Chapter 6

Looking at Ling Yun's expression, Meng Ren has nothing else to say. He patted Ling Yun's shoulder gently. He packed up his luggage and didn't say goodbye to Ling Yun. He left like that. Ling Yun stood in the same place, holding the disciple's ceremony and saying goodbye.

Ling Yun's poor cultivation does not mean that he is stupid. On the contrary, he is very smart and never forgets. He is familiar with the classics of Buddhism, Confucianism and Taoism. Taoism has a great dream, but he can't.

In order to solve his obsession, Mr. Meng Ren made an exception to ask him to do something else, which is similar to the dream Qianqiu. The dream seems to be real and like a change. He wrote down all the practice methods in the dream. He didn't know if they were feasible, but it was always right to write them down. If he had the chance to prove them later, it might have unexpected effects.

Ling Yun never seems to have any hope for the practice. The death of his father and uncle Ling, as well as Ling Tian's brother, are all due to his lack of strength.

Mr. Wang also said that different roads lead to the same goal. Ling Yun didn't believe that there was only this kind of practice in the world. It should be noted that the political affairs of the dynasty were constantly improved, and the theories of hundred schools and Mohist organization skills were constantly updated. This practice method has not been the same since ancient times. It's just that the corresponding system is not good.

Or in other words, Ling Yun is not suitable for this kind of practice, not suitable for this kind of universal practice.

This does not matter, there are always suitable for their own, natural I will be useful!

After Meng Ren left, the small house in the bamboo garden was deserted. There was a neighbor next door who liked drinking very much. Ling Yun didn't like drinking. He couldn't keep normal thinking after drinking and was easy to do some bad things. He had to keep sober thinking at all times. The name of the remaining sin in Ling's mansion was still worth a lot of wealth.

Meng Ren's departure didn't disturb Ling Yun's own rhythm. He experienced great changes when he was young, and he was precocious. He knew that human feelings were warm and cold. Ling Yun didn't know the origin of this mountain bamboo garden, and he didn't know how to get out, but he was not in a hurry. There was still time.

The neighbor of the drunkard was lying on the fence, pouting his ass, and said to Lingyun, "little Lingyun, your husband is very disappointed with you."

"Yes," Ling Yun sighed softly, "how do you know?"

The drunk neighbor laughs. No wonder Meng Ren likes such a smart boy. He travels around the world with Meng Ren. When he meets this little Ling Yun, he lives here. What Meng Ren likes is not Ling Yun's intelligence, but his kindness. One can know and accept evil, but be close to good.

Meng Ren is very disappointed with the world. In fact, it's not surprising to see things happen in King Ling's mansion. There are many things to kill meritorious officials in the past dynasties. That's how the emperor's mind works.

When Ling Yun was on the street, a kind-hearted man gave him a steamed bread, but he didn't accept it. Instead, he helped the kind-hearted man do a lot of things before he took the steamed bread with ease.

The vagrant child who got the fresh, soft and warm steamed bread didn't eat it for the first time. Instead, he went to the corner of the street where there was an old beggar who was always full of him. He gave him the steamed bread and went to find other ways to eat.

After that, he met Meng Ren. Meng Ren asked Xiao Lingyun, "you don't have enough to eat. Why do you want to give it to him? Besides, he will beat and scold you. "

Ling Yun said softly, "habit."

It's a good habit. Meng Ren laughed at that time. In the eyes of the drunkard neighbors, that's a fool. You can't eat enough and you have to think about others.

When Meng Ren brought the child back to the bamboo garden, he got along with him for a long time, and then realized that this kind-hearted child also had a strong sense of killing in his heart. As the world said, the devil was just a young child, and he suppressed it very well.

He's also gone to find out about Ling Wangfu. The boy's identity is also very interesting. His father was born in ghost Valley, and his mother's origin is not simple. He just can't find any clues. Even he can't find any clues. He can only be a member of the most top people in the world.

The more he thinks about it, the drunkard will feel that Meng Ren's value for this child is far higher than that of ordinary people. His identity is mysterious, but he is smart. If Ling Yun really sows the seeds of hatred in his heart for this hatred, he will only set off countless murders in the future.

The more you suppress the evil thoughts in your heart, the more powerful they are. For example, Buddhism's mind is full of emotions, which can only be solved by catharsis.

What's the point?

For some friars, the killing heart is very heavy, but it is excellent.

The drunkard neighbor said to Ling Yun, "boy, if your husband doesn't teach you to practice, how about learning sword from me?"

"As cheap as you?"

Ling Yun closed the book and rolled his eyes.

"If you can get three points of my true biography, you will be sure to run around the world without worry."

The drunk neighbor said triumphantly.

"Cut! Who do you think you are? "

Ling Yun is extremely disdainful.

The drunkard neighbor spat on his palm, rubbed it on his temples and wiped it back. His eyebrows were long and slender, and his figure was flying. "I'm not talented. I'm a hero in the world who gave me the name of sword God. I'm ashamed."

"Ah ~ Tui!" Ling Yun spat out a mouthful of phlegm, "who knows that sword God's elegant demeanor is peerless, with you this slovenly drunkard, it is a world of difference, don't put gold on your face."

A big one and a small one are separated by a fence, spitting and weeding with each other for a whole morning. With dry mouth, Xiao Lingyun can't compare with the shameless neighbor who is a drunkard. He is defeated and goes back to his room to cook by himself. In the afternoon, he will read again.

The scenery here is excellent. It's very quiet. It's a wonderful thing to make tea and read books. But drinking is also a great pleasure. The premise is that there is no such bad neighbor.

The drunk neighbor watched Ling Yun go in to cook and touched his chin. Meng Ren once sternly warned him, "this child's killing heart is too heavy. If you can't untie his heart knot, you can't teach him to practice martial arts before that."

"I'm not allowed to teach him how to practice martial arts, but I'm not allowed to teach him how to practice sword?" The drunk neighbor thinks that he is so smart that he can exploit the loophole of Mencius. There are ten thousand scholars in the world, but I am better than Mencius!

There are two systems of practice in this world. One is the road of eternal life that many people flock to. It is also divided into immortals and gods. Cultivating immortals and refining Qi, cultivating gods and refining soul are collectively referred to as friars.

Although it is also the road of longevity, compared with monks, it is closer to the secular world. Therefore, it is considered as a path and disliked by monks.

The world's sword cultivation is compatible with the advantages of the three ways: quenching body, refining Qi and cultivating soul. Therefore, sword cultivation is rare and has a high status. Xiaojianxiu, who is just one or two levels, is also a guest of honor when he comes to the ordinary friars' school.

Ling Yun's cultivation qualification is really not good. At best, he can reach the level of three or five realms, that is, the immortal guest in the eyes of secular mortals and the mountain people in the eyes of real monks.

Ling Yun is very good at reading and cooking. The food is very delicious. The drunk neighbor shrugs his nose. Ling Yun takes a plate and hands it to the drunk neighbor, "can this be counted as the reward for learning swords?"

"Bold enough!"

The drunk neighbor gave a thumbs up.

Ling Yun holds a bowl of rice and returns to the pot. Ling Yun likes to eat it most, "three meals a day, I can help you cook. Would you like me to practice sword?"

"Aren't you afraid I'll lie to you?"

The drunk neighbor looks suspicious. Isn't there any bad water in his stomach? Scholars are the most duplicative and crafty. They can't be cheated.

Ling Yun was silent for a while, and said softly, "even if it's the Kung Fu of a three legged cat, I don't need much ability to beat the emperor, do I?"

"It doesn't take much power."

The neighbor of the drunkard was smiling. As soon as his words changed, he patted Ling Yun on the shoulder across the fence. He looked very proud. "Boy, after you learn your sword, you'll be shameless to use it all over the world. There's no way to compare with you."

"Of course," Ling Yun learned very fast. In just one morning, he learned the "essence of Kendo" of the drunkard neighbor. He said, "when I carry forward your Kendo, I will surely make your name famous all over the world. When you go out, although you are half a master of big sword cultivation, no one dares to annoy you."

"I'll be waiting for the day when Lingyun sword is repaired!" The drunk neighbor gave a thumbs up again.

Ling Yun smiles and says, "your eyes are as good as my husband."

Ling Yun is really happy. He is not afraid of drunkards. His neighbors are not strong. As long as he can be led in, he can go on. The book says: where there is a will, there is a way!

I have Ling Yunzhi. Why don't I go to nine days!