Henghua

Chapter 2 Fengguan Wenbao Talks About Flower Visitors
With a dark face, Heng Hua slapped the table directly: "Old man, I am a talented person who preaches scriptures and studies, you let me go outside to fight? That's the work of the third brother and the others."

The exercise deduction is at a critical juncture, how can I be distracted and go out at this time?

Xiang Feng: "..."

He swallowed his words silently, but he didn't intend to take Xiao Liu'er out.

Since Xiaoliu lived in the Langhuan Pavilion 30 years ago, he has never gone out seriously at all. His fighting skills are too low.

Take him there, isn't it a burden for yourself?
He thought with distaste: The researchers who passed on scriptures and performed methods should honestly be protected within the clan.

"If you tell me to go, you can go. There's so much nonsense. You're a kid who doesn't go out of the gate. You're more delicate than a little girl. Letting you go out and see the world will be good for your future."

"It's not good. Instead, it delays my practice. The sutra-passing clansman like me, who deduces the exercises, is the brain of the entire Fu family. The future practice of the entire Fu family depends on my calculations. My existence is the hope of the Fu family's lintel." !"

Fu Henghua pointed at the tip of his nose, without the slightest bit of shame: "I am extremely weak in battle, if something bad happens when I go out, it will be the biggest loss for the Fu family. Don't say sorry to my parents, let alone my ancestors .Under the Nine Springs, great-grandfather and great-great-grandfather will beat you with a whip."

"You kid..."

Fu Danwei was furious, if it wasn't for the grandson he raised with his own hands, he would have slapped him.

"Hit me with a whip? The old man beat you to death first."

I am a dignified golden core monk, who would dare to talk to me like this on weekdays?
"There is no need to discuss this matter, and you don't even think about it. How many years have you not gone out?"

"Nonsense, I went out the day before yesterday."

"Yes, I came to Panlong Pavilion to greet the old man, and I didn't even go out to Panlong Island."

"It's not that close from Langhuan Hall to Longshou Peak, okay?"

Fu Danwei said with contempt on his face: "It's just a few miles away, you can reach it in just a few seconds after building your foundation and cultivation base, you don't have to walk, and you don't need to take your shoes with you.

"After paying my respects the day before yesterday, I will eat a bowl of Bi Mi Long Bamboo Rice and a 300-year-old dragon fish."

Panlong Island is not a big place, but it occupies the lower-grade Panlong's spiritual veins. It grows five grains and raises fish and livestock here. Moisturized by the spiritual veins, it naturally turns into spiritual grains and spiritual fish.

For monks, this kind of food is no worse than medicine pills.

"By the way, take away the ruby ​​ornament that the old man placed in the study—by the way, where is the old man's 'Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix'?"

Fu Danwei scanned around, but didn't see where the ornament was put.

Fu Henghua's eyes wandered for a moment: "It's on the third floor."

Sold, no, ready to sell.Continue to buy zombie figurines and deduce the exercises for our grandparents and grandchildren.

As a cultivator who performs exercises and imparts Dharma, Fu Henghua naturally does not simply perform exercises for others, he is also calculating his own practice methods.

And he despises low-level exercises, and is determined to tailor a top-level exercise for himself.

In addition, in the case that the elders in the family do not agree, it is necessary to calculate the infant transformation technique for the old man.

Naturally, the pocket money the old man gave me couldn't last.He needs to keep looking for the old man to act like a baby, play the autumn wind, and exchange things for money.

This is not enough, he also needs to help people deduce the exercises and translate ancient books from time to time in exchange for money.

but--

No one will pay any attention to a magician who is not well-known outside.He clearly advertised the business of "tailor-made exercises", but few people believed it.

Wouldn't it be better to ask the various sects to copy a copy of the exercises than to find an unknown magician?

Compared with a custom-made one for yourself, it is still a ready-made one that has been passed down for hundreds of years. The exercises that everyone practices make people believe.

The only one who asked him to order exercises.

The first demon cultivator, after Henghua finished calculating the skills, and the other party just got it, he immediately turned his face and wanted to kill him.As a result, the other party turned into ashes together with the universe bag.

Naturally, Henghua couldn't get the rest of the money, and he couldn't make a name for himself.

The second immortal cultivator swept away Fu Henghua's custom-made kung fu and disappeared, and he has only paid a deposit so far.He was so angry that his liver hurt those few days, and he almost went to his grandfather, begging for help in hunting him down.

But he didn't dare to say anything, so he could only suffer in silence.

Because the Fu family does not allow Fu Henghua to perform private calculations of exercises, let alone custom-made ones.If Fu Danwei knew, he would be the first to break his grandson's leg.

Fu Xiangfeng stepped forward at this time, and comforted his grandfather with kind words.

"You keep calming down. Xiao Liu'er is still young, so don't be as knowledgeable as him."

The descendants of monks have a lifespan of 60 years. In Fu Xiangfeng's eyes, [-]-year-old Fu Henghua is just a kid.

"If you don't want to go out, then don't go out. Tell him to go to your place to say hello, three times a day, it's right to exercise."

Heng Hua's eyes widened, staring straight at Fu Xiangfeng.

What a loss.Three times a day, how can I still have time to read and perform?

"Does the old man care about how many times he greets you? The old man is planning to let him go out! Do you know how many years he hasn't left the island?"

He gestured to Fu Xiangfeng: "Ten years, a whole ten years! This kid spends all day in the library, how could he get out of the Langhuan Hall on weekdays?"

Heng Hua yawned, too lazy to listen to the old man complaining.

Ten years, tired of hearing it.Still thinking about which book to read tonight.spell?No, it’s better to practice qigong, forget it, let’s talk about it…

"The farthest he has traveled in a day is from the Langhuan Hall to the Dragon Head Hall in front. Tell him not to just sit, but to walk around more. He never listens!"

"Why don't I exercise anymore?"

The boy came back to his senses, bared his teeth and waved his claws and said, "I exercise a lot on weekdays."

"Yeah, come on, tell your third brother, how do you exercise?"

Heng Hua raised his chin, and said confidently: "Practice the whip method and the wind-defying light-body method."

"Cut—whipping? You take a spinning top and a whip, and play a few laps at the gate of Langhuan Pavilion every day. That's exercise? Are you ashamed to say, do you practice whipping?"

Xiang Feng opened his mouth, unable to speak.

"A combination of work and rest, understand? My "Changchun Gong" needs to be still without moving. It is enough to breathe every day and bask in the sun."

Anyway, it's just a transition, and his real skills will be deduced soon.At that time, you will have to re-repair your Sangong, why bother to practice hard?

I chose "Changchun Gong" because it has the strongest effect of prolonging life and retaining beauty.

Now Heng Hua's face is as tender as that of fourteen or fifteen years old, all thanks to the "Changchun Kungfu"'s beauty-preserving effect.

Xiang Feng watched his grandfather and cousin quarreling, sighed, and didn't bother to pay attention.

After all, the cousin who was raised by his grandfather is not afraid of his grandfather's hot temper at all.

He looked at the interior decoration calmly. In the center of the hall stood four screens, enclosing a small study room.There are not only tables and chairs, bookcases, but also incense tables, tea tables, piano stands, and Bogu cabinets. There are all kinds of exquisite furnishings on the cabinets.

Suddenly, his eyes were attracted by a strange tower building on the cabinet.

The tall building has no cornices and corners, and is square and square, a cuboid the size of a palm.

Seeing that the object was pure white, Xiang Feng mistook it for an ornament carved from ivory.But when I walked over and took a closer look, I found that it was carved and piled up with long-grain rice.

This is the dragon scale rice produced on Panlong Island.

The rice grains are moist and white, and the inside has been carved empty, and there is a small house in each grain of rice.Eight or nine huts are piled up in one layer, and then the rice grains are layered on top of each other, and the scenes of the rooms are different.In some huts, there are even children, old and young, playing and reading.

After careful calculation, this palm-sized cuboid building has hundreds of rooms.

"Exquisite craftsmanship. Although I have practiced for a long time and studied swordsmanship intensively, I have never been good at such subtle tasks."

Over there, the grandparents and grandchildren quarreled to no avail, and saw Xiang Feng staring at the small ornaments in a daze.

Fu Danwei snorted softly: "Now, do you know how free your cousin is? Hiding in the library with nothing to do, what's the use of 'rice carvings' and 'sand carvings'? What's the use of playing with things?"

"Art, this is art. And practicing manual skills is helpful for conjugating spells."

"Che - you have this kung fu, why don't you practice swordsmanship. Walking outside, your kung fu of making spells and casting spells is enough for several swords."

Over there, the grandparents and grandchildren quarreled again.

Staring at the high-rise Mi Diao building, Xiang Feng saw a handful of gravel arranged as cubes.Each grain of sand is engraved with a character, which is very tiny.If it weren't for Xiang Feng's successful cultivation and his eyes like torches, he might not be able to see clearly:
The spirit does not wander out, the essence does not let up, and the qi does not dissipate.

The five elements and four images enter the central palace, so why worry about the golden elixir not being self-contained.

There is real time inside and there is response outside, and the eyes are full of empty flowers and white snow.

Yiyang came to Fuhai Zijiao, and Tuan Luanyue appeared in it.

……

After careful comprehension, Xiang Feng discovered that this poem was actually a practice formula.

He secretly marveled at his cousin's accomplishments in performing exercises.

After thinking about it, he felt ashamed: the third uncle and the third aunt passed away, and the cousin moved to Langhuan Hall by himself.I take good care of him on weekdays, and consciously repay the kindness of my uncle and aunt.But now my cousin engraves characters with sand grains and sculptures with rice grains, which shows how lonely he is on weekdays.This is my negligence.

After thinking about it, he said to Fu Henghua: "As monks of the family, we should fight for the family. You stay at home every day, how can you serve the family..."

Seeing Fu Henghua waving his identity jade badge, Xiang Feng suddenly remembered his identity and responsibilities, and held back the rest of his words.

"I don't just enjoy the protection of the family. I have made more contributions to the family than you, third brother. When you fight outside to gain territory, it is nothing more than a major or a few minor achievements. And I calculate the merits for the clan all day long. Dharma, great merit... huh... In the credit book, I alone can compare with all of us in the same generation."

"Cough cough..."

Xiang Feng resolutely changed his words: "Staying in the library every day will bore you to death sooner or later. You should go out more on weekdays to see the scenery and socialize with people. It's good to cultivate your sentiment and increase your knowledge."

"There is gold in the book, and there is love in the book. I am guarding the Langhuan Pavilion, and I can see the world in the book, the joys and sorrows. It is very good."

"Isn't this lonely? Except for Xiaoyu and Hengshou, you are so deserted, it's too miserable."

think carefully.If the grandfather is not around in ten years.The rest of Baihuangtang moved away, but his cousin stayed on Panlong Island, wouldn't it be more lonely?
Xiang Feng immediately understood the kindness of his grandfather, and persuaded him to travel.

But after hearing this, Fu Henghua kept shaking his head: "I read and have fun every day, and I practice mystical skills, and I have a lot of friends to accompany me. It's very good, and I'm not lonely at all."

"Friend?"

Fu Xiangfeng looked weird, and subconsciously looked at Fu Danwei.

He was stuck in the library all day, where did his friend come from?

Fu Danwei thought of something, sneered twice, and stood on one side with his arms folded: "Boy, introduce your friends to your third brother to recognize them."

Heng Hua rolled his eyes and didn't bother to pay attention to him: "Old man, my name is Feng Ya, do you understand Feng Ya?"

"Scorched branches and dead leaves will die at the end of the year; mud-bodied porcelain pieces will shatter when touched. How can we talk about 'elegance' for such dead things?"

Seeing his grandfather and grandson talking back and forth, Xiang Feng said kindly: "If you have friends, introduce brother Yu to meet him. Coincidentally, when you come back this time, brother Yu has brought a lot of gifts, so you can give them a meeting gift."

"That's not necessary, the third brother will give it all to me."

Xiang Feng smiled and said, "Your share is absolutely indispensable. But everyone of your friends should also have a share."

After listening, Heng Hua pointed at the desk.

Objects flew over the table.

"Come on, come and greet my third brother."

First, a few writing brushes flew over one after another, turning into slender literati one after another, nodding to Fu Xiangfeng.

"This is my family letter, nicknamed 'Devotion to the Scholars'. My confidant, we meet day and night, and we can't break it for 30 years."

Another pair of golden paper-cutting scissors flew over with a "click, click" and circled Xiangfeng three times, making the image of a woman in golden clothes.

Heng Hua said again: "This is Qi Sifeng, elegantly known as 'Quaige Yinjun'."

"..."

Fu Xiangfeng's face was stiff, and his smile could hardly be maintained.

Then another seal flew in.

"This is Mr. Mingxin."

Heng Hua clapped his hands, and mana entered the seal.Turned into a young man in white who was three points similar to Heng Hua.

With a smile on his face, the young master saluted Xiang Feng Jishou and returned to the table.

Xiang Feng opened his mouth and stared at these study objects in a daze.

Pen holder, water stand, paperweight, inkstone...

Heng Hua rolled the names one by one, and let them transform into human figures to salute, and then returned to the original place.

At the end, a bamboo cage bounced and came from the bed.There are two small balls shaking back and forth inside, and the bell rings.

Heng Hua: "It's getting hotter in the summer of Rili the previous day, and my new favorite is 'Mrs. Bamboo'."

Mrs. Bamboo is also a young slave.Bamboo weaving utensils, used for cooling in summer.

Turning into a beauty in Tsing Yi, after bowing deeply to Xiang Feng, she returned to Chuang Tang again.

Taking a deep breath, Fu Xiangfeng forced a smile: "Cousin, are these your so-called friends?"

How boring it would be to name Wenbao and appoint an official!
"It's more than that. There are also a group of flower guests outside my library."

"Come in spring, watch the bewitching fights and dances for favor. In summer, chat with the scholars of Youxi. In the golden autumn, go to the Shouke Banquet and eat the rocky osmanthus wine. In the winter season, sleep with Qinghan and wait for the dawn of spring."

Listening to him, Xiang Feng was momentarily at a loss.

Fu Danwei snorted: "This kid is talking about the flowers and plants at the entrance of the library.

"The monster is the peach blossom. The gorgeous one is the apricot blossom. When spring comes, he looks at the peach blossoms and apricots competing for beauty from the window. Youxi is a thing of orchid lotus, which is loved by Taoist monks like us, so we can talk about it. Ying, sweet-scented osmanthus. Mid-autumn moon, he enters the chrysanthemum bushes and eats sweet-scented osmanthus wine. The so-called poor guests are plum blossoms and wintersweet. In winter, when all the flowers wither, he waits for the next spring with plum blossoms and wintersweet.

"He has lived in the library for 30 years, and he has watched thirty rounds of spring, summer, autumn and winter here."

Naming the flowers is fun.

Xiang Feng thought for a while, and asked tentatively, "Xiao Liu'er plans to enlighten these flowers and trees and create some flower and tree elves?"

When he traveled abroad, he also saw a monk raising a group of flower essence harems, having fun every day.

"The success of plants and trees depends on chance. If my flower guests have this opportunity, I will not be stingy in teaching the Dharma. If it's just the four seasons and turn dry and prosperous, then let them go."

Having been a human being for two lifetimes, and spending 30 years in the library to cultivate his character, Heng Hua has a very open mind.

"Okay, third brother, grandfather. You don't have to worry about me. If I feel bored, I will go out for a walk."

Seeing that Xiang Feng wanted to persuade him again, Heng Hua pointed to the fish pond outside the door and said: "These fish are playing and swaying in the water, do third brother think they are happy or bitter?"

"I'm not a fish, how do I know they are suffering and happy?"

"Third brother is not a fish, he doesn't know the joy of fish. It's not me either, he doesn't know my joy."

Reading and acting, leisurely.

The only thing Heng Hua cares about right now is his grandfather's ten-year longevity.

For this reason, he will inevitably run around in the near future, but not now.

Wind Gate Island, there is no point in going there.

Ke Fudanwei's attitude is very firm this time:

"There is no room for refusal on this matter. Go around with your third brother, no matter how hard you deduce the exercises, your own practice will not fall behind. I don't want to hear again that a foundation-building cultivator can't beat the Qi-refining period and has become a master of various disciplines. Big family joke."

Suddenly, Fu Henghua fell silent.

He crossed his arms and seemed to be thinking about something.

Fu Danwei felt that the other party was speechless, and continued with shame on his face, "Although the boy from the Wei family is a sword practice wizard, and recently joined the East China Sea Sword Sect. But at the beginning, you couldn't beat the Qi refining stage in the foundation building stage. Aren't you ashamed?"

The Wei family and the Fu family are old enemies.

Ten years ago, Fu Danwei let this kid go out only once because of his good talk.In the end, the genius of the Wei family blocked the door.Not to mention the fiasco, this kid even used this as an excuse to hide in the Langhuan Hall and never go out again.

He said it was too dangerous outside.A wise man who is not suitable for his calculations.

"When the old man was your age, not to mention beating all the invincible opponents around, but he would not lose to a mere little Qi Refining monk."

Heng Hua said quietly: "Today is the seventh day of April, counting the time, the idiot of the Wei family should be dead, right?"

"Dead? Can you figure out whether he is dead or not?"

Hearing that the Wei family's sword repair genius, Xiang Feng's heart moved, his eyes became subtle.

"It's not shameful to lose once," Fu Danwei said earnestly. "Go out with your third brother honestly and improve your fighting skills a lot. Win it back next time. You know, no one can win forever. One time Defeat is nothing."

"Grandfather believes that with your talent, you will definitely defeat that kid next time you meet him."

No, don't believe it.

Fu Danwei didn't believe in his heart that his own lazy guy who was not good at fighting could beat his kendo wizard.

That was a swordsman who swept away the younger generation.According to the estimates of their group, it only takes 80 years for that kid to forge a golden pill.

However, let the grandson go out to see the scenery and have more freedom.It is also one of the few things you can do before you die.

Thinking of this, and looking at the two grandsons in front of him, Fu Danwei fell into grief.

"Turn around, the old man will pass on his magic weapon to you. If you meet that guy again, just—"

"Grandfather, maybe you don't need to fight. If Xiao Liuer meets Wei Xingyu again..."

"Definitely win!"

Fu Danwei came back to his senses and winked at Xiang Feng frequently.

Although he knew he couldn't win, but in order to let this kid go out, he had to say something nice.

Xiang Feng said helplessly: "When I came back, I did see people from the Donghai Sword Sect go to Wei's family to report the funeral. There is a high probability that it is Wei Xingyu."
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Supplement:

When Tianzu was young, he liked reading and was very elegant. He often had fun with flowers and named it Wenbao.Today Baoya said below, the fact comes from this.

——"The Chronicle of the Fu Family · The Biography of Fu Henghua"

(End of this chapter)