The Legend of Baguazhang Tong Lin 005

The next day, Tong Lin woke up。 When he stood up and saw the owner, Guo. Tong Lin said to him, “Boss, please check out.” Wait until Tong Lin paid the hotel cost. Tong Lin said, “I would like to ask you one thing: I have practiced martial arts for a few years, and now I make money by performing martial arts on the road. I hope the boss will guide me. Where I can make money more, “said the hotel owner Guo.” You follow me. “Tong Lin picked up a long cloth bag, along with a bamboo knife, and followed the owner out of the hotel. The hotel owner Guo pointed his hand south, and there was a mountain in the south, far from here. He said: “Forty miles south, there is a town shop called Nanshuangxiong Town. Forty miles north, there is Beishuangxiong Town. Today is the marketplace in Nanshuangxiong Town, the town with more than 2,000 families, Zhuangzi is rich, and there are many people who like martial arts. You can get a little more money there. You can go east of the ridge this way, don’t go west of the ridge. Remember, if you got lost, nothing else. When you get there, you must make a lot of money. We’ll see you again. “Tong Lin said,” Goodbye. “So he went to the south. The weather is late autumn, and the sun has not yet been up, and it is cold. The distant mountains are in sight, the villages are depressed, and the autumn winds are blowing, and the dust is blown into the air. This bleak autumn scene is distressing. If it is time to fall into the remnant autumn, it is not obvious at home. If it is a person traveling outside, it may touch the homesickness. Tong Lin wore thin clothes alone and cold, and the autumn wind was very tight. His eyes were bleak, and he felt homesick for a while. He thinks about the journey, and he doesn’t know how his parents miss him at home and whether they are healthy. After thinking about it, he felt sore in his heart and wept. Head down and walk forward, only walking, being on the wrong road. He can not walk west of the mountains, but he didn’t know he still walked down to the west. About ten miles away, he suddenly looked up, this road is not like an avenue, chaotic grasses and miscellaneous trees pervade the hillside, and the intestine trails are winding. Before, he only walked forward and didn’t want to go the wrong way. Surrounded by chaotic mountains in front of me, the mountains are thorny, the roads are rugged, the roads are rough, and there are no narrow roads.The jujube and elm willow mulberry pine are scattered by the northwest wind, the leaves are scattered by the northwest wind, and the sound of insects penetrates the eardrums. This desolate landscape is fascinating, and the pedestrians have no shadows and no journey. Tong Lin Xinruo twisted. I thought to myself: There is a saying: “There must be a road in front of the mountain”. If you walk forward, you should plan. So I crossed several mountains and looked up. There are mountains and mountains on all sides, I don’t know which road is accessible. There is no one in front of the grass. There is a crescent mountain in front. Although the ridge is not high, there is no way. It is better to go to the foot of the hill and do the truth. So he dismounted the horse, holding the horse in one hand, and pulling away from the weeds with one hand, and walked forward. Without guarding his feet, he was almost surrounded by poisonous snakes, scaring Tong Lin cold sweat. So he moved forward boldly, reached the ridge, climbed the vine with his hands, and intended to cross the ridge. I don’t want the wild beasts in the mountain to pull a shit here, and they made Tong Lin’s hand a bad smell. It seems that if people are out of luck, their teeth will be gagged when they drink cold water. Wipe your hands with wild grass, climb thorns again, grab the vines, and climb up the mountain. As soon as he reached the ridge, he was just tired and panting. Slightly less stood up and looked westward with my eyes, but when I saw Qingxi flowing backward, Ma Lin was on both sides. Tonglin walked down the ridge, walked towards the woods, and walked into the forest, only tired and sweaty, all over the body. Tired and exhausted, he had no choice but to sit under the forest and rest. Looking at the opposite side with your eyes, it is really mountain-to-mountain, mountain-to-mountain, mountain-to-mountain continuum; ridge meets ridge, lingo ridge, ridge-ridge connected. Strange rocks, steep cliffs, rugged mountains, strange and weird. It also has thousands of pines on both sides, thousands of years of cypress, straight into Yunhan, and the roar of the wind is trembling. Memories are in my tears. I want to be at home and practice martial arts in my teens. Because of playing cards, he accidentally injured his father and fled. He entered the rivers and lakes, lived in a different place, and was fascinated by the valley. He couldn’t figure out the direction, and no pedestrians asked him. Is it necessary to starve to death in the valley? Why is it “with the same ancestor”? The son of Xuanyuan Huangdi is named Zu. In his life, he enjoyed traveling in mountains and rivers and died of starvation in the mountains. Often if people travel long distances, they must burn a few yellow coins to worship their ancestors. The ancestors of the non-sacrifice family sacrificed the son of the Yellow Emperor to keep the horses safe. About continue ten miles away, he suddenly looked up, this road is not like an avenue, chaotic grasses and basils pervade the hillside, and the trails are winding. Before, he only walked forward and walked forward, and didn’t want to go the wrong way. Surrounded by chaotic mountains in front of him, the mountains are thorny, the roads are rugged and rough, and there are only narrow roads.The jujube, elm, willow, mulberry, and pine are scattered by the northwest wind, the leaves are falling and dancing by the northwest wind, and the sound of insects penetrates the eardrums. This desolate landscape is sad, and the road is not the pedestrians on their journey. Tong Lin worried. but he thought there is a saying: “There must be a road in front of the mountain. If I walking continue forward, I should find. ” So he crossed several mountains and looked up. There are mountains and mountains on all sides, he doesn’t know which road is accessible. There is no one in front of the grass. There is a crescent mountain in front. Although the ridge is not high, there is no way. It is better to go to the foot of the hill and find a road. So he dismounted the horse, holding the horse in one hand, and pulling away from the weeds with one hand, and walked forward. Without guarding his feet, he was almost surrounded by poisonous snakes, scaring Tong Lin cold sweat. So he moved forward boldly, reached the ridge, As soon as he reached the ridge, he was just tired and panting. Rest a little time, he stood up and looked westward and he was happy when he saw a spring flowing under the ridge, Tong Lin was on aside. Tonglin walked down the ridge, walked towards the woods, and walked into the forest, only tired and sweaty, all over his body and the horse. Tired and exhausted, he had no choice but to sit under the forest and rest. Looking at the opposite side with his eyes, it is really mountain-to-mountain, mountain-to-mountain continuum; ridge to ridge. Strange rocks, steep cliffs, rugged mountains, strange and weird. It also has thousands of pines on both sides, thousands of years of cypress, straight into the sky, and the roar of the wind is trembling. Memories with tears. He wants to be at home and practice martial arts in his teens. Because of playing cards, he accidentally injured his father and fled. He entered the rivers and lakes, lived in a different place, and was lost in the valley. He couldn’t figure out the direction, and no pedestrians asked him. Is it happened to him to starve to death in the valley?