This earth-shattering fight between ghosts and gods, the movement is really not small. Up and down Wudang Mountain, except for the daughter-in-law of a certain white-clothed monk who is still snoring like thunder, almost all of them put on their clothes, but without exception, no one passed by Join in the fun nearby.
In the battle of Li Chungang and Wang Xianzhi in Wudi City, the three masters of Xu Fengnian, Deng Tai'a, and Cao Changqing in Tai'an City fought each other, and then Cao Changqing attacked the city alone.
As well as some great events in the world that are second only to these peak battles, they have taught people in the martial arts a bloody lesson, that is, don't get involved if you don't reach that point, otherwise it will hurt Chiyu without discussion! Wanting to give pointers to the moves of those martial arts masters is as difficult as climbing the sky.
The real top martial arts masters will never give the little fish and shrimp the chance to applaud or be surprised when they are fighting for life and death.
The monk in white without the string of beads on his chest sat on the bench in front of the hut, quietly looking up at the moon.
A tall woman in white clothes appeared opposite him.
The monk in white didn't look at her, but said softly: "This heart is muddy, and the world calls it suffering, but you and I are the only ones who enjoy it."
The leader of the world's Qi practitioners nodded, then shook his head, "You and I are the same, but different."
The white-clothed monk touched his bald head and said with emotion: "My daughter heard a stupid saying from somewhere at the foot of the mountain, saying that for women in the world, Song Yushu can be cultivated in ten years, Xu Fengnian can be cultivated in a hundred years, and Lu Dongxuan can be cultivated in a thousand years."
The hundred-year-old but young-looking woman murmured sadly: "He doesn't understand."
The monk in white sighed, "I'm even more afraid of pretending to be confused."
She suppressed that emotion and looked at the monk in white, "No matter what, I am a Qi practitioner after all, and I will act according to my heart."
The white-clothed monk snorted, "The poor monk won't treat you to tea."
"Is that all?" she asked.
At this moment, the monk in white suddenly remembered the crisp voice of a young girl, "Mother, mother! Wake up! Dad secretly met his confidante again!"
The white-clothed monk's face changed drastically, and he quickly stood up, "Sect Master Tantai, please don't leave, help explain!"
A woman who only cares about justice for the sky would pay no attention to these bullshit firewood, rice, oil and salt, and just disappear in a flash.
The monk in white turned around stiffly, and saw his own daughter gloating at his misfortune, the sleepy-eyed stupid apprentice, and the aggressive daughter-in-law who ran out of the house with a kitchen knife.
The white-clothed monk suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and said solemnly: "The woman is over a hundred years old, and she is not a person of the same generation at all!"
The woman was stunned, "So old?"
The monk in white nodded vigorously.
The woman rolled her eyes, turned and left.
My old lady, I am as beautiful as a flower, and the worst thing is that I still have the charm of a young lady, and I am jealous of a centenarian old woman
The white-clothed monk who secretly broke out in a cold sweat glared at his daughter.
She made a grimace, and said angrily, "It still hurts now that I was tossed about by mother during the day!"
The white-clothed monk said angrily: "Father worked so hard to save so much private money, who told you to tell your mother? Did you shoot yourself in the foot?"
The girl was taken aback for a moment, just when the white-clothed monk Lao Huai was relieved, thinking that her daughter's conscience had been awakened, she never thought that she would immediately turn around and shout: "Mother! Although the girl is old, she looks very young! You look young!"
Immediately, there was a roar more majestic than a Buddhist lion's roar in the room, "What?!"
The monk in white silently raised his head to look at the moon, reckoning that the Buddha would not be able to save him this time.
The Buddha probably couldn't save this monk who drank and ate meat and married his daughter-in-law, but his stupid apprentice suddenly became enlightened and bravely explained to his mistress, who actually persuaded her to go back.
The white-clothed monk who escaped from the dead rubbed his cheeks, smiled and called the stupid apprentice to his side, "Nanbei, while the moonlight is thin and the mind is clear, I want to teach you the difficult Dharma as a master..."
The little bald head sighed, "Master, you are really old, and you don't know how to control your mind. No wonder my wife has been telling me and things these two days that flies don't bite seamless eggs."
The white-clothed monk Vajra glared.
It's a pity that the stupid apprentice was not afraid at all, but instead said with a straight look: "Master, the Buddha said that there are emotions that go against one's own feelings. If there is hatred and resentment, you need to observe the five righteousness to get rid of it."
The monk in white lost his temper.
Li Dongxi made a playful and cute pig's face, and wandered back to the house.
The monk in white was helpless.
Ben Nanbei suddenly said in a low voice: "Master, Dongxi has actually been helping you string the beads all night. I am afraid that my wife will find out that the rope is broken and worry about the impermanence of life. Dongxi didn't even dare to light the oil lamp, but only through the window. Moonlight Beads."
The white-clothed monk's face was full of joy, and he said out of nowhere: "Master's daughter!"
The middle-aged monk in a good mood said with a smile: "Apprentice, as a teacher, let's continue to teach you the Dharma."
The young monk was already a Sanzang Master of Liangchan Monastery at a young age. Regardless of his seniority in the monastery or the difficulty of Buddhism, he is actually a well-deserved eminent monk.
The little monk suddenly blushed, and said furtively, "Master, let's let go of the Dharma first, or lend me the three liang of silver hidden by Daoist Han first? Tomorrow I will buy the Yanliufang Mianyan for things." go."
The monk in white waved his sleeves and strode towards the hut, "The moon is not bright tonight, so it is not suitable to teach Buddhism!"
Only one young monk was left sighing.
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At the foot of Wudang Mountain, the statue of Emperor Zhenwu strode up the mountain, and purple air rose.
The two confronted each other at the top of the stone steps, Xu Fengnian was holding the Mountain Sealing Talisman Saber, and the light was shining.
The saint of the Zhang family remained calm and composed, with his hands drooping, shaking his sleeves lightly, "It's really the temperament that doesn't hit the south wall and doesn't look back."
Standing still and thinking about moving, Xu Fengnian didn't start the charge of rushing to the lightning, but like shrinking the ground into an inch in Taoist supernatural powers. In an instant, his figure appeared in front of the saint of the Zhang family, leaping high, twisting his body, A knife slashed down.
The big sleeves are fluttering, with the posture of a fairy flying.
The sage of the Zhang family raised his arm, stretched out a finger, and said with a smile, "Leshan, the benevolent."
Xu Fengnian's saber, which contained ten thousand qi, was so frozen that he didn't even touch the fingers of the old Confucian scholar.
Between the two, it seems that there are hundreds of thousands of undulating mountains separated by a thin line, so close to the end of the world.
Xu Fengnian, who was flying in the air, said silently almost at the same time: "Kaishan!"
Its spirit is Li Chungang's "If the mountain doesn't come, I will, I will open the mountain with my sword", and its moves are the six thousand miles of Jian Jiuhuang.
The tip of the knife continued to press down, not so powerfully, but slowly and firmly.
The sage of the Zhang family, with one hand behind him, didn't seem to want to touch the talisman knife with the dragon tail hidden in it. Seeing that the tip of the knife was only an inch away from his fingers, he frowned and said in a deep voice, "Leshan, the wise man!"
The hand behind the back shook his wrist quietly, in the elephant washing pool halfway up the mountain, like a green dragon drawing water, a magnificent water column as thick as the mouth of a well was quickly pulled up, and it went straight to the top of the mountain.
At the same time, the saint of the Zhang family did not give the young vassal a chance to withdraw his saber and retreated. Instead of holding the sword with one finger, he turned into pinching the saber with two fingers, "I want to see if you are qualified to be that Master of the Northern Liang Iron Cavalry!"
Xu Fengnian, who was holding the knife in his left hand, looked normal, raised his right hand, and slapped it down.
The wind and thunder shook in the palm of his hand.
Immortal touches the top and breaks longevity!
The sage of the Zhang family had originally driven the long dragon in the pool to hit Xu Fengnian's chest, so he had to divert slightly to respond to the pressing palm of the young feudal lord.
Earlier, the old Confucian scholar used a single palm to scatter the two-sleeved green snake, destroying the dead and rotten, with a domineering aura.
Xu Fengnian returned the slap, not inferior, there was thunder and thunder between the two of them, just like two cavalry meeting on a narrow road on the battlefield, only the fight to the death will not retreat.
A moment later, the Elephant Washing Pond, which was involved in the sage Haoran's weather, was boiling, and the water level had dropped by more than ten feet.
The two of them switched to the old and new qi at the same time, the water column stopped, the saint of the Zhang family slid back a few steps, and Xu Fengnian fell to the ground with the talisman knife in his hand.
It just so happened that the statue of Zhenwu was already approaching the top of the mountain, and it rushed to kill the old Confucian scholar behind him.
The sage of the Zhang family didn't turn around, but looked directly at the young feudal lord with purple-gold eyebrows, and said with a laugh: "I want to teach you, my Confucianist, what it means to cultivate one's moral character, what it means to resonate with the world with awe-inspiring spirit!"
I saw the old Confucian stomping his feet lightly.
Ordinary martial artists in the world, especially the masters of foreign boxing, pay attention to killing snakes and rats through the ground. The implication is that if they stomp the ground with their feet, the snakes and rats hiding deep underground will also be shocked to death on the spot.
But Zhang Family Saint's foot had no momentum at all, instead it was just like a random trampling by an old farmer in the countryside in his own crop field.
When the statue of Zhenwu was about to climb to the top, a clay statue suddenly appeared behind the saint of the Zhang family. It was tens of feet high and sat in a peaceful position, level with the top of the Great Lotus Peak!
This clay statue holding a scroll is far more familiar to the world than the Northern Emperor Xuanwu who only enjoyed incense in Beiliang Road.
The ancestral hall of the Zhang Mansion, the Imperial Palace in the capital, the Confucius Temple, the Academy, the Academy, are everywhere on the map of Liyang.
The Zhang family sage flipped his palm lightly, and said with a loud smile: "The vicissitudes of life are like palm prints!"
The statue of the sage behind him then slapped the statue of Zhenwu with a scroll.
The scroll shattered, and the statue of Zhenwu burst apart.
Xu Fengyou shouted loudly: "Get up!"
On the ground where mud and sawdust were splashed, a huge Dharma figure with golden armor stood up majestically.
Stand and sit.
One is the Taoist Heavenly Venerable, who sits in the north, and the other is the most holy teacher who is worshiped as a god for scholars.
Civil and military battle!
The Zhang family sage laughed and said: "This is the world's first-grade celestial phenomenon proposed by Dafeng Gao Shulu, the law of the sky and the earth? I never thought that you could support this scene with the only personal energy left, but it's a pity that the family is poor and fastidious! "
The old Confucian scholar smiled even deeper, "Scholars meet soldiers, why can't they explain why? It's so unreasonable!"
The statue of the saint raised an arm and tapped his fingers.
The real martial arts master interlaced his fingers into a fist and smashed it down!
The old Confucian scholar said indifferently: "I also have some mysterious experience in my heart, and I want to share it with the people of the world. A scholar reads, and if he is good, he will benefit the world. He will point out the country in the temple, and if he is poor, he will be alone. He will not forget his original intention when he reads the book."
The statue of the sage pointed to the place, and snow-white and thick auras as large as the pillars of the palace appeared continuously. The arms of the real martial arts figure were shot past, and black holes appeared here and there.
When the pair of fists finally hit the top of the statue's head successfully, it was already weak.
The two arms of Zhenwu Faxiang were broken and dissipated in the air.
The statue of the saint was only shaking slightly, far from hurting the spirit.
Therefore, the purple-gold aura between the brows of the young feudal lord gradually faded away, and the saint of the Zhang family remained undiminished, and the statue of the saint was safe and sound.
But the next scene was unexpected for the old Confucian scholar.
The real martial artist who lost his arms raised his head, stepped on the stone steps, leaned forward, and then hit the statue of the saint in the head with a hammer!
The whole Wudang Mountain trembled.