Wudang Eighty-one Peak is facing the big top, and the mountain is extremely beautiful, but there is a vision on the glass top. Gathered behind, accompanied by junior brother Hong Xixiang to look at the direction of the hanging fairy coffin, saw the bull rider galloping to the tortoise stele, jumped up, stood on the top of the stele, pinched his fingers, dazzled, don't look at the little one The younger brother can't remember his own age, but he is proficient in numerology. He is familiar with the four classics of the Book of Changes and has mastered them all. The previous generation of masters all lamented that they were not as good as they were. Zeng said that Qing came from Lan and was better than Lan too much.
Sweat dripped from Hong Xixiang's forehead, and he fell down on the stele.
A group of senior brothers became nervous, Yu Xingrui stood under the tortoise stele, and asked cautiously, "Is there something wrong?"
Hong Xixiang wiped off his sweat, and said with a smirk, "The show is perfect. It's just that the thunderstorm is smaller than my budget, and it's not enough to frighten those sneaky characters in Longhushan."
Yu Xingrui and the others felt relieved, looked at each other and smiled, the elder brother in charge had already cultivated the Dahuang Court, and he had already let the word out, his deadly opponent, Longhushan, naturally wanted someone to find out, hoping that Wudang was just a bluff, and the senior elder brother would quietly leave the gate and hide early A few people in Longhu Mountain on the Huangting Peak probably didn't take it seriously, and regarded Wudang as a swollen face to make a fat man, so there were rumors in the rivers and lakes that Wang Chonglou's so-called practice of Dahuangting was just a publicity gimmick. Today is the once-in-a-lifetime Zhenwu Fumo Day in Wudang in decades, and every time there will be thunderstorms and heavy rain.
Rhubarb Ting Guan, in short, is to form a great alchemy in the hut, and the tortoise draws the air to the spiritual root. Accumulate energy and think it’s true.” Only when you have cultivated the Dahuang Court can you be considered a real person. Nowadays, people in the world like to see any Taoist priest and call him a real person, which is not the same. Buddhism and Taoism have been competing for hundreds of years, but there is one thing that is very inspiring, that is, Buddhism and Taoism are out-of-the-world people, they practice out-of-the-world methods, and do not respect the strength of force. Therefore, Longhushan produced a Qi Xuan frame who was recognized as having boundless supernatural powers, and his reputation was as high as the sky. , but it was only about subjugating demons and eliminating demons, and never competed with Wang Xianzhi for fame. A few years ago, Wang Chonglou broke the blue waters with one finger, and was listed as one of the top ten masters by good people. Said a lot of nasty things in half openly, and even those immature and yellow-mouthed little Taoist boys in Longhushan were chanting a ballad about the arrangement of Wudang Zhangjiao.
Wang Chonglou didn't argue or say anything about this. After Duanjiang rescued the people who fell into the water, he went to the mountain to retreat and repair Huangting.
Yu Xingrui asked with a smile: "Junior Junior Brother, how much can His Royal Highness win the Big Yellow Court?"
Hong Xixiang sighed and said, "About five or six out of ten should have it."
Yu Xingrui was shocked and said: "Then isn't this kid's internal strength the best in Wudang?"
Hong Xixiang shook his head and said, "It will take a long time to digest."
Chen Yao said helplessly: "These days Wudang expended all his efforts to expand the meridians and acupoints for Xu Fengnian, and discarded countless pills, just like digging a deep pool in his body, and the inner strength of the brother in charge is the Xuanxianfeng Waterfall , when it hits down, it will overflow when it is full, and it is a great fortune to absorb half of it. That's fine, senior brother can still leave half of the big yellow court."
Hong Xixiang still shook his head: "Not necessarily."
Chen Yao wondered, "How do you say that?"
Hong Xixiang leaked a secret that the head teacher Wang Chonglou told himself before retreating, "Back then, the head teacher practiced according to the air points in His Royal Highness, so no matter how much His Royal Highness can accept in the end, the elder brother is only a big yellow court. It will all go away, not a single drop will be left."
Yu Xingrui's face was pale, and he murmured: "What should I do, what should I do."
Chen Yao smiled wryly and said, "Why bother to come here, brother in charge, no matter how weak our Wudang is, we don't need to be so afraid of the Great Pillar Kingdom."
Wang Xiaoping glanced at the sky, turned and left.
Hong Xixiang didn't turn his head, but said softly: "Senior Brother Xiao Wang, don't go to Huang Tingfeng to trouble the Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain, it will miss your pure sword heart. If you don't kill people who shouldn't be killed, if you make an exception, Shen Tu will kill you." The inner demons entangled on the sword overwhelmed the sword intent of the immortal machine, and in this life Senior Brother Xiao Wang has drifted further and further away from the way of the sword, the harder you work hard, the farther away you will be."
Wang Xiaoping stopped his body shape, just paused for a while, and then he had nothing to worry about, and he still walked away gracefully with Shen Tu on his back.
In the Elephant Washing Pond, His Royal Highness, who pierced into the deep pool and picked pebbles as chess pieces, bent over and groped slowly at the bottom of the pool, but the speed was slightly slower than walking on land, and the rest was the same. The pool was thousands of feet deep and colder than the bottom of Wangfu Lake, but When practicing swords with the white-haired old man, he unknowingly learned his breath-holding technique. Xu Fengnian thought that he just learned the water quality, but he didn't know that this strange closed-breathing is the same as the Taoist back-to-basic breath, not to mention Xu Fengnian's internal strength It is still thin, but after all, I have found a right path. The difference is huge. People who look at the mountain from a distance are definitely not as good as those who climb the mountain, but those who have climbed the mountain but cannot find the way are not as good as those who find the way. Which one, which step to take, depends on fate, opportunity and personal hard work.
Xu Fengnian picked up more than a dozen smooth stones, and he was not in a hurry to float to the surface. It is also very interesting to watch the scenery at the bottom of the pool. Otherwise, His Royal Highness would not have often visited the white-haired old man at the bottom of the lake. What you can see when you look down is blurry.
Xu Fengnian didn't know about the lightning and thunder on the top of Wudang Mountain, but only felt that the water of the waterfall grew stronger and the bottom of the pool became colder and unbearable.
Walking to the edge of the boulder rooted in the bottom of the pool, Xu Fengnian sprinted up the lake with his booty in his hands.
Above the Elephant Washing Pool, a Bailian waterfall pours down like Guanyin carrying a bottle.
Wudang head teacher Wang Chonglou skimmed onto the boulder, sat down on his knees, looked at the bottom of the pool, and smiled.
close your eyes.
Exhale lightly, inhale lightly.
The mist on the water surface filled the air.
This old Taoist priest who is the head teacher of one of the three major sects in the world has not had much ups and downs in his life. He was born in a poor and lonely family. At the age of twelve, in order not to starve to death, he was sent to the mountain by his parents. He was on duty in Taixu Palace, sweeping the floor and knocking out the incense every day, day after day, year after year. At that time, the master Chen Yingning had not yet become the head teacher of Wudang, but there were more than 20 apprentices, among them Wang Chonglou was the most qualified. In the next day, he was just willing to bury his head in reciting the scriptures. When sweeping the floor, he would hold an introductory classic. He couldn't sleep at night, so he read the book by the moonlight. He read while reading, and became a bookworm in the eyes of his brothers. Only at the age of twenty-four are eligible to cast fortunes for pilgrims. Only at the age of forty can one be regarded as a minor achievement in Taoism, so when Chen Yingning, the head teacher of the previous generation, passed away and Wang Zhonglou took over Wudang, the world was in an uproar. Most real people of the generation were amazing when they were young, but they stopped when they were old. Only the inconspicuous Wang Chonglou gradually gained the avenue and skyrocketed. One finger cutting the river is just a small example of Wang Chonglou getting stronger and stronger when he is old.
Wang Chonglou waved his sleeves.
The Taoist robe fluttered violently.
It actually dragged the falling waterfall over.
The waterfall leans like a bridge.
"Shan Tong Qi" surpasses the Taoist classic "He Shang Gong Lao Zi Zhang Ju" which puts forward "five organs hide the gods", and lies in the first words of three parts, eight sceneries and twenty-four gods.
I saw this old immortal breathing into the dantian from the hut, closing his eyes and contemplating, submerged in concentration, full of energy, and his whole body was shining brightly as the Taoist immortal in the ancient books said.
Just listen to Wang Chonglou's silent recitation: "Five-colored clouds and twilight, close your eyes and look at each other, only to realize that my body is full of caves. It turns out that Huangting is a blessed place..."
"Yellow clothes and purple belt with dragon and tiger badges, the long god Yiming Lai Taixuan, breathing three times, two or four times."
"The whole world loves grains and five flavors, but I only eat Taihe Yin and Yang Qi."
"Two water kings face each other, making people live forever..."
Every time he said a word, the old Taoist spit out a golden complexion from his mouth, lingering in the world.
In the end, a total of ninety-nine and eighty-one golden qi coiled around the water dragon of the main waterfall and blasted into the deep pool together.
Xu Fengnian was half way up when he felt something was wrong with the pool water. It was getting colder and hotter in an instant, but the water was so hot, so he speeded up. The most frightening thing was to vaguely see a column of water rushing towards him in the sky. He gritted his teeth and went against the trend, but he couldn't break through the water dragon and the strange golden lake surface. No matter how hard His Royal Highness tried, it was fruitless. Unable to unravel it, Xu Fengnian's consciousness gradually became blurred, and he was still clutching the pebbles in his hand to carve chess pieces with the Green Water Pavilion Sword Art. In a coma, for no reason, he remembered the sentence of his second sister Xu Weixiong, "The big furnace of heaven and earth, who will not burn in it", for no reason Thinking back to the time when I was young and playful and almost drowned in the lake, I have no reason to remember the bloody blood of the first time I killed someone with a knife...
Are you going to die
Xu Fengnian passed out. All the pebbles in his hand fell.
Wang Xiaoping went to Huang Tingfeng, but did not kill anyone.
The three people from Longhu Mountain went down the mountain wisely, Jian Chi's sword was really terrifying, it's not that the three of them were incapable of fighting, it's just that on Wudang Mountain, Wang Xiaoping took advantage of the right time, place and people, the odds of winning were too small.
Wang Xiaoping came to the side of the elephant washing pool, closed his eyes and sat withered, the peach wood god on his lap was jumping and buzzing.
His Royal Highness was supported by the golden air intertwined like a lotus seat, suspended on the water, and the waterfall hit the top of his head.
Wang Xiaoping didn't look at it.
With his temper, he wished he could cut off that waterfall with a single sword. You must know that this waterfall can be regarded as the master's lifetime cultivation.
After a day and night.
The thunderstorm stopped.
The weather on the mountain is fresh.
His Royal Highness, who was flushed all over, was carried to the hut by the flood elephant. In the center of his forehead, there was a mark of red dates standing upside down.
Wang Xiaoping went down the mountain with his sword in his hands.
Hong Xixiang and Wang Chonglou came near the Guituo Monument.
The old Taoist priest in charge looked as usual, but Hong Xixiang knew very well that it was the twilight time for the elder brother to return to the light, at most two or three years.
The young master uncle said bitterly: "Does Wudang have to be like this to rise?"
The old head teacher calmly said with a smile: "It's not necessarily true, it's just that if I build the Da Huang Ting, if there is a Da Huang Ting, what good is it for Wudang? You can't just stand in the latrine and let me be the head teacher. It's really a good use of a small talent. You have a calm temperament that goes with the flow. I do this to give you a little pressure. It's always a good thing. Look, even your brother Xiao Wang has gone down the mountain. No accidents. His talent, coupled with this trip, will overwhelm the sword mound of the Wu family in the future. At that time, there will be you on the mountain and him on the mountain, not to mention our master's saying that Xuanwu should be prosperous for five hundred years. I haven’t been willing to change the Taoist robe after wearing it for seven or eight years, so I can get a new one at that time.”
Hong Xixiang squatted on the ground and sighed again and again, helplessly said: "You just dare to tell me this, if the rest of the brothers listen to it, you won't be mad at you."
The old Taoist laughed, showing no signs of depression.
Hong Xixiang remained silent, resting his cheeks on the distant mountains in a daze.
Wang Chonglou said softly: "Although Xu Fengnian is very hostile, he is not too bad. If you associate with him, I won't say much, but I'm afraid that in the future, the world and the temple will not stop."
Hong Xixiang said softly, "I don't care."
Wang Chonglou simply sat next to the junior brother, and said guiltily: "If I let go, you will not be able to go down the mountain for the time being. Do you blame the senior brother?"
Hong Xixiang smiled and said: "Of course I complain, but if I am not allowed to be the head teacher, I will not complain!"
Wang Chonglou snorted and said, "Don't even think about it. If you complain, you can complain, and I won't be able to hear or see it when the time comes, so go complain."
Hong Xixiang shook his head and said, "Senior brother, can you be a teacher?"
The old Taoist didn't take it seriously, he was not those old guys from Longhu Mountain, people below immortals are human beings, and their seniority and status are all imaginary things. It's not tiring to look at people with a straight face for decades.
Wang Chonglou suddenly said in a soft voice: "Junior brother, let's compete? We haven't competed for many years. Uh, it's about distance."
Hong Xixiang seemed to be facing a formidable enemy, and said nervously, "Isn't it good?"
The veteran head teacher said aggressively, "Don't you dare?"
Hong Xixiang said young and vigorously: "Compare!"
I saw two Taoist priests of the highest seniority in Wudang do something shocking to the world on the edge of the cliff on the Xiaolianhua Peak.
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The old head teacher sighed and said: "Back then, I pissed ten feet against the wind, but now I'm old and my shoes are wet. I'm old, I'm old, I can't be convinced."
Hong Xixiang laughed loudly and said, "How about it, is it farther than you?"
The old head teacher patted the junior brother on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "In this matter, after the master lost to me back then, he told me that one day he lost to the junior brother, and he could let go of the burden."
Hong Xixiang made a bitter face.
The old Taoist looked into the distance and said with emotion: "The mountain is not so high. It's a pity that I won't see the day when Wudang is rejuvenated."
Hong Xixiang hummed, and wanted to secretly pat the elder brother on the shoulder.
I got a little on my hands just now, so I have to wipe it off.
Why did the elder brother pat himself on the shoulder? The phenomenon of flood washing is crystal clear!
The old head teacher dodged cleverly, and said angrily: "Your Taoist robe is older than mine, but the one on senior brother's body is brand new!"
Hong Xixiang withdrew his hands in embarrassment and said angrily, "It's so unfair."
Master Wudang laughed heartily, and left Little Lotus Peak, a word came from afar: "Junior brother, if you really want to go down the mountain in the future, you should be more dignified, and give big brother a face."