"Grandpa Wei, you have a deep blessing. If you pass the hurdle that year, you will definitely be able to live a hundred years old." Fang Yi asked curiously: "Grandpa Wei, what is the Taoist priest you met back then? My master said that he had been in Maoshan for a while and even fought against the Japanese..."

"Your master? That age is definitely not up to..."

Hearing Fang Yi's words, the old man shook his head and said, "That was about 39 years old. I was less than 30 years old at that time, and the real person was already in his seventies or eighties. If he lived to this day, wouldn't he be 130 or 40 years old? Impossible, this is absolutely impossible..."

"My master also said that he lived during the Kangxi period..."

Fang Yi muttered speechlessly, the old Taoist priest sometimes talked a little bit, either that he was a native of the Ming Dynasty or that he had experienced three dynasties and three generations. In short, when Fang Yi heard these words, all of them were automatically filtered out of his ears at that time.

"Where is anyone in the world who has lived that long?"

Wei Huaan laughed in silence when he heard this, "The Taoist priest who asked me to breathe and guide the technique of breathing and breathing seems to be called Shang Zhi, but he is not a Taoist priest in Maoshan Taoist Temple, but he is placing orders elsewhere. Speaking of which, he has really fought with us..."

Looking back on the war years, Wei Huaan showed a touching expression on his face. At that time, he followed Commander Chen to fight guerrillas in Maoshan. Fortunately, those Taoist priests who were familiar with the mountain roads would have led the way, otherwise Wei Huaan would not have lived now.

Wei Huaan vaguely remembered that the old Taoist priest named Shang Zhi looked at the head of silver silk, but his movements in the mountains were extremely fast. None of them, the young men in their twenties or thirties, could keep up. On several occasions, Taoist priest Shang Zhi led them out of the enemy's encirclement.

Although it took fifty or sixty years, Wei Huaan still couldn't forget that year of staying on Maoshan. After learning breathing and breathing guidance with the old Taoist priest, Wei Huaan's body has not been sick or damaged for so many years, and even the injuries he had suffered have never recurred.

The defender of Liberation Hua'an traveled over Maoshan again, and was also concerned about the old Taoist priest who had visited the Taoist temple specifically to search for it, but the Taoist temple host told him that true man Shang Zhi had already become an immortal last year, which made Wei Hua'an sigh.

"True Man Shang Zhi?" Wei Huaan was immersed in his memories. He did not see that Fang Yi's face suddenly became very strange after he said the old Taoist priest's name.

"Yes, monk's Shang, Mingzhi's Zhi, I heard people call him like this." Wei Huaan subconsciously replied, "What's wrong? Is your master's Taoist name also Shangzhi?"

"What is my master's name? I really don't know..."

Fang Yi smiled bitterly when he heard this and said, "I have been called Master since I was a child. People at the foot of the mountain call me Master, the old god or the old Taoist priest. However, I have seen him use the word Shang Zhi in some of the classics marked with texts. I don't know if Master calls this name?"

Fang Yi and the old Taoist priest came out of the Taoist temple in the middle of the mountain, and there was no third person. So Fang Yi usually called him master and never thought about asking his master's name. Even the master's tombstone only wrote the words "Master's Tomb" and his disciple Fang Yijinli. Now that I think about it, Fang Yi was so ashamed that he was ashamed.

"The true man Shang Zhi I know is tall, almost 1.9 meters tall, with white hair and beard, and looks like a master..."

Wei Huaan remembered the appearance of the old Taoist priest very clearly. Because in their era, he was considered a tall person who grew up to 1.8 meters tall, so the height of the old Taoist priest left him a very deep memory.

"Height 1.9 meters tall, with white hair and beard..."

Listening to the old man's description, Fang Yi's face became more and more strange. He couldn't help but interrupt the old man, "Grandpa Wei, does that man have a mole on his forehead? Are there any Taoist robes he usually wears patches?"

"There is a mole on the eyebrows?"

Wei Huaan thought about it carefully and nodded suddenly, "Yes, there is a mole on the edge, but I don't remember the clothes we wear. Where can we wear new clothes? They are all sewn and patched, and I didn't pay attention to the Taoist robe on his body..."

Speaking of this, Wei Huaan suddenly reacted, with a look of shock on his face, pointed at Fang Yi with his finger, and said, "Shang Zhizhen... true person, no... will not be the same as your master, right?"

"It's probably just one person..."

Fang Yi thought for a moment and nodded silently. He often heard his master talk about historical events back then. When talking about the history of the Ming and Qing dynasties and even the Yuan dynasties, his master was very calm, but only when talking about the Japanese invasion of China, the old Taoist priest was filled with righteous indignation and his anger was beyond words.

Moreover, in terms of age, the old Taoist priest and the true man Shang Zhi mentioned by Wei Huaan are also similar. Fang Yi looked almost exactly the same as when he opened his eyes and saw his master when he turned into immortality, as if the old Taoist priest's face was frozen by time, without any difference.

"This...how is this possible?"

Hearing Fang Yi's words, Mr. Wei murmured to himself: "True Shang Zhi was in his seventies or eighties in his thirties and forties. If he lived to the previous few years, wouldn't he be 130 or 40 years old? How could there be someone in the world who lived so long?"

Mr. Wei suddenly grabbed Fang Yi's arm and asked, "Fang Yi, how did your master die? Is there anything special before his death?"

"No, I could eat two big bowls of rice in a meal before my master passed away, and there was no special performance..."

Fang Yi shook his head and said, "But three months before his death, my master knew that his deadline was approaching. His tombs were all chosen by himself. After his master passed away, I put his body in it. It has been more than three years since then..."

"This...is almost the same scene as the scene when Master Shang Zhi died?"

After living for eighty or ninety years, and experiencing countless wars and bloody storms, the old man has always been in a state of collapse and his face remains unchanged. However, in the short period of Fang Yi's conversation, he showed a look of shock one after another, and was obviously shocked.

When Wei Hua'an returned to Maoshan, he heard this about Shang Zhi Zhenren. The old Zhenren said a few months in advance that his deadline was coming and had arranged his funeral. Wei Hua'an also went to Shang Zhi Zhenren's tombstone to pay homage and told his entourage that this was a Taoist who had fought against the Japanese invaders of China.

But Wei Huaan never expected that after half a century, he actually heard the news that the old Taoist priest was still alive in the world. Even if he was extremely determined, his color suddenly changed. Could it be that the old Taoist priest had pretended to die back then?

"Your master should be true man Shang Zhi. I didn't expect that he would have pretended to die back then..." Wei Huaan asked Fang Yi in detail some questions about the appearance and living habits of true man Shang Zhi. He became more and more sure that Fang Yi's master was the old Taoist priest who once taught him the guidance technique.

"The old man has made contributions to the revolution, why did he..."

Wei Huaan said to himself, but he stopped halfway through his words because he thought of the man-made disaster. Not to mention them at the political center, even those outsiders were greatly affected.

Wei Huaan has heard that the people in the Maoshan Taoist temple were unable to escape that disaster. Not only were the Taoist priests in the Taoist temple forced to return to secular life, but many famous places and historical sites that have been passed down for thousands of years were also destroyed. If the old Taoist priests were still alive, they would probably be unable to escape the bad luck.

"The master did such a thing back then?"

A big question mark also popped up in Fang Yi's heart, because there was no sign before the old Taoist priest died. He just calculated that day and disappeared without breathing that day. But Fang Yi thought about it now, but he had many doubts.

Fang Yi didn't know the specific cultivation level of the master, but it was definitely not lower than himself. Fang Yi could hold his breath and pretend to die for a few hours, let alone an old Taoist priest. If he had also pretended to die at that time, Fang Yi's cultivation level would definitely not be able to see it.

"My master..."

"Your master..."

Fang Yi and Wei Huaan looked at each other and blurted out the same sentence, but both of them closed their mouths halfway through their words, but the other party understood what they wanted to express, that was, the old Taoist priest was most likely to have faked death again.

"This matter cannot be verified..."

After a while, Fang Yi smiled bitterly and shook his head. No matter whether the old Taoist priest died or pretended to die, Fang Yi could not do anything to dig a grave to prove it. If the master died, that would disturb the ghost of his ancestors, Fang Yi would have apologized for his sins if he died a hundred times.

"Zheng Zhi Zhenren, most of them are your master..."

Mr. Wei had been with the old Taoist priest for nearly a year. After hearing Fang Yi talk about his master's affairs, he had an answer in his heart, but he could not do anything to persuade Fang Yi to open the tomb. This matter was too taboo for the Chinese people.

"Fang Yi, your master is so powerful?" After listening for a while, Bai Chuxia finally understood. It turned out that Fang Yi's master had taught his grandfather's kung fu, and Fang Yi and his grandfather still had a great relationship.

"Master is a genius, and is proficient in astronomy, geography, astrology, geographies, geographies, divination and divination. All I have learned is just some superficial..." Fang Yi sighed when he heard this. As he continued to improve his cultivation, the more he could feel his master's profoundness, and even some of the seemingly absurd behaviors of the old Taoist priests seemed to be in line with the way of heaven.

"Yes, your master is a strange man. He calculated back then that year that we will sweep the whole country and seize the world."

Fang Yi's words also evoked the memories of Mr. Wei. Although he was a materialist, the old man had nothing to hide from the things he had encountered personally. Besides, he came from a scholarly family and had a high acceptance of the theory of Zhou Yi's metaphysics, and he always regarded it as part of traditional culture.

However, the national conditions were placed there, especially some things that happened after the founding of the People's Republic of China, which made Mr. Wei hide these words deeply in his heart. If he had not met the disciple of true man Shang Zhi who had pretended to die back then, the old man would not have said such words.

"You are not bad, you know so many things at a young age. When Mingcheng was so old, he still fought with people in the army all day long..."

With such a relationship as the old real man, Mr. Wei became more and more pleasing to Fang Yi when he looked at him again. If Bai Chuxia was his granddaughter, the old man would have directly pointed out the marriage.

"Grandpa, what does it have to do with me?" Wei Mingcheng, who was listening to a big gossip next to him, unexpectedly, he was picked up as a negative teaching material without saying a word, and he immediately felt bitter.

"Don't you pass on a word of what you say here today, do you know?" Wei Huaan glared at his grandson and a little bit more of his tone, "If I hear any rumors from my grandfather, be careful that I will break your legs..."

"Grandpa, even if I ask your son, I promise not to say a word..." Wei Mingcheng stood up and saluted the old man. He knew that grandpa was the most wisest, and that words such as swearing and swearing were not easy to use in front of the old man.

"Grandpa, Fang Yi has something to tell you..." Bai Chuxia thought of the purpose of coming and immediately brought the topic to her.

"Oh? What's the matter?"

Mr. Wei looked at Fang Yi after hearing this. After learning that Fang Yi was raised by Master Shang Zhi, Mr. Wei no longer regarded Fang Yi as a young man, but was almost in the same position as Master Shang Zhi back then.

"It's about my eldest and second uncles."

Bai Chuxia said frankly: "Fang Yi said that my eldest uncle and second uncle are both lucky. If they are not handled well, they may implicate the entire Wei family. We came here today to tell grandpa you about this..."

"Fang Yi, can you take this seriously?"

Hearing his granddaughter's words, Wei Huaan did not show any surprise or panic. He had encountered many storms and waves in his life. Such things were already difficult to touch his mood.

"I have learned some skills of looking at the Qi with my master. If I read it correctly, it should be..."

Fang Yi nodded and said, "Grandpa Wei, you have at least ten years of your birthday. If you want to sail against the current, you can defend your home within ten years, but it is hard to say after ten years. After all, the general trend is like this and it cannot be stopped by manpower..."

Fang Yi knew what kind of person the old man in front of him was, so he didn't say it thoroughly. He believed that the old man could fully understand what he said. As for such a choice, it was the old man's business.

"I... did I read it completely wrong?" Hearing Fang Yi's words, Mr. Wei fell into deep thought, frowned and sometimes stretched. Fang Yi didn't say anything anymore, but just sat aside and waited quietly.

As for Wei Mingcheng next to him, he didn't even dare to speak out. He heard it clearly just now. Fang Yi's words actually involved his eldest and second uncles. The two people who were stomping their feet in the army were about to shock the entire army. This topic was far from something he could do.

"I see!"

After almost twenty minutes, Mr. Wei sighed and shook his head and said, "I have to give up and give up first. But many people can't see through this choice. I took it too seriously before, but I also misunderstood. Fang Yi's baby, thanks to your reminder..."

Wei Huaan's judgment on the future of the Wei family was really deviated. He believed that no matter the change of power, the army was always the most important link. The Wei family only operated in the army without involving politics, so there would be no problems.

But Wei Huaan forgot that there will be no pure soldiers these days. Soldiers are not involved in politics, just his wishful thinking. In this way, the Wei family's reputation and strength in the army are very eye-catching.

As Fang Yi said, when he was alive, even if his two sons were not in his position, Wei Huaan could protect the Wei family for a while. However, after a hundred years, Mr. Wei knew that the Wei family would definitely encounter disaster.

Hearing Mr. Wei's words, Fang Yi knew that he had not fully understood it, so he couldn't help laughing and said, "Old man, prosperity and decline are inevitable, but it is a blessing to lose his horse. This is not far away if the best comes..."

"Is it so good? That's right, why didn't I think of this?" Hearing Fang Yi's words, a ray of light suddenly ejaculated in Wei Huaan's eyes. After thinking about it for a moment, he understood and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Wei Huaan was just a mystery to the authorities, but after being reminded by Fang Yi, he immediately understood that it is not a bad thing to make a compromise now, because politics was originally a balance in compromise. Today's concession may lead the Wei family to go a step further tomorrow.

"Grandpa, you... are you okay?" Looking at the grandpa's look of frowning and laughing, Wei Mingcheng couldn't help but hold the old man worriedly. The doctor just said that he would not let his grandpa get overly excited.

"It's okay, it's okay, grandpa is very good!"

Mr. Wei, who figured out the joints, was in a good mood at this moment. He glanced at his youngest grandson and said with a smile: "You are lucky. After your uncle and second uncle retreat, it will take a few years to get up..."

"What? I... my second uncle is going to retreat too?" Wei Mingcheng was shocked when he heard his grandfather's words. Wei Mingcheng didn't fully understand what Fang Yi said just now, but the old man said it straightforwardly, Wei Mingcheng could hear it clearly.

"Not only your uncle and second uncle want to retire, but your elder brother also wants to keep a low profile for a few years..."

Mr. Wei's next words shocked Wei Mingcheng again. Among the third generation of the Wei family, Wei Mingjun would have the strongest momentum. If even Wei Mingjun had to keep a low profile, the Wei family's influence in the army would be greatly weakened.

"You and Jiaxi were lucky in disguise..."

Looking at this little grandson who is very similar to his temper, Wei Huaan laughed. He could give in and give up everything he had been in the army for decades, but in a certain aspect, Wei Huaan also had to make his own voice to let people see his bottom line.

Although Wei Jiaxi's troops are part of the army, Wei Hua'an has little influence in that field. I believe that even if the regime changes, others will allow him to retain some of the fire from Wei's family in that place, and even make Wei Jiaxi go further. Therefore, the old man has the saying that he will be blessed in disguise.
To be continued...