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The Qingyang Palace is magnificent, the blue-gold sun shines in the sky, and the whole world is flowing with the vicissitudes of time.
Su Qinian and the others walked towards Qingyang Pavilion. Just before the three of them stepped onto the steps, a slightly playful voice sounded in their ears.
"The foundation has not yet been established, Qingyang Pavilion cannot be entered."
What!
This moment made Su Qinian and the others tense up and their movements froze. They had no doubt that the voice was aimed at them.
"Are you alive?"
Turning around with difficulty, following the voice, the fat man looked at Master Jiyuan in front of the Qingyang Hall with a grimace.
Su Qinian and Qing Yu looked at each other with expressions of surprise and uncertainty. Master Jiyuan, who should have died five hundred years ago, is actually still alive?
It was too unbelievable, but then, the eyes of the three young Taoist priests fell on them, which made Su Qinian's heart move. I'm afraid it's not that simple. These disciples are still in the world, which is too outrageous.
"I have met Master Jiyuan, disciples Qingyu and Qingye from the outer courtyard, and Su Qinian from Xiaoyao Valley has met." Qingyu clasped his fists in salute and bowed.
Master Jiyuan said nothing, but his eyes swept over Su Qinian and the others one by one. His warm eyes were like the purest jade in the world. Su Qinian and the others felt as if they were in an old spring deep in the mountains, feeling warm all over their bodies. Yes, even the fatigue of climbing mountains and wading in rivers quickly recovered, and his energy, blood and physical strength returned to its peak in an instant.
As if it was an illusion, Su Qinian vaguely felt the hazy knife shadow in the Zuqiao Divine Courtyard trembling slightly when Master Jiyuan glanced at it, but it returned to calm in an instant.
His eyes were turning, and a look of surprise flashed in Master Jiyuan's eyes. The fat man couldn't bear the silence, and couldn't help asking: "Master, are you really not dead?"
With a chuckle, Master Ji Yuan said: "Life and death are just the yin and yang of Tai Chi. Hardness and softness go hand in hand, so why bother to separate them from each other."
The fat man scratched the back of his head and couldn't quite understand. Qing Yu was thoughtful, and Su Qinian also looked thoughtful.
"It's not bad, it's not bad, it came so fast..."
Suddenly, Master Jiyuan opened his mouth and loosened his grip on the sword. The Qingyang Sword was simple and unpretentious, and suddenly split into three, turning into three sword shadows, as solid as substance, even under the shroud of Su Qinian's mental power. , and it is impossible to distinguish between false and true, just like the three-mouthed real Qingyang Sword, even the edge of the sword is the same.
The next moment, Su Qinian and the others found that they could not move. Under the lock of the sword's sharp edge, the air around them was stagnant, imprisoning them for life.
The Qingyang Sword floated, and then three sword shadows flashed in the air, and they were very close at hand.
The sharp edge was approaching, and the fat man's face was pale. Qingyu's eyes flashed, but his eyes were slightly closed. Su Qinian's mental power enveloped his whole body. The Qingyang Sword had no sharp edge and easily tore it apart. Then, Su Qinian looked at it. The tip of the sword pierced his eyebrow bit by bit.
A cool breath spread out and penetrated into the limbs and bones. At this moment, Su Qinian not only did not feel the approach of death, but the energy and blood around him even began to surge after being supplemented by this cool air flow. A faint numbness instantly penetrated into the two hundred and six bones in the body.
The fat man's eyes suddenly widened, and he obviously noticed something strange, and his whole body became excited.
At this time, Su Qinian looked at Qing Yu and the two men again, and found that there was a green-gold sword mark looming between their eyebrows, but the sword mark was the same as the Qingyang Sword.
From the gazes of Qing Yu and the other two, Su Qinian could also tell that there was the same mark between his eyebrows, but he searched the Ancestral Aperture Divine Court with his mental power and found nothing strange.
After a moment, the restraining force disappeared, and Su Qinian's whole body suddenly made a series of crackling sounds, and even his muscles and bones finally screamed together.
Boom!
There was a dull sound, like the beating of a war drum. Su Qinian took a deep breath, and his whole body actually lifted up by an inch at this moment.
"The Great Perfection of bone training! The muscles and bones are humming together, and the war drums are beating!"
Fatty Qingye's eyes were about to pop out. This was clearly a symbol of the sixth level of "Turtle and Snake Kung Fu". The most important thing was, how many days had it been since Su Qinian came to Wudang Mountain?
Even with Qing Yu's calmness, he couldn't help but look shocked. Originally, the two of them thought that Su Qinian was at most the fifth level of "Turtle and Snake Kung Fu", but now it seems that before entering the world of the soul, he has already entered The sixth level of practice.
In Qing Yu's view, there are few people who can compare with such talent and understanding even if you look at the entire Wudang Outer Academy.
Boom!
Suddenly, Su Qinian and the three of them stumbled, and the entire world of Yuanshen suddenly fluctuated violently. Qingyang Palace shook like a mountain falling and the ground cracking.
Immediately, the three of them saw Jiyuan Zhenren wave his sleeves and blink his eyes, and the four people were no longer in front of them.
It was raining continuously, the sky was dark, and the Qingyang Palace was dilapidated. In front of the dilapidated Qingyang Palace, Su Qinian and the others were in a trance, but soon they regained consciousness because there was an unspeakable majestic aura descending from the sky. In an instant, Like a violent storm, the three people were drowned.
horrible!
Their eyes were as solemn as ever before, making it difficult for Su Qinian and the others to move. Under this majesty, although they were not imprisoned like before, they were still struggling to move.
However, this majestic aura came and went quickly. After a snap of their fingers, the three of them saw a majestic figure standing ten feet above their heads. This was a middle-aged man wearing a pale golden Taoist robe. He was responsible for He stood with his hands upright, his eyebrows long, his hair hanging down from his temples, and the whisk in his hand was shining with golden light.
Standing like this in mid-air, the middle-aged man in light gold Taoist robe lowered his gaze. Unlike Zhenren Jiyuan, this man's gaze was extremely sharp, like two sharp swords, which made the bodies of Su Qinian and the three of them feel cold and painful. This gaze With indifference, it seems to penetrate deep into people's souls and pry into all the secrets.
"Crossing the void is the method of top soul figures."
Qingyu thought about it again and thought of something. Shock and awe suddenly appeared in his eyes. He quickly bowed and said: "Qingyu and Qingye, disciples of the outer courtyard, and Su Qinian of Xiaoyao Valley, pay homage to Master Jinguang."
Wudang belongs to Taoism, and Taoist martial arts masters are respected as real people after they reach the top of their enlightenment. In Buddhism, they are called Arhats, in Confucianism, they are great scholars, and in Demons, they are called heavenly demons. When the demon clan reaches this level, it makes ordinary people of the human race take notice. Become a demon king.
"You are so brave to enter the ancestors' treasures and the world of Yuanshen without permission." Jin Guangzhen said calmly.
With his heart tightening, Su Qinian understood that the person who came here was not good. Jinguang Zhenren had been in Xiaoyao Valley for nearly a month. He also had some vague memories of some big figures in Wudang. This was ten miles away from Qingyang Peak, Jinsuo Peak. The peak master of the pulse.
At that time, the lineage of Qingyang Peak was cut off, and the remaining martial arts secrets in Qingyang Pavilion were divided up. Among them, the Golden Lock Peak, which was close at hand, benefited the most. Nearly half of the remaining martial arts secrets in Qingyang Pavilion fell into the bag.
At this moment, Qingyu also had some ominous premonitions. He also had some expectations about the changes that would open up the world of Yuanshen, but he did not expect that Jinguang Zhenren of Jinsuo Peak would be so domineering.
Being in the outer courtyard of Wudang, Qingyu and Qingyu were able to see some things more clearly than Su Qinian. Taoism emphasizes tranquility and inaction, but in the martial arts world and surrounded by monsters, where is the quiet place, it is in Wudang Mountain. Twenty-seven There are often disputes among the Pulse, and at the lowest level, there is the selection of disciples who have successfully established the foundation of the outer courtyard every three years.
Disciples with the highest qualifications and understanding, all the disciples want to be their disciples, so that they can carry forward their martial arts and even surpass the previous sages and go one step further.
From here on, all kinds of competitions begin between the peaks. Although they are not facing each other in life and death, they are often tense.
Now, Qingyu could see that Jinguang Zhenren might have some thoughts. With his cultivation level, he had already reached the top level. The path to seeking the Tao was no longer something that one or two top martial arts could help each other further. This It is clear that he wants to intercept the inheritance of Qingyang Peak and use it for his own purposes to strengthen the Golden Suo Peak lineage.
Qingyu gritted his teeth, but at this moment, he could no longer tolerate any retreat. He took a deep breath, bowed again, and said: "Master Jin Guang, please calm down. It was only by chance that the three of us found the remains of the ancestors of Qingyang Peak." , Meng Tian was fortunate enough to be selected by the Yuanshen World, and entered it, inheriting his legacy, to re-establish the Qingyang Palace and recreate the grand scene of our 28th Wudang Lineage." (Please vote for recommendations, rolling all over the floor asking for votes, New book friends, please also click to add to your bookshelf collection,)
