Chapter 193 Chapter 193 is finalized
"Next."
In Kanwen Hall.
The Taoist priests who came to verify the cultivation of Wengong stood in a long line, waiting one after another for the mage inside to verify Wengong.
This is a special place for all Taoists to check the progress of their literary skills.
Literature skills are notoriously difficult to check. So I can only find Gao Xiu.
"Speaking of it. How will this literary skill be checked? Do you have to feel the bones, look at the eyes, etc.?"
Zhang Rongfang looked at the slowly moving team ahead and asked in doubt.
He was still learning alchemy, when he was suddenly pulled over, and everyone checked his literary skills together.
Not only him, but also Chuixi was pulled over.
"The last time I checked, I just stretched out my hand to touch you, then watched your reaction, and asked some questions at the same time. The check was quite fast, and the questions changed depending on the strength and position of his touch." Chui Xi replied.
She glanced at Zhang Rongfang.
"Actually, as long as we are not top geniuses, we can just improve our literary skills. There is a saying: if you don't get the golden core, you are all ants!"
Her last sentence seemed to be imitating someone's tone, her chin was raised, she looked contemptuous, and waved her small hand.
"Hehe, you see it very openly." Zhang Rongfang said with a smile, "Isn't it very popular after repairing literary skills? It can also prolong life and strengthen body."
"That's right, but it's too time-consuming. We don't have talent, what we need is not life extension, but enjoyment.
After all, in this world, it is not only age that can harm people, but also bad people. Without martial arts, everything is useless. "
Since the last time he almost fell disabled, Chuixi seems to have changed his attitude towards martial arts.
Recently, I started to study hard and practice hard every day. Under the Taoist robe, I also put on a tight short jacket that is convenient for martial arts.
"After I went back last time, I went to my father to start studying hard and practicing the martial arts and talismans taught by me. I strive to become a martial arts master in the future!" Chuixi waved his fist and said fiercely.
"Then you work hard." Zhang Rongfang encouraged.
"Don't worry, when I become a ninth-rank master in the future, I will definitely take you with me!" Chuixi laughed.
She has only started to exercise her body now, and at this age, everyone knows that it is too late to practice martial arts, and it is not bad to be able to enter the second and third ranks before the age of thirty.
is to keep fit.
At this moment, a veteran walks up to the right side of the front queue.
"Listen up, everyone, in order to speed up, the higher-ups have assigned Gao Xiu to be in charge of verification.
Now, if you have your name, please come out and check individually. "
Many Taoists in the long line looked at him.
The old man seemed to be used to being watched by a large number of people, and he didn't care. He picked up the list in his hand and read it one by one.
"Zhang Wenjun."
"Mo Xiangdong."
"Huang Ke."
"Tang Li."
"Shangguan Jinger."
"Zhang Ying."
"Li Cunyi."
Hearing his name suddenly, Zhang Rongfang waved his hand at Chuixi, stepped out, and left slowly with a servant who was specially leading the way.
The old Taoist continued to call out, and the Taoists who were called out were all led away by special Taoist servants.
The direction to go seems to be different.
The people in the team didn't care too much when they saw this.
This is very similar to the different high-level masters in the palace, each assigned several people to check.
There have been similar arrangements before, so no one cares.
Seeing that no one responded inappropriately, Zhang Rongfang followed the servant with peace of mind, walked through the alleys surrounded by high walls, and soon came to a small building between two temples.
The small building has five floors, and the inside is dark and quiet. Only the third floor protrudes from a semicircular terrace.
Sitting cross-legged on the terrace was a kind-faced, white and fat old man with a big belly.
The old man's hair is sparse, only three or two hanging on his forehead, with a banana fan in his hand, he fanned himself slowly.
The Taoist who led the way brought Zhang Rongfang to the door of the small building, pointed to the balcony, turned and left without saying a word.
Zhang Rongfang understood what he meant, which meant that Gao Xiu, the inspector, was on top.
He didn't hesitate, and walked in along the entrance.
The light in the small building is dim, and black and white portraits are hung everywhere on the three walls.
Under this kind of light, these black and white portraits give him the feeling that they are somewhat like .
Zhang Rongfang shook his head inwardly, but it is impossible to have cameras in this era, so black and white portraits should have no meaning in this regard.
He walked all the way, looking at these portraits all the way. It was found that all these paintings were of one person.
A long-haired woman dressed in black with a cold and charming face.
The woman's eyes are very cold, as if looking at everyone is like a sharp sword of ice.
But her facial features have an indescribable charm, charming and cold, two extremely contradictory temperaments, like Yin and Yang poles in her body, slowly changing.
This strange feeling made Zhang Rongfang feel in a trance that these portraits are all like three-dimensional photos.
He walked all the way up to the second floor.
The second floor hangs the appearance of this woman wearing a court dress. It seems that the woman is a little younger than the one on the first floor, and her temperament is also softer.
Court dresses of various styles and colors, wearing various fur hats, wearing cloud shoulders, some holding weapons in their hands, and some holding small animals.
Next is the third floor.
The third floor is full of women wearing girlish buns, wearing skirts and trousers, and going out on horseback.
At this time, the woman's brows and eyes are obviously softer, but she has a slightly cold temperament.
But with those eyes, it can be seen that she is still very clear and immature.
"Does it look good?"
Suddenly, an old man's voice came from Zhang Rongfang's ear.
He trembled covertly, and quickly turned his head to look behind him.
At some point, a figure stood behind him.
The figure is about 1.8 meters tall, slightly shorter than him, but white and fat, with a big belly and a rich face.
It's the old Taoist who was on the balcony just now.
"Yes, it's very beautiful." Zhang Rongfang said against his will.
In fact, he thinks that woman has a good temperament, but her appearance can only be considered good-looking, not so beautiful.
Of course, looking at the old man's expression, he knew at a glance that he was licking a dog, so naturally he couldn't say slap in the face.
"It's good to be beautiful. That's the friend of the old man when he was young." The old man sighed.
"Well, I'm getting older, and now I always like to see things and think about people. So drawing a few pictures casually can be regarded as a way to pass the time."
“.” To pass the time, which old man would draw paintings covering three floors? ? Still drawing a person?
Zhang Rongfang was speechless.
He went upstairs and saw at least hundreds of paintings
Each piece is obviously carefully drawn and colored.
"Come and sit." The old Taoist glanced at Zhang Rongfang, turned around and walked to the terrace, and sat cross-legged on a gray futon.
Zhang Rongfang followed suit. Sit down on another futon.
A wool felt is placed between the two, and there are two things on the felt.
A silver hammer, a crystal tube filled with amber crystal liquid.
"Master, how do you check your literary skills?" Zhang Rongfang asked softly.
"This is simple." The old man smiled.
"Speaking of which, I haven't chatted with young people for a long time. Don't worry, let's chat."
He flipped his hand, and grabbed out a jug of wine and two glasses from nowhere.
Pour a glass for each of them.
Pale red wine, reflecting intoxicating luster in the sun.
"Have a drink?" The old man picked up the drink and took a sip.
Zhang Rongfang couldn't refuse. He picked up the wine glass, smelled it, and then lightly touched his lips to make sure it wasn't poisonous, so he took a sip.
The taste is sweet and sweet, as if a grape was really eaten in the mouth, and there seem to be many other fragrances hidden in it.
"How is it?" The old man looked at him expectantly, as if waiting for his comment.
"It's very sweet." Zhang Rongfang replied, "But after the aftertaste, it's a bit bitter. But it's still very fragrant."
"Yes. I put sugar." The old man smiled. "Otherwise the sweetness will be very weak."
Zhang Rongfang always felt that these words meant something and told a story.
Putting down the wine glass, the old man looked up at him.
"You should know how to check, right? I need to ask you some questions."
"Excuse me, Mage." Zhang Rong said seriously.
"You have learned martial arts, do you still remember your former teacher?" the old Taoist asked.
"Remember, my martial arts teacher was an unknown veteran in Tanyang." Zhang Rongfang replied.
He is Zhang Ying now, so naturally he can't say Qinghe Gong. But except for the name, the rest can be just as Xiao Rong said at the time.
"What do you think of your teacher?"
"Stubborn, unreasonable. Just an ordinary martial artist." Zhang Rongfang carefully recalled the former Xiao Rong.
"But generally speaking, there is nothing wrong with him. He has done everything a teacher should have."
He didn't blame Xiao Rong for what happened back then.
Many times, you can't pin your hopes on others' enlightenment and understanding.
Either give up and separate, or change with bare hands.
"Yes. In this world, it is always difficult to expect others to understand you." The old man also sighed.
"Then why did you consider learning literary skills?" He continued to ask.
"Martial arts protect one's body and literary skills can lead to longevity. I don't know what others think. I just want to live longer." Zhang Rongfang answered seriously.
"Are you alone? What about the people around you?"
"If martial arts can be higher, more people can be protected.
If the literary skills can be stronger, you can live longer and see more. This will naturally protect those around you. "
Zhang Rongfang replied.
"It's like a big tree. If I have a canopy, why should I be afraid of the wind and the sun?"
"Okay!" The old man slapped his knees and smiled. "Your boy suits my taste."
"At my age, people in the world remember the past a lot, but I only look at the future. It's just that the future is dim and there is no light. If you encountered such a situation face to face, what would you do?"
"If you can't see the light and want to illuminate it, then light the torch yourself." Zhang Rongfang didn't even want to answer.
"What if you can't find fire and fuel?"
Zhang Rongfang narrowed his eyes and fell silent for a while.
"Then lie dormant and wait for dawn."
"What if it takes too long?"
"Let's get used to the darkness first!"
The old Taoist stared at the young man in front of him, and paused for a while.
After waiting for a short while, he said slowly again.
"What if you can't support those around you, can't protect them because of the dark sky?"
Heaven, represents absolutely irresistible reversed things.
It was dark
Zhang Rongfang has already thought about it.
His eyes flickered sharply, and he picked up the wine glass.
‘Then let’s see, why is the sky the sky? '
He didn't say this sentence. Just silence.
Drank the drink in his hand.
He knew some things in his heart, but he couldn't say them out.
The old man didn't ask again. I just poured another glass of wine and sipped it slowly.
But judging from the other party's answers, emotions, and reactions, he has actually gotten the answer he wanted.
He felt that the person in front of him really didn't look like a young man.
The answer just now does not have the vigor of a young man.
"Okay, next, is the stress check. When I check, you need to be honest about how you react. This is true.
If you conceal it deliberately and recite the stress response of Gaoxiu, I can also check it out. "
Veteran and serious.
"Yes." Zhang Rongfang bowed his head and said yes.
He also had some expectations, wondering if the person in front of him could test his true literary skills.
"Hand out."
Suddenly, the old man let out a low shout.
Zhang Rongfang stretched out his left hand, palm up. The vein gate was immediately pinched by the old Taoist.
The two were silent for a while.
The old Taoist gradually frowned.
Pinch the pulse and feel it carefully, but the pulse is completely different from what he expected.
"Sit still and don't move!" He got up and walked behind Zhang Rongfang, his hands rained on the plantain in an instant, and he quickly connected points on his back, shoulders and neck.
The click is very light.
While clicking, the veteran asked a few questions from time to time.
The time lasted for about five minutes, the old Taoist stopped, and his brows frowned even deeper.
"Open your mouth!" he said again.
Zhang Rongfang opened his mouth when he heard the words.
Then he saw the old man pick up the small hammer, and began to tap his teeth lightly.
After knocking the teeth in turn, the old man picked up the small crystal tube again.
"Come on, squeeze a drop of blood for me."
He opened the tube and pointed the hole at Zhang Rongfang.
Zhang Rongfang looked at the old man. He reached out and bit it lightly in his mouth.
Then I stretched my index finger over, squeezed out a little blood, and dripped it into the tube.
Scarlet blood drops, sinking, condensing, and shrinking in the amber liquid.
Until the end, it sank to the bottom and condensed into a jelly-like object.
Old Dao put the lid on, picked up the tube and shook it, but the drop of blood still didn't move.
He shook it up and down vigorously, but the drop of blood remained motionless.
Sighing, the old man threw the pipe back into the felt.
Lifting his head, he stared at Zhang Rongfang.
"Your writing skills have been tested."
"The age is also measured"
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Dadu, Yunmenglou.
Yan Shuang carried a long sword on her back and walked lightly into the first floor in a black dress.
She swept her gaze, found the target among the crowd of diners, and quickly approached it.
Sitting on the bench with a clatter.
She threw a small bag of gold-threaded black-bottomed purse onto the table, her beautiful eyes fixed on the man opposite.
"Your share."
Her voice is crisp, decisive and unsparing, and she has a different tone from when she met Zhang Rongfang before.
"You succeeded?" The man looked decadent, carrying a long weapon wrapped in black cloth on his back, and his beard seemed to have not been trimmed for a long time.
"I'll do it myself, so there's no reason why I won't succeed." Yan Shuang laughed. "When are you ready to do it?"
"Wait for the notice." The man replied. "After all, Yunwu Villa is one of the three important places of the Eastern Sect. Now that the Golden Wing Building is incomplete, Yunwu Villa has definitely absorbed many masters of the Eastern Sect. It will be very difficult to fight."
(end of this chapter)
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