In this way, the wind soul went out of the city gate with the hidden mother, and waited until Nie Feng set off with the soldiers with him before slowly following them. If it is the imperial sword or the evasion method, it will naturally take them two or three days to go to Chang ‘an, but it is different from others. These days, there are no planes, trains or even cars, and it will take ordinary people half a month to travel from Daozhou to Beijing.
Most of the time, the soul of the wind takes Shan Ye, a hidden mother, to practice her Taoism, and the hidden mother is born with wisdom, which is also very fast to learn.
One night, the wind soul remembered the mysterious true spirit of hiding the hidden body, so she let her lie down and kiss herself to check her meridians and body soul again. Sure enough, there is something similar to Yuan Ying but still muddy to hide her body. The wind soul guessed that it must be with the reincarnation of the hidden body for many times, but it still stayed in the fairy family.
So he taught Yin Niang Taiyi Baiyulun that when they were practicing, they were kneeling. Although Yin and Yang sat opposite each other, they were sympathetic to each other. Although the effect of this practice was not as obvious as that of lip contact between the two sides, it was much more peaceful. Authentic Taoist practice emphasizes meditation and meditation, and the Tao’s self-contained tongue-and-mouth contact is not a good method for long-term practice.
And that kind of sexual intercourse, although it can grow rapidly by picking and supplementing the true yin, has gains and losses for the moral body, especially the act of picking flowers or not.
This doesn’t mean that monks should regard sex as an obstacle to practice. If they have sex, they can’t cultivate immortality. Where do the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother have 33 daughters? Even the Tai Chi Emperor and Ziwei Emperor in the Six Imperial Admiralties all have their own daughters.
It’s the true immortal Taoism, which is about penance and fate. If you want to make your ability advance by leaps and bounds in a short time through mining or other means, it’s close to the magic Tao.
In the mountains, the muddy tires of these hidden mothers slowly condense and form.
And when Yin Niang practices sword, the wind soul will also take out the mirror of Yin and Yang and look back and think about the abnormality in the battle of Yaoyao Tianzun. Why will it take Ling Ning and Yaoyao Tianzun’s blood? Is the strange picture reflected on its cold side really a return to the future channel?
Until now, the wind soul still remembers the high-rise buildings and city streets with traffic lights in that scene, and its own impulse to jump into it.
Now, no matter how hard he tried, the sight never appeared again.
He even found a broken bowl and cut his hand to hold a bowl of blood, and then poured it out. However, the blood flowed slowly along the mirror without touching it at all.
"What, it sucks Ling Ning and Yao Hewei’s blood but doesn’t suck me?" The wind soul thought, "It is refined from Ling Ning Sacrifice, which can also be interpreted as a treasure that eats the Lord, but Yao Hewei and Ling Ning don’t have it at all. Why should they eat his blood?"
On that day, Jiuningshan and the red line were killed in the ice lake. What happened later, he was already a knowledge, and no one told him that the dazzling Buddha was Lingning’s biological father after he got out of trouble.
Until now, the truth has also been told by those people at that time, whether Hui Hong or Xu Feiqiong is very clever, they don’t know it themselves, so they can tell him naturally.
He can’t figure out what’s going on on the cold side of this precious mirror, and finally it’s okay.
From Daozhou to Beijing, it is necessary to bypass Dongting Lake and cross the Yangtze River, and then from Jingzhou along the official road through Xiangzhou and Shangzhou to Chang ‘an.
When I passed Dongting Lake, the wind remembered that I hadn’t tasted the Tang Dynasty wine yet, so I took Yinniang to a restaurant near Dongting Lake. They went to the restaurant and asked for some good wine and beautiful dishes. Although Yinniang had broken the valley, the wine was not a grain. Her master drank some blushes and was gorgeous.
And the wind soul has never been serious about breaking the valley. Even if it has had more than 300 years of experience of not eating or drinking, it is forced and unwilling. He is naturally relaxed and happy when he sits by the window and has the company of a slightly drunk and beautiful girl.
Since the crossing, this is the second time that he has come to visit restaurants. This time, he was accompanied by Wang Miaoxiang, but this time it was Nie Yinniang. Although it is also the same person, it is a different reincarnation.
Hu Feng had already flowed into the Central Plains in the early Tang Dynasty and the Eastern Jin Dynasty, and many habits were different. In the Jin Dynasty, people sat in the same way or "sitting upright", that is, kneeling with their legs together. Now, unless it is a very formal occasion, most places have used tables, chairs and stools.
In terms of poetry, the early Tang Dynasty was also a period of transition from classical poetry to modern poetry. Before the Tang Dynasty, classical poetry did not pay much attention to antithesis, but it was much more important to form modern poetry from Sui and Tang Dynasties.
On the other hand, several literati talked about poetry. Yin Niang also learned this aspect for a while. When she learned something, she was gifted and naturally proficient in the wind. When she saw her, she liked to think of herself when she first met Wang Miao, but she easily saw through the past, sighing and feeling sad.
Swing away the messy thoughts, he talked to Yin Niang about some poems that he remembered. It is natural for him to remember famous sentences through the ages. Yin Niang naturally listened with wide eyes.
Since the "packaging" failed, but it almost made a fool of itself, the wind soul dared not say that those poems were written by itself. Although she named those people, Yin Niang had never heard of them, but she didn’t know that these people were not "unknown" but had not yet been born.
The wind soul read Qin Guan’s poem "Queqiao Fairy" to Yinniang again. Although the metrical difference is too big at this time, it is beautiful and graceful, especially the sentence "The golden wind and the jade dew win the number when they meet". Naturally, Yinniang sighed in her heart and felt that the poems spoken by those people next to her were just like clouds and mud. Don’t admire and respect your master more.
At this time, there was a drunkard staggering up next to him, patting the table and yelling at the wind soul, "Bad for you to read these poems … Hiccup is really bad."
Feng Soul knew that he had limited knowledge of poetry, but his voice was lowered when he read it to Yin Niang just now, but he didn’t expect to be listened to. Although he didn’t have confidence in himself, he was confident in reading these poems, so he stared at the drunkard coldly. "Where is it bad?"
He thinks that the drunkard is mostly trying to say something that is not right, but each era has its own emphasis. If it is a five-character and seven-character rhyme to see Song ci, it is natural, but how can a poem be easily denied just because of the rhyme problem?
The drunkard shook his head and said, "What if two relationships last for a long time? True love between men and women is like running water in the Tianhe River. Although it flows slowly, it is inseparable from each other. How can it not be short and long? One-night stand, that’s more like it. The guy who wrote this poem must be a male buddy. He only knows how to linger in brothels all day and doesn’t know what love is. "
The wind soul thought, "His words are also reasonable. My sister has said something similar, but how can we analyze the rationality word by word when the emotional theme is important?"
He saw that the drunkard was wearing a blue shirt and a traveling crown. Obviously, he was a literati. Since ancient times, this guy obviously drank too much, and naturally he was too lazy to bicker with him. He smiled and said, "Dude, since you think my poems are terrible, don’t you write one?"
"Good." The blue scribe patted the table. "I’ll show you if you buy me a drink."
The wind soul glanced at him, and people like him could see that the drunkard was penniless even if he didn’t know how to do it, but there were still many bottles on his desk.
What’s more, this guy is a freeloader. Now he should be full of food and knowing that he has no money, so he just rubs over and wants to find an excuse to let people treat him.
The wind soul was so funny that he said, "If you really have something to do, I will even help you pay for those tables and drinks."
The blue scribes immediately shouted "get pen and ink"
Restaurant owners have obviously seen much about this kind of thing, so people have to prepare pen and ink and rice paper, blue shirts, scribes’ brushes, which are stained with ink and don’t write on paper, and staggered to the wall to paint it.
The restaurant owner caught him, "guests can’t scribble on this wall."
"I can’t write what others write?" The blue scribes pointed to the angry wind soul on the wall and saw that there was a lot of ink on it.
The owner of the restaurant laughed. "Nowadays, there are many readers in Taiping, and everyone likes to dance and get some ink, especially when a temple restaurant next to a scenic spot is built like this. Everyone wants to leave some precious ink on his face, even if he writes’ a visit here’, but if everyone who comes to my place for a drink leaves a message, my restaurant has long been a dark guest, don’t you think?"
The blue scribe said, "I mean, why do you talk so much when others write that I can’t write it?"
The wind soul came up with a smile. "I think writing a wall is to collect money, right? Let’s just say that if you write well, I’ll pay for it. If you don’t write well, you can wash it yourself, and it will save you’ Baomo’, the Dongting Lake. "
The "good" blue scribes probably felt that they were looked down upon, flew into a rage and stopped talking to the boss, so they wrote on the wall.
The wind soul no matter whether he turned to look at the restaurant owner and laughed, "You did a good job in this business."
The restaurant owner said, "Let’s talk about it."
The wind soul said, "even if you receive money, this wall will still be covered with people. Then you won’t be able to make this money again?"
"This gentleman doesn’t worry," said the restaurant owner in a low voice. "Most of the literati like this come and leave. I left some of the best songs to wash. Even if a guest really turns back, I might as well say that his guest thinks his writing is ugly or his poems are poor. Imagine how many Wang Xi and Cao Jian there are in this world. It’s best for these readers to get drunk for a long time and feel that their articles are clear and clear, and then they feel that their writing is unsightly. How many guests dare to say that their poems are unique? "
The wind soul shook its head.
At this time, the scribe had finished writing on the wall, and Yin Niang saw that the master was talking to the restaurant owner, so she came over and looked at the poem written by the blue scribe, saying softly, "When I entered the Yaotai, only Xu Feiqiong’s heart was full of customs."
She read like an oriole, and she was shocked when she heard it.
How did Xu Feiqiong’s name come out so well?
Chapter 14 San Mao Copying Four Early Tang Dynasties
The wind soul looked at the wall and met with the word Xu Feiqiong’s name, and the scribe shook his head at his own writing. Suddenly, he erased the sentence "Xu Feiqiong is the only one sitting" and murmured, "If Xu Xian knew that I had leaked her name to the common people, she would definitely chop me to death with a sword."
It was he who tried to rewrite the second sentence with a brush, but he couldn’t think of any other sentence. When Nie Yinniang saw that he was difficult, he said, "Why not change it to’ the wind flies and the steps are empty’?"
The scribe’s eyes lit up and he said, "Good, good, good."
So I erased the second sentence of "the wind flies in the sky" and then threw the pen to touch the head of the hidden mother. "It turned out to be a talented woman, too."
Yin Niang flashed and let him touch it
At this time, the wind soul is wondering in the heart, how can this person know Fei Qiong’s name? You know, fairy goddesses like Wang Miaoxiang, Xu Feiqiong and Dong Shuangcheng are all beautiful, but their time base is devoted to learning, and few people appear in front of ordinary people. Naturally, it is impossible to know them.
He wanted to ask the blue scribe, but other drinkers gathered to look at the wall and comment on poetry.
The scribe looked at the wind soul proudly. "How?"
Feng Soul looked at Yin Niang first. "What do you think of his poem?"
"Although it’s good," Yin Niang whispered, "it’s not as good as what you just read."
The blue scribe said angrily, "What do you know, little girl?"