Chapter 1 Qingyun Temple on Qingyun Peak

When it comes to majestic mountains, among the famous mountains and rivers in the world, the Yiwulu Mountain in Liaodong does not rank high. Speaking of geographical location, it is not important. The cultural landscape and historical relics are even more penniless. Only this mountain scenery can be considered beautiful, especially in summer and autumn, it is refreshing and pleasant.

At the western foot of this mountain, there is a peak called Qingyun Peak. The name probably comes from a small Taoist temple on the mountain. This Taoist temple is called Qingyun Temple.

Why does the name of the temple come before the name of the peak?

Because more than ten years ago, this peak was still unknown. Since a Taoist established the Qingyun Temple on this peak, it has been called Qingyun Peak by people who fled to the mountains.

Since the rise of the Jiannu during the Wanli period until now, Liaodong has been like a hell on earth to the Han people.

I don’t know how many people stained the earth with blood, and I don’t know how many cities and villages were washed away with blood.

Those who escaped by chance either moved south and entered the customs. But I heard that life in the pass was not easy, with continuous natural disasters, bandits everywhere, burning, killing and looting, and it was also in dire straits.

Either they become obedient people, keep their hair but not their head, keep their hair but not their hair, give up the clothes of the Han family, and become the slaves of the slaves.

And those who don't choose either, there is only one place to go, the mountain nook.

So in Yiwulu Mountain, there are scattered villages formed by the people who fled. It can be called a refugee.

There is such a village under Qingyun Peak.

Just like what is said in Tao Yuanming's Peach Blossom Spring. But after all, there is no such leisure, no traffic, no chickens and dogs. Although he had a lot to live on, he still had a hard time. In addition, there is no contact with the outside world, such as medicine. Once someone gets sick, they have no choice but to endure it.

Let’s not mention the trivial matters here for now.

On Qingyun Peak, in Qingyun Temple, there was only one Taoist priest earlier. Calls himself Taoist Qingyun. Ten years ago, Taoist Qingyun took a trip outside the mountains. When he came back, there was an extra child.

I heard that while walking outside the mountains, I encountered Jiannu Tu Village near Jinzhou and finally snatched it back from the pile of corpses.

This child's surname is Zhao, and his single name has the character Yu.

When Taoist Qingyun rescued the child, he was nine years old and sensible. He knew his name and that his parents and children were killed by the slaves.

The hatred between parents is irreconcilable, which is too heavy for a child. This kind of repression made this child very silent.

There was an air of hostility in the silence.

After Qingyun Taoist brought the child back to Qingyun Temple, he did not want the child to be blinded by hatred, so he adopted him as a Taoist boy. He recited Taoist scriptures every day, and used the Taoist spirit of indifference to harmonize with the pure spirit of the mountains. To wash away grievances and eliminate hatred.

In the past ten years, the nine-year-old child has grown up.

Taoist Qingyun also has gray hair.

Time flows, nothing more than that.

This morning, it was almost midnight, and the light of the morning sun shone across Yiwulu Mountain to the western foothills. Taoist Qingyun did morning lessons and cooked breakfast before he came out.

Qingyun Temple is halfway up the mountainside of Qingyun Peak. In front of the gate is a cliff. There is a trail hidden in the dense forest on the side that leads directly to the bottom of the mountain.

In front of the gate, on the cliff, there is a piece of flat land roughly one cent in area. A tall, but not thin figure was standing on the edge of the cliff, boxing.

This is Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu is very tall, in ancient terms, eight feet long. But at first glance, it is not very majestic, and appears to be slender and well-proportioned.

He was wearing a worn-out short coat that had turned white after washing and had many patches on it. It was made from the old Taoist robe of Qingyun Taoist.

The bare arms showed strong muscles. Between punches and kicks, the muscles grew and looked as tough as steel!

There was a crackling sound wherever the fist wind passed by. Even Taoist Qingyun standing by the door, who was three to five feet away, could feel the strong wind blowing towards his face.

The old Taoist priest just leaned against the door, twirling his sparse beard and watching Zhao Yu practice boxing with a smile.

The boxing technique in Zhao Yu's hands was passed down by the old Taoist priest. It is a secret technique taught by Taoism. It involves practicing one breath internally and the muscles, bones and skin externally. It is a superior method that integrates the inside and outside.

What amazed even the old Taoist priests was that it only took Zhao Yu ten years to practice this boxing and kicking skill, and he had already reached the peak of the third level and reached the point where there was no further progress!

You know, the old Taoist priest secretly taught this kung fu. In the first forty years, before the Qi and blood declined, he could only practice it to the second level. Even so, in this world, there are very few people who can defeat the old Taoist priests, and I am afraid they can only be counted in one slap.

Now, the miracle is right in front of us.

A child whose parents and relatives were killed by the slaves only needed ten years to practice this kung fu to an almost unprecedented level!

Taoist Qingyun had already been shocked and numb, he was used to it.

He knew that there was an air of rage in the child's heart, supporting and urging him. Revenge, this obsession, prompted him to regard this kung fu as the only straw and hold on tightly.

Sometimes Taoist Qingyun will have some regrets in his heart.

He didn't know whether it was right or wrong to teach Zhao Yu this skill. A child born with supernatural powers and a strange physique, coupled with this kung fu that has been practiced to its peak, turns into a monster in human form.

If he does evil, no one in the world can stop him!

With the anger in his heart, Taoist Qingyun couldn't help but feel worried.

But she felt sorry for his unique physique, and didn't want her secret kung fu to be lost. To be honest, it is another kind of luck to find a successor with such excellent and unprecedented qualifications.

"I just hope that this child can avenge his parents and dissipate the hostility in his heart..."

Taoist Qingyun thought so.

Zhao Yu had long known that his master was nearby. He has now cultivated the Ice Muscle Jade Bone Technique taught by his master to the highest level, and his senses are so sharp that he can see clearly even from a distance of not only three to five feet, but also thirteen to five feet.

Over the past ten years, the Ice Muscle and Jade Bone Skills have penetrated deep into the bone marrow. Ever since the master taught me this skill, I have to practice it every morning and evening. It has become a habit engraved in my bones.

The punches and kicks will not stop until at least one punch has been completed.

It will never stop halfway.

This is also the reason why Master Qingyun never interrupted Zhao Yuxing's boxing practice.

After about a moment, this round of punches and kicks was finally completed. Zhao Yu stopped his exercises and stood still, with his palms clasped three inches below his abdomen. His chest and abdomen swelled, and he took a deep breath. After a long time, he slowly exhaled, turning into a condensation of white air. , friction with the air, making a hissing sound.

Exhale and become a sword!

Although this kind of skill is only a small manifestation of ordinary boxing practice, even so, it is difficult to find a few that can compare with it in the world.

Taoist Qingyun has such skill, but when he spits it out in one breath, it is definitely not as long as Zhao Yu.

In this breath, it takes as long as a cup of tea to finish.

Zhao Yu opened his slightly squinted eyes, shot out a ray of light, and then collected his aura. Only then did his fierce aura dissipate, and he turned into an ordinary young man.

"Master."

Taoist Qingyun chuckled: "It's over? It's time to eat."

As he spoke, he turned around and entered the Taoist temple.

Zhao Yu quickly followed.

Although Taoist Qingyun is a Taoist priest, his food is not restricted to meat and fish. I don’t know which sect’s inheritance it is. Anyway, Zhao Yu had never heard a single word from his master.

Zhidao was a wandering Taoist priest who felt tired, so he set up a Taoist temple on Qingyun Peak and planned to spend the rest of his life like this.

Taoist Qingyun has a lot of skills. In this mountain wilderness, the birds and animals are the best food. Otherwise, Zhao Yu, who had been practicing martial arts for ten years without the support of these meat foods, would probably have destroyed himself early. Even if you have a special constitution, you will still become tuberculosis if you don't have a supplementary diet.

There is a large clay pot on the table, the mouth of which is one and a half feet in diameter. A large pot of meat was stewed in it. There are no condiments, just salt, some medicinal materials and wild vegetables collected from the mountains, and it can be eaten together.

Both the master and the apprentice are kung fu practitioners and both are pot-bellied men. Even the old Taoist priest, now in his seventies or eighties, can eat five or six kilograms of cooked meat in one meal.

Not to mention a young man like Zhao Yu.

People say that half-year-old children eat poor people. Zhao Yu's belly is much stronger than that of a half-grown child!

Thanks to the prosperity of birds and animals in this mountain. Fortunately, the doctor Wu Lushan only had two strong men. If there are ten or eight, in ten years, I am afraid that this entire mountain will be impoverished.

The meat in the jar is red deer meat. It was a prey that Zhao Yu only hunted back after running for dozens of miles in the mountains yesterday. Since Zhao Yu became successful in kung fu, Taoist Qingyun has never had any control over hunting.

From the time Zhao Yu was twelve years old, the old Taoist priest just collected herbs.

Originally, he wanted to pass on his medical skills to Zhao Yu, but the energy in Zhao Yu's heart was all used in practicing martial arts. How could he calm down and learn medical skills?

I had to hold back for the time being.

The master and apprentice sat down at the table. The old Taoist priest sat on the upper seat, and Zhao Yu sat on the lower seat, facing each other.

They each took their chopsticks and ate happily.

Seeing the palm-sized pieces of venison disappear in Zhao Yu's mouth in the blink of an eye. Those teeth are like a grinder, grinding the meat lightly and grinding it to pieces, and then swallowing it with a movement of the throat.

The jar of meat was so big that it probably weighed less than twenty or thirty kilograms. In less than half a stick of incense, it was all filled by the master and the disciple.

Along with the medicinal herbs, wild vegetables, and the last half of the can of soup, they were all poured into the stomach.

One old and one young, their bellies were swollen like pregnant women.

But he didn’t take it seriously.

Zhao Yu first cleaned up the mess on the table, and his strong digestion ability had already reduced his stomach. Then he went straight to the main hall, where Taoist Qingyun was meditating.

Zhao Yu took his futon and sat down in front of the master.

Taoist Qingyun opened his eyes: "What do you want to say?"

Zhao Yu scratched his forehead: "Master, I want to go down the mountain."

Taoist Qingyun was slightly startled, looked at Zhao Yu for a long time, and said, "I knew this would happen. Ever since I dug you out of the pile of corpses, I knew it."

The old Taoist priest let out a long sigh: "With your skills, you can conquer the world. But your enemy is not ordinary after all. I went there late at the time, and I don't know who specifically committed the murder..." ."

Zhao Yu had a stern look in his eyes and pursed his lips: "Master, I remember who it is."