Taohua Island is located in the southeast of Zhoushan Islands, located between Dengbu Island and Xiazhi Island. It has a circumference of dozens of miles. The island is lush and lush. It is even more colorful in spring and summer, and it is full of flowers and beautiful. However, if someone wants to go to the island to see the scenery on the island, no matter how much money you spend, you can't find a sea boat and fishing boat to carry you. The reason for this is that since when, rumors of this Taohua Island being occupied by demons have been circulated along the coast.

There were naturally people who did not believe in evil and came to the island to observe. As a result, they lost their way in the seemingly beautiful but actually strange flowers and trees on the island and could never walk out. In the end, they fainted due to hunger, fatigue, fear, or inexplicably. When they woke up, they were already on the beach. Over time, the residents of the coastal areas were afraid of this beautiful island like snakes and scorpions, and they would never be close to this island within forty miles.

On this day, two loud cries suddenly came from the sky above Peach Blossom Island, and a pair of huge white eagles with feathers as snow fell from the sky and landed on the beach on the edge of the island. Meng Xunzhen and Huang Yaoshi jumped off the backs of the eagles respectively. Huang Yaoshi smiled and said, "Brother Meng, I didn't expect you to tame such two alien gods to travel for transportation. This is easier than any BMW horse that travels thousands of miles a day!"

Meng Xunzhen smiled and said nothing. As usual, he inputted a wisp of innate true energy to the double eagle as a reward, and then sent them to find food on their own.

Huang Yaoshi pointed to the lush and dense forest trees in front of him, and said with a complacent voice: "Boy, the flowers and trees on this island are cultivated and planted according to Zhuge Kongming's "Eight Formations" method, which hides the mystery of the opening and closing of yin and yang, and the inverted universe. No matter how you are the top master in the world, once you are trapped in it, if you are not proficient in the method of the Qipao students, you can't get out. How dare you follow me to walk inside?"

Meng Xunzhen didn't answer and asked with a smile: "Senior, why dare you ride on the white eagle that I tamed in the past few days? Are you not afraid that Diaoer will throw you from a height of thousands of feet with my order? No matter how high your martial arts are, you will only end up being broken into pieces!"

After saying that, the two looked at each other for a moment and suddenly burst into laughter. A few days ago, they made a bet outside Guiyun Village, and then they rode Meng Xunzhen two white eagles to Peach Blossom Island together. When they were sleeping every day, the old and the young inevitably talked about literature and martial arts, and talked about the past and the present. If they talked about extensive knowledge, Huang Yaoshi was far ahead, but when it came to his vision, Meng Xunzhen, who had lived in that world of information explosion, took advantage of it. After getting along for a few days, they had a faint taste of a year-old friend.

At that moment Huang Yaoshi was in front, Meng Xunzhen followed, and the two walked to the depths of the flowers and trees together. They walked around and around for a while. Huang Yaoshi pointed to a cliff that appeared in front of him and said, "Zhou Botong is in a cave under the cliff. You can go see him by yourself. Don't forget our agreement. Ten days later, I will come to compete with Zhou Botong. If he loses, you must hand over the two volumes of the true scriptures to me; if I lose, I will naturally let your uncle and nephew deal with it. Hehe, I want to see what secret skills Wang Chongyang has left for you to give you, so that you can have confidence to make the old naughty boy's martial arts improve rapidly within ten days!"

Meng Xunzhen smiled and said, "It won't disappoint my seniors anyway, please wait and see."

Huang Yaoshi snorted and turned away. Meng Xunzhen walked towards the cliff. After more than ten steps away, he saw a dark cave entrance. He stopped and said aloud: "Uncle Zhou is in the cave, and his disciple Meng Xunzhen is looking for a meeting!"

A jokey laugh suddenly came from the cave: "Ha, Huang Laoxie is in trouble and wants to use such a clumsy lie to deceive my old naughty boy out of the cave. My junior nephew is obviously a little bit big, how could he let someone as big as you pretend to be!"

Meng Xunzhen was stunned and then smiled bitterly: "Uncle Master, how long has it been since you met a disciple?"

"Wait a minute, wait for me to calculate." Zhou Botong, who is now the most respected senior in Quanzhen Sect, who claims to be the "old naughty boy", seems to be really calculating with his fingers. After a while, he said, "Since my senior brother passed away, I have not returned to Zhongnan Mountain. Later, I was trapped on Taohua Island, and it has been more than twenty years in front of me!"

Meng Xunzhen said: "That's right. Will the disciples still be little babies after twenty years?"

"Yes! Yes! So that's it!" Zhou Botong laughed, "You are indeed my senior brother's little disciple Meng Xunzhen. Come here and let me see clearly!"

Meng Xunzhen stepped forward, and just stepped into the hole, suddenly felt a strong wind blowing in the face, and a fist hit his chest. Seeing that the punch was extremely fierce, he did not dare to take it lightly, and used his right palm to push his internal strength into his chest. When the fists and palms intersected, Meng Xunzhen was shocked to find that the other party's seemingly powerful fist was empty and powerless. The palm he had hit was hit in the empty space, causing his body to involuntarily pounce forward.

"Oh no, why did you forget the 'Kongming Fist' he created!" When this thought flashed through his mind, a sudden flash of inspiration flashed in his mind. He pressed and pulled forward with the palm of the other party's fist, drawing a mysterious circle in the air, which eliminated the force that caused his body to fall invisibly. This move was the "cloud hand" in "Tai Chi".

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Now his "Tai Chi Sword" has been fully realized, but the "Tai Chi Fist" is still in an embarrassing situation where one foot is barely crossing the threshold. Just now, he had a move with Zhou Botong, and was inspired by the strange fist intention of "existence, empty and clear" in the other party's fist. He used a "cloud hand" to his heart. Of course, his "cloud hand" move is far from the moment, otherwise he would not just transform the force, but use the force to counter the other person's body, causing the opponent to fall in the direction.

Zhou Botong's laughter came again: "Hehe, you started using the 'innate skills', and it was indeed the junior nephew Meng Xunzhen! Apart from senior brother and Emperor Duan, only you know this skill! However, the boxing technique you used later was very strange. Although it was also a Taoist lineage, it was not the way of our Quanzhen Sect. It was interesting and interesting! Come in!"

Meng Xunzhen shook his head. Although this man was innocent, he was definitely not a fool. Otherwise, he would not have been able to practice martial arts to such an extent. When he walked into the cave, he suddenly saw a furry savage jumping in front of him. He was shocked. When he looked closely at the sunlight shot through the entrance of the cave, he realized that the man had his hair and beards all over his head and face had not been trimmed for many years, so he turned into such a savage.

"Uncle Master?" He knew that there was no one else in the cave except Zhou Botong, but he still called out tentatively. Because Zhou Botong was not patient with the pain and loneliness in the Chongyang Palace, he went to find another place to live. Meng Xunzhen only saw him when she was young. He remembered that although this uncle was naughty, his appearance was quite handsome, and he could not connect him with the person in front of him.

"Isn't it me?" Zhou Botong separated his long and chaotic hair and beards and showed a face full of smiles. He was originally a fun and active person, but he had been in this cave for fifteen years and was extremely bored. Today, someone suddenly came and they were still people who knew each other. The joy in his heart was indescribable.

Meng Xunzhen vaguely recognized Zhou Botong's appearance from his messy hair and beard, and hurriedly bowed to the ceremony: "Disciple has met uncle."

"No gifts!" Zhou Botong waved his hand with a smile, pulled Meng Xunzhen to sit down in the cave, and asked, "My little nephew, how did you come here?"

Meng Xunzhen had already prepared the words and told him about the bet between him and Huang Yaoshi.

"Oh no!" Zhou Botong's face changed drastically, and he said bitterly, "How can you do your own thing? If I can defeat Huang Laoxie, why would I be trapped here for fifteen years? Wouldn't this bet bet be lost?"

Meng Xunzhen smiled and said, "If you lose, what's the point?"

"What's the harm?" Zhou Botong was so angry that he jumped on the spot by Meng Xunzhen's understatement, and his chaotic beard curled up. "If you lose, not only will I pay for the first volume of the "Nine Yin Jing" that I have been guarding for fifteen years, but I will also pay for the second volume that you have finally found. What's the harm you dare to say?"

Meng Xunzhen asked, "Uncle Master, anyway, our Quanzhen disciples are willing to follow my master's order and cannot practice the "Nine Yin True Sutra". Why are you so focused on what it does?"

Zhou Botong replied without hesitation: "My senior brother once said that the skill in this true scripture is extremely exquisite. If you learn it by the traitor and evil disciples, you will definitely harm the people. Although we cannot practice it ourselves, we must also prevent those traitor and evil disciples from learning it."

Meng Xunzhen asked again: "Did you know what the main two volumes of Huangdao are for? "

Zhou Botong: "When Huang Laoxie was naturally coveting the profound martial arts contained in the scriptures at first. But later, his smart, beautiful and most lying wife died because of this scripture, so Huang Laoxie was determined to find the scriptures and burn them to sacrifice to his wife."

Meng Xunzhen asked again: "Uncle Master thought that if the Master Huangdao secretly copied a copy before burning the scriptures, he would keep it to practice secretly?"

Zhou Botong said seriously: "It is impossible! Although Huang Laoxie is an evil person, he always speaks his words. Moreover, he loves his deceased wife deeply and will never make a ghost in this matter." At this point, he suddenly understood the true meaning of Meng Xunzhen's questions and said with a stuttering voice: "What do you mean..."

Meng Xunzhen said leisurely: "The Master Huangdao wants to burn the scriptures to pay tribute to his deceased wife, and it will never be spread. This should not conflict with the purpose of protecting the scriptures. Uncle Master, you have been with Master Huangdao for fifteen years. Is it to obey my master's will to protect the scriptures, or is it unhappy that Master Huangdao lied to you and hurt you to imprison your grudges?"

This sentence was like a big bell, rumbling and echoing in Zhou Botong's ears. Although he was not a Taoist priest of Quanzhen, he had been deeply cultivated by the quiet and indifferent teachings of Quanzhen Sect. At this time, he heard Meng Xunzhen's question pointing directly to his original heart, and saw the clear sky outside the cave, white clouds were buried deep in his heart, a trace of obsession that he had not even realized clearly was suddenly swept away, and his heart was clear. Looking back on the grudges between himself and Huang Yaoshi for the past fifteen years, it immediately became a small matter like a chicken and insect dispute, and he would never be lingered in his heart.

As he waved away the dust in his heart and suddenly understood it, Meng Xunzhen said quietly: "But then again, since uncle and disciples have both made bets with Huangdao, they must find a way to win."
Chapter completed!