until I met two fools, who were simple-minded and stubborn, and insisted on forcing Yuntaiguan as the end point, but I was beaten and didn't repent.

Helpless Wang Xuebin could only abolish their martial arts and clicked the acupoint and threw it aside.

He didn't think that the big man was cute in his appearance, and he was not a little girl, so why did he look cute?

No matter whether you are real or fake, you will lose your martial arts.

Now the foot of the mountain is full of people, including countless people from the Song Dynasty, the Jin Dynasty, the Dali, and the Western Regions, and the forces of all parties are mixed together to form a subtle balance.

No one took action in advance for the time being, and the atmosphere was suppressed, waiting for the moment when the gunpowder exploded.

When the Nine Yin Scriptures appear, it is time to break the balance.

Once the balance is broken, the situation will develop in an unpredictable direction.