The autumn of the third year of Chongzhen came very happily, even the headache-inducing autumn tigers in previous years never came out. The two autumn rains made the weather cooler day by day. On the official roads in the south of the Yangtze River, there were fewer and fewer business trips, which showed that the situation in the north was getting worse and worse.

A group of geese crossed thousands of mountains and rivers and rushed to the south of the Yangtze River to spend the winter, making loud and loud sounds, loud and long. The head geese saw the reeds that had not turned completely yellow below, lowered their figure and looked for their place to stay today. On a brown dirt road, three fast-moving black dots attracted its attention and were almost hooked and flew in the wrong direction.

The leader geese whirled in the air with two loud noises and saw clearly that they were three people rushing to the road.

The three of them also heard Yan Ming and looked up.

One of the middle-aged men dressed in Taoist costume sighed: "It's only August this year, and the geese have arrived in the south of the Yangtze River. It seems that the north has been cold." The man was in agile steps, holding a dark iron rod, and it made a sound from time to time. He was the most praised iron rod Taoist in the world.

The two people around the Iron Staff Taoist were naturally Qian Yiqun and his servant Qian Wei.

Qian Yiqun also looked at the wild goose and felt dizzy. He regretted that he was humble and asked the Mr. Iron Staff if he could shrink his acres into inches of spells. He even regretted that Mr. Iron Staff actually said "yes" and asked kindly, "Are you willing to give it a try?"

——Just try it, and you can still arrive at Qionglong Mountain earlier.

Qian Yiqun was very happy at that time and completely forgot that he was still immersed in the sorrow of leaving home before.

The Taoist Iron Staff did not say anything, and used a spell. Three spiritual lights enveloped the three people's heads and turned into light dust and merged into the air.

Qian Yiqun took two steps, and it was true that the wind was blowing under his feet. The scenery on both sides passed by quickly. The autumn wind was cool and exciting, and he became happy.

"The technique of shrinking the ground naturally cannot really shrink the acres into inches, but it can speed up the pace. It is a common method used by Taoists to rush to travel." The Taoist Iron Staff explained in detail, "In the late Northern Song Dynasty, there were those who were the Taibao Dai Zong of the Shenxing Taibao who used talismans and spells to travel 800 miles a day."

Qian Yiqun nodded, water began to flow out of his mouth, and a faint pain under his ribs. He wanted to stop and ask clearly, why did he have this reaction after only a hundred steps? Could it be the side effect of the ground shrinking technique?

The Taoist Iron Staff saw Qian Yiqun’s thoughts and reached out to push Qian Yiqun behind: “Don’t stop!”

——Don’t stop? You just can’t stop at all!

Qian Yiqun felt that his eyes were gradually blurred, but his legs were like a clockwork, and he made great strides mechanically. The air in his lungs was quickly drained, and his whole chest was like a fire. He looked back at Qian Wei and suddenly found that Qian Wei was just as fine as he was following him leisurely, neither falling behind nor reacting as much as he did.

"Old, teacher..." Qian Yiqun gasped desperately, "Why..." He pointed at Qian Wei, his eyes showing reluctance.

The Iron Staff Taoist did not even turn his head back, and replied casually: "Because he has the blessing of the secret method."

Qian Wei also discovered Qian Yiqun's vision and looked at him curiously.

Qian Yiqun waved his hands quickly, expanding the air inhaled from his chest cavity, and barely said: "Then why, I don't..."

"He didn't ask for the immortals," said Taoist Iron Staff as if he was taken for granted, "Don't you ask for it?"

Qian Yiqun breathed with his mouth and nose, and could no longer speak, so he had to walk desperately.

Therefore, when the Iron Staff Taoist was sad about autumn and worried about the north, Qian Yiqun had no way to raise his compassion. He only hoped that this torture could end soon.

"Do you still remember the method of killing Dai Shiming?" The Taoist Iron Staff swung a stroke and suddenly asked.

Qian Yiqun nodded. How could he not remember? It was the first time he was facing a critical moment of life and death, and every detail was firmly engraved in his mind.

"That label penetrated into the throat, but it was actually suffocating to death." The Iron Staff Taoist has inquired about a lot of news these days, and sincerely found that he underestimated this student.

Qian Yiqun nodded again, indicating that he knew. He still understood this physiological common sense, but he was surprised that as an ancient man, the Taoist Iron Staff, was so expert.

"If you kill someone, Ren Huan kills him." The iron stick Taoist said seriously, "If you don't experience this kind of pain, you will inevitably treat human life like a mustard."

Qian Yiqun pressed his chest with one hand, as if he hoped to press down the severe pain in his chest with his hands. A crystal clear saliva flowed out of the corner of his mouth. The salty nose water couldn't help but flowed out and squeezed into his lips.

"Will you feel regretful when you kill the three servants of Wen?" asked Taoist Iron Staff.

——Repent! Kill that kind of thing like a native chicken and a tiled dog!

Qian Yiqun ignored his image, wiped his mouth and nose, and spit out the word "no" from his mouth.

"Hahaha," said the Taoist Iron Staff laughing, "You dare to act and take responsibility. Do you have any resentment towards me now?"

"No!" Qian Yiqun squeezed out a word from his teeth, and his saliva was already spraying. He felt more and more unbearable pain under his ribs, but his legs seemed to have become someone else's, and he even ran quickly.

"If I want to kill you, it will be like crushing an ant to death. Do you think it is terrible?" The iron stick Taoist stopped the ground and made a muffled sound.

"No." Qian Yiqun shook his head, wishing he could fall head-on, and the burning sensation inside had spread to the entire abdominal cavity.

"Yes, you are not afraid," said the Iron Staff Taoist, "because you know I won't kill you, but have you ever thought about why I won't kill you?"

Qian Yiqun could no longer speak. He only watched the fields and trees on both sides fly behind him, and was afraid he would run as fast as a galloping horse. Although running like a horse is a capable that many people dream of, this kind of consumption as much as a horse does not have the high physical strength of a horse, which is really more painful than killing with one knife.

"Because there is the thing 'Tao'," the Taoist Iron Staff replied, "All things between heaven and earth are walking on the same path. If you go astray, you will suffer. This is called losing the way. As long as everyone walks their own way, the world will be replaced by life and death, and naturally, everything will be complete. The servants of Wen family insult you because they have lost their own way, but you kill people at any time. Isn't it a loss of the way?"

Qian Yiqun nodded repeatedly, wishing she could cry: This teacher is obviously regulating herself!

I heard the iron stick Taoist say with great care, "The old crow said that you are gifted and a good seedling for practicing mysterious techniques. Do you know what this means?"

Qian Yiqun shook his head, and his hair was scattered. The cold autumn wind caused his pores to tighten, and the heat in his body could not be dissipated, which made him even more painful. Ming people do not like exercise, especially avoid strenuous exercise. Qian Yiqun's figure has always been very standard, so he never thought about exercising... At this moment, he finally tasted the pain, and it seemed like he was back to the time when he ran three thousand meters in his previous life.

"The Tao is not revealed without any skills, and the Tao is not there." The Taoist Iron Staff said calmly, as if he was teaching his disciples in a leisurely manner. He said: "The practice of mysterious arts is not inferior to the practice of righteous Dharma, but because many mysterious arts monks have lost their way, acted biasedly, and even wanted to fall into depravity, they were looked down upon by the practitioners of righteous Dharma. You also have this sign, you are brave and cruel, and you are impulsive, and you just feel that you have the strength and you have to use it. I am the best in the world, right?"

"I was wrong..." Qian Yiqun forced three words.

"You are right." The Taoist of Iron Staff shook his head, "You are not wrong, you are just lacking guidance."

Qian Yiqun's tears came down: What kind of human nature is this! I admit my mistake and you won't let me go!

"I'm not happy to torture you," said the iron stick man, "I won't tell you any precepts and rules, but you have to remember three things, otherwise I won't be able to attract you."

"Old, teacher, please tell me." Qian Yiqun's whole face wrinkled together and he tilted his head and grinned.

"First, ask yourself before killing someone, can this person not be killed?"

"Okay!" Qian Yiqun agreed with the words of the Iron Staff Taoist.

"Second, once you enter the Taoist sect, as deep as the sea, you will be protected by all gods when you enter the Tao, and if you retreat, you will be harmed by your descendants. Do you really want to leave?"

"Let's go!" Qian Yiqun said in his heart: Wouldn't you suffer the troubles of the journey if you don't go!

"Third, the practice of the Great Dao is difficult, and there are three levels, nine difficulties and eighty-one disasters. One step is wrong and you will be crushed to pieces. Even if you take action step by step, there will still be eight hundred hardships and thousands of temptations. Once you lose your heart, you will be devastated. Do you really want to practice it!"

"Cultivate!" Qian Yiqun roared.

As soon as the sound fell, Qian Yiqun's feet suddenly became empty, and naturally opened his arms, as if he was rising into the air, as if he was foggy. A clear air rose from the spring and went straight to Baihui. All the internal organs, limbs and bones were immersed in it, and his whole body was warm and loose, extremely comfortable.

Qian Yiqun closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and immediately blended up and down, and the pain just now was wiped out.

"You must remember the oath you made just now." The Taoist Iron Staff smiled, "My senior brother is a very talented person. If I am not on the mountain, you will learn from him, learn from him, and learn from him, and really learn from him!"

Qian Yiqun took two breaths of fresh air and finally recovered. This time, there was only wind under his feet, no internal organs were burning, and thousands of comfort and thousands of pleasures. Looking at the Iron Staff Taoist again, he didn't think he looked disgusting.

Qian Yiqun said in a deep voice: "Teacher Thanks for his guidance."

The Taoist Iron Staff did not speak, and stretched out the iron Staff and pointed to a fork on the official road ahead. It was a yellow dirt road. Judging from the winding situation of the earth road, it should be the road to the mountain. At the corner of the earth road, a corner of the eaves were faintly exposed. The Taoist Iron Staff said, "That is the mountain gate."

The three of them took a few steps and quickly embarked on the earth road. The Iron Staff Taoist withdrew his magic and said, "From here, it is the realm of Qionglong Mountain. You should also remember in the future that when you visit the mountain tomb, you can only walk and not use mysterious techniques. First, it is respect for the master, and second, it is also awe of the gods of mountains and rivers."

"Yes." Qian Yiqun responded quickly.

The three of them walked up the mountain along the yellow dirt road and turned a bend. Sure enough, they saw a red column and black eaves archway with a plaque hanging on the top with three big words "Qionglong Mountain".

Although the mountain gate archway has four pillars and three gates, it is considered to be grand, but the color on the pillars fades into a dilapidated scene, revealing a dilapidated scene.

Qian Yiqun looked at the pillar, then looked at the paint-detached plaque, and thought to himself: It seems that this Shangzhen Temple is not doing well!

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I really didn't abuse my master, I really didn't abuse it, I really didn't... So give Zhang Sanjiang vote~~

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Chapter completed!