The seasoned announcement of his home status made several people stand on the spot in shock at midnight.
This is the rumored immortal who has attained the Great Way and jumped out of the Five Elements. How come...how is he still in the human world?
Looking at the five juniors who were two feet away in front of him with surprised expressions, Zhang Shangfu smiled and said: "Either we say that martial arts luck has been getting thinner and thinner for hundreds of years, and I am not afraid of jokes when I say it. I have been in seclusion for more than 20 years. In the end, It’s because I haven’t reached the state of return to true nature, and I don’t dare to open the gates of heaven to ascend, for fear of dying and destroying the blessings of Wudang that I have carried over these decades. It’s sad.”
In the middle of the night, the four of them were locked in Zhang Shangfu's aura, but Ye Xiayou felt at ease and said, "The journey to martial arts is full of ups and downs. The higher you go, the harder it gets. It's not easy to break through without a chance."
Zhang Shangfu turned his eyes to Ye Xiayou, couldn't help but take a second look, and said: "I heard that Miss Ye Er has never practiced martial arts, but I don't want to have any insights into this martial arts."
Ye Xiayou bowed slightly and said, "Taoist Master Shangfu praised me. This little girl has been watching her younger brother practice martial arts since she was a child. It's just talk on paper and cannot be done in reality."
"Onlookers are more knowledgeable than the authorities. On paper, they can sigh at one or two of them, much more than those of us in the game. It is not easy to have this understanding. How many people who practice martial arts want to swallow the elephant like an ant. The saying of those who practice qi refining in the outer martial arts is nothing more than ascending to the hall for one day and one night. Little do they know that the inner path is full of ups and downs. If you take the right path, you can enjoy the peace and happiness of heaven and earth. If you take the wrong step, you will be indistinguishable from humans and ghosts."
"What the Taoist Master Shangfu said is absolutely true. I just heard the Taoist Master say that luck is shallow. I forgive the little girl for being stupid, but I also asked the Taoist Master for advice."
Zhang Shangfu seemed a little happy about the girl in front of him, who was a dozen years younger than him, and he naturally started talking more.
"Since ancient times, practicing martial arts and becoming a Taoist depends on chance and luck. Think about the martial arts practitioners in front of you. They are among the three religions, such as Buddhism, Confucianism, my Taoist sect, or the third master, a Qi-refining martial artist who can steal the power of heaven and earth. , including the foreign warriors who had fought against the Third Young Master in the mountainside, they learned their cultivation step by step. Only when the chance of the avenue and the luck of the world complement each other can they achieve enlightenment. But in this world now, opportunities are as light as water and luck is as shallow as cotton. The mighty warriors are like the crucian carp crossing the river. How can it be possible that tens of millions of people can only share this scoop? You have never reached the highest level, so you cannot realize that the power of heaven and earth is becoming increasingly sparse. You will understand it on the eve of your ascension. Just like hundreds of years ago, all of my Wudang disciples could wield a sword for a thousand miles, but now it has become difficult to control objects. Compared with the funeral knife grave, the powerful Thousand Miles Sword in the world, I heard that at the beginning of the establishment of the sect, it is really the same as My Wudang swordsmanship is comparable, but what about now? Third Young Master should know it best. I am afraid that I am right in front of you. Do you have the slightest understanding? Even the master of the Sword Pavilion, who together with the noble sect is known as the Bashu Shuangjue, could also do it a hundred years ago. Using Qi to control thousands of swords, they can cover the sky and the sun. Have you ever heard of anyone in the Sword Pavilion doing this? The depth and depth of this can be used as a secret, and it is definitely not something that humans like us can pry into the inner mysteries."
Ye Xiayou couldn't understand such profound knowledge in martial arts, but he listened carefully. Admittedly, it was more like helping his younger brother to ask questions about martial arts. After Zhang Shangfu finished speaking, Ye Hao bowed and held his hands in the sky, bowing to the sky, and said: "I forgive you for being blind. Please accept my bow and thank you for your guidance."
Zhang Shangfu said nothing and accepted it. Then he sighed and said: "We have talked and talked about it. We have clarified why the second young lady and the third young master came to Pindao. Now, it is time to ask the third young master for an explanation."
Still with that unyielding look, the old Taoist still didn't give others a moment to answer, and said: "I have lived in this world for decades, and I don't want to be said that I bully the young, but the third son broke into the mountain. If you expose this, and you are afraid that the world will randomly say that Wudang is weak, that will be a big mistake. How about this, the poor Taoist can tell me a way, and the Third Young Master can think about it?"
"Okay." At this time, it seems that apart from agreeing, I can't think of a reason to refuse in the middle of the night.
Even if I had to force my way down the mountain, I didn’t seem to have the confidence to do it in the middle of the night. I really answered the saying that it’s easier to go up the mountain than it is to go down the mountain.
"As long as you survive three moves under my hand, everything will be settled at once. Okay?"
Really loud.
It's just that the surprise of the other people turned into one word at midnight, "Okay."
Yan Yan and Yishan Yishui looked sideways, and Ye Xiayou frowned.
Not to mention the third watch at night, even Yan Yan, who is the least aware of the realm of cultivation among the four and defeated the Wudang Mountain Guard with a "accidental injury", is not sure that he can withstand three moves in front of this person who can be regarded as a god on earth. .
Now that he had no intention of fighting, Yishan patted his bald head as usual and said, "Old Taoist Master, why don't we make a compromise and let us two great monks join us?"
The old Taoist priest didn't pay attention to the great monk, and just looked at Midnight.
"Since the Taoist Master said so, I will continue." Ye Sangen said calmly, "It's just three moves."
"Third Young Master is really kind. If you survive, you go down the mountain. If you can't survive..."
"Life and death matter, no wonder the Taoist priest." Ye Sangen said.
"I dare not take the life of the third young master." The old Taoist priest shook his head and said, "If you can't survive, the third young master will abandon his cultivation and stay in my Wudang, okay?"
"good."
Ye Sangen agreed simply.
Silence fell on the big stone platform.
There was silence for a long time, and the mountain wind seemed to be annoying, but Ye Xiayou was the first to break the silence and said: "I will wait for you outside."
After saying this, he groped his way out of the Ascension Altar without waiting for anyone to help him.
The three of them, one mountain, one water, Yan Yan, did not stop them when they saw Ye Hao approaching. They also had nothing to say and followed them outside.
In a few breaths, something flew up and was thrown under the altar. It landed with a clang. The wooden box containing the knife fell not far behind Ye San Geng. However, Ye San Geng did not look back and strode to the ground. Shitai Center, "Come!"
In an instant, the mountain wind was strong again, and the breath was fully released in the third watch of the night. The clothes were bulging and the hems cracked.
Without any instructions from the old Taoist priest, all the Taoist priests around the stone platform retreated to the outside, just waiting to see how the ninth-level Qi-refining martial artist could withstand the three moves of the human immortal.
The old Taoist didn't have any fancy starting moves at all, he still put his hands behind his back, "I have my own sense of propriety, and I won't really bully the younger ones."
"Master Shangfu, just do what you want, I will continue." The voice was loud and heroic at midnight.
The incoming leader of Wudang, who was famous in the world decades ago, no longer said anything. With a wave of his sleeve, the energy in his body burst out like an explosion. In an instant, it stirred up the whole world, filled the sky and earth, and shot straight into the sky. .
"I and other human masters do not dare to do too much. Third Young Master, please take the first move."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old Taoist figure jumped up into the sky, reaching about two feet high. Like an eagle catching a rabbit, he suddenly leaned down and fell, so fast that the air seemed to be torn apart.
The old Taoist opened his arms in the air, and with a flick of his arms, he was only a few feet away, making Ye San feel even more difficult to breathe as the air around him opened and closed.
"Luo Jiutian."
The old Taoist figure stopped three feet above his head in the middle of the night. With his left hand on his back, he turned his right hand over and slowly moved towards the door in the middle of the night like a thread.
In the middle of the night, I felt as if my waist was about to break. As the old Taoist's right hand slowly came closer, his knees bent slightly uncontrollably, and his hands seemed to be unable to exert any strength.
Seeing the old Taoist's palm slowly enlarging in size, he suddenly heard Yan Yan outside the stone platform say loudly: "He will strengthen himself after a thousand cups of wine."
In the middle of the night, the energy in the Dantian was sinking, and the energy in the body quickly traveled through the 108 meridians. Taking advantage of the situation, the knees sank, cracking the bluestone slab under the feet. The horse's steps were steady, and the hands were drawn inside and outside in a circle, still in the Tai Chi starting position. His wrists overlapped to block his face, just in time to meet the old man's outstretched palm.
With a "boom" sound, the surging energy centered around the two people suddenly burst out, and the energy visible to the naked eye was like ripples, rippling around in circles.
The old Taoist fell down in a fluttering manner, and his body flew out like an arrow from the string in the middle of the night. After landing, he slid a few feet away before stopping, leaving a not-so-deep ravine that was shocking.
The old Taoist didn't come forward and stood with his hands behind his back, just looking at the motionless figure in the middle of the night not far away.
This blow was only half as good as Mo Wanren's strike halfway up the mountain. The old Taoist in front of him was a true immortal on earth. Even if he left a little margin, the force was still terrifying.
Ye San pushed himself up stronger, spit out the qi and blood that was rolling in his body and couldn't suppress it, adjusted his breathing, and the energy inside him walked around again, stood up straight and said: "Come again."
"The second move."
The old Taoist priest put his hands on his back and slightly bent his knees. He tapped the ground with his toes and kicked out a piece of gravel. His body was almost parallel to the ground and a shadow appeared. The distance between him and the ground was three to four feet, which he couldn't even think about in the middle of the night. The time is approaching.
"Next to Huang Ting."
Still standing at an angle, the old Taoist priest bent his knees again, and when he was about to hit the ground, his feet straightened before he moved, and his right shoulder hit his lower abdomen.
"Bang!"
This time there was no chance to resist. At midnight, the body flew out again, broke the stone fence, and fell out of the stone platform.
"Third watch!" Ye Xiayou exclaimed.
After all, they were brothers and sisters. The blind Ye Xieyou got off his horse and fell down the stone steps. Unable to wait for the people around him to help him, Ye Xiayou groped his way up, staggered and ran towards the direction of midnight, following the sound.
"I'm fine!" He tilted his head and coughed up a big mouthful of blood again. Ye Sangen's face turned pale as a sheet of paper. He slapped the ground with both hands and turned over and jumped onto the stone platform.
Just this action caused Ye Sangen, who had just stood firm, to cough up several more mouthfuls of blood.
A strange look flashed in the old Taoist's eyes for a moment, and he asked: "Is the Third Young Master okay?"
"It doesn't matter." Ye Sangen stood up unsteadily and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Come again."
"Can we stop holding on at midnight?" Ye Xiayou's voice was filled with tears, and he was about to run up to the stone platform.
Although he couldn't see it, he could hear those coughs and those words in the middle of the night. In Ye Xia's memory, even though his brother was so seriously injured that night three years ago, he didn't feel so out of breath.
"I beg you, can you admit defeat?" Ye Xie, who often said that she had cried all her tears three years ago, was still sobbing. She couldn't free herself from Yishan's arms, so she could only cry.
"I beg you, let's stop fighting. You said you would listen to me the most. Please stop doing this." After just a few words, Ye Xiayou's voice became hoarse.
Her brother has never let her be bullied since he was a child. Why would she ever want her brother to be bullied?
After finally giving up on breaking free from Yishan's shackles, Ye Xiayou fell softly to the ground, crying so hard that even Yan Yan turned away.
"If you are really good, how can I have the nerve to see my mother?"
"You promised not to let me be bullied and now you're bullying me!"
"If you die, even if I don't agree, no one will take me out."
"If you die, who will protect me?"
"Midnight, do you listen to me or not?"
"Stop holding on, can we just admit defeat? It's the third update."
Ye Yayou opened his mouth with murderous intent and spoke incoherently. He only spoke a few words about mountains and rivers. Two great monks who had cut off the mortal world chanted the Buddha's name to calm their minds.
Suppressing the turbulent breath in his body with a few breaths, Ye Sangen calmed down a little and forced a smile: "Why are you crying? I'm not dead yet? What if Taoist Master Shangfu breaks into the house with three moves? Your face lights up."
"Taoist priest, last resort. Please!"
When the old Taoist stood firm at midnight, his feet fell to the ground. The big stone platform suddenly lost its breath, and it was as quiet as death.
"The third move."
Three words, like throwing a stone into a lake, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, like thunder exploding in the ears.
In the middle of the night, blood oozes from the seven orifices.
The old Taoist priest did not move, but two figures separated like phantoms, then turned like a wheel, and finally merged into one.
"When you are alive, you will neutralize the three pure things."
The energy surged like a wave, causing Ye San to take a few steps back.
Is this the true ability of a human master?
“Everything can be done if you want it.”
The old Taoist priest stopped for an instant, and his energy became stronger, turning into a solid pillar that tore through the air and made a harsh sound towards the third watch of the night.
It's the third watch of the night and you can't move at this time, so how can you resist? Seeing the air column coming at a speed that was difficult to discern with the naked eye, my pupils dilated in the middle of the night, and I felt scared for the first time.
It seemed that he didn't have to spend his own martial arts. This one blow alone would probably cost him half his life.
In the middle of the night, I couldn't help but laugh at myself.
"Luanhui!"
There was another soft drink from Ye Hao, and the wooden box trembled not far away.
"Protector!"
Before Ye Hao's voice fell, the wooden box stood in front of the midnight watch with a "swish" sound.
There were two sounds of "bang".
The air column hit the wooden box and the wooden box shattered, revealing the steel knife inside the box.
There was a buzzing sound, the steel knife trembled slightly, and it hit the ground for three minutes. Then the light became brighter and the buzzing sound became a little louder.
The air column pushed the steel knife to a distance of three fingers, but there was no energy left. It canceled out most of the energy, but it leaked out from the outside of the steel knife and struck the body hard at midnight.
In the middle of the night, his throat sweetened, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood. At the same time, he gritted his teeth and raised his hand to grab the handle of the knife. His body that was about to fly out was stagnant for a moment, and the blade slipped a few feet away from the ground, cutting the bluestone ground. Draw a knife and point it deep into the hole.
When all the energy was gone, he spurted out another mouthful of plasma in the middle of the night. He knelt down on the ground with the steel knife on the ground. Another mouthful of blood caused a throbbing pain in his internal organs.
Right now, in the middle of the night, except for being conscious and trying to take a breath, my chest feels like it's going to explode, and the energy inside is so chaotic that I don't even have a clue.
After swallowing a mouthful of blood, Ye Sangen coughed twice, raised his head and looked at the old Taoist standing across from him with his hands behind his back. He grinned, showing his teeth stained red by blood, and said, "Sister, I'm fine."
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At this moment, at the gate of Dongtianmen, two young Taoist priests, one male and one female, wearing golden robes, said loudly: "Master Longhu Miao Taoist, stay up all night and pay homage to Wudang!"
