Where the wind chimes sound, there is a god

Chapter 4: Ancient Clan History, in the Marketplace

The opening paragraph is a mysterious outline: "

Tianhe Yuling Kanshui Zhenjing
The two energies are divided into three talents, and the four seasons form all things. The rise and fall of human life is all in the five elements. And because of the infiniteness of Qiankun Bagua, the heavenly stems and earthly branches are derived to divide the five elements.

In the Five Elements and Eight Diagrams, the Kan is water, the Golden Palace faces the Yuan, and the vast water virtue resides in the Kan position. When it meets the water position again, it is determined to be a fairy of clouds and water. Ren water flows through the river, the virtue of being firm and upright, and it flows around without stagnation. It penetrates the roots and penetrates the Gui, rushing to the sky and the earth. If it changes, it will be affectionate, and if it follows, it will help each other. "

The rest is the wonderful method of cultivation in the three realms. In the first realm, the yang water from the mountains, rivers and lakes is combined with the yin water from the rain and mud. The yin and yang waters combine and become a wisp of Kan water energy, which can correct the spirit of the whole body and stabilize the energy of the self.

The second and third realms were even more mysterious. There were even many ancient characters that he did not recognize and he needed to look up ancient books. Only the first realm was transformed into today's characters through the practice of hundreds of generations of clan leaders. Otherwise, he still could not understand it at all.

In addition, there was a section of ancient characters in the second to last paragraph of the Secret Techniques Chapter, which was not similar to the current Da Jin Tong Zhuan, and he could not understand it at all.

The last paragraph is the Da Jin Tong Zhuan script used in recent calendars, which reads: "If there is anyone who reaches the age of twenty and has mastered the first realm, the book should be burned immediately, and not a single word should be left.

This secret book has been passed down from generation to generation in our clan. There must not be more than two people who have seen this book in the world. Otherwise, they will be sinners who betray their master and ancestors and ruin their family and clan!"

Chen Beimo flipped through the ancient book back and forth. The 715 generations of clan leaders from ancient times to the present spanned thousands of years of history. Of course, this book had undergone many reforms, but through these short words, one could still feel how terrifying the Qishan Wang family was.

But now what he has in his hand is just an ancient book of a fallen clan.

There is also that strange way of cultivation, which does not look like internal energy, but also does not look like the legendary method of cultivating immortals. It is just closely related to the Taoist Eight Trigrams and the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches.

Moreover, not a single word of experience was passed down in the secret teachings, which gave Chen Beimo a headache.

But it is an ancient method after all, a method that has been around for thousands of years, different from today's methods. He has to give it a try anyway!

Chen Beimo was not in a hurry to try them out immediately, because he was not very clear about the principles of qi circulation in some of the acupoints, and the strange theory of the five elements could not be understood in a short time.

He carefully put away the ancient book, and suddenly a piece of blue rice paper fell out from between the pages.

Chen Beimo bent down to pick it up, but was stunned when he took a closer look. Because this was written by his master.

"My disciple Beimo, when you read this book, your master has already gone to hell. Please listen to your life story slowly as I tell you...

"

It took Chen Beimo a full quarter of an hour to finish reading the suicide note, and he also understood his own life experience.

It turned out that in his early years, when the master was practicing this ancient Qigong on the bank of Yujiang River, he attracted a huge python with a wooden basin in its tail. There was a word "Chen" engraved on the bottom of the basin. Master Wang Xian has always worshipped snakes, so he saved himself.

Afterwards, the master took Chen as his surname, and because he missed his hometown in the north after many years and his memory of it was fading, he gave him the name Beimo.

Talking about his special abilities, the old master excitedly said that he might be the most likely person in the Wang family to cultivate this ancient method to the second level.

As for the ancient method, legend has it that the ancestor of the Wang family once worshipped Liu Xian for many years in order to obtain magical skills. Unfortunately, no one has cultivated to the second level for hundreds of generations.

But just practicing the first level can prolong life, improve hearing and eyesight, heal injuries, and has many other magical benefits.

However, there is no mention of immortal methods, and if it is said that the internal force is cultivated, it is only a little agility, which is far from comparable to the ordinary martial arts internal skills. But once you practice this method, you can no longer practice the internal skills in the martial arts.

Chen Beimo pondered in his heart that this technique was most likely an ancient method of internal energy that was intended to preserve life. In his previous life, he had heard that some of the most sacred internal energy techniques could prolong life and keep one young, and were even close to immortal techniques.

The paper also said that the senior brother had a good physique, and that his master had laid the foundation for him in martial arts when he was young. Now that he had learned martial arts, he should be able to create a name for himself. When the time comes, the two brothers will combine their internal martial arts skills with this ancient method, hoping that it will be of some help so that they can get a glimpse of the second ancient realm.

The wind and rain outside the attic were getting stronger, and the spring thunder was rumbling and glittering across the sky, illuminating the handsome face of Chen Beimo in the attic. Even though this ancient method seemed useless, it was the only method that he had come into contact with that was neither immortal nor magical, so he had to give it a try.

Before I knew it, it was already the Yin hour. In another hour, it would probably be dawn. A black snake head jumped out from the wooden ladder of the attic and slowly crawled across the floor. The snake's belly was visibly bulging against the wooden floor. It carefully crawled towards the small bamboo basket nest.

Chen Beimo glanced at it and said, "Did you go out to steal food again? Your favorite food is not the chicken from Grandma Wang San's house, nor the duckling from Aunt Zhao's house."

Xiao Hei raised his head and spit out his snake tongue, as if to say, "I don't have it, I don't have it.

"

Chen Beimo looked at it for a few times. The black snake actually looked a little guilty and crawled into its nest dejectedly and lay quietly.

Speaking of Xiao Hei, he was hatched from a snake egg and broke out of his shell on his own body.

Master Wang had hung a round jade bead the size of an egg on the head of his bed since he was a child, and he had kept it there for seven or eight years. Later, when Chen Beimo traveled through the body that had fallen into the water, one day, he was awakened by the itchiness on his face, and when he opened his eyes and looked at it in the moonlight, he was so frightened that his soul flew away.

A tiny snake was lying on his face and spitting out its tongue. The snake exuded a moist black glow under the moonlight, but it frightened him so much that his legs went weak and he struggled and screamed.

The little snake back then is today's Xiao Hei. It has grown from less than one foot to nearly eight feet now, almost as tall as an adult man.

Chen Beimo had also gotten used to its existence, and even often felt that Xiao Hei was the jade bead that the master hung on the head of his bed. However, the master had never mentioned it, and he thought it was too unbelievable and did not dare to be sure.

The family has also become accustomed to Xiao Hei's presence. Although the senior brother dislikes it for eating food for free, he still feeds it some eggs.

After a long time, I just treated it as raising a kitten or a puppy and got used to it.

He shook his head and stopped thinking about it. He got up, closed the small attic window, blew out the oil lamp in the lampshade, and fell asleep in the dim light.

……

The next morning, it was his senior brother who went up to the attic to wake him up.

Chen Beimo rubbed his eyes, stood up and sat on the edge of the couch with his eyes closed to relax. The small window opened by his senior brother revealed the bright daylight, and there were noisy sounds of hawking along the street, the sound of people and horses, and the air was filled with the aroma of the Yangchun noodles from Grandma Wang San's house, and the aroma of the burnt golden brown large pancakes from Aunt Zhao's family on the right.

"What a nice smell..." he muttered, finally opened his eyes, stood up and stretched. The white tight-fitting shirt outlined the boy's tall and thin body. He touched the back of his waist and found that the shirt was a little short.

A 裌衣 is underwear, and in common parlance it is a general term for autumn clothes and autumn trousers.

He estimated that he had grown taller, about seven and a half feet tall. One foot in Dajin was estimated to be about 23 centimeters, so he was only about 1.73 meters tall now.

But think about it, in ancient times, it was already good for a sixteen-year-old boy to be this tall, but he looked thin because he fell into a water and got sick when he was young.

Chen Beimo put on a long gown and simply tied up his long hair with a wooden hairpin. In ancient times, both men and women grew long hair because their hair was given by their parents and they did not dare to damage it.

He walked down from the attic to the backyard, and heard Aunt Zhao next door cursing in a stern voice: "Which wicked old thief stole my ducklings again? He stole four or five ducklings in a month. How shameless! Could it be that he was short of people and had to resort to animals to make up the numbers?..."

Aunt Zhao's family lives next to the right wall, and Grandma Wang San's house is across the left wall. On weekdays, if you shout, all three families can almost hear it.

Chen Beimo's face was a little embarrassed. It must be that Xiao Hei visited the group of ducklings at Aunt Zhao's house again last night. This was a common occurrence. Anyway, the only people Xiao Hei could visit were either the neighbors on the left or the right.

"Brother, come and eat."

The senior brother came out from the kitchen with a pot of steaming steamed dumplings and greeted him.

"Hey, good."

Chen Beimo hurried to the well and fetched half a bucket of water, then wiped his teeth with a special willow branch, which was the toothbrush used by the ancients.

Then I washed my face with clean water. The cool well water brushed across my face, refreshing and invigorating. After wiping off the water, I took a long breath, and the fresh air was refreshing.

He looked up at the sky. This was the ancient times with beautiful mountains, clear waters, blue skies and clear land. He was not an outsider, but one of the countless living beings in this era.

Chen Beimo was awakened by the growling of his hungry stomach. He walked towards the east wing. There was a square wooden table and four long wooden benches in the room, which was about ten feet in radius. His senior brother was sitting on a bench, holding a steamed bun in one hand and a plate of pickles with chopsticks in the other. There was also a bowl of thin rice porridge in front of him.

Seeing his senior brother sitting casually, he couldn't help but be stunned and said, "Senior brother, you..."

"What's wrong?" Li Yunhuai, who was chewing pickles, turned around and asked him in confusion.

"All the rules that Master taught you..."

"What are the rules?" Li Yunhuai swallowed his rice and called out, "Come, come, come and eat. We have to listen to whoever is in charge.

I am the head of the family now, there are no rules at all."

Chen Beimo had no choice but to say "oh" and casually sat down and picked up the noodle soup to eat. He picked up a piece of sour and salty pickled vegetables with chopsticks and ate the soft, plump and hot noodle soup. It was really satisfying.

In the past, when the master was around, they had to wait until the whole family of three were present and sat upright before having a meal. Then the master would sit at the top seat, roll up his sleeves, pick up his chopsticks and take the first bite before they could start eating.

Moreover, there were a lot of rules such as keeping quiet while eating, not talking, not eating too fast, not turning over the dishes at random, etc. Now that the master is gone, my brother has forgotten all of them.

"Junior brother, I will go to the street to buy you some more pickles, rice, flour, oil and salt. After I leave, you will have to cook for yourself and you can't be lazy and sleep in."

"Ahem, what you said is right, Senior Brother." Chen Beimo nodded in response. He had always relied on his weak body to get up at 9:00 every day. Not to mention cooking, the food was cold. He heated up the food himself and sat in the backyard watching his senior brother working in front of the store.

Sishi is after 10 o'clock in the morning. In ancient times, if you haven't gotten up by this time, you can really be considered lazy. But with the love of his master and indulgence of his senior brothers, he got used to it.

"I gave the five acres of land on the mountain to Grandma Wang San to cultivate. If you don't want to cook in the future, you can go to her noodle shop to eat. It's okay to eat there every day, four seasons a year." The senior brother took a sip of porridge and said as he thought.

"Well, then, senior brother, you don't have to waste money on buying rice, flour, oil, and salt. I'll just eat at Third Grandma's house every day from now on." Chen Beimo's eyes lit up when he heard this.

"What are you thinking, kid!" Li Yunhuai couldn't help but knock on his head, "You can't go to someone's house to eat every day. You might make them poor. I said that you can go to eat every day, but it's just a saying. If you really go to Third Granny's house every day, Daxi will not agree."

"If you are so lazy, you will be beaten by your wife with a broom when you get married." Li Yunhuai shook his head, "Forget it, just live a good life at home, spread out the umbrella, and be careful when working, so that customers don't come back to you to lecture you.

......"

It was almost noon when the senior brother finally finished his lecture and went out to buy something, leaving Chen Beimo alone at home to look after the yard. He breathed a sigh of relief and said to himself, "It turns out that everyone will become nagging once they become the head of the family."

The front door and the backyard were both closed, and there was no one around. He walked into the yard and called out softly. Soon, a rustling sound was heard, and nine snakes crawled out from the two persimmon trees in the yard, the small bamboo, and the vegetable garden. They were mainly gray, black, and brown, and there were two emerald green bamboo snakes.

Xiao Hei in the attic also twisted his body and crawled out. As soon as he appeared, all the snakes made way for him and stood closest to his owner with their necks raised.

Chen Beimo took a basket of eggs from the kitchen and said with a smile: "Brother, you have a bad memory. You go out to buy so many things that you can't remember how many eggs you have when you come back. It's a good time to feed you so that you won't run to the neighbor's house to steal them again."

As he said this, he put the basket on the ground. Ten house snakes crawled into it, coiling their bodies together and gathering in the basket, which made people feel creepy.

"You are not allowed to go!"

Chen Beimo grabbed Xiao Hei's body and pulled out half of its head that was in the basket, but Xiao Hei still swallowed the two eggs in one gulp.

"You stole some food last night, but you're still not full? Do you still want to fight with them?"

Xiao Hei stretched out his tongue, as if savoring the deliciousness of the fresh eggs. Seeing that he was unhappy, he turned his head to the side and rubbed his calf, looking like a spoiled child.

"You can't go there to eat this month, or I'll lock you up in the dark room, do you hear me?" Chen Beimo kicked Xiao Hei away and put the empty basket back into the kitchen, "Go back to your own places."

The snakes obediently dispersed and hid in every corner of the courtyard. Fortunately, Tingyu Pavilion was large enough, with a courtyard of more than 300 to 400 square meters.

Such a large house was taken by the master from the military households when the Jin army entered the city. Later, when the Jin Dynasty registered the household registration to stabilize the people's hearts, the master became the owner of Tingyu Pavilion with a legal and legitimate status.

(End of this chapter)