If you want to talk about the majestic mountains and rivers in the world, this Liaodong Yiwulu Mountain cannot be ranked among the famous mountains and rivers. If you want to talk about the geographical location, it is not important. The cultural landscape and historical relics are even more famous. Only the scenery in the mountains is still beautiful, especially in summer and autumn, which is refreshing and pleasant.

There is a peak called Qingyun Peak at the western foot of this mountain. The name is probably from a small Taoist temple on the mountain, which is called Qingyun Temple.

Why is Guan’s name before the peak name?

Because more than ten years ago, this peak was still nameless. Since a Taoist erected Qingyun Temple on this peak, it was called Qingyun Peak by those who fled to the mountains.

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

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

Therefore, I escaped by chance, either moved south and entered the pass. But I heard that life was not easy in the pass, with natural disasters everywhere, and thieves everywhere, burning, killing, looting, and being in dire straits.

Or they became obedient people, leaving their hair without their heads, leaving their heads without their hair, and abandoning their clothes and clothes of the Han family, becoming the coat slaves of Jiannu.

And if you choose neither, there is only one place to go, in the mountains.

So in this Yiwulu Mountain, there were some villages formed by fleeing people. They could be called refugees.

There is such a village under Qingyun Peak.

It's just like what Tao Yuanming said in the Peach Blossom Land. But after all, there is no leisure, no traffic, and no chickens and dogs. Although he relies on the mountain to eat, he is still struggling to live. In addition, he has no contact with the outside world, such as medicine. Once someone gets sick, he can only endure it.

This is trivial, so I won't mention it for now.

On Qingyun Peak, in Qingyun Temple, there was only one Taoist priest who called himself Qingyun Taoist. Since ten years ago, Qingyun Taoist walked out of the mountain, and when he came back, there was an extra child.

I heard that when I was walking outside the mountain, I met Jiannu Tu Village near Jinzhou and finally snatched it back from the pile of corpses.

The child's surname is Zhao, and his single name is Yu.

When Taoist Qingyun rescued the child, the child was nine years old and sensible. He knew what his name was and his parents were killed by Jiannu.

The vengeance between parents is irreconcilable, which is too heavy for a child. This kind of depression makes the child's personality very silent.

There was a sense of hostility in silence.

After the Taoist Qingyun brought the child back to Qingyun Temple, he did not want the child to be blinded by hatred, so he accepted him as a Taoist boy. He recited Taoist scriptures every day, using the Taoist calm and harmonious aura and the clear spirit in the mountains to cleanse the resentment and eliminate hatred.

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

Taoist Qingyun is also white-haired.

Time flows, just like this.

On that morning, it was almost almost Si, and the light of the sun shone across Yiwulu Mountain to the western foothills. Taoist Qingyun made morning classes and prepared breakfast before he came out.

Qingyun Temple is on the hillside of Qingyun Peak. In front of the gate, there is a cliff. There is a path hidden in the dense forest on the side leading directly to the bottom of the mountain.

In front of the door, there was a flat ground with a rough area on the cliff. A tall figure but not slim figure was standing on the edge of the cliff and punching.

This is Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu is very tall, in ancient times, and in the words of the past, he is eight feet long. But at first glance, he is not very majestic, and looks tall and well-proportioned.

He was wearing a shabby short coat with a lot of patches, which was modified with Qingyun Taoist's old Taoist robe.

The bare arms revealed their strong muscles. With one punch and one kick, the muscles rose up and looked as tough as steel!

The fist wind crackled, even if the Taoist Qingyun standing by the door was three or five meters away, he could feel the strong wind coming to his face.

The old Taoist priest leaned against the door, holding his sparse beard while smiling at Zhao Yu practicing boxing.

The set of boxing techniques in Zhao Yu's hand was passed down by the old Taoist priest. It is a secret skill passed down by Taoism. It is a master method of integrating the internal and external.

What surprised the old Taoist priest was that Zhao Yu had only taken ten years to practice this skill of fist and foot, and had reached the level of perfection of the third level and no progress can be made!

You should know that the old Taoist priest secretly taught this skill. In the first forty years, before the qi and blood had declined, they only practiced to the second level. Even so, there were very few people in the world who could defeat the old Taoist priest, and I was afraid that they could count it with just a slap.

Now, a miracle is right in front of you.

A child who was killed by Jiannu and his parents and relatives took only ten years to practice this skill to an unprecedented level!

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

He knew that the child had a sense of aura and a sense of hostility in his heart, supporting and urging him. Revenge, this obsession prompted him to regard this skill as the only straw and hold on to it.

Sometimes, some regret arises in the heart of Taoist Qingyun.

He didn't know whether it was right or wrong to teach Zhao Yu's kung fu. A child with natural divine power and unique physique, plus this kung fu that has reached its peak, a human-shaped monster was the whole human-shaped monster.

If you do evil, I am afraid that no one in the world can stop him!

With the resentment in his heart, Taoist Qingyun could not feel worried.

But I also pity his special physique and I don’t want his secret kung fu to be lost. To be honest, it is another kind of luck to find a successor with such a good or even unprecedented qualification.

"I just hope that this child will avenge his parents and dispel the anger in his heart..."

Taoist Qingyun thought so.

Zhao Yu had long known that his master was next to him. With his current cultivation of the ice-skin and jade bone skills taught by his master to the highest level, his senses are so sharp that he can even observe the distance between three or five meters, even if it is between three or five meters.

Over the past ten years, the Ice Skin and Jade Bone Technique has penetrated into the bone marrow. Since the master taught this skill, he always practiced it every morning and evening. It has become a habit engraved in his bones.

At least one punch and kick will stop before you can finish it.

It will never stop halfway.

This is also the reason why the old Taoist Qingyun never interrupted Zhao Yu's practice of boxing.

After a moment, the fists and feet were finally completed. Zhao Yu stopped his work and stood still, put his palms three inches below his abdomen, his chest and abdomen were bulging, and he took a breath. After a long time, he slowly exhaled it, turning into a stream of white air that was not dissipated, rubbing with the air, making a sneer.

Exhale into a sword!

Although this kind of kung fu is just a small reflection of ordinary practice, even so, it is difficult to find a few comparable ones in the world.

Taoist Qingyun has such skills, but he can definitely not be as long as Zhao Yu when he breathes out.

In this breath, I could only finish after spitting a cup of tea.

Zhao Yuwei's narrowed eyes opened, and a ray of light shot out, then he collected his breath, and his extremely fierce aura disappeared, turning into an ordinary young man.

"Master."

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

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

Zhao Yu hurriedly followed.

Although Taoist Qingyun is a Taoist priest, he does not ban food and drink. He doesn’t know which school of inheritance is the inheritance. Anyway, Zhao Yu had never heard a single word from his master.

I just thought it was a Taoist priest from the side of the world and felt tired, so I set up a Taoist temple on Qingyun Peak, intending to spend the rest of my life like this.

Taoist Qingyun has a lot of skills. In the mountains and wild fields, birds and beasts are the best ingredients. Otherwise, Zhao Yu would have practiced himself in the past ten years without the support of these meat, and he would have been unable to practice himself early. Even if he has a special physique and has no diet to supplement, he would have become a tuberculosis.

There is a large pottery jar on the table, and the holes are one and a half feet in diameter. There is a large jar of meat stewed in it. There is no condiment, just salt, some medicinal materials and wild vegetables picked from the mountains can be eaten.

Both masters and apprentices are practitioners of Kung Fu, and they are both big-bellied men. Even the old Taoist priests are now in their seventies and eighties, and they can eat five or six kilograms of cooked meat in one meal.

Not to mention young people like Zhao Yu.

People say that half-old children eat poorly. Zhao Yu's belly is much better than half-old children!

It is also a blessing for the prosperity of birds and beasts in this mountain. It is a blessing for the two strong men in this Yiwulu Mountain. If there were ten or eight, I would probably have to lose all this mountain in ten years.

The meat in the jar is red venison. It was a prey that Zhao Yu ran through the mountains for dozens of miles yesterday before he caught him. Since Zhao Yu's kung fu achieved success, Taoist Qingyun has never cared about hunting.

Since Zhao Yu was twelve years old, the old Taoist priest has just taken care of herbs.

Originally, I wanted to pass on all my medical skills to Zhao Yu, but the aura in Zhao Yu's heart was used to practice, so how could I have the intention to calm down and learn medical skills?

I have to suppress it for the time being.

The master and apprentice sat down at the table. The old Taoist priest sat up, Zhao Yu sat down, and sat opposite each other.

They each took their own chopsticks and feasted.

Looking at the venison piece as big as a palm, it disappeared into Zhao Yu's mouth in the blink of an eye. That mouthful of teeth was like a crusher. It slightly grinds the meat and swallows it with a move.

What a big can of meat, I'm afraid it's not 20 or 30 kilograms, and in less than half a stick of incense, all of them were filled with the stomachs by the master and apprentice.

The medicinal materials, wild vegetables, and the last half jar of soup were poured into the stomach.

The old and the young all had their stomachs, and they were bulging like a pregnant woman.

But I don't care.

Zhao Yu cleaned up the mess on the table and washed it. With his strong digestive ability, he had already reduced his stomach. Then he headed straight to the main hall, and Taoist Qingyun was meditating in the hall at this time.

Zhao Yu took his own cushion and sat down in front of his 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 stunned, looked straight at Zhao Yuliang for a long time, and said, "I would have known this day if I had known that I had dug you out of the pile of corpses."

The old Taoist priest sighed long and said, "You have the best skills in the world, so you can go there. But your enemy is not ordinary after all. I went there late at that time, and I don't know who did the exact crime..."
Chapter completed!