Chapter 84 (1/2)

Eight nine Xuangong must be learned!

Lu Chuan's eyes flashed a decisive color.

Although immortal Yuding has thousands of Taoism, the most valuable one is the eight or nine Xuangong.

There are many monsters in the world, and they also have some ways of change, but most of their ways of change are illusions cast by magic.

Although magic can deceive some ordinary people, it can't deceive the eyes of those who get the Tao.

Taoism has Dharma eyes, Buddhism has insight!

These are the fruits of many years of hard work by practitioners. They can see through the magic tricks of monsters.

But eight or nine Xuangong is different!

The eight nine Xuangong is said to have infinite movements and changes. It's nothing to become everything in the world, and the immortal's magic eye and insight can't see it.

Yang Jian relied on the eight nine Xuangong to come and go freely under the eyes of a group of Taoist immortals.

Just as immortal Yuding said: you have achieved eight or nine mysteries, and you can be in the world!

The night is deep.

In the night sky, a bright moon hung high, and the bright moonlight sprinkled into the house through the window.

Lu Chuan came outside to practice, but as soon as he went out, he saw a man sitting on a big stone in front of the cliff, and a dog squatting under the stone.

I looked up at the bright moon in the night sky at a 45 degree angle.

”Look up at the moon, bow your head and think of your hometown!” Lu Chuan chanted a poem that responded to both emotion and scenery.

There are already poems in this era, but they are not Tang poems, but poems such as the book of songs.

The book of songs is said to be a collection of poems of the Western Zhou Dynasty compiled by Confucius. The poems at this time are very different from those of the Tang Dynasty recited by him.

Therefore, it is impossible to make a living with Tang poetry and Song poetry.

It's a pity that I'm full of experience!

Lu Chuan sighed in his heart and walked towards the figure.

The big black dog was on alert for an instant.

Yang Jian just looked back and didn't speak.

”Elder martial brother Yang, why haven't you slept so late?”

Lu Chuan didn't say anything. He went to a big stone next to him and sat down. He also looked up at the moon.

”Can't sleep!” Yang Jian said.

”Miss your family?” Lu Chuan asked with a smile.

He knows more about Yang Jian's past.

Speaking of him, he is also a poor man.

My father was killed by my uncle, and my mother was suppressed by my uncle with Taoshan. My brother died in order to save their brothers and sisters

Although this is a family ethics play of their family, it began as a comedy and ended up as a tragedy.

”Whose poem did you just sing?”

Yang Jian's answer was not what he asked, but asked him instead.

”Li Bai's.” Lu Chuan said with a smile.

There were countless poets in previous history, but his favorite poet was Li Bai.

Yang Jian was slightly stunned and frowned, ”who is Li Bai?”

Lu Chuan was speechless.

How can he answer this? Can he say: elder martial brother Yang, you can see him in thousands of years?

What if Yang Jian asked again: how do you know about people thousands of years later

”He is a good friend of mine. His literary talent is excellent. Unfortunately, God is jealous of talents and dies young!”

Lu Chuan's nonsense, a ”premature death” completely blocked Yang Jian's mouth

Yang Jian was silent and quietly looked up at the moon.

Lu Chuan also looks at the moon.

Then neither of them spoke.

After a long time, Yang Jian suddenly turned his head and said, ”younger martial brother Lu, who else is in your family?”

Lu Chuan said with a smile, ”Dad.”

”Where's your mother?”

Lu Chuan's smile slowly disappeared.

He looked a little complicated. He couldn't tell whether it was sadness or regret.

”Dead!”