Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

Ye Shaoyang recognized that he was the child he saw next to Fuming in the daytime. He should also be a disciple of Maoshan. He walked curiously. The boy did not seem to find him. He still looked at the stream and was very obsessed.

Ye Shaoyang looked at it for a long time and was really curious. So he coughed and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Look at the water." The boy did not lift his head.

"I know, ask you what to do with water."

"I am in the realm."

"Gees?" Ye Shaoyang does not understand.

The boy raised his head, as if he suddenly found Ye Shaoyang, frowned and stared at him and said, "Who are you?"

Hey... I talked to myself a few words before I thought about who I am, this child, but it’s really enough.

Without waiting for Ye Shaoyang to open, the boy recognized him and said, "Oh, you are the one you have seen during the day."

Ye Shaoyang squatted in front of him across the creek and said, "What is the object?"

"I have never heard of it," I have never heard of it?"

"Amount... I seem to have heard this word." Ye Shaoyang is a bit embarrassed. He has only heard of this word. It seems to be an ancient thing related to Confucianism. He really doesn't know what he is.

"Traditional knowledge is a law that Zhu Shengren summed up from Confucian classics to understand everything.... This is far from being said, but in the magical world, it is a method of internal repair, similar to meditation, but meditation. It is the meditation that perceives the world around the world, and the knowledge is known, but it is the change of everything from one thing to the realization of the Tao..." The boy answered very honestly.

Ye Shaoyang looked at the little boy's serious look. He felt very funny. He reached out and touched his head and said, "How can I not know that there is something to know about this cultivation method?"

"Because, I have already lost it. I saw it from an ancient book. I didn't say anything about it in the book. I can only ponder it myself..."

"Which is it?"

"Just stare at it."

"Gone?"

"Gone."

Ye Shaoyang's mouth twitched a few times, which is the special way to practice the method!

The little boy said: "It is not so easy to think about it. Only the things that are full of vitality have the necessity of 'ge'. This stream is in a hurry and the private road is in it, so I am here."

Ye Shaoyang followed him to the stream, but he did not see where it was. He smiled and said: "Your Master does not object to you doing this?"

"My talent is dull, how can I not catch up with others, and I have no interest in those minds. I think that since the ancients recorded this practice, they must not be fake, and I can feel the existence of the Tao. Prove that I am suitable for this practice."

Ye Shaoyang didn't know what to say. In his opinion, this practice of potholes was a waste of time, consuming life, and shook his head helplessly: "How long have you been doing this?"

"It’s been two or three years."

Two or three years... Ye Shaoyang is speechless. "So what are you doing?"

"I have a world of avenues, but... I can't sum up the summaries, I don't understand the principle of the Tao... I told them to listen, they didn't believe it, even my master, I only allowed me to take two hours every day... ...but, I really have some avenues, but I can't say it in words, because the road is very good."

Ye Shaoyang’s heart moved and looked at the boy’s tender face. He also understood why he had to say so much to himself... Usually no one listened to him. On the contrary, like his behavior, you can imagine It must be ridiculed and very unwilling to see. He can't find anyone to talk to.

"You, do you think I am wasting my time?"

Ye Shaoyang patted his shoulder and said: "If you really feel the existence of the avenue from this knowledge, you insist on doing it and what others do."

The little boy’s eyes lit up and said: “So, do you support me to do this?”

Ye Shaoyang nodded. "My Master told me that anyone has his own way. As long as he does not harm society or harm others, then no one is qualified to refer you to the West. It is good to stick to yourself."

The little boy chewed his words, his face showed a moving look, and said happily: "Thank you, your master is right!"

"You go on." Ye Shaoyang stood up and said goodbye to him. The little boy sat down on the knees and began to know things.

Ye Shaoyang smiled and turned to leave. He suddenly remembered something and said, "Yes, you are a disciple outside Maoshan?"

"I am an inner disciple." The little boy did not lift his head.

Inner door?

Ye Shaoyang frowned and asked: "Your master is Fu Mingzi?"

Seeing the little boy nod, Ye Shaoyang is more confused in his heart. He never heard from his master what brothers and brothers have said?

"what's your name?"

"My customary family name is Jiang, and the Taoist name is Qingyunzi."

Qingyunzi! ! ! !

Ye Shaoyang seems to have been thundered, and he trembled and fell to the ground.

The little boy heard the movement, looked up and looked at him strangely. He said, "What happened to you?"

Ye Shaoyang looked at him stupidly, suddenly woke up to God, and refused to let his body get wet. He climbed directly from the stream, grabbed the boy's hand and lost his voice: "No, you really are... ... Qingyunzi?"

"This... of course I am, why should I lie to you!" The little boy was puzzled. "This big brother, you... why are you wading through, you are coming up."

Ye Shaoyang climbed to the shore, sat beside him, and looked at him with a sorrow.

Qingyunzi... His own master, at this time in 1922, was born. It looks like he is ten years old... He died in his heart. According to this calculation, his master, in his own time, is indeed I was in my early teens. I used to think that he was bragging. I didn't expect... He really was a hundred years old.

Master...

Ye Shaoyang looked at the little boy in front of him and carefully looked at his facial features, not to mention... it was a bit like his master.

"Qingyunzi..." Ye Shaoyang suddenly thought of Master's experience: the first half of his life was unknown, his qualifications were dull. At the age of forty, he was watching the fish turtles in the water pool and rushing to eat. He suddenly realized the world and realized the world. The strength has advanced by leaps and bounds. Although it has always been cynical and does not love the mountains and dews, his true strength is definitely the best in the world. It is a testimony to the fire of the world.

All of this is so consistent. It turns out that Master relies on the knowledge of things... and this is the age of forty. He can face the doubts of others and doubts about himself. He insists on being forty years old. Dachao realizes that no one can understand the bitterness and loneliness of this, and almost no one can persist.

(I wish you a happy National Day, a wave of red envelopes will be sent to the group at 11:30 tonight. Everyone will pay attention to it. If you miss it, you will wait for the Mid-Autumn Festival and you will have a wave~)