Wudang was a Taoist holy land in the previous dynasty, and it stabilized the Longhu Mountain. After the establishment of the Liyang Dynasty, it promoted the Dragon and Tiger and suppressed Wudang. This made Longhu Mountain the ancestral home of Taoism.
Although Wudang Mountain has been silent for hundreds of years, no one dares to underestimate the thousand-year heritage of this mountain.
Although the current head coach Wang Zhonglou does not occupy one of the top ten masters, it is said that an immortal guide broke the entire turbulent Canglan River.
Whether he is spreading lies or exaggerating, he is after all a highly respected old Taoist god. Especially when he practices Dahuang Tingguan, the most obscure and time-consuming Taoism, it gives the entire Wudang Mountain a long-lasting aura that is more silent than loud.
Since Wudang was in Beiliang territory, it was natural for him to have a good relationship with the Beiliang Palace.
No, His Royal Highness Xu Fengnian came to Wudang Mountain to practice martial arts and practice swordsmanship.
For this notorious Northern Liang prince, I am afraid that except for a few people such as the young master's uncle, not many people in Wudang really like him.
His Highness the Crown Prince is not alone, he is accompanied by a man and a woman. The man is dressed in black and looks extremely handsome. The woman's white skirt flutters like a mountain elf.
It is said that they are Murong Tonghuang and his sister Murong Wuzhu, who can "break three thousand knights with one hand".
The postures of these two people are really outstanding, and Murong Tonghuang is now chasing the reputation of Deng Tai'a and Cao Guanzi, attracting a lot of attention along the way.
But compared to Murong Wuzhu, it seems to be a step behind.
Wudang Mountain is almost a paradise, isolated from the hustle and bustle of the world. Although I knew the existence of Emperor Murong Tong, I didn't feel that it was that powerful.
There were many little Taoist priests on this mountain who had never seen the world. They had never seen Murong Wuzhu with such stunning beauty. They were all so fascinated that they even forgot to meditate.
Fortunately, this Murong girl rarely appeared in Wudang Mountain, otherwise many Taoist boys would have had their palms drawn red.
"Uncle, Grandmaster, how come there are so many lantern riddles, drinking orders and poems in this book? If one person came up with it, how knowledgeable would that person be? He can almost compare with Grandmaster, Uncle."
Behind the "Xuanwu Beware" archway squatted a few naughty Taoist sweepers from a nearby Taoist temple. And the one in the center surrounded by this group of Taoist boys was a young Taoist priest with an elegant appearance.
Although the Taoist priest is young, his seniority is ridiculously high. He is the junior disciple of the headmaster Wang Zhonglou. Except for a few people, the rest of the disciples have to call him "Uncle Master" or "Uncle Master" when they see him.
The young Taoist priest has a good reputation on the mountain and is approachable. He sometimes tells love stories from books. Several Taoist boys sweeping the floors nearby would sneak out even if they were beaten with boards by their masters.
The person who asked the question at this time was a young Taoist boy who had only been in Wudang for two years. He had red lips and white teeth and was very energetic. In his opinion, Uncle Shi was the most knowledgeable person.
"Nonsense, the person who wrote this book is not as knowledgeable as my great uncle."
A young Taoist priest who entered the mountain a little earlier struck a chestnut with a serious look on his face. The young Taoist boy who had been taught a lesson held his head in his hands and did not dare to refute.
The young Taoist priest rubbed the youngest Taoist priest's head and smiled warmly: "If the person who wrote the book were to debate Taoist doctrines with me, he probably wouldn't be able to argue. But in terms of love and love, I am far behind. Just like the man on the mountain a few days ago, there are few people in the world who can compare to him in terms of killing. This is why specialization is necessary in the art."
"Uncle Taishang, the master can cut off a river with one finger. Do you think the master can beat anyone on the mountain?" The little Taoist boy who was taught a lesson asked again.
The other Taoist boys also looked over, their eyes shining, obviously caring about the answer.
"I guess I can't beat him."
The young Taoist priest touched his chin and looked in the direction of Baixiang Pond.
All the Taoist boys suddenly looked disappointed.
The young Taoist priest patted their heads and said with a smile: "The man on the mountain will be the best in the world in the future. We outsiders will not argue."
A Taoist boy said coquettishly: "The female layperson who went up the mountain with Murong... is very good-looking. There are so many believers going up and down the mountain, but none of them are as good-looking as her."
Although the other Taoist boys blushed, they also praised him one after another, talking about everything in heaven and earth.
The young Taoist priest's eyes flashed, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he saw a red dress: "Yes."
"Uncle Master, what did you say..."
"nothing."
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There are many places with beautiful scenery in Wudang Mountain. For thousands of years, countless people seeking immortality have retreated to Wudang, where they sit on the cliff of forgetfulness or hide in the immortal coffin. They listen to the golden and Buddhist music and watch the mist and clouds surging over the green mountains and beautiful water, leaving behind legends. countless.
At this time, the Prince of Beiliang walked towards the famous White Elephant Pond with a knife in hand. The sound of the waterfall hitting the rocks was loud and thunderous, and there was a large stone suddenly protruding from the pond.
Xu Fengnian stood still and tried his best to strike out with the knife. As soon as the Beiliang knife came into contact with the waterfall, it flew away from his hand and a large bloody seam opened in his palm.
The Prince of Beiliang didn't cry out in pain. He grinned, picked up the knife, and slashed it out again, but ended up throwing away the knife again.
Regardless of the Prince of Beiliang who was competing with the waterfall, there was a young man in black standing beside the White Elephant Pond. He was extremely handsome. He was looking into the distance with his hands behind his hands. Through the layers of space, his eyes were looking at the young great uncle of Wudang Mountain.
This person is naturally Yu Liancheng.
Xu Fengnian was sent to Wudang Mountain to practice swordsmanship. In fact, he was accepted by Wang Zhonglou's Dahuangting, and Yuliancheng also came to visit him.
Although Wudang Mountain has declined, the lean camel is bigger than the horse, and there are actually many first-class masters.
Of course, only a few people can get Yu Liancheng's attention.
For example, the head coach Wang Zhonglou, the "sword crazy" Wang Xiaoping and the young master uncle Hong Xixiang not far away.
The leader, Wang Zhonglou, has a Celestial Realm cultivation level and is pregnant with Dahuang Ting. Unfortunately, he will pass on his skills to Xu Fengnian and his life will not be long. Wang Xiaoping is a kendo embryo, but he is still a little immature now.
And this great uncle, Hong Xixiang, who was riding an ox backwards, was even more outrageous.
The predecessor was Lu Zulu, Lu Dongxuan, the well-deserved number one person for five hundred years, and his existence symbolized the pinnacle of the human world.
After that, he was reincarnated as Qi Xuanjie, the former headmaster of Longhu Mountain. He was a celestial being on land, capable of both literature and martial arts. It was a pity that he never competed with the old monster Wang in Emperor Wu City, otherwise he would not be ranked number one in the world.
In this life, Wudang Hong Xixiang is also a man of amazing talent and beauty. Once he reaches enlightenment, he will become a heavenly being on land. And the reason why she has been reincarnated many times is because she has loved Hong Yi for eight hundred years and only corrected her path for Hong Yan.
"What a pity for such an amazing and talented person..."
Yu Liancheng shook his head. There were many masters in this world, and many people with extraordinary talents had emerged one after another.
But the practitioners who truly persevere are only a few such as Xianzhi, the King of Emperor Wu, and Deng Tai'a, the Peach Blossom Sword God.
For example, Tuoba Bodhisattva and the Sword Emperor of Western Shu tied their destiny to the country. Even the amazing ones like Li Chungang and Hong Xixiang were trapped by the love between men and women. If your mood is unstable for a moment, your realm may plummet.
Of course, Zi Feiyu An knows the joy of fish.
Everyone's path is different, and Yu Liancheng doesn't have the leisure to point fingers.
"Murong Tianzun."
Xu Fengnian's voice sounded from behind.
As soon as I heard this boy yelling so seriously, I knew he had bad intentions.
"If you fart, let it go." Yu Liancheng turned around and saw Xu Fengnian wrapping the knife with cloth in his hand to prevent it from falling when he cut out the waterfall.
Xu Fengnian lowered his head and tightened the cloth with his teeth, and said with a smile: "Wang Zhonglou can split the Canglan River with two fingers. With your cultivation level, Tianzun, is it easy to split a waterfall?"
The Canglan River is the largest river in the northern territory. It is said that it was once split open by Wang Zhonglou, the leader of Wudang Mountain. Xu Fengnian originally thought it was just a legend, and only people who had never seen the world would believe it. Later, after further verification, it was found that there was indeed no such thing as breaking Canglan with one finger - it was with two fingers.
When His Royal Highness heard the news, he spat out a sip of tea.
Is this motherfucker still human?
Yu Liancheng glanced at Xu Fengnian lightly, waved his hand, and asked His Royal Highness to move away.
Xu Fengnian stepped aside and was wondering what Yu Liancheng was going to do when he saw the other party clenching his fist and punching the waterfall from a distance.
Not to mention the distance of seven or eight feet between the two, just this light fist, it seems that even a weak scholar can make it, and how powerful it can be.
Then, Xu Fengnian saw a scene that stunned him.
The waterfall is like a river of stars, and it hits with tens of millions of force. The sound is like thunder, and the water droplets are splashed like jade, which is a spectacular sight.
And under this punch, the waterfall hanging upside down was broken in half, as if it was broken by an invisible hand.
Then, a scene that made Xu Fengnian even more stunned happened.
The waterfall in the upper section actually rolled upwards, and the water waves went against the current, rising ten or a hundred feet high... as if it had turned into a water dragon as straight as the sky.
If the young master uncle, Wang Chonglou, Wang Xiaoping and others were aware of it, they would look up at this strange scene, which is really spectacular.
The water rumbled from the sky and hit the pool again. It took Xu Fengnian a long time to come back to his senses.
He swallowed, still not noticing that his clothes were wet, and murmured to himself: "This technical work is so overbearing, I can't reward it."
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The young uncle dismissed a few Taoist boys and saw a group of elderly pilgrims from Yongzhou. He immediately stood up and helped to take the gifts, smiling and being honest all the way.
Walking slowly up the mountain, we arrived at the entrance of the Xuanwu Hall on the Great Lotus Peak.
There were only a few pilgrims. The young Taoist priest stood under a thousand-year-old camphor tree and watched the pilgrims holding incense and worshiping in all directions, and finally threw themselves into the huge incense burner.
The young Taoist priest always smiled, greeted the pilgrims, and carefully took out the Taoist classics with "Lingyuan Dao Song" written on the cover. When he was about to walk and watch, he felt something. He turned around and saw another figure in black.
The figure turned its back to him and raised its head slightly, as if looking at the statue of Emperor Zhenwu in the palace.
The statue is several feet high, with bare feet and hair, gold chain armor, and basalt feet. It is majestic and majestic, as if it is awe-inspiring to the demons.
The black shadow stood in front of the statue. He was obviously much shorter, but he seemed to be equal and taller.
Heiyi looked back and smiled, wasn't he the one who made the waterfall flow backwards?
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ps: Please give me monthly tickets, the last day for double monthly tickets. Chapter 36: Encountering the Divine Beast has been revised. The sister line should be more careful and not dare to be presumptuous.
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