"Be bold!"
Zhang Jiuding looked at him angrily, his robes suddenly bulged, his beard and hair spread out, he stood up from the thirty-six steps that symbolized the Heavenly Palace of the Six Realms, his black Taoist robe hunted, and he rushed straight towards the rude Confucian scholar.
It is true that I am wary of not knowing the identity of the person who is coming and not knowing the person's cultivation level. However, this has already called the formation at my door. The Clay Bodhisattva is still very angry, not to mention that this is the ancestral palace of tens of thousands of Yuyi Zhenzhen. The head of the Wudang Taoist sect?
Zhang Jiuding's brazen attack was naturally expected. Even in the middle of the night, the two siblings did not know the origin and identity of the scholar Yan Yan. He stood sideways and did not dodge. He could reach him in the blink of an eye. The old Taoist Xuanyi in front of him turned a blind eye to the attack, and the scroll in his hand stabbed Zhang Jiuding's acupuncture point under his arm with lightning speed.
As a leader of a sect, I naturally don’t dare to fight this kind of life-threatening fighting style. For many years, people in the Taoist sect who have been in high positions and pursued the induction of gods and humans cherish their lives no matter who they are. The same goes for this kind of fighting style. He was helpless to avoid it, and with a powerful palm, he stopped and retreated, making a semicircle with his shoulder as the point, and placed his palm on the scroll with the two words "Gou Shen" written on it.
The scholar in Tsing Yi, who had already felt the opponent's vigorous aura at close range, would not underestimate his opponent. The energy in his palm came out from the book, and the history book "Gou Shen", which was rolled up by Zhang Jiuding's energy, was as hard as a rock and pressed down instantly. .
Seeing the scholar's quick reaction, Zhang Jiuding used his other hand to hold a flower, and struck the opponent's chest with a seal. His breath flowed, and he had strong energy to attack the green robe from a few feet away.
With the sound of "knowledge and action unite", the aura of awe spread all over the body. Yan Yan, who wanted to take a hard blow, also used his palm seal to strike the opponent's chest, still trading life for life, copying the cat and the tiger.
Zhang Jiuding pulled back four to five feet, and formed a strange seal with his hands on his chest. Dozens of wooden swords rose into the sky behind him, hanging around him, stacked on top of each other, pointing at Yan Yan.
The Taoist sect thoroughly understands the method of controlling objects in the lower realm, and its momentum is astonishing.
Yan Yan, a scholar with the same name, looked up to the sky and smiled like a clear whistle. His arms were slightly open and his sleeves were fluttering. He said, "Lend me the quinoa, basil, and basil to make them prosperous." His energy suddenly reached its peak. , the surrounding air currents are like turbulent waves.
Outside the Ascension Altar, the weeds, dead leaves, and gravel that have not returned to green in spring are attracted by external forces and rise up in the air to join together, like two giant pythons meandering, their hands intertwined in a mighty way, and they move at will, more than ten feet in front of the chest. Gathering together into a group.
This kind of energy leakage is connected with the energy mechanism between heaven and earth, and the method of using the vast power of heaven and earth to control objects is so mysterious that even some old monsters who come into the house without the supreme mental skills will still be unable to do it.
Zhang Jiuding, a member of the Taoist sect, can imagine that with Wudang, a thousand-year cave heaven and blessed land, it is normal to have such a technique. As long as he practices it properly, he can use the sword to fight against the enemy.
It's just that Yan Yan, a loner scholar, even though the two siblings have been with him for more than a month, no matter what his motives are, they have never made any in-depth inquiries about him. Thoughts are as exquisite as the night, and they are also based on the warning that "the friendship between gentlemen is as light as water" when they get to know each other and don't think about others. Until the breakup, it was only the Ye family siblings who told the truth, and the scholar, who only knew that his hometown was Henan Road, still had not revealed his true identity.
As for this pure Confucian scholar with "蠠" in his name, the profundity and mystery of his ability to control objects made Ye Sangeng, who had just entered the nine-turn realm where he could absorb the creation of heaven and earth, naturally feel the fierceness of heaven and earth more personally. How can one not be stunned by such aura?
If you can enter the hall, you can use the domineering mind to establish a magical method of subtle connection with all things in the world. With this kind of sword control, the connection will no longer make you elusive.
Thinking of this, and then looking at the flying sword and the giant python, which are facing each other in mid-air with their majestic power, how can we not feel excited at midnight?
"Come on, come on, let's see my Confucian Haoran Kuai Feng break through your Taoism with my sword-controlling skills!"
Yan Yan, who was swaying in green clothes and was independent in the world, took advantage of his breath and rose from the ground, like an immortal descending to earth. The giant python was circling in front of him, like a dragon beneath him, with majestic momentum.
Such a technique only surprised all the young and old in the Ascension Altar.
"You are so arrogant, do you think I am the best in Wudang? Or do you think that this old guy like me is dead?"
The sound rumbled throughout the world, but it was not deafening or shocking to the human mind. Even the dark clouds pressing on the golden roof seemed to be within reach, and they seemed to be drawn more intensely.
A figure jumped out from behind the Taihe Hall and soared straight into the sky. This leap actually spread directly across the hall and landed on the Ascension Altar. With just a wave of his hand, dozens of wooden swords returned to the scabbards behind the Taoist priests. It was an understatement. Return to original owner. The giant python formed by the gathering of dead leaves and weeds also lost the traction of its air and flew away in an instant, but it did not fly or disperse, fluttering and falling like autumn leaves gently falling to the ground. Then he waved his sleeves again, and the autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves, blowing out the stone platform of a hundred feet, and restored it to something new.
Even the scholar Yan Yan, who was more than a foot above the ground, was affected by the gentle energy and staggered back more than ten feet.
"Uncle Master." Seeing this person with white hair, white beard, and white eyebrows, Zhang Jiuding was a little frightened at the age of sixty. He did not dare to neglect, so he accepted and bowed. The Taoist priests behind him followed suit and spoke the same words, "Master" or "Master-uncle" with great respect.
The old Taoist is really a child-like person with fair hair, skin like a child, and a spirit that is not inferior to that of a young man. I think he is really the kind of old god who has cultivated to the extreme.
At this time, there was no trace of emotion on Li Buxin's face. He tilted his head slightly and looked at Zhang Jiuding. He ignored his politeness and just said, "What's going on?"
Zhang Jiuding didn't dare to reply and lowered his body a little.
He never thought that he would alarm his uncle who had been reclusive for many years, but out of the corner of his eye he saw the little figure dodging under the Ascension Altar, and suddenly he felt a little disdainful towards that branch of Wudang. .
He didn't hear the other party's reply and stopped asking. The old Taoist priest saw the unconscious Zhang Jiu'e at the entrance of the Ascension Altar, shook his head, sighed, and took a step forward.
However, Yan Yan, the scholar who was closest to him, stepped aside to block him and said, "Dare you ask me, sir..."
The old Taoist didn't care and continued to move forward, shrinking to an inch and taking one step more than ten feet. Following Ye San Geng's "Be careful", who had already guessed the other party's identity, Yan Yan, dressed in a green shirt, flew several feet away again, falling to the ground like a thin feather without any ripples.
Looking at the old Taoist again, he just lifted his feet and stepped casually, reaching the distance of ten feet in a few steps. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Zhang Jiu'e. He bent down but didn't see any movement on his hands. He just pinched the opponent's wrist and made a pulling motion. , Zhang Jiue, who was obviously not "accidentally injured" by Yan Yan, woke up leisurely, opened his eyes and saw the green shirt not far away, his eyes were glaring, and he shouted: "Who is this kid!"
As he spoke, his center of gravity swayed, and Zhang Jiue almost fell down. The old Taoist priest whose cultivation level absolutely crushed all the outsiders on the Ascension Altar put his hand under Zhang Jiu'e's arm and said, "It doesn't matter."
After two words, Zhang Jiu'e could see who was next to him, and he quickly bowed and said: "Uncle."
Zhang Jiu'e was about to speak, but the old Taoist with gray hair and childlike face raised his hand and patted his forearm.
The old Taoist said, "What's going on?" As he spoke, the Taoist sect's supreme mind method, the Three Pure and Quiet Heart Techniques, passed into Zhang Jiue's body with his palms, and slowly traveled through the eight extraordinary meridians, "How come you were hurt by a junior?" ?”
Zhang Jiu'e's old face was slightly red, "This scholar is acting strangely, I think he is a scholar from Xingtan. After all..."
In the end, he didn't put his words into words. Zhang Jiue sighed and said, "My Taoist heart is disordered and I failed to take a good look at the mountain gate. Please ask my uncle to punish me."
The old Taoist smiled and had kind eyes. He turned his head and glanced at the five people over there who were intimidated by his momentum and did not dare to act rashly. They seemed helpless when their own children made mistakes and got into trouble. He raised his fingers and pointed, saying: "You children! .”
But he didn't wait for anyone to speak, so the old Taoist said again: "I'll settle the matter at home first, and then I can talk to the donors, okay?"
The words were polite, but the old Taoist didn't intend to ask these five outsiders to answer. Looking at Zhang Jiuding through the blue-shirted scholar Yan Yan, he repeated the question just now, "What's going on?" However, this smile was now heard. The veteran disciple of the Wudang generation, called Master Shishu, added another sentence, "Has it been compiled yet?"
Zhang Jiuding broke into a cold sweat.
Naturally, after the old Taoist asked the question for the first time, he started to have a battle between heaven and man in his mind. No matter how things started and developed to this stage, someone found him at his doorstep. After all, he had the dignity of the Wudang sect.
What's more, the cause of the incident is really laughable.
Zhang Jiuding had to think about how to change the subject. For the time being, he had to hide it for a while, but he had to save his disciple who spent all day pulling tiger skins to make banners at the foot of the mountain.
But how can things be so easy to deal with now? I think the little Taoist boy who came to Little Lotus Peak has already explained the whole story.
When Zhang Jiuding thought of this, he began to slander his extremely senior great uncle. After all, based on the little Taoist boy's scheming experience, Zhang Jiuding did not believe that this child would directly find his uncle who had been living in seclusion for many years.
With no choice but to do so, Zhang Jiuding was really depressed. He couldn't help but think about how to solve this matter satisfactorily.
Naturally, when he heard his uncle's question, he could also hear the sarcasm in the sentence. Zhang Jiuding, who had already lived for more than a century, was frightened and at a loss for words.
The old Taoist chuckled and said: "Jiu'e had no intention of taking over the position of the leader back then. He passed the position to you because of your concern for the overall situation. But he was afraid that you would not be able to convince the public, so he wanted Jiu'e to sit with you. Alas, It's just that Jiu'e has no ambition for fame and fortune. He would rather go to the foot of the mountain and be a mountain guard than get involved in the internal affairs of our Taoist sect. This allows you to let go. Not to mention how you have cultivated Taoism in these years, nor It is said that Wudang’s reputation has declined in recent years and is not as good as before. How can a person like Han Youyu be worthy of the honor of being an outer sect of Wudang?”
The old Taoist tossed his sleeves and clasped his hands behind his back, seeming to be gossiping, but he was reprimanding the respected leader of the sect every word without showing any mercy.
"You have fish roots and bones, but you just went astray when you were young and didn't distinguish between good and evil." Zhang Jiuding bowed and obeyed.
"Think I'm deaf or blind!" The old Taoist didn't feel angry and boasted. He flicked his sleeves and invisible energy suddenly burst out. He hit Zhang Jiuding from a long distance away, regardless of his appearance, and staggered to the ground.
"In the final analysis, it's your words about being an outer sect that are causing trouble. No matter how good the martial arts training materials are, your temperament is unstable. Using these few words to swagger around the market all day long and think highly of yourself is ruined. My Wudang reputation is really ruined. In your dirty eyes!"
Zhang Jiuding, who was sitting on the ground, shuddered after what the old Taoist said. He didn't know whether he dared or forgot about it. He just lost the airs that a Wudang leader should have and stood up in embarrassment, not daring to raise his head to look at the old Taoist.
The old Taoist said again: "From now on, Han Youyu will be removed from Wudang. Until another day, his cultivation will be abolished and he will be expelled from the court!"
Obviously, this is the most severe punishment for both the outer and inner sects of Wudang, which shows the attitude of this veteran. Then he added: "In addition, from today onwards, the head of Wudang will be temporarily handed over to Jiu'e as his agent. If the younger disciples are capable, they can take over."
One sentence made everyone on the big stone platform sigh.
Zhang Jiu'e didn't quite believe it either. He looked at Zhang Jiuding who was sitting slumped on the ground aside in astonishment, and then looked at the old Taoist in front of him who had his two masters with his back turned. There was a lump in his throat but he didn't know what to say.
"Uncle Master, this..."
He had been practicing Wuwei all his life, and now he was shocked like a thunderbolt by his uncle's words.
From yesterday to now, Zhang Jiu'e, who originally thought he had done nothing, has been arguing with, angry with, and frightened by others, to the point that he himself does not even know that the Taoist heart he has cultivated for more than fifty years is still a Taoist heart.
"It's just temporary, don't refuse." The old Taoist said decisively, blocking Zhang Jiue's words, "Jiuding, let's go to the merits and demerits to seal this body's cultivation. I have been thinking about it for a while since I went to the back mountain. .”
After finishing speaking, the old man turned to the third watch of the night, and bowed slightly with his hands clasped in his hands without caring about the etiquette of the elder and the younger, and said: "This matter is all our fault. I wonder if the second lady and the third young master will be satisfied with this way of handling it?"
The identity of the veteran, whose identity is not yet clear, is well behaved and respectful.
"The poor Taoist Zhang Shangfu will apologize to the Third Young Master and the Second Young Lady on behalf of Wudang. I hope that the Third Young Master and the Second Young Lady will forgive me."
Wudang took over as leader, Zhang Shangfu.
