Huaiyang County, where Chenzhou Prefecture is located, has a long history. In fact, it is even on the ancient capitals of Chang'an and Luoyang. As far as the art of war is concerned, Huaiyang is also a battleground for strategists. However, since the pre-Qin period, Huaiyang has gradually declined and is no longer valued by those in power. In particular, the more stable the world is, places like Huaiyang, which is neither a national capital nor an important town, are less and less inclined to accept resources, and the development speed is even lower than that of border towns, As soon as you enter the city, you can feel the thick twilight.
These twilight comes not only from the proportion of the age level of pedestrians on the street, but also from the sounds and smiles on their faces. They are procrastinating and slow. To say good, they are not surprised, and Mount Tai collapses in front without changing his face. To say bad, they are slow and indifferent.
Remembering that he was just at the gate of the city, the city guard didn't change his face when he saw Xiaohui's waist token. Li Luoyang felt that there was no hope in the city. The communication channels between the upper and lower levels had almost been completely blocked. There was no new water impact, and it was slowly becoming a stagnant water.
"Dong Ming, go and ask the shopkeeper if you can hire a carriage. It will take half a month to walk from here to Luoyang. Don't go."
Although traveling is a practice, Li Luoyang doesn't want to practice any more. His legs have softened every day these days, and even his shoes have been changed into three pairs. He misses those sports brands in future generations. If he can wear the self-contained air cushion, maybe he can walk a few more miles a day.
Xiaohui is lying on the bed with a earthy face. He is shaking all the way on the scooter. He is about to collapse. If he has a choice, he may prefer to walk rather than lie down again. If monk Jia, who is proficient in the art of Astragalus, is not around, Xiaohui feels that he must have died and died of vomiting.
Along the way, Li Luoyang didn't waste time. The famous saying "don't practice manual skills for a day" urged him to replace the knife with wood every night and continue to study Li Jing's knife technique. From the time he went out to now, he was almost finished learning Li Jing's knife technique, but he had a long way to go to master it.
While practicing the sabre technique, Li Luoyang is also urging Dong Ming to practice the introductory Kung Fu of breathing and breathing. Although Dong Ming is older than Li Luoyang, Li Luoyang tells Dong Ming with his own experience that practicing martial arts has nothing to do with age. The key is to master the correct method and perseverance.
Li Luoyang thinks he has the right way. As for perseverance, Dong Ming is not bad. After all, he is a child of a poor family. In this regard, he is generally better than that kind of spoiled child. Monk Jia didn't know the relationship between Li Luoyang at the beginning. After hearing that Xiao Hui and Dong Ming called Li Luoyang "master", he finally believed that Li Luoyang, the youngest, was the one with higher seniority.
However, monk Jia always believes that Dong Ming and Xiao Hui, especially Xiao Hui, have no need to start internal practice again. After all, the age is there. If you want to achieve results in internal practice, you may get half the result with twice the effort. In monk Jia's own words, he won't ask for trouble.
Li Luoyang laughed off monk Jia's views. He accepted Xiao Hui because of his sincerity and special identity; As for accepting Dong Ming, it's because I feel pity for Dong Ming. It's similar to seeing stray cats and dogs on the street. It's just that I didn't meet them. When I really bumped into myself, I will be more or less compassionate.
Of course, these are superficial. Li Luoyang is not a kind of good man. At least he has an idea in his subconscious mind - to improve his understanding of martial arts by teaching martial arts.
It's hard to make progress behind closed doors, but it's also very difficult for Li Luoyang to compete with others. However, it's possible to figure out some of the refined ways repeatedly by teaching martial arts, and the effect is very remarkable.
It's not that anyone can succeed in cultivating with the same secret collection. Most people don't have the words and deeds of the master. In the end, they either accomplish nothing or directly abolish their own practice. If Li Luoyang advances by leaps and bounds and can find another way, it can be said that there is no one in ten thousand, or even none of 100000. Many of them are inspired by teaching disciples.
Monk Jia is obviously a loner. Li Luoyang doesn't know where monk Jia's Kung Fu comes from, but he must have no apprentice, so he can't know Li Luoyang's feeling.
The four stayed in Chenzhou for three days. On the one hand, they wanted to rest their feet. On the other hand, monk Jia needed to buy some medicinal materials to process the wound medicine, not only Xiaohui, but also the wound medicine. Monk Jia didn't have the chance to use these wound medicine when he lived alone in the mountains and forests, but now he has returned to the prosperous world. From his feeling of Li Luoyang, Prepare some wound medicine. It's safe.
For monk Jia's "prediction", Li Luoyang feels very innocent. Is it true that he is a broom star and will bring blood and death wherever he goes?
Xiao Hui has a more pertinent evaluation on this. First of all, he thinks that monk Jia is too arbitrary. Li Luoyang is not so terrible. At least every time, Li Luoyang is in danger. The people around Li Luoyang, such as him, should be really unlucky.
"I'm too lazy to argue with you. If there's a similar danger next time, you can push me out and see who's unlucky, Oki?"
"What does Oki mean?"
Monk Jia touched his bald head and asked.
"It's not interesting. I just greet you. The carriage is coming. Let's go."
From the board car made by monk Jia himself to the carriage, Xiao Hui felt that the whole person was as comfortable as going to heaven, although in Li Luoyang's view, the carriage was still bumpy.
The biggest advantage is that there is enough space in the carriage, which can not only make Xiao Hui lie comfortably, but also squeeze Li Luoyang and others in it. Monk Jia generously left the carriage for Li Luoyang's three teachers and disciples, which is convenient to speak.
"Master, this monk Jia is not simple. If I remember correctly, there are some records about the surname Jia in our six doors."
Xiao Hui asked Li Luoyang to put his ears close to him before he whispered.
"Oh? What's the problem that deserves the attention of the six doors?" Li Luoyang frowned. He was afraid to be heard by monk Jia, so he kept his voice low.
"Jia LANGXIAN was once arrested by the imperial court for participating in the restoration of Li and Tang Dynasties. His family was sentenced to three thousand li in exile. This monk Jia must be the descendant of Jia LANGXIAN."
In fact, monk Jia didn't deliberately hide anything in this matter, but every time he said it, he crooked the building and lost the following. Li Luoyang admires Xiao Hui's memory, but considering that Xiao Hui may only see those records in six doors in addition to his martial arts in his mind, it's no surprise that he has "broad knowledge and strong memory" in this regard.
"What, are you going to catch him?"
Li Luoyang sat upright and asked with a smile.