Seeing this scene, Zhiheng was even more unbelievable.
Wu Changqing, the elder brother who had taught him so hard, had been in the mountain for five years and had already defeated his junior uncle Hong Xixiang in a fight!
Looking at Hong Xixiang's out of breath look.
Seeing that Wu Changqing was neither blushing nor out of breath, he was still thinking of stepping forward to pat the dust on Hong Xixiang's clothes.
The two of them were well versed in martial arts and made judgments between superiors and superiors.
Zhiheng also respected Wu Changqing a lot.
"Junior brother...forgot to tell you."
"Someone from Longhu Mountain is here today, and they want to discuss the Tao of Wudang with us."
"I was originally going to compete with them in terms of understanding and skills."
"But...but I really don't have the strength now. If there is a fight, you have to do it for me."
Hong Xixiang's breathing was rapid, his face turned red, and he pointed at Wu Changqing's lack of airway.
He never expected it.
My junior brother is already so strong.
If Zhiheng hadn't arrived in time and the two had fought for a cup of tea, he would have been completely defeated.
Senior brother's Qi is so strong that even he who has been practicing for more than ten years cannot match it.
So monstrous.
"You still need to practice your body."
"gone."
"I just happened to go and see the excitement."
Wu Changqing squatted in front of Hong Xixiang with a smile on his face. He patted Hong Xixiang's many footprints on his body.
Just pull the other person up.
Half pushing and half pushing, we headed towards the main peak together.
This discussion between Longhu Mountain and Wudang Mountain was settled five years ago.
There are only two parts in total.
Literary fight versus legal fight, or martial fight.
Literary fighting is naturally a competition in terms of Taoism and Taoism.
However, in this matter, the Buddha has always said that the Buddha is right. Although the debate is fierce, it generally leads to nothing.
The most important thing is to fight.
One is to compete with the Taomu swordsmanship of the younger generation of the Taoist sect, and the other is to compete with the Taoist sect's classic techniques such as the talisman formation.
That’s the discussion this time.
It will be decided between the two parties as to whose family the Taoist ancestral court will be.
If Longhushan wins.
Wudang Mountain needs to retreat and avoid its sharp edges in the battle of destiny. Real people who are more advanced in the mountain path need to practice in seclusion and not be allowed to come out for twenty years.
Otherwise, it will affect the competition for luck between both parties.
If Wudang Mountain wins.
Longhu Mountain will declare to the outside world that the name of the Taoist ancestral court will be removed, but it will not fall directly on Wudang.
Instead, a real battle of luck is needed.
Only when the Golden Lotus of Luck in Wudang Mountain exceeds that of Longhu Mountain, will Wudang Mountain be qualified to bear the name of the ancestral home of Taoism.
After that came the change of dynasties in Taoism.
Liyang Daomen looks towards Wudang Mountain with its horse's head.
Wudang Mountain, in front of the Zhenwu Taoist Temple.
All the pilgrims on the mountain have been invited away.
Both sides of the huge venue were filled with disciples from the two factions who were going to fight.
The Longhu Mountain sect is headed by Qi Xianxia and has twenty-seven young disciples.
There is one heavenly master and four elders.
The Wudang Mountain sect is headed by Prime Minister Hong Xi, and there are also twenty-seven young disciples including Zhiheng.
The leader, Wang Zhonglou, and six elders, two of them are the hosts of this Tao discussion ceremony.
However, when Hong Xixiang trotted all the way to the crowd in disgrace.
The younger generation in Longhu Mountain all had sarcastic expressions on their faces.
I thought to myself how this junior uncle, who was rumored to be the youngest and the oldest in Wudang, had such virtue.
It was as if he was digging dirt up the mountain, without any character or dignity that a Taoist priest should have.
Wu Changqing, who was not wearing a Taoist robe and only wore a plain white shirt, attracted the attention of the Longhu Mountain Taoist disciples.
Wondering in my heart.
Wu Changqing is now far more like a Taoist junior master uncle than Hong Xixiang, both in appearance and character.
Especially the fairy aura that slightly leaked from the other side's eyebrows was even more shocking.
Could it be that this person has already crossed the threshold of earthly immortality with one foot and has the qualifications to become an immortal?
When Zhao Xichuan met Wu Changqing.
His eyes never left Wu Changqing for a moment.
His eyes were wrinkled, and with his Celestial Realm strength, he wanted to reveal Wu Changqing's background.
But no matter how bright his eyes were, Wu Changqing was like an ordinary person with no spiritual practice, without a trace of Qi that he could control.
This couldn't help but make him doubtful in his heart.
Judging from the other party's irresistible appearance of a heavenly being and a human being, he is obviously a Taoist with good moral practices.
But there was no trace of internal energy or heavenly aura flowing.
Is it possible that the other party has already returned to his original nature?
Or... the other party only looks so celestial on the surface, but is actually just a young man with only talent and no practice?
Qi Xianxia originally wanted Hong Xi to be his opponent.
But after seeing Hong Xixiang and Wu Changqing at the same time.
He naturally shifted his target to Wu Changqing, just because Wu Changqing could arouse his interest in discussing Tao better than Hong Xixiang.
The purple-clothed girl from Huishan stood behind the Longhu Mountain team and looked at Wu Changqing's almost perfect face.
He actually saw God directly.
When Wu Changqing looked back curiously, she subconsciously looked away and her face instantly turned red.
only.
To everyone's dismay.
That young Taoist priest who looked more like a young Taoist uncle than Hong Xixiang.
After arriving at the venue, he did not sit on the wooden chair where the Wudang Mountain sect was participating in the discussion.
Instead, he jumped onto an earth wall without any image, put his hands in his sleeves, spread his thighs without any fairy style, and squatted on the earth wall.
He looked ready for a good show.
"Brother Wang...don't you, a disciple of yours, who is extremely good in both ability and talent, not intend to play?"
Wang Zhonglou couldn't help but asked.
Qi Xianxia and all the Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain all looked at Wang Chonglou.
"he……"
"Changqing, do you want to participate?"
Wang Zhonglou thought for a while and then handed over the decision-making power to Wu Changqing.
The Wudang Master's attitude towards this young man couldn't help but make everyone look at each other in confusion.
I don’t know where this young man came from, but the headmaster of Wudang is unable to decide in words.
"I'll forget it."
"I'm still a layman on my journey to Taoism. Come here."
As expected, Wu Changqing shook his head and decisively refused.
He wasn't much of an argumenter, maybe a fight would be okay.
Wu Changqing's answer suddenly made everyone in Longhu Mountain suddenly understand.
They thought that Wu Changqing was just a young man who had not officially joined Wudang and had never practiced martial arts.
Just an embroidered pillow.
They immediately lost interest in Wu Changqing.
Zhao Xichuan glanced at Wu Changqing with a strange expression, but didn't pay much attention.
The discussion between the two sides ended with an order from Chen Yu, the elder of the Law Enforcement Hall.
Officially launched.
Immediately, a very fierce exchange of words began on the court, with spittle flying everywhere.
Wu Changqing looked at this scene and immediately felt like a vegetable market owner bargaining with customers.
Also dumbfounded.
Just when he was watching it with gusto.
A figure in purple clothes had quietly jumped onto the wall, and came to his side with gentle footsteps.
