Cheng Yanhua is a modern martial arts master, under the master of Dong Haichuan, Dong Haichuan is one of the ten masters of the late Qing Dynasty, the founder of the inner family gossip.

Gossip originated from the knife, Dong Haichuan traveled in Jiangnan, inspired by Taojia Dandao, combined with martial arts to organize, created the inner family gossip palm, is one of the three major domestic fists of the Tian Dynasty, and later developed by several apprentices, derived from six major genres, known as gossip, Cheng Yanhua is the grandfather of Chengpai gossip.

Legendary Cheng Yanhua's gossip palm has reached the highest level of practice, is the highest level of inner fist, known as the knife and gun can not enter, resist the pound, the uprising of the Boxer, the eight-nation coalition invading China, the Empress Dowager Cixi was scared to escape, gathered in Beijing, Cheng Yanhua temporarily avoided a disciple's home, did not be recruited, heard the Empress Dowager escaped from Beijing, only returned to home, but on the road, but on the road.He was killed in the shooting, after all.

A mysterious martial arts can not be exerted, this is the sadness of the martial arts world, but also the sadness of martial arts history, just entered the golden stage of the inner fist, but encountered modern weapons, so that the inner family boxing has derived three sets, the back is gone.

Without the process of Yanhua's predecessors in Beijing, how did the people of this Anyang County worship the master of Beijing?

Zhang Hao doubted in his heart, but did not care too much, the grandfather of that generation, has now been more than a hundred years, then it was the era of turmoil, aspirants are in the rivers and lakes, most of them practice a few hands of martial arts defense, those martial arts masters of the apprentices and grandchildren, are all over the north and south of the river.

"I'll cook you a bowl of ginger soup, dehydrate the wine, and be full of wine."

Song Jingyi said with concern, the pain Zhang Hao this guy, went to the kitchen.

Zhang Hao sat alone in a chair and wiped a little bit of wine, this sister Chen was really fierce, beating him with all the pain.

Wipe the wine medicine, Zhang Hao stood up, put a tai chi holding the shelf, close the eyes, concentrate, secretly, open the eyes, and fierce eyes, the heart is vigorous, the body is swollen, the muscles are bouncing, the horns are bouncing, the urn is bulging, the temple is bulging, and the wine is dissipated.

Take out a clear heart, stick to the eyebrows, a cool into the heart.

In fact, he was deliberately drunk today, relaxed his vigilance, and intended to test Zhu Guangwen.

He always felt that Zhu Guangwen had a problem, originally thought that Zhu Guangwen would take advantage of him to get drunk, move some means, but Zhu Guangwen did not mean to shoot, hidden too deep, which more and more makes him feel uneasy.

The art of the mysterious door is too mysterious, there is a mysterious power, can not see, touch, mysterious, and martial arts this real thing has a world of difference, if not clear, a little careless is dead, the road is not useful, especially the side of the door of the evil practice, too strange, let people be defenseless.

Zhang Hao is well aware of the terribleness of metaphysicalism, and the real evil cultivation is not those driving evil forces in film and television works, but the good pseudo-cultivation in the heart, the art of practicing the spirit of the spirit, only the evil thoughts can cultivate the evil spirit, so since ancient right and evil are not different.

Zhu Guangwen even the spirit of light is black, must be poisoned to the extreme, is a real demon.

And Zhang Hao is walking is the right way, the contradiction between the concept of Taoism, this is irreconcilable, Zhang Hao is very clear about his position, there is no fluke, if Zhu Guangwen stays in Anyang County, the circle is so small, he will have to and Zhu Guangwen sooner or later.

After a rest, Zhang Hao took down the clear letter on his forehead and fully regained his sobriety, which looked at the layout of Song Jingyi's home.

Song Jingyi family is very spacious, belonging to large-scale residential, there are 160 square meters, the decoration layout is very simple, almost no luxury, mainly hollow carved wooden shelves, placed with flowers, books, porcelain.

Flowers are ordinary flowers, not those precious flowers, only simple furnishings.

There are many books, literature, history, economy, politics, science and technology, novels, ancient texts, poetry, etc., all kinds of books, and even traditional books such as treasures, martial arts, I Ching, Feng Shui, etc., like a library, it is a female doctor ah.

There are also many porcelain, but not antique porcelain, but modern porcelain, bowls, cups, plates, bottles, jars, etc., the luster is noble, warm and beautiful.

Zhang Hao used to run rivers and lakes, looking at the fortune-telling area, almost all close to the antique market, porcelain is not strange, he knows that antique porcelain although expensive, is boasted how to be exquisite, but in fact, the ancient porcelain process is far less than modern porcelain, especially high-end porcelain, gloss, texture, workmanship, etc., has long surpassed ancient times.

Song Jingyi should like porcelain, not because it is noble to admire porcelain, but really like the porcelain itself, so it will collect so much porcelain, each piece is very delicate, elegant and beautiful, and full of noble atmosphere.

“Ginger soup is ready, drink it while it’s hot.”

Song Jingyi came out of the kitchen with steaming ginger soup.

“Thanks teacher!”

Zhang Hao's face was grinty, sweet in his heart, although he had already solved the wine, but the most Jiang soup of Mr. Song had to drink.

Seeing that Zhang Hao's look was back to normal, Song Jingyi was relieved, but he asked with a bad quality, "What did you do today, send things to dark, and learn to drink, iron to waste yourself?" 」

"Teacher, I'm a good teacher."

Zhang Hao is now a serious religious person, carrying forward the big name of Taoism, and Lei can't fight.

"Today we open a Taoist meeting, the province's Taoist Association came to the people, our Taoist Association was included in the Taoist Association, everyone elected me as an associate, issued a Taoist card, monthly salary of more than two thousand, plus subsidies and benefits, after a period of time, the county party committee opened the assembly, but also elected to the National People's Congress, I was happy, I drank more wine."

Song Jingyi said, looking suspiciously at Zhang Hao, Zhang Hao quickly straightened his waistboard, said he did not lie.

"There are a few people in our county's Taoist Association, at most hanging out of office, but also take a salary, just all day long, idle."

Song Jingyi is not an ignorant woman, and she can see through the doorway inside at a glance.

The Taoist Association has many views, almost all of which are tourist attractions, and the income is extremely high, and the treatment of employees is very good.

However, the regular personnel who can enter the Taoist Association, that is, the people who have obtained the Taoist certificate, are very few, either scholars from the Taoist community, bachelor's degree or above, or members of the board, responsible for managing specific matters, because of some cultural reasons, the above approval is very strict.

Zhang Hao can mix a quota, it is entirely through the organization of the Taoist Association, and it is indeed a leisurely job to eat wages.

"I'm not idle, I'm usually busy, even if I'm free, I'll look at the books or something."

Zhang Hao is a little depressed, Song Jingyi's academic outlook is too strong, cultivation is too decent, and he is such a wild road, not on a road.

“Why do you want to be a priest?”

Song Jingyi is not very angry, perhaps Wang Zi Chenglong look at the psychology of the woman Cheng Feng, Zhang Hao so smart, she hopes that Zhang Hao can have a decent career, go and go to the upper class, rather than stay in the countryside to be a Taoist.

"I'm not in the wrong line, there's no way, nothing else will be..." Zhang Hao weakly said, the tone is very helpless.

From a young age, I wanted to cultivate into a fairy, graduated from high school, abandoned my home, went south and into the north, so many years, his mind was used in occult, this is his way of life, no matter how hard and sweet, has been stereotyped, his life is a Taoist, if you want him to change, it is impossible.

Song Jingyi was silent, and his heart also understood that in an industry, all aspects of life have become a habit, and it is indeed difficult to change.

"I wanted to find you a formal job, but if you want to be a Taoist, then be it, not to mention that you have entered the Taoist Association, and you are on the right path."

Song Jingyi sighed and looked at Zhang Hao seriously, some regret, and some comfort.

"Oh, teacher, don't worry, I'm so smart, I'm not worse than anyone else."

Seeing Song Jingyi identify with his profession, Zhang Hao was very happy in his heart, and a sunny smile on his face.

"In fact, it is also good to be a Taoist, far from fame and fortune, and devote itself to Taoism, although Taoism has been neglected because of modern history, but the culture left by the ancestors must be inherited."

Song Jingyi's tone is very formal, help Zhang Hao sort out a dress, end right, this is like a Taoist appearance, gently said, "Zhang Hao, you took the Taoist card, but also really stepped into the Taoist community, the teacher believes you, no matter in which field, you are the best students, you can study Dao, I hope you can study Dao, up to the ancient, open, in the Taoist world has a turn."

Zhang Hao was moved in his heart, nodded his head seriously, and Teacher Song Jingyi had high hopes for him, and he could not live up to it.

"Yes, come to the study with the teacher and give you a gift, and congratulate you on becoming a true Taoist."

Song Jingyi took Zhang Hao to the study, as a doctor of the ancient literature department, the study collected a lot of precious documents, and even the rare books of ancient books, are preserved very little, sealed with an archive bag.

Zhang Hao was curious in his heart, with such a decent teacher, will send him something.

Song Jingyi found two archival bags, took out two thick binding books, each page is sealed, and it is very well preserved.

Zhang Hao looked at it, suddenly stunned, turned out to be the number of purple Weidou in the traditional, seven volumes in the north and south!

The number of Ziwei fights, from the Ziwei art collection, the purple magic trick has been the secret legend of the royal sorcerer since ancient times, which involves many secret arts, and only the number of Ziwei fights is spread outside, and it is divided into three volumes of the Southern School and the North School, the North School Three Volumes, the Lord's eighteen flying stars, the South School Four Volumes, the main twelve palace stars, the original book has long been lost.

The four books are compiled by more than 360 senior officials and scholars such as Ji Yun under the auspices of the Qianlong Emperor, and more than 3,800 people have copied them, which took 13 years to be divided into scriptures, history, sub, and set of four books, so the name of the four libraries, there are more than 3,500 kinds of books, 79,000 volumes, 36,000 copies, basically covering all the ancient books of the ancient days, so the whole book, a total of seven sets of books, as a cultural heritage of the town library.

In the modern turmoil, seven sets of four books have been lost in the war, and only one set of original letters has been spared, and it is currently preserved in the National Library.

Of course, such an important document, ordinary people have no opportunity to contact, but Song Jingyi this copy is a real copy.