A dragon and tiger Taoist who is as unsmiling as Qi Xianxia, ended up in Wudang Mountain. After staying for a long time, he was also severely harmed by the flood elephant. Either he was pulled to repair the temple, or he cut firewood and burned charcoal to build bamboo. During this period, it was inevitable that we had bumps and bumps with several generations of Taoists in Wudang. At first, the Taoist boys of the younger generation in Wudang didn't have a good face. It looks like money, but the heart is not bad, and the young master uncle and head teacher treats this person with courtesy, and the Taoist boys have heard that this guy's swordsmanship is comparable to that of the sixth master uncle. Muster up the courage to ask him about the Flying Sword Technique, the man surnamed Qi is quite arrogant, he doesn't know much about the sect, and he answers every question. In the end, a large group of Taoist boys who admire the demeanor of the sword fairy and the world's wind and cloud followed behind, chirping , croaking non-stop, the remote bamboo house where Qi Xianxia lives is also a lot more lively. Unlike Longhu Mountain, which has countless Taoist courts, Wudang Mountain is not too particular. Qi Xianxia thought he would be very uncomfortable, but unexpectedly Speaking of those naughty and simple Taoist boys, they are a few brothers who ride bulls, Chen Yao, Song Zhiming, Yu Xingrui and others, all of whom have not salty or light contacts.
Unknowingly, Qi Xianxia lost some of his original intention of competing with the bull rider, and calmed down to practice swords and dao in Wudang Mountain.
Occasionally, I would go to Taixu Palace on the top of the main peak to enjoy the sunrise and sunset. Looking at it, there are seventy-two peaks in the east, west, north and south, like lotus petals supporting the main peak. , Qi Xianxia can't help but look at the real fairy sword that is Lu Zu's relic, hanging under the eaves of Da Gengjiao. For Lu Zu, who has not been born for five hundred years, Qi Xianxia has revered him very much since childhood, otherwise he would not have devoted himself to practicing the way of swords and pursuing the sword. The flying sword is the ultimate swordsmanship of the first level thousands of miles away. The Taoist sword is divided into two types of swords and swords. Since ancient times, it has been a Taoist sword and a light law sword. In fact, the former has no harm in cultivating Dao, but the latter is inevitably contaminated with cause and effect. There was a rare catastrophe caused by Longhushan Celestial Master, and he was almost eliminated on the spot. If Longhushan did not make a decisive decision to break A few Longchi Luck lotuses were used as the price, and the consequences would be unimaginable. Qi Xianxia went all the way with the sword, and Longhushan was not without objections and regrets.
Today is the birthday of Emperor Zhenwu, the god of Yujing, and there is an endless stream of pilgrims going up the mountain to burn incense. Strange to say, since the bull rider took over as the head teacher, although there has been no fairy deeds like the previous head teacher Wang Chonglou who broke the river with one finger , and this person surnamed Hong has never even gone down the mountain once, but the incense in Wudang Mountain is getting more and more prosperous. This Wudang stands in the northwest of the mainland, and the luck of the world has always flowed from west to east, just like a rolling river rushing to the sea. Layers upon layers gathered outside the Seventy-two Peaks, but I don't know when and when they will accumulate. Fortunately, Xianxia Qi has always been unwilling to worry about others. It doesn’t matter to him whether Xuanwu will flourish, whether dragons and tigers will prosper, who is the true ancestor of Taoism, and who is rewarded by the imperial court. Suddenly, Xianxia Qi’s heart skipped a beat. With wide eyes, he looked up at the fairy sword that had been out of its sheath for five hundred years.
This ancient sword, which has been silent for half a thousand years since Lu Zu became immortal, trembled like a dragon.
The sea of clouds on the seventy-two peaks is boiling, and finally it is like seventy-two white dragons swimming towards the main peak.
Hundreds of yellow cranes soar and circle.
The mighty pilgrims who flocked into the mountain because of Emperor Zhenwu’s birthday raised their heads almost at the same time to see this vision. I don’t know who shouted that Emperor Zhenwu appeared. Tens of thousands of fearful pilgrims knelt down to the ground. They say that sage classics, mysterious morality, and difficult Buddhism are often of little benefit and use. They often like and fear only when they see simple and obvious things, just like Shengdou Xiaomin saw the knives, guns and sticks in the hands of those ruffians, or officials. The master's splendid patched clothes and eight large sedan chairs. That's why Buddhism has eighteen hells, which make people tremble with fear, while Taoism has all kinds of real people and immortals who save the world and help the people. These things, scholars and high-ranking people often disdain to talk about them, but they are the most shocking to the common people in the streets and alleys. . The Lord of the Big Dipper died, and Emperor Zhenwu sat in Wudang and commanded the north. When it was at its peak, countless pilgrims from the south would come to Wudang to burn incense and pray for blessings. Now Wudang's reputation has declined, but most people in the north are still quite devout and trustful, especially the cloud sea rolling over their heads. , the yellow cranes are singing together, who doesn't respect God as if he is obviously holy
Chen Yao, who was looking for a classic in the scripture building, staggered to the window, opened the window tremblingly, with tears streaming down his face, and his lips trembling, he said, "Senior Brother Wang, I'm done!"
Song Zhiming, who made alchemy in the mountains, didn't care about a cauldron of pills that mortals regarded as immortals. He knelt down with a plop, kowtowed and said, "Song Zhiming, the thirty-sixth disciple of Wudang, welcome the patriarch!"
Yu Xingrui, who found a closed-door disciple with clear bones in the East China Sea, was sitting on the podium teaching that disciple inner strength and mental methods. Going down the mountain!"
Seventy-two peaks face the big top, and twenty-four streams flow long. Among them, the longest waterfall that flows straight down is like a divine help. The lower end is lifted and straightened, leading to the adjacent small lotus peak where only a young Taoist is practicing the way of heaven. The waterfall traverses the sky like a white line, tens of thousands of pilgrims see This scene is like being in a fairyland, and it is even more silent. The huge Wudang Mountain can almost hear the drop of a needle. For whom does the water rise as a bridge? Qi Xianxia saw the ancient sword with its sheath flying out of Taixu Palace with his own eyes, followed it, and ran towards Xiaolianhua Peak along the water bridge hanging from the top of the two peaks. : "Unlock today, I should go to Jiangnan."
The ancient sword of immortals whirled around the young head teacher, like an old friend reunited, joyful.
The agitated Qi Xianxia shouted and asked: "Hong Xixiang, who are you?! Why is Lu Zu's sword connected with you!"
The young teacher-uncle who rode the bull ignored him, with a dazed expression, he pinched his fingers and counted again, he let out a breath after a long time, smiled slightly at Qi Xianxia, got up slowly and stretched out his hand to caress the ancient sword that was suspended in the air, with a touch of his finger, the three-foot green peak was as clear as water, The scabbard was separated, and he said softly: "You go to Jiangnan, you go to Longhu. I will be there soon."
The scabbard went to Longhu Mountain, and the blade flew to the south of the Yangtze River.
The ancient sword "goes down the mountain" first.
Hong Xixiang, dressed in a simple Taoist robe, patted the dust, rode on a huge yellow crane, and looked towards the south of the Yangtze River.
Jiangnan is good, Hongyi is the best.
Qi Xianxia looked up at the yellow crane and said in horror: "Lu Zu?!"
Qi Xianxia was so shocked at first, he saw the yellow crane go and come back, the guy who no longer rode a bull but changed to a crane jumped off in a hurry, with an embarrassed smile on his face, he said: "Go and say hello to a few senior brothers first before leaving." Shan. By the way, Brother Qi, I will trouble you to do the research for those Taoist boys these days."
The rigid-tempered Qi Xianxia couldn't help but want to swear, what kind of fairy!
The new head teacher who has never walked out of the Xuanwu Dangxing archway when he went up the mountain when he was young, and the young Taoist priest who was scolded by His Royal Highness as a coward, finally has the courage to go down the mountain. It is a natural wonder, and the Taoist rode away on a yellow crane.
The yellow crane shuttled among the clouds and passed Yulong Pass, the Xiongcheng city in the northwest. Overlooking, I don't know who was the first to knock on the yellow crane. It seems that there is another person sitting on the back of the crane? someone? There is really one person! The news spread wildly immediately, and the border guards rushed to the commanding heights of the city. Sure enough, they saw an immortal with the appearance of a Taoist riding a crane to the east. Chi raised his head, not daring to speak, for fear of disturbing the heavenly happiness of the heavenly beings.
In the prosperous area of the Central Plains, there is the Yellow Crane Tower standing on the bank of the big river, with jagged wings and majestic momentum. There was once a poet who left a famous poem handed down from generation to generation, "In the past, people have gone by the yellow crane, and the Yellow Crane Tower is empty here." It is said that five hundred years ago, Lu Dongxuan, a Yiren from Guanxi, practiced Taoism for two hundred years, and finally became a fairy. I wish to ascend to the heavenly court, and roam the world with poems, swords and wine. I once drove a crane past this building, attracting purple air to rise to the east. There are more than 300 famous poems and lines written on the walls of the building. Today, a grand poetry meeting was held upstairs. Scholars in the Central Plains were enjoying drinking and poetry. Suddenly they heard that there was a miraculous yellow crane flying from west to east. They all came to the outer corridor to watch. When they got close, they suddenly realized There are immortals sitting on it, which is not inferior to Lu Zu's demeanor back then! The literati and poets looked at each other in blank dismay, in disbelief, there really are land gods in the world
Five hundred years ago, I rode a crane and returned five hundred years later.
The mist was vast, and the yellow crane passed the Yellow Crane Tower in the sky. An old scholar said blankly: "I have seen this scene in my life, and my life is not in vain."
Jiangnan.
The old people and the old scenery are familiar with the old.
The autumn wind rises, the autumn leaves fall, life gathers and disperses, autumn crows roost and startle again, lovesickness and reunion know when, this scene is embarrassing.
The gorgeous peonies of Baoguo Temple are withering one after another, but in the autumn season, there are still some hundred-year-old osmanthus to admire. The trees are old for a long time, with evergreen branches and fragrant fragrance. The Lu family in Huting County has recently overshadowed the other three surnames, like the old osmanthus tree in front of a pair of women, luxuriant in the forest alone. The Patriarch of the Lu clan took the blame and resigned from the Imperial Academy for the Right Sacrifice Wine. He was blessed by misfortune and became the head of the Ministry of Rites. In the distance, the two brothers echoed each other, and the Lu family in the south of the Yangtze River became famous overnight, and had to re-examine and look at the in-laws of the King of Beiliang. The reputation of the family has risen, but the notorious most beautiful widow in Jiangnan Road has been completely neglected. The scholar Liu Liting was dragged to death by horses. Who else in Huting County would dare to get close to her? I heard that the widow caught the wind and cold by accident, and her body, which was not weak, lost weight. It is said that the weight loss was severe. The men in Jiangnan Dao had complicated thoughts, while the women shared the same hatred. The Bodhisattvas prayed, wishing that this vixen would die of illness as soon as possible. When the aristocratic women who are usually close to each other get together, they have to swear a few words in private to be comfortable. Now the power of the Lu family has shifted to the imperial court in the capital, especially the Tangxi Sword Immortal. After Shi left Jiangnan Road, it was inevitable that the Lu family in Huting County could not take advantage of trivial matters. The rumors that had been suppressed before became more and more intense.
Gui Zi fell in front of the old osmanthus tree, and the maid Er Qiao said angrily: "Miss, those shrews don't remember to beat them, and they started to arrange Miss's fault again! I really want to slap them!"
Compared with the past, the woman was indeed much thinner. She stretched out her hand and touched the tip of the maidservant's nose, and said with a charming smile: "You are also a little shrew, even talking about others."
The little maid with delicate features giggled and said, "I heard from Shizi that Miss used to love wearing red dresses and red dresses the most. Why has Er Qiao never seen her before?"
The woman looked in a daze, and said softly: "You are still young, and you don't understand even if you say it."
Er Qiao muttered, "It's not young."
The woman bent down to pick up a handful of golden osmanthus seeds, the scent of osmanthus flowers in her hands, looked up at the branches and leaves of the osmanthus tree, and remained silent.
The servant girl cared: "Miss, it's getting cold, why don't we go back?"
The woman whose face was pale and no longer rosy shook her head and said, "Wait a little longer."
The little maid said timidly: "Miss, I told you not to get angry."
The woman smiled and said, "Let's listen."
The servant girl lowered her head and said, "His Royal Highness once chatted with Er Qiao, saying that there is a coward on Wudang Mountain who still secretly likes Miss all these years."
The woman looked at the sky, loosened her five fingers, and the osmanthus seeds fell one by one. She sighed, "My brother lied to you."
Er Qiao asked cautiously: "Actually, Miss is also waiting in her heart, isn't she?"
The woman turned her head and flicked the maid's smooth forehead, and said, "You shameless little girl."
Er Qiao blushed, puffed out her cheeks and sulked.
"You are Xu Zhihu?"
A gloomy voice came into his ears.
Er Qiao looked up angrily, followed the voice and saw a young man squatting on the wall of Baoguo Temple with a long knife on his back.
Xu Zhihu stretched out his hand and took the maid who didn't know the dangers of the world behind her, and asked calmly, "What do you want from me?"
The swordsman grinned grinningly and said: "I don't change my name and surname when I go to Yuan Tingshan. I have some grievances with the younger brother of your highness. Besides, I take advantage of others to do things for others. If it weren't for this, Yuan would not have run to this Jiangnan Road Feel sorry for you, a widow."
Xu Zhihu lowered his face, not flustered.
Yuan Tingshan, who ran all the way from Huishan to Jiangnan Road, laughed and said: "The guards of the Lu Mansion outside were hacked to death by me, and the bald donkeys in Baoguo Temple didn't know what to do, so they also hacked and went to the west to meet the Buddha. To be honest, Jiangnan now On the way, Tangxi Sword Immortal can fight Yuan Mou, but it’s a pity that he went to the capital, Xu Zhihu, let alone you are in Baoguo Temple, even in Lu Mansion, Yuan Mou can kill you all the way from the gate!"
Xu Zhihu sneered and said: "If you want to kill, kill it, what are you talking about like a woman?"
Yuan Tingshan was not angry at all, staring at this beautiful woman and widow very curiously, he tsk-tsk said: "In the past, Yuan did not talk nonsense like those who were about to die, but you are different, you have an interesting background, and you can just kill someone with a knife It’s really a pity to go.”
Xu Zhihu asked: "How do you say that?"
Yuan Tingshan tilted his head, stretched out a bleeding arm, and said with a smile: "Aren't you afraid of death? If you rely on the name of Beiliang's natal family to secretly protect your dead man, then Yuan may as well tell you, that My brother is also dead, probably because he hasn't done any big business for some years and is a bit unfamiliar, otherwise Yuan will probably be able to enter Baoguo Temple later. Xu Zhihu, are you afraid of death now?"
Xu Zhihu smiled miserably, and asked, "What do you do with the little girl behind you?"
Yuan Tingshan said bluntly: "Naturally, it's a matter of one knife. Yuan doesn't have the habit of sympathizing with others."
Xu Zhihu turned his head to look, and the maid Er Qiao smiled innocently: "Miss, Er Qiao is afraid of pain, but not afraid of death."
Xu Zhihu closed his eyes and said, "You do it."
Yuan Tingshan stood up and stood on the top of the wall, with a ferocious expression on his face, he slowly drew his saber.
"you dare?!"
There are words accompanied by the whistling sound of the ancient sword.
There is a sword that comes from Wudang Mountain thousands of miles away.
It landed in front of Xu Zhihu.
When the yellow crane came to Huting County in the south of the Yangtze River, a young Taoist priest fell like a meteor and came to Baoguo Temple in an instant.
Rao is mentally as tough as Yuan Tingshan, who jumped down the city wall, and was stunned. A flying sword hung in the air strangely, and a young Taoist priest appeared in front of him, but this Taoist acted even more unbelievably. Angrily said: "Zhao Huangchao, believe it or not, Hong Xixiang cut off your Zhao family's luck with a sword!"
The ancient sword disappeared in an instant.
In front of the gate of Longhu Mountain, a scabbard fell straight from the sky to the earth.
Another ancient sword flew over and happened to return to the scabbard.
When the ancient sword was sheathed, the entire Longhu Mountain shook violently.
Then there was no trace of the immortal, but a voice came from an immortal: "Zhao Huangchao, believe it or not, Hong Xixiang cut off your Zhao family's luck with a sword!"
Nine of the luck lotuses in Longchi withered in an instant!
In the ancestral hall of Tianshi Mansion, many patriarch tablets enshrined for hundreds of years fell to the ground.
A middle-aged Taoist in Longhu Mountain was extremely angry, and looked at the Demon Slaying Platform: "Hong Xixiang, no matter whether you are the reincarnation of Lu Dongxuan or Qi Xuanjiao, if you act against the sky, you are not afraid of the imminent catastrophe?!"
Once again, the immortal's words landed on the Demon Slaying Platform like lightning from the heavens, and a message came from afar: "Cultivating the Dao for seven hundred years, what can a mere catastrophe do to me?!"
In Baoguo Temple, before the young Taoist made a move, Yuan Tingshan was already bleeding from all seven orifices, he smashed his back against the wall after gritting his teeth, retreated again and again, his liver and gallbladder were about to burst.
The safe and sound little girl, Er Qiao, tugged at the sleeve of the woman in front of her, and said blankly, "Miss, are you a fairy from heaven?"
Xu Zhihu's eyes were red, he turned his head away, not to look at the young master-uncle who got angry for the first time in his life, like a little girl said angrily: "What a god, a stinky Taoist priest from Wudang Mountain."
The young Taoist priest who rode a crane down to the south of the Yangtze River kept saying that he disdained the catastrophe, but at this moment, he showed a feeling of embarrassment that made Er Qiao puzzled. A big yellow crane stopped in the yard, blowing down countless osmanthus seeds.
Xu Zhihu, who kept turning his head away, asked in a deep voice, "What are you doing in Jiangnan?"
Er Qiao only saw the Taoist blushing, he hesitated to speak.
She wondered if this immortal Taoist priest was too thin-skinned
Xu Zhihu turned his head slowly and asked, "Who are you?"
The young Taoist priest who had been expected to carry the way of heaven on his shoulders said shyly, "Hong Xixiang."
Xu Zhihu asked repeatedly: "What are you doing here?"
The young Taoist said boldly: "That year at Lianhua Peak, you said you wanted to ride a crane."
She turned her back on the coward.
The Taoist who said he would cut off the luck of the Zhao Dynasty took a deep breath and said with a smile, "Xu Zhihu, I like you."
"Believe it or not, I have liked you for seven hundred years."
"So no one in this world has liked you longer than me."
"In the next life, I will still like you."
The servant girl, Er Qiao, blinked her watery eyes, her little head was a mess, she just saw the young lady covering her mouth, crying and laughing, so she didn't understand, alas, it seems that the young lady said that she is young and ignorant, it is true.
The young Taoist stretched out his hand and said softly, "Where do you want to go, I will accompany you."
On this day, Wudang's young headmaster rides a crane to the south of the Yangtze River, and rides a crane with Xu Zhihu to stay away from the rivers and lakes.
Immortals rode cranes down to the south of the Yangtze River, entered the rivers and lakes, and then left the rivers and lakes.