Among the thirty-six palaces of Wudang, the Taixu Palace on the Dalianhua Peak is the tallest, and its eaves are called Da Gengjiao. A young Taoist priest, sitting near Lu Jianxian's saber, with a long ladder at his feet. The Taoist priest with a clean face is carrying a wooden bucket and is repainting the eaves of Da Gengjiao, which has been peeled off and mottled. , Looking around, the clouds and mists are rolling, the wind is blowing and the waves are rolling, the Wudang Seventy-two Peaks are like fairy islands on the sea, refreshing and happy, and the morning bell on the mountain is melodious, Qi Xianxia is a little lost in thought for a while.
These days, they live together in Wudang Mountain, and they only want to beat the Wudang headmaster who is riding a green bull. They rarely do it, and most of them are forced to fight with the timid Taoist priest, but they also benefit a lot unintentionally. Hearing that Da Geng corner needs to be painted, he thought that there was a fairy sword hanging here that he had been fascinated by since he was a child, so he agreed to that tired lazy man surnamed Hong to work. Qi Xianxia never cared about these details, and he was not afraid of being criticized by the Tianshi Mansion. . Thinking of this, Qi Xianxia was slightly distracted. This Wudang Mountain is really different from Tianshi Mansion. It is too much to have no disputes with others or the world. Qi Xianxia didn't comment rashly, but just tilted his head and glanced at Lu Dongxuan's sword. The name of the sword cannot be verified, and there is no record in the Taoist classics. "The name "Qing Xiao" sounds very imposing. Of course, Qi Xianxia would not believe it, but this fairy saber was originally without a scabbard. Lu Dongxuan once said, "Only heaven and earth can make this sword." Sword clothing", sword clothing, that is, scabbard. But at this time, the ancient sword had a peach wood scabbard, which was unbearably vulgar. Qi Xianxia couldn't laugh or cry when he remembered this. Some time ago, he asked the head teacher surnamed Hong, and that guy coyly told the truth, and Qi Xianxia knew it was this surname When Hong was young, he made a scabbard for the fairy sword. As for the reason, the young head teacher refused to say even if he was beaten to death.
If it were in the Tianshi Mansion, the relics of Master Lu would have been hidden in the main hall and enshrined, layered with layers of talismans, not to mention adding the sheath without authorization, even if you want to see it, it is rare. To find a sword room for a fairy sword, at least you have to have a python rubber band to meet your status.
There are too few rules in this Wudang Mountain.
Qi Xianxia lowered his head and saw that the man surnamed Hong was starting to punch. Behind this young master was nearly a hundred Wudang Taoist priests who practiced boxing, both young and old. At first, the ones who practiced boxing with the bull rider were just some little road sweepers who thought it was fun , Over time, I was touched by a few old Taoist priests to find out the ancient rhyme, and I came to Taixu Palace twice a day to practice on my own initiative. Big traps and small circles, big circles and small circles, like spring silkworms spinning continuously.
Qi Xianxia has never seen this set of boxing techniques before, and later he mentioned it and found out that it was created by a man surnamed Hong who watched bells and drums on the mountain all the year round. , Pulling a big frame is like covering the sky, and entering a small situation is a mustard. Let alone the actual combat effect, it is important to have a detached intention. To be honest, Qi Xianxia is unavoidably jealous of this guy's talent. This lazy guy never works hard. Practicing martial arts and cultivating Taoism is the opposite of not daring to slack off for a moment. On the square, the young head teacher who was fluent in the clouds and flowing water slowly retracted his fists, and the rest of the Taoist priests moved in exactly the same way, already two or three points similar.
An old Taoist priest went up to ask the head teacher for advice, and he praised this boxing practice for a long time, he can walk on the ice in the abyss, but he is as calm as a mountain hitting the water, and his heart is full of worries. The young head teacher is not satisfied and blushes , Hehe smiled and said where and where, the old Taoist said worriedly that if this set of boxing can be learned by everyone on the mountain, there is no guarantee that it will not be learned by outsiders at the bottom of the mountain. The head teacher shook his head and smiled and said it's not a problem, this set of boxing skills is better for health and mental health, if one more person learns it, Wudang will have more merit. The old Taoist smiled, no longer worrying about the sky, it doesn't matter if the head teacher is young, this kind of broad-mindedness, how has he ever lost to Tianshifu
Hong Xixiang saw Qi Xianxia carrying the wooden barrel down the ladder, ran over to help pick up the wooden barrel, and walked down the mountain together to the Little Lotus Peak. Some sweeping children in the square saw it, and they were so proud. Look, look, What's wrong with the little celestial master, isn't he convinced by our head teacher? Qi Xianxia didn't care about these petty thoughts, on the way down the mountain, Hong Xixiang led the green bull, the horn of which was still hanging leisurely, while the other horn was hung on the wooden barrel, wobbling, very funny. He said with a smile: "When punching, I felt that the ancient sword resonated with you. Someday you leave Wudang and tell me that I will give you the sword. If you feel embarrassed, you can borrow it."
Qi Xianxia turned angry and reprimanded: "Lu Zu's relic is your weapon of Wudang's five hundred years of township, how can you play it, give it away as you want?!"
Hong Xixiang didn't take it seriously and said, "Didn't I tell you, I'll borrow it from you."
Qi Xianxia snorted coldly, "Don't bring this up again."
Hong Xixiang said with emotion: "His Royal Highness is still bold. If Xiaodao hadn't hugged his thigh desperately and begged him when he went down the mountain, you would not have seen this sword."
Qi Xianxia was indifferent to this, but said sincerely: "The world is full outside the box, and the sword spirit is strong inside. You can see Lu Zu's demeanor back then."
Hong Xixiang murmured: "Lv Zu told the emperor to take care of his own destiny, not to interfere with the monarch's efforts to govern with internal and external alchemy. In ancient times, alchemists caused disasters and brought national disasters, all because wandering immortals entered the court and practiced the law for profit. , This is not comprehension, it’s more like cultivating falsehood. Like your uncle Zhao Danping who preached in the capital, he participated in the sacrificial ceremony in the palace. Isn't the Great Heavenly Master ashamed? Because he is favored alone, many Taoist alchemists want to rely on this road to make a fortune. It may not be a disaster for the Taoist system."
Qi Xianxia was probably taboo for the venerable, even though he had some objections to the actions of Dragon and Tiger Celestial Master Zhao Danping in his heart, he still had a flat face, noncommittal.
Hong Xixiang brought Qi Xianxia to the thatched hut where the son of Northern Liang lived when he practiced swords. The vegetable garden outside the house was full of greenery. This year he took care of it. He picked a cucumber, wiped off the thorns, put it in his mouth and gnawed it , the young headmaster sighed and sighed again, thinking of the slender woman who went up the mountain with her back on her back, and the swearing post that she was hailed as a sword-intent by Brother Xiao Wang at the corner of Da Geng. As an outsider, he always feels that his highness doesn't care about her, and Hong Xixiang would not believe it if he beat her to death. Because of the maid who is so arrogant and unreasonable in some things, his highness has suffered a lot. The woman at the foot of the mountain is Mom. Hong Xixiang looked up at the sky, and murmured: "Princess Taiping, her life is really not peaceful."
Qi Xianxia stood outside the vegetable garden, looked at the sighing young headmaster, and asked, "When do you plan to go down the mountain?"
Hong Xixiang said helplessly, "Don't dare."
Qi Xianxia said flatly: "You dare to give Lu Zu's sword to outsiders, but you dare not go down the mountain?"
Hong Xixiang remained silent, shrinking back as always.
Qi Xianxia sneered and said: "Afraid that Xuanwu will be missed? Are you ashamed of the ancestors and senior brothers on the mountain?"
Hong Xixiang shook his head and said, "No."
Qi Xianxia turned around and left, leaving behind a sentence: "This year's Longhu Mountain Peak Three Religion Debate, are you going or not?"
Hong Xixiang lowered his head and pinched his fingers, saying: "Rong Xiaodao counts."
Qi Xianxia sneered: "Whatever it is, it's not going down the mountain anyway, so why bother to deceive yourself and others."
The astonishingly good-tempered young head teacher said softly: "Fart your fart!"
Qi Xianxia laughed and left.
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Beiliang frontier fortress, huge town with heavy soldiers, and brave cavalry.
The sandstorm suddenly broke out on this day, and it can be called a river of broken stones as big as a bucket, and the stones are scattered all over the ground with the wind. Looking from the top of the city, it is full of dust and tyranny, revealing the unique desolation of the frontier fortress. But in such chaos, there is still a white dress leaving the city, and a graceful woman with a black veil sitting next to her, leading a horse in white clothes, her airs are extremely low, I really don't know who is in the six major towns on the border Deserve this honor. The woman's temperament is dusty, and she embraces a pipa that is "the first seat of a plucked instrument". Facing the storm, looking away, she can see a tornado soaring into the sky. She is sitting on the horse, and her voice is cold and soft. If the enemy leaves the city, aren't you afraid that the king of Beiliang will have a rift with you, his adopted son?"
The man in white still led the horse and walked slowly, calmly. Wherever people and horses go, wind and sand cannot enter.
The woman in black gauze and black but wearing a pair of snow-white embroidered shoes also fell silent.
Bai Yi finally spoke: "Chen Zhibao only knows that Bei Mang 'immediately drums' the first-hand fan Bainu to enter the city, but he doesn't know that Bei Mang Princess Qingluan is leaving the city."
The woman in black clothes and white embroidered shoes said with a smile, "How dare the white slave be called the first hand, Xun Zigang's right hand is fierce and unmatched, and the pull is like an iron horse. Only those who can play the plate can be regarded as masters of pipa.”
The man smiled lightly and said: "These two are good at collating, but the pattern is monotonous. It's not as good as Ms. Fan's own lyrics, music, music, and music, and they have a good understanding."
The woman who couldn't see her face clearly under the veil turned her head to look at the man in white. This master of military art who made her go to Beiliang at the risk of entering the territory of Beiliang, the facts are beyond the usual theory. Her trip to Beiliang with a clear purpose was so hard Shengsheng was dragged into an ambiguous situation by him. Gritting her teeth, she said in a deep voice: "General, Bai Nu can ensure that you will have a place in Beimang in the future, which is not inferior to the Liyang Dynasty!"
Chen Zhibao shook his head slightly and said, "That would be boring."
The woman with a special status frowned and said, "The general is sure that Beimang will lose? Can the general make another feat that is not inferior to his age? The Beiliang iron cavalry can indeed be said to be invincible, but with the restraint of the imperial court, it cannot be used for nearly twenty years. But if the general enters Beimang to take over the military power, the slave family can guarantee that the general will have no scruples. Is there anything more interesting in the world than being an enemy of Beiliang's iron cavalry? With King Guangling, King of Yan, the Spring and Autumn War situation reappears, and the general turns the world upside down with one man's strength, wouldn't it be great? You need to know that my Emperor Beimang is far more ambitious than your sons of the Zhao family!"
Chen Zhibao in white seemed unmoved, and said with a smile, "When did Miss Fan learn to draw cakes to satisfy her hunger?"
The woman was angry at first, then overjoyed, but she didn't strike while the iron was hot. She lowered her head and stretched out her hands to twiddle the strings of the pipa. Suddenly, the silver bottle broke like a torn silk, and her voice was sonorous. She sang softly: "The boy will fly when he is fifteen, and he will not turn his head back when he grows up in vain. Don't turn back!" Riding alone on the yellow sand and rolling stones, the vigor of ordinary business is declining today, today! The iron clothes are like snow and the drums are beating. When will the white-clothed overlord return? When will he return?"
Chen Zhibao listened to it and laughed it off.
The woman put away her pipa, the sound of gold and stone faded away, and said with a smile: "Perhaps in this life, I am destined to be able to distinguish between the general and the enemy, but to be able to meet Chen Baiyi in front of the battle, my family is born at the right time."
Chen Zhibao nodded and let go of the rein.
The woman did not act like a child, and said softly, "Since the general is not willing to make a decision for the time being, then Nu Jiajing and other generals have 300,000 cavalry in Beiliang."
Chen Zhibao laughed and said, "Miss Fan is thinking too much."
The woman didn't refute, she bent down and stretched out her hand as if she wanted to touch Chen Baiyi's cheek. Chen Zhibao didn't dodge, but she withdrew her hand without touching it, straightened her waist and didn't dare to face him directly, turned her head and said bitterly: "General, forgive me for being rude."
There are three pipa masters in Beimang, Xun Zigang has a right hand, Zu Qingshan has a left hand, after all, they are not inferior to Fan Bainu's hands.
Chen Zhibao patted his horse's butt with a smile, and did not see him off.
The horse galloped away.
Chen Baiyi, whose heart is still like water, turned his head and squinted his eyes to look at the Xu Ziwang Banner at the top of the city, dazed.
The Liyang Dragon, the Northern Liang Python, the Northern Mang Jiao, and the Baiyi may all be killed together.
Who uttered this heinous prophecy, Huang Longshi
Little did they know that Huang Sanjia, who was talking nonsense and leaking secrets, was dozens of miles away at this time, forcing a poor ranger to chase the tornado and practice sword frantically.
Chen Zhibao walked back to the border town with a blank expression on his face.