Wudang peaks faced the great top, and the mountain was extremely beautiful, but the glazed top showed a strange phenomenon. On the Little Lotus Peak, Song Zhiming discovered that the second senior brother Chen Yao, the fourth junior brother Yu Xingrui, and the fifth junior brother Wang Xiaoping all gathered behind him, accompanied his junior brother Hong Xixiang to look at the direction of the hanging fairy coffin. He rode a cow and rushed to the tortoise camel monument, and stood on the top of the monument, his fingers were pinching, and his eyes were dazzled. Although the younger brother could not remember his age, he had profound attainments in mathematics. The four classics of the Book of Changes were all meticulous and integrated. He rode a horse far beyond his peers in divination, and even the senior masters who calculated the 500th anniversary of Xuanwu Dangxing that year were inferior to those of him. He once said that the young master was too much better than those of the blue.

Hong Xixiang felt sweat oozing from her forehead and fell to the monument.

A group of senior brothers became nervous. Yu Xingrui stood under the Turtle Camel Monument and asked carefully: "Is there any change?"

Hong Xixiang wiped her sweat and said with a bad smile: "The heavens are right. But this thunderstorm is smaller than my budget, and it is not enough to scare the sneaky figures of Longhu Mountain."

Yu Xingrui and others felt relieved and smiled at each other. The head teacher and senior brother had cultivated Dahuang Ting and had already made a statement. The mortal rival Longhu Mountain naturally wanted to find out. He hoped that Wudang was a bluff that jumped over the wall. The eldest brother quietly came out of seclusion and the Longhu Mountain that had hidden on Huangting Peak early would probably not be serious. He regarded Wudang as a swollen face and pretended to be fat. Therefore, there were rumors in the world that Wang Chonglou said that practicing Dahuang Ting was just a gimmick for fame. The younger brother was so angry that he specifically chose today's day, which was the Zhenwu Demon-subduing Day that Wudang encountered in decades. Every time, thunder and heavy rain would blow.

In short, Dahuangtingguan is a great elixir in the hut. The elephant turtle draws qi to the spiritual roots. The energy resonates with the heaven and earth. Taoist priests call it a real person, which is taken from the ancient saying of "The Dahuangting Sutra": "Immortals and Taoist priests do not have gods, but accumulate essence and energy to be true." Only when they cultivate Dahuangting can they be considered a real person. If people nowadays like to see any Taoist priest, they will call it a real person, and they cannot be said in the same way. The Buddha and Taoism have been fighting for hundreds of years, but one thing is extremely ventilated, that is, the Buddha and Taoism are born and cultivated.

The law does not advocate the level of force, so Longhu Mountain released a Qi Xuan frame that was recognized as boundless magical powers. Its reputation was as high as the sky, but it was just to subdue demons and eliminate demons. It never competed for reputation with Wang Xianzhi. A few years ago, Wang Chonglou cut off Canglan with one finger and was placed among the top ten masters by a good man. Longhu Mountain was extremely despised and despised, and said many unruly words in public and semi-public manner. Even the young and yellow-mouthed Taoist children in Longhu Mountain were chanting a song arranged by the head of Wudang.

Wang Chonglou did not argue or distinguish, but said nothing. After saving the people who fell into the water after the river was cut off, he went up the mountain to retreat to repair Huangting.

Yu Xingrui asked with a smile: "Junior brother, how much can this prince get to Dahuangting?"

Hong Xixiang sighed and said, "About 50 or 60 out of ten should have."

Yu Xingrui said in shock: "Then isn't this boy's internal strength the best in Wudang?"

Hong Xixiang shook her head and said, "It will take quite a long time to digest it."

Chen Yao said helplessly: "These days Wudang spent time expanding the meridian acupoints for Xu Fengnian and wasted countless elixirs, just like digging a deep pool in his body. The inner strength of the senior brother in charge was the Suspension Fairy Peak Waterfall. It was impacted and the full stool was about to overflow, and absorbing half of it was a great blessing. That's good, the senior brother could still leave half of the Dahuangting."

Hong Xixiang still shook her head: "Not necessarily."

Chen Yao said in confusion: "How do you say this?"

Hong Xixiang leaked a head teacher Wang Chonglou and told him the secret before he went into seclusion, "The head teacher's senior brother was repaired according to the Qi hole in the Prince's body, so no matter how much His Highness can finally accept, the eldest brother's body will only dissipate all the big yellow courts, without leaving any drops."

Yu Xingrui's face was pale and murmured, "What should I do, what should I do?"

Chen Yao smiled bitterly and said, "Why are you here with the senior brother in charge? No matter how weak we are, we don't need to be so afraid of the Great Pillar Kingdom."

Wang Xiaoping looked at the sky and turned around and left.

Hong Xixiang did not turn her head, but just said softly: "Senior Brother Xiao Wang, don't go to Huangting Peak to find trouble for the Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain, as it will miss your pure sword heart. If you don't kill someone, you should kill someone. Once you make an exception, the inner demons are entangled in the Shentu sword, overshadowing the sword intent of the immortal machine. In this life, Senior Brother Xiao Wang will gradually move away from the sword Tao. The harder you work, the more you will be away from the tenth."

Wang Xiaoping stopped, but stopped for a moment, and was still carrying Shentu and left without any worries.

In the elephant washing pool, the prince, who pierced into the deep pool and selected pebbles as chess pieces, bent down and groped slowly at the bottom of the pond, but his speed was slightly slower than on land, and the rest was nothing unusual. The water depth of the pond was a thousand feet deep, which was even colder than the bottom of the Wangfu Lake. However, when practicing swords with the white-haired old man, he unknowingly learned his breath-holding technique. Xu Fengnian thought that he had only practiced water nature, but he did not know that this strange breath-holding and returning to the Taoist sect to the pure fetal breath are the same path. Not to mention that Xu Fengnian's internal strength is still thin, he finally found a right path. There are huge differences. From a distance, the mountain people are definitely not as good as climbers. If you climb the mountain but can't find the road, it is not as good as those who find the road. As for the thousands of roads to go up the mountain, which one to go, it depends on the fate and the opportunity of personal hard work.

Xu Fengnian picked up more than a dozen smooth stones and did not rush to float to the water surface. It was also interesting to see the scenery at the bottom of the pond. Otherwise, His Royal Highness would not have often visited the white-haired old man at the bottom of the lake before, but the water in the pond was deep and green, and the scenes that could be seen were blurred.

Xu Fengnian didn't know the lightning and thunder on the top of Wudang Mountain, but only felt that the waterfall had grown a little, and the bottom of the pond became colder and unbearable.

Walking to the edge of the huge rock rooted at the bottom of the pond, with a leap of his feet, Xu Fengnian rushed up to the lake with the spoils.

Above the Xixiang Pool, a white waterfall poured down like a Guanyin bottle.

Wudang leader Wang Chonglou rushed to the huge rock, sat down with his knees bent, looked at the bottom of the pond, and smiled slightly.

Close your eyes.

Gently exhale and suck.

The water surface fog filled the air.

This old Taoist priest, one of the three major Taoist sects in the world, had no ups and downs in his life. He was born in a lonely and poor family. At the age of twelve, he was sent to the mountain by his parents in order not to starve to death. In addition to two classes in the morning and evening, he was on duty in Taixu Palace. He swept the floor every day and knocked out incense, day after day after year. At that time, his master Chen Yingning had not yet become the head of Wudang, but he also had more than 20 disciples. Among them, Wang Chonglou was qualified as a middle-aged man, but he was willing to bury his head and recite the scriptures. When he swept the floor, he would hold an introductory book. He couldn't sleep at night, so he took advantage of the moonlight

Reading books, "Border" became a nerd in the eyes of his brothers. Only at the age of twenty-four were qualified to sign and tell fortunes for pilgrims. Only at the age of forty were barely considered a small achievement of Taoism. Therefore, when the previous leader Chen Yingning passed away, he was handed over to Wang Chonglou to take over Wudang, the world was in an uproar. At that time, even Longhu Mountain had no idea about this middle-aged Taoist priest. Unexpectedly, most of the real people in Wudang were amazing when they were young, but they stopped when they were old. Only the inconspicuous Wang Chonglou gradually gained the great way and soared up. One finger of the river was just a small example of Wang Chonglou becoming stronger and stronger.

A firewood sodu Wang Chonglou waved his sleeves.

The Taoist robe was swelling and the drums were floating.

He actually involved the waterfall that was falling heavily.

The waterfall is tilted like a bridge.

"San Tongqi" goes beyond the Taoist classical "Chapter of Laozi on the Heshang" which proposes "the five internal organs are hidden in spirits", which is that it first talks about the three eight scenes and twenty-four gods.

I saw the old god entering the dantian while breathing, closing his eyes to think, hiding his mind into meditation, and full of spirit. His whole person shines brightly as the Taoist immortals say in the classics.

I heard Wang Chonglou recite silently: "The five-color clouds are fuzzy and the dusk mist are closed. I close my eyes and look at each other. I realize that my body is a cave in the sky. It turns out that Huangting is a blessed place..."

"The yellow clothes and purple belts of dragon and tiger seals are used to help the gods, and the long life is better than Taixuan, and the three breaths and two and four qi will be released."

"The world is full of grain and five flavors, but I only eat Taihe Yin and Yang energy."

"The two water kings are facing each other's disciples, so that people can live a life of nine heavens..."

Every time he said something, the old Taoist priest exhaled a golden look from his mouth, lingering in the world.

In the end, a total of ninety-ninety-one golden energy swayed the main waterfall dragon and rushed into the deep pool together.

Xu Fengnian felt something was wrong with the pool water. First, it became colder and hotter in a flash. But this was the case. So he accelerated. The most frightened was that he could see a water column in the sky rushing towards him. Xu Fengnian gritted his teeth and went up against the trend, but he could not break the water dragon and the strange golden lake surface. His prince's prince's efforts were fruitless. The water surface was like a large lid weighing thousands of pounds. It could not be lifted with human power. Xu Fengnian's consciousness gradually became blurred, and he still clenched the pebbles in his hand that were about to carve chess pieces with the Green Water Pavilion Sword Skill. In a coma, he remembered the words of the second sister Xu Weixiong, "The fire of heaven and earth, who doesn't burn it in it." He remembered the young man who was playing and almost drowned in the lake. He remembered the bloody and bloody murder of the first time he picked up a knife...

Are you going to die?

Xu Fengnian fell into a coma. All the pebbles in his hand fell.

Wang Xiaoping went to Huangtingfeng but did not kill anyone.

The three of Longhu Mountain knew the fun and went down the mountain. The sword crazy sword was really terrifying. It was not that the three of them had no strength to fight. It was just that on Wudang Mountain, Wang Xiaoping took all the right time, place, and people, and his chances of victory were too small.

Wang Xiaoping came to the side of the Xixiang Pool, sat with his eyes closed, and the peach wood god on his knees jumped continuously, buzzing.

His Royal Highness was lifted up by the golden energy intertwined like a lotus seat, suspended on the water surface, and the waterfall hit the top of his head.

Wang Xiaoping doesn't go to watch it.

With his temper, he wished he could cut off the waterfall with one sword. You must know that this waterfall is a lifelong cultivation of the senior brother in charge.

After a day and night.

The thunderstorm ceases.

The weather on the mountain is fresh.

His prince, who was red all over, was carried by Hong Xixiang to the hut, and a red date mark was erected in the center of his forehead.

Wang Xiaoping went down the mountain with his sword in his arms.

Hong Xixiang and Wang Chonglou came to the Turtle Monument.

The old Taoist priest of the head sect looked as usual, but Hong Xixiang knew very well that the eldest brother was already in his late rejuvenation, and it was only two or three years at most.

The young master uncle said bitterly: "Does it take this kind of Wudang to rise?"

The old master smiled calmly and said with a gentle smile: "It's not necessarily the case, but whether I practice Dahuangting or not, is there a Dahuangting? I can't always stand in the pit and don't poop. It's really a big use for me to be the master. You have to let it go naturally and put some pressure on you. It's always a good thing. Look, even your senior brother Xiao Wang has gone down the mountain. No surprise, with his talent and this trip, he can overwhelm the Wu family's sword tomb in the future. If you have you on the mountain and he is at the foot of the mountain, let's not talk about our master's words, Xuanwu will be prosperous for five hundred years, at least you can have more incense money. You have been wearing Taoist robe for seven or eight years, but you can change it in a new one."

Hong Xixiang squatted on the ground and sighed again, and said helplessly: "You only dare to tell me this. If the other senior brothers listened to it, you would not be angry to death."

The old Taoist priest laughed without any depressed look.

Hong Xixiang remained silent, holding her cheeks and looking into the distant mountains in a daze.

Wang Chonglou whispered softly: "Although Xu Fengnian is very resentful, he is not too bad. When you interact with him, I won't say much, just because I'm afraid that the world and temples will stop in the future."

Hong Xixiang whispered: "I don't care."

Wang Chonglou simply sat next to his junior brother and said guiltily: "When I let go, you will not be able to go down the mountain for the time being. Do you blame the eldest brother?"

Hong Xixiang smiled and said, "Of course I'm resentful, but if I don't let me be the head teacher, I won't blame me!"

Wang Chonglou hummed, "Don't think about it. If you resent, you will be resentful. Then I won't hear or see it. You will complain."

Hong Xixiang shook her head and said, "Senior Brother, is it good to have a master's style?"

The old Taoist priest disagreed. He is not the old guys from Longhu Mountain. He is all human beings under the immortals, and his seniority is empty. If he cannot establish morality and words, all external objects that cannot be brought into the coffin. Why not look at people with a stern face for decades?

Wang Chonglou suddenly said softly: "Junior brother, let's compete? I haven't competed for many years, uh, it's a competition."

Hong Xixiang was facing a great enemy and said nervously: "Isn't it okay?"

The head sected the Dharma and said, "Don't you dare?"

Hong Xixiang said young and energetic: "Just compare!"

I saw two Taoist priests of Wudang who were the highest-ranking generations doing something shocking on the edge of the cliff with a knife that cuts a thousand feet into the Little Lotus Peak.

pee!

The old master sighed: "I used to pee ten feet against the wind, but now I'm still wet. I'm old and old, I can't accept it."

Hong Xixiang laughed and said, "How is it, it's farther than you?"

The old master patted the junior brother on the shoulder and said earnestly: "After the master lost to me, he told me that one day he would lose to the junior brother, and he would put down his burden."

Hong Xixiang had a bitter face.

The old Taoist priest looked into the distance and sighed: "The mountain is not high. It's a pity that I can't see the day when Wudang Daxing."

Hong Xixiang nodded, trying to secretly pat the eldest brother on the shoulder.

I just got a little dipped on my hands and had to wipe them clean.

Why did the eldest brother pat his shoulder? Hong Xixiang knew it clearly!

The old master skillfully avoided it and said angrily: "Your robe is older than mine, and this one on your senior brother is brand new!"

Hong Xixiang shrank his hand awkwardly and said angrily: "It's so unfair."

The head of Wudang laughed happily and left Xiaolianhua Peak. A sentence came from afar: "My junior brother, if you really go down the mountain in the future, you will be more arrogant and will make your senior brother look more handsome."
Chapter completed!