"Xiao Wen, I heard from our colleague's daughter that there is a book called "Blowing the Light" online now. Please show it. If you want it, go out and buy me one, so that you can't do anything at home every day." Wen Yang's mother said to Wen Yang in the study while watching TV, "I know, I will be able to use it. I just finished the exam. My father finally didn't take me to practice survival. You have to borrow a book. Is it easy for me? Don't you know I'm the flower of the motherland? Oh, dizzy..." Wen Yang

He answered casually and found that while speaking, he lost the goal in his live football, and the goal was his old opponent, Barcelona. "Come on, the motherland is not a cactus plant for you." Wen Yang's mother also inherited the tradition of Tianjin people and fought back casually. "If you have it, can't I go?" Wen Yang wisely ended this war that was destined to be unsuccessful. He put on a T-shirt randomly and walked towards the bookstore downstairs.

"This ghost is full, so I'm full. I'm not sure what kind of lights you can do. I'm really paying attention to energy conservation and emission reduction. Hey, boss, come here to me, that ghost blows lights, hey, right, 22? So expensive, you don't say you're going to get a 20% discount. Is down jackets in department stores 50% off now?" After this series of complaints, I finally took the book home.

"Mom, I bought the book for you." "Let's put it there first. I'll organize a trip in the factory these two days." "You...ah" Wen Yang, who collapsed, threw the book on his desk and continued to play football. [bsp;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                

Wen Yang's grandfather lives in the same house with two single beds. Grandpa has loved this only grandson since he was a child. He has no hobbies and just likes reading books. When he saw Wen Yang coming over with a book, he asked, "I'm the book, it's new enough." "Don't mention it, my mother insists on buying it. It's called Ghost Blowing Light. She won't read it after buying it. Now, I've taken over the spark of revolution." Wen Yang lay down on the bed helplessly. Obviously, he didn't have much hope for this book.

"Oh, grandpa, do you think this is true? Feng Shui is so amazing. If you really want to fight, you won't send it." "Wow, this is so handsome. I would be so good if I looked for a dragon and pointed it into a hole." "Grandpa. Have you seen such a thing when you were a child?" "Grandpa" In the next few days, Wen Yang went completely crazy, pestering his grandfather to tell him such a story, trying to find out the truth that proves the existence of Feng Shui. At first, my grandfather would say "I haven't seen it before." In the end, he simply ignored it.

Unsatisfied, Wen Yang opened a series of information about Feng Shui and geomancy, etc., and started a series of knight-related information that countless young people like to be. "Ha, I'll find it without any effort. "Maoshan Jiulong Divine Art" by Taoist Master Maoshan personally passed on the correspondence course registration fee of 5,000, which was a bit expensive, but it's a big fight back." Wen Yang quickly transferred the money he planned to learn his driver's license according to the address, and began to wait with excitement.

The other party believed it. Two days later, a copy of the textbook was placed on Wen Yang's desk. Several small round characters, Maoshan Jiulong magic, showed that the book might contain a shocking secret, just like Wesley's "The Gods", and finally achieved enlightenment and ascension.

Wen Yang's grandfather has been very strange these days. Wen Yang basically doesn't sleep every night. He hid in the study and didn't know what to do. He looked mysterious. At this age, it's not okay to not sleep every day. Today is the day to get a score in the college entrance examination. Wen Yang and a few classmates went to a party. Grandpa walked into his study and a familiar smell that seemed familiar and familiar into his nose. "Cinnabar? What is this child doing?" In fact, Wen Yang's grandfather could smell it because of his familiarity and feeling. Water flying cinnabar has no smell.

Wen Yang's study was messy, and it was the same as the school in Wen Ge. There were piles of books scattered everywhere. "These Huajian Ci has become loose-leafs." Wen Yang's grandfather talked to himself. Generally speaking, literati love books, and Wen Yang is also an alien. As long as the books I have read, there are two books, one is placed on the bookshelf for people to read, and the other is loose-leafs of this chapter and that one, and some are stacked with planes. Suddenly, my grandfather saw a booklet on his computer desk that was just a printed paper, with the back facing up, and turned over and copied several seal characters "Maoshan Jiulong Divine Kung Fu"

Grandpa's face suddenly changed, like a spring breeze, but it was like a huge wave in the lake water in his heart. He picked up the book with excitement and trembling, gently opened it and turned it over a few pages, and the excitement immediately turned into solemnity and indignation, and directly returned the book to the environment of Wenyang's desk-loose-leaf paper.

Wen Yang's parents went to Gulangyu for a trip, and only Wen Yang and grandfather were left at home. Wen Yang went home at night, "Wen Yang, come here." Grandpa's voice was very serious. Wen Yang walked into the house with suspicion and saw his grandfather holding a few loose pages in his hand. "Who taught you this, tell me the process honestly." "Oh, you don't understand this." Wen Yang felt like he was exposed. "I don't understand? Just tell you what's up to you, it's a matter of your life, hurry up!" Wen Yang, who grew up with grandfather, has never seen grandfather so serious in 20 years.

One thing to say, even when Wen Yang stole grandpa's money to buy food when he was a child, grandpa never took it so seriously. Out of his conviction with grandpa since childhood, Wen Yang told grandpa all the experience of buying books online, "Fortunately, I will cheat you some money, otherwise it will be a life." Grandpa breathed a sigh of relief. "The thing you bought is fake, it's more fake than the red chicken wings. What kind of red can't kill people? After practicing this thing, you will harm others and yourself." "I...you..." "Don't be pretentious first, listen to me first, don't worry about it.

How do I know? Listen to me first, why do you want to learn this? "You want to listen to the truth." Wen Yang's speech was still the same. "Don't talk to me," "Tell the truth, this is fun, handsome, can save people, can have more skills, and will be able to work for yourself in the future. In addition, what if you can become an immortal?" "What about lies?" Grandpa's expression means that he is about to collapse, "It's not actually lies." Wen Yang scratched his head. "You also know that I like Chinese classical culture. I don't know how to learn a word from childhood. How long does it take for me to be a child?

I memorized the ancient Chinese texts, like some lyrics and songs. I have read the Yi Scriptures a little in a mess in recent years. I always thought that this thing is about to be lost. If I can learn more, I will leave more. Taoism is our own religion. After so many years of evolution, Buddhism has been around for the same time, whether it is the Tantric Exoteric School or Zen, it is basically the same as our own. If you can learn something, it can be regarded as understanding the things of our ancestors. I will be very happy if you can pass on it from me." In an instant, Wen Yang's figure became noble

"Then why didn't you say this earlier?" Grandpa pulled back from the brink of collapse. "Hehe, I just think about these noble words in my heart. If you really say them, who would believe them? I will definitely not believe them." "You..." This time he went completely.

"Grandpa, you know how to tell me, I keep saying that you are so mysterious, teach me, teach me." Wen Yang is not a fool either. After asking so much, my grandfather had already heard of the tricks. His noble figure immediately turned into a coquettish naughty boy.

"It's difficult. After so many years, I don't know that your child is not down-to-earth, and you're not a little bit of trouble. You'll end up suffering." Seeing Wen Yang growing up for twenty years, my grandfather certainly knew his child.

"Who said, look at my pile of books?" Wen Yang took his grandfather to the study without saying a word. Look, look, there are so many books, I would rather sacrifice my time in class than study it, and be more serious. You said, in order to inherit Chinese culture, I failed to get a good university. "Then I won't teach you, so I can get a scholarship for you to go to college." "Forget it, grandpa... I was wrong. Look at me like this, how could I get a scholarship, I can learn from you."

"Okay. You chose this path yourself. Don't blame me in the future. Actually, I wanted to take him into the soil and bury it in the past. But what you said was a bit misleading. I know this, so I will teach you."

"That's right, I still want to save the world and live a life of people and benefit the world. Such a good thing can be passed on. How handsome. By the way, why did you ask me so nervously just now? I'll practice this process. At worst, it won't work." Wen Yang remembered the terrifying eyes that grandpa hadn't seen in twenty years.

"Bah, I don't know that bastard is coming to harm people under the banner of Maoshan." When it comes to this, my grandfather is still angry and he is still angry.
Chapter completed!