Xuanzong smiled and said, "You were ten years old and you were the master of Hengshan Sect Yin Tianyun. At the age of sixteen, you went down the mountain to walk around the world. You defeated Li Shan, the leader of the Beggars' Sect, and Qingxuzi, the leader of Wudang, and can be said to be the most promising young swordsman in Baidao. Unfortunately, Chen Tianlei was narrow-minded, selfish and cowardly. He believed in rumors and drove you out of the wall. He definitely made a lifelong mistake! One day, he would regret his decision."

Hu Qingpeng felt warm and immediately felt much closer to Xuanzong. He said with a slut: "The leader overestimates me! Although his subordinates defeated Li Shan and Qingxuzi, they won by chance and may not have such good luck in the future."

Xuanzong shook his head and said, "You don't have to be humble. The winner is the king, and the loser is the enemy. No one can change the fact that you win. If you were the one who lost at the beginning, you would never be able to stand in front of me today! Since the heroes of the White Dao cannot tolerate you, I welcome you to join this sect and hope that you can show your skills and achieve a stunning cause!"

Hu Qingpeng smiled bitterly and said, "Although the leader has high expectations for his subordinates, Qingpeng is seriously poisoned and is afraid that he will not meet your requirements."

Xuanzong said: "Chi Yan has reported to me truthfully about your poisoning. Unexpectedly, you were plotted against someone at a young age and were the most amazing poison in the world. The poisoned person really spared no expense! I can save you, but to detoxify you, you must teach your sect's magical power "The World-Destroying Overlord Art". Refining internally and externally, washing muscles and marrow can completely eliminate the poison. However, according to the rules of the teachings, only the leader can practice the "The World-Destroying Overlord Art", and you do not meet the conditions now."

The disciple of the leader?! Isn’t that just to worship Xuanzong as his teacher? Hu Qingpeng was so blessed that he knocked three times in a row and said excitedly: “Qingpeng is not talented, I beg the leader to accept me as his disciple! Qingpeng is willing to respect the leader for his life and never be disheartened!”

Xuanzong laughed and said, "You are wrong again! It doesn't matter whether my disciples are filial or loyal to me. What's important is that they can become pillars of the sect, have the ability to stand on their own, and pass on the great cause of this sect. One day, when their wings are strong enough, they can completely replace me. Chi Yan, are you right?"

Chi Yan said respectfully: "The leader of the sect has great magical powers, and is as strong as the sky. He is the well-deserved leader of this sect. How can we easily replace him? Chi Yan will never dare to think about it."

Xuanzong sighed, "You dare not think, but someone dares to think! I always have a sunset and a day when I am old and weak, the great cause of the Divine Cult will always be handed over to you younger generations. As for whom it is handed over, you will fight for it yourself." After a pause, he said, "I will consider your request carefully. If there is no other important matter, you can go down the mountain first!"

Chi Yan replied, "Yes!" He glanced at Hu Qingpeng, with a lot of emotion in his eyes, and then stood up and left the God of War Palace.

Xuanzong stood up long, ignored the coquettish and opposition of the beauty in white, and hugged her in her arms, and said with a smile: "Life is short, don't make trouble for yourself, why not have fun in time? Come on, let's take a break for a while and play the piano and sing." The other two beauties complained that he was biased, and they all squeezed to his side, surrounded Xuanzong and turned to another stone chamber.

Hu Qingpeng knelt straight on the ground, without receiving the instructions from Xuanzong, and did not dare to move at all. He knew in his heart that it was definitely not an easy thing to become the disciple of the leader of the Demon Sect. Even if Chi Yan pleaded for mercy on his behalf, he had to pass the layers of tests. There were hundreds of outstanding disciples with hidden dragons and clenched tigers in the Demon Sect, but Xuanzong only chose three people as his disciples. It is conceivable how harsh his conditions for choosing a disciple were. Xuanzong did not refuse his request to become a disciple on the spot, which means he had given him a chance. He must seize it, which will determine his destiny. Once he missed it, he would undoubtedly die within three months. If he could grasp it, he could completely get rid of the shadow of death and reunite with Yi Wufeng in the future.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of a zither sound in the stone room next door, as if the mountains and flowing water were flowing, melodious and unrestrained. Then a clear singing came, with a slight ups and downs, and the generous wind of the ancients was faintly revealed.

Hu Qingpeng became more and more surprised the more he listened. Xuanzong sang the chapter of "Qingwu" in the Chinese style of the Book of Songs. Not only did he say anything, but he also had the emotions of joy, anger, sorrow and happiness. He cooperated with the piano music in a very deep way and gained the samadhi. It seemed that Xuanzong not only knew how to enjoy, loved beauties, but also read poetry and books, and was familiar with music. He was by no means a martial artist. It was a world of difference from the rumors outside!

After a while, the temperature inside the room gradually decreased, and Hu Qingpeng was so cold that he shivered. Especially his knees, touching the cold and hard floor, it was so painful that he was frozen by the cold air rising from the ground that the blood was condensed. He guessed that this stone room must be strange, otherwise it would not be as cold as this. After half an hour, the air he exhaled had turned white frost, his whole body was cold and bone-black, and he could hardly feel any warmth, and even his heartbeat gradually slowed down. He gritted his teeth and struggled to support him. From the corner of his eyes, a layer of white thin ice began to condense on his body, and there was a tendency to thicken. In a confused state, the beautiful sound of the piano seemed to be getting farther and farther away, and his eyes turned black, and he gradually lost consciousness...

In the cold dream, a warm current penetrated from the top of his head, slowly swam throughout his body, driving away the cold air in his body. Hu Qingpeng opened his eyes with difficulty and found that he was taken to another stone chamber when he was unconscious, but his whole body was stiff and he still stood up. Xuanzong was sitting on a soft couch outside, looking through an ancient book intently. Hu Qingpeng secretly was glad that he had not been frozen to death. He wanted to speak, but could only issue ambiguous syllable.

Xuanzong looked up at him and smiled and said, "You are finally awake! Get up!"

Hu Qingpeng's limbs were stiff and numb. He struggled for a long time before he could barely stand up. He rubbed his numb face with both hands and said in a trembling voice: "Teacher, Master, are you willing to accept me as your disciple?"

Xuanzong laughed and said, "It's not so easy to be a teacher! The first level tests your will. You can stand up under the pressure of my aura and meet the minimum standards. The second level tests your perseverance. You can't use your skills to keep warm, but you can kneel in the "Nine Nether Ice Room" for two hours without moving, which is still barely enough. The third level tests your knowledge. My apprentice wants to be versatile in civil and military skills, and must not be a rough man with developed limbs and simple minds!"

Hu Qingpeng was relieved and said aloud: "Please ask the master to ask for the question!" Before he practiced martial arts, he had become a teacher of the famous scholar Guo Jingzhi, and read poetry and scriptures well, and was deeply appreciated by his teacher. Later, when he was in Hengshan, he was also worshipped by Fang Yuxuan, a talented man in Jiangnan, and read the classics and history books of Yehou Academy. His hard work was especially higher than those of the formal disciples. Therefore, at this time, he was not only not timid, but he was a little eager to try.

Xuanzong secretly felt strange. According to the principle, the most feared thing for those who study martial arts is to take the poems and lyrics. Why did Hu Qingpeng become abnormal? In the past, six out of ten disciples who were tested by him fell to this level. After thinking about it, he asked, "What books have you read before? Can you write articles?"

Hu Qingpeng said: "When I was studying, I learned a lot. I read hundreds of classics such as Confucianism, Taoism, Buddhism, Dharma, military, and Mo, as well as history, rituals, classics, poetry, Tang and Song poetry. But I am a blunt by nature, and my writing of the articles is not satisfactory, and I am always scolded by my teachers."

Xuanzong said: "As far as I know, the Hengshan School is not good at poetry and prose. Is there another teacher who teaches you about articles?"

Hu Qingpeng said: "My teacher is Mr. Fang Yuxuan from Yehou Academy."

Xuanzong said: "No wonder you are full of confidence. It turns out that you are Fang Yuxuan's disciple! Fang Yuxuan is a Confucian master in Jiangnan. He is famous all over the world. I have been famous for a long time. Unfortunately, I have never been able to visit him. As the saying goes, "As the saying goes, the master will be a good disciple, I hope you will not lose Mr. Fang's face." After pondering for a moment, he said: "'There are legacy in the north and the life will be honored. This is what talents can grasp, but no one can get there. It is because of being slow and lazy and too late to spend a lot of time." What is the next sentence?"

Hu Qingpeng said: "'The people in the barren land are mostly thoughtful, and the people in the fertile land are mostly not talented, which is free. From this perspective, we know that people are not obsessed with ignorance and are not as stupid as foolish as they are interested in learning. From the perspective of the people, the monarchs and ministers to common people, those who are not self-improvement and achieve success are never found in the world. The poem says: "The day is about to be up, and the learning is about to be up in the light." This is what it means.'" This passage comes from "Huainanzi; Cultivation and Affairs Training", which talks about the principle of being diligent in one's career and being self-improvement and success.

Xuanzong said, "'Thanks and determination are only due to ambition, and great achievements are all diligent', which is a very reasonable saying! The sage said: 'The three armies can seize the commander, but ordinary men cannot seize the ambition.' Some descendants also said: 'In ancient times, those who set great things not only had extraordinary talents, but also had perseverance.' So how about you write a poem with the title of 'setting ambition'?"

Hu Qingpeng pondered slightly and said, "Qingpeng has limited knowledge, and he does not have the talent of Cao Zhi in seven steps to become a poem. I would like to use an ancient poem to express his ambition. I wonder if he can satisfy the leader?" He took a deep breath and chanted for a long voice: "My husband's ambition is as straight as iron, and his heart is true. Only by walking the secret links and the high frost under the bamboo, I know that his mind is not in vain!"

Emperor Xuanzong was infected by his poems and said, "My husband does not have tears, and he will not shed the separation. When the stick and the sword are on the wine, he is ashamed to be a wanderer. When the viper stung his hand, the hero will relieve his wrist. He is determined to be fame, so why should he sigh after his separation?" The former quotes Hanshan's poems, using bamboo as a metaphor to express his ambitions in his heart, and the hardness and softness are used; the latter quotes Lu Guimeng's poems to echo, being passionate and heroic, which are each with its own strengths.

After chanting, Xuanzong felt very happy and said with a smile: "Happy, happy! There is no need to continue to take the exam for knowledge, the next level will test your concentration!"

Hu Qingpeng scratched his head and said, "Concentration?"

Xuanzong said seriously: "The martial arts and mind method of this sect takes the path of breaking and then establishing itself, and is fierce and radical. By stimulating the seven emotions and six desires to the maximum extent, it can make a breakthrough in a relatively short period of time. This is completely different from the gradual cultivation method of the Baidao sects. Especially the 'Destroying World Overlord Art' of this sect, it is the most powerful and domineering internal mental method in the world. If the practitioner does not have enough concentration, he will be more susceptible to its counter-erosion, and eventually he will become possessed by the devil and explode and die. Therefore, before teaching your meridians, you must test your concentration."

Hu Qingpeng asked curiously: "How can we test it if we can't see, touch, and explain it thoroughly?"

Xuanzong smiled faintly and said, "It's very simple. You just need to enjoy a song and dance. If you can still stay in your seat after the dance is over, you will be considered qualified."

After Hu Qingpeng sat down, Xuanzong slapped his palms three times. As the fragrance passed, a team of beautiful beauties in colorful long skirts came in one after another, four of them holding musical instruments such as long flutes and pipa, and nine others dressed in dance girls attire. These thirteen beauties had different styles, including fish and geese falling, and shaming the moon and flowers, but they all had a mature and charming charm, and the corners of their eyes were filled with spring, like tempting flowers. Especially those dance girls, everyone was wearing tight clothes, and the hem of the long skirt was designed with clever openings. When they walked around, spring suddenly appeared and boldly revealed the moving curves, which was so bleeding.

After all, Hu Qingpeng was full of energy. Suddenly, he saw so many beautiful beauties boldly stretching their hot and plump figures. He was so dazzling and excited that he wished he could grow two more pairs of eyes. He thought that such a sexy test would be better!

The dancer in the head was as white as snow, her jade neck was slender, her waist was as thin as a willow, and she was born with a perfect dance figure. She walked forward and bowed to Xuanzong and said, "Master, which dance do you want to watch today?"

Xuanzong said: "You will dance a song 'Chun Dream'!"

The dancer in the head was stunned, his eyes swept over Hu Qingpeng quickly, and there was a hint of pity and unbearance. He lowered his head and replied: "Yes!"

She retreated to the dance team, raised her hand slightly to indicate, and heard the sound of the flute sound gently, as if a spring breeze blows across the garden, and suddenly flowers bloom at the same time, blooming with amazing beauty. But the dancers waved their jade arms, swirled their toes, and danced lightly like colorful butterflies. Their eyes were filled with affection and the corners of their lips were chuckling, as if the girl in love was looking forward to her lover, dancing gently, sometimes she was bold and enthusiastic. The most fatal thing was that when they rotated, they flew up, and they were long and straight, and the smooth and smooth ** flashed like a cream, which was extremely charming.

Hu Qingpeng looked at the movements of the dancers in a flash, secretly praising their extraordinary dancing skills, and using rich expressions and body language to bring people into a dreamlike state, completely forgetting other mundane troubles.

The sound of the flute suddenly rose, and the sound of the pipa sounded Ding Dong, and the rhythm became brighter. The dancers became more and more anxious as they danced, and fine sweat beads began to ooze their foreheads, and the fragrance in the air became more intense. The dancers in the lead skillfully unbuttoned the buttons of their tops while dancing, and a wonderful whirlpool suddenly threw the outer clothes out, revealing the veil wrapped underneath. The thin layer of veil only surrounded her round and straight peaks, with large snow-white skin and cute belly button exposed in the air, and their firm breasts rose and fell with her beating, which made people imagine endlessly.

Hu Qingpeng's head buzzed, and he felt a heat flow suddenly surge up, and the strong yu look roared out like a beast, causing him to almost lose control on the spot. Could this be the so-called concentration test? In the flash, Hu Qingpeng suddenly remembered his situation, as if he was poured down by a basin of ice water, and his thoughts disappeared.

At this time, the other eight dancers took off their coats one after another, and changed their movements around the dancers in the lead. Their faces were red, their mouths made sweet moans, and their chests were surrounded by gauze. The mysterious peaks and hills were half-covered, exerting the temptation of women to the extreme. For a moment, the indoor spring was endless, and even the blind man had to bow under their skirts.

Hu Qingpeng's skill in cultivating the mind was not in vain. When he realized that something was wrong, he immediately recited the Heart Sutra of Prajna Paramita, looking at the nose and the nose, and entering the state of the ancient well without waves. The Heart Sutra is one of the Buddhist scriptures, which mainly explains the concept that the five aggregates are empty. The most famous sentence "Form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color; emptiness is color, color is emptiness" is widely known. It is a scripture that the monks often recited when subduing the demons of the mind. Hu Qingpeng's practice of this Buddhism has achieved some success, and his heart is completely melted, as the scriptures mentioned in the scriptures, "all dharmas are empty", "no suffering, accumulation, extinction, path", no desire, no sorrow or joy, and the body and mind enter a state of tranquility and ethereality. At this time, looking at the dancing women, they are nothing more than a moving **, and what is the difference between mud, wood, sand and stone?

Xuanzong was observing Hu Qingpeng's expression from beginning to end. At this time, he saw his temperament suddenly change, and his hands formed lotus handprints secretly, like a Buddha statue, faintly showing the style of a Taoist monk. He could not find any signs of **, and immediately realized that the dancers' ** dance failed. He shouted loudly: "Stop!"

The music suddenly stopped, and the dancers stopped in shock, and all their confused eyes looked at Xuanzong. Their dance had just entered the top and had not yet fully exerted their power, so why did they suddenly stop?

Xuanzong pointed at Hu Qingpeng and said, "Your dance can't impress him at all, don't waste your time!"

The dancers saw Hu Qingpeng's eyes clear and calm expression, completely ignoring their charm, and couldn't help but feel ashamed and annoyed. Their face suddenly became pale. They glared at him fiercely, and they were reluctant to pick up their clothes and lined up to leave.

Xuanzong couldn't help but re-examine Hu Qingpeng and said, "How strange, you are an ordinary disciple of Hengshan Sect. Not only are you proficient in poetry and prose, but you also practice authentic Buddhist supernatural powers. It seems that you have been repeatedly adventured! Who taught you the skill of cultivating your mind and understanding your nature?"

Hu Qingpeng said: "It is Master Mingxin, the guardian of the Zen Buddhism in Nanyue!" He saved the guardian of the Buddhist and Taoist schools of Nanyue, and learned the method of cultivating the mind and nature from Master Mingxin, and learned the method of cultivating the mind and nature from the goodness of the heavenly law and Taoist Taoism. Later, he relied on these two unique skills to escape danger several times and benefited a lot.

Xuanzong nodded and said, "So you are practicing Zen's unique skills. No wonder you can resist **神美白. If you pass this level, then only the test of the last level of understanding is left!"

(Note: The plot and content of Hu Qingpeng saving Master Mingxin and Taoist Master Tianfa, please see the sixth, seventh and other related chapters in Volume 2)

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