Thirty years ago, a middle-aged Taoist priest came to Haojia Village, wearing a broken Taoist robe and a iron sword was placed on his waist. That day, Hao Fangwa's family in Haojia Village had a funeral. The Taoist passed by Hao Fangwa's house in Haojia Village and heard Hao Lian playing the suona. Hao Lian's suona was very good, and no one who had heard it was not praised. The Taoist heard Hao Lian play the long and sad thing, so he stood there, closed his eyes, and listened quietly. After a while, the Taoist priest did not feel tears in his eyes. In this way, Hao Lian played for a day and made ten cents, and the Taoist priest stood there and listened quietly for one day. The Taoist priest took three days to listen to the suona for three days, and the Taoist priest cried silently for three days. Although Hao Fangwa, the master who was in charge of the funeral, thought this Taoist priest was strange and hindered, he cried silently there and did not bother the master, and the master ignored the Taoist priest.

The next day, people found that the Taoist priest built a thatched house near the pavilion. No one found that it had been built at the time. It seemed that there was an extra thatched house in one night, and the Taoist priest lived there.

In the days that followed, Hao Lian showed that no matter whether he played the suona or the flute, whether he practiced his skills on weekdays or participated in the wedding and white events, the Taoist would always come and listen quietly. When he heard that he played the birds and phoenixes, carried the sedan chair, etc., when the atmosphere was cheerful, the Taoist would smile and looked at the clouds in the sky. When he played the songs of mourning yellow sky, homesick music and other melodious tunes, the Taoist would cry. The so-called soulmate was just like this, and gradually Hao Lian had a good impression of the Taoist. One day, Hao Lian's throat was swollen and painful, and the painful water and rice had not entered, so he asked others to buy a few pairs of soups and medicines in a nearby town, but it didn't work after taking it. So Hao Lian didn't touch the suona for a few days.

At this moment, the Taoist priest came and took a paper bag with some powder inside. The Taoist priest said, "It's good to eat it." After that, he stood there and waited quietly. Hao Lian looked at the Taoist priest strangely, and found that the Taoist priest meant to eat it now, so Hao Lian took it without hesitation, because he knew that the Taoist priest admired his skills very much. A skilled farmer had nothing to doubt about his soulmate. As a result, Hao Lian found out in surprise that he would be fine after taking it for a moment. At this time, Hao Lian understood that the Taoist priest was waiting for him to play, because the Taoist priest knew that the medicine would be cured. So he happily practiced his craft. The Taoist was right next to him, leaning against the wall, closing his eyes, and gently shook his head, making it very enjoyable.

On that day, Hao Lian finished practicing craftsmanship and said a few words to the Taoist priest, and the Taoist priest actually talked to him. Hao Lian knew that the Taoist priest was Wei Qingshan, a native of Fengwu Mountain in Dahua, and the Taoist priest did not talk about other things, so Hao Lian did not ask about it. The next day, Hao Lian proudly told the villagers that his throat was cured by Wei Qingshan yesterday. Everyone remembered what Hao Lian said in a good manner. Later, some sick villagers pretended to go to Wei Qingshan to see a doctor. Wei Qingshan did not refuse anyone and looked at the patient. Sometimes the acupuncture stone was cured at once, and sometimes the patient was given.

The patients took some medicine and it would be cured in a short while. Most of the villagers who came to see the doctor did not bring any medical fees, but brought some delicious food from their homes, such as eggs, fresh alfalfa porridge, a bowl of roasted pork, etc. Wei Qingshan did not refuse. He ate a little bit every day and put the remaining food in the pavilion. When the children nearby saw it, they went up to steal it. Wei Qingshan smiled and waved to the children, asking them to come over to eat. When the children saw this, they all came forward happily. So, gradually, the mystery on Wei Qingshan disappeared, and the villagers felt that he was very close.

Later, Wei Qingshan wanted to renovate the pavilion, so he went up the mountain to cut some wood. When the carpenter saw it, he hurried over to help. When the neighbors saw it, they couldn't help but say that they would go to the town to buy some paint. After a few days, the pavilion was completely renewed. The carpenter also wrote a plaque for the pavilion. However, even the villagers didn't know what the pavilion was named. Wei Qingshan walked forward freely and wrote the three words "Fengjian Pavilion" with a large stroke. It was simple and powerful, and it was natural. Although it was called Fengjian Pavilion, the Taoist Majesty still kept his sword. Every day, the Taoist Majesty would practice sword skills near the pavilion. He often practiced sword moves slowly, and the intention of the moves was very clear, so even the villagers who did not understand martial arts could remember it.

In the past, when everyone was tired during the busy farming season, they would come here to avoid the heat. Now it is even better. They can also see the sword priests practicing, and they eat a lot here and rest. So, villagers come here every day, so at night, the villagers still set up the dragon gate formation here. The guard priests were not annoyed, either sitting there and listening quietly without interrupting. If others asked him what he simply replied twice at most, and no longer responded. In this way, ten years have passed, and villagers gradually realized that people who often go to Fengjianting seem to have become more powerful.

Usually, I can see the slowly and leisurely sword technique of Taoist priests. Those who cultivated the land would swing twice with a hoe, and those who shed the sheep would use a sheep to slap twice. Taoist priests did not avoid others and continued to practice swords as if nothing was around. Sometimes when Taoist priests saw that there were too many people here, they would start to talk about interesting things about all things in the world. Sometimes they would talk about the evil dragons in the Longjiang River in Aolai Kingdom, sometimes they talk about the growth and changes of seedlings in the fields, and sometimes they talk about the circulation of internal organs in the human body. In short, they talked about the very complicated things, regardless of whether the villagers could understand it or not, Wei Qingshan would talk about his own.

In the blink of an eye, the villagers often go to listen to Taoist priests’ preaching. The villagers who always like to follow Taoist priests seem to age slowly, and their hands and feet are becoming more and more flexible. Mr. Hao often goes to the east end of the village. His presbyopia gradually gets better and his hands and feet are much lighter than before. Other villagers learned that more people go to the Pavilion on weekdays.

The Niujia Martial Arts Hall in Pingyang City, Aolai Country came to the village to promote it, saying that practicing martial arts can strengthen the body and eliminate violence and good health. If you don’t believe it, let everyone see the boxing skills of the boxers in the martial arts hall and see how powerful the boxers are. But the villagers onlookers said that the boxers were not good at fighting, but why are they not good? Director Niu was dissatisfied after hearing this. Another villager came up and said that he wanted to compete with the boxers. As a result, Director Niu took his boxers back in shame. From then on,

Feng Jianting gradually became famous. Occasionally, people from the martial arts world came to challenge, but Wei Qingshan did not respond and let the other party scold him, but he just refused to take action. The farmers in Haojia Village could not bear it anymore, so some people came forward with hoes to fight. The villagers used hoes as swords or sticks as swords. Any advantageous farm tools held in their hands were used as swords to use their usual sword skills, and they could fight with people in the martial arts world. Since then, Feng Jianting has become even more famous.
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