Mu Xuan put down his luggage and then walked out with the Tianwen Sword. Song Yuanqiao and others had been waiting at the door and did not move away.
"Master Song, is it okay if I bring my sword up?"
Mu Xuan pointed to the Tianwen Sword in his hand and asked with a smile.
Song Yuanqiao smiled and said, "Now is the birthday banquet. We in Wudang are hosting a banquet for all the heroes of the world. Naturally, the previous rules on how to handle swords are invalidated. Even if the rules are still in place, the Divine Doctor Mu can still bring his sword up the mountain!"
"Doctor Mu, please!"
Song Yuanqiao stretched out his hand to signal Mu Xuan to follow.
Mu Xuan followed Song Yuanqiao, and the other Wudang elders were all busy. Tomorrow is Zhang Sanfeng's birthday party. I don't know how many heroes from the world are here, some who are kind to Wudang, some who are malicious to Wudang, no matter where they are. Planting and superficial skills must be done well.
Mu Xuan and Song Yuanqiao walked towards the mountain while chatting. Song Yuanqiao explained to Mu Xuan the allusions of a certain stone tablet in Wudang Mountain in his spare time. Mu Xuan listened with great interest. The two walked for about half an hour before they arrived at the back. Mountain.
The two of them enjoyed the scenery along the way and did not pursue speed, so they spent so much time.
"Doctor Mu, the front is the Taishang Wangqing Cave. You can go in by yourself. I will wait at the entrance of the cave!"
Song Yuanqiao pointed to a cave entrance next to the waterfall in front and said with a smile.
Upon hearing this, Mu Xuan jumped up and arrived directly in front of the cave.
Looking inside, a passage with a little light appeared in Mu Xuan's eyes.
Mu Xuan glanced inside, and then said tentatively, "Junior Mu Xuan has met Zhenren Zhang!"
After Mu Xuan said that, he waited patiently for a while, and then there was a creaking sound in the cave, as if a door was opening.
"Since Xiaoyou Mu is here, come in and talk!"
In the cave, a clear voice sounded, and Mu Xuan was stunned for a moment. According to Song Yuanqiao, Zhang Sanfeng was the only one in the cave.
But Zhang Sanfeng is already a hundred years old, so logically his voice should be extremely old, but the voice coming from the cave was sonorous and powerful, not like an old man at all!
Mu Xuan can only attribute this to the fact that he has cultivated to the realm of land gods.
Mu Xuan cheered up and slowly walked into the cave.
After walking in the cave for a while, Mu Xuan saw a stone door that was ajar.
The creaking sound just now should have come from this stone door.
Mu Xuan slowly walked into the stone door. As soon as he entered, the stone door behind him was closed tightly.
There is a cave behind the stone gate.
The entire top of the mountain seemed to be hollowed out. A huge hole penetrated the top of the mountain, and the sun shone down, illuminating the cave as if it were daytime.
The furnishings in the cave are not luxurious, with a stone bed, a stone table, a few stone benches, and a futon for sitting cross-legged.
There were several pieces of clothes folded on the stone bed.
The clothes were shabby and some were patched.
What caught Mu Xuan's attention the most was a huge wooden box beside the wall. Although it had not been opened, Mu Xuan could feel that it contained peerless swords, and there were a lot of them!
Even if each one is not as good as Tianwen Sword, it is almost the same!
"Dugu Qiubai is right, you are indeed a natural swordsman!"
A voice sounded from behind Mu Xuan. When Mu Xuan heard the words, he turned around suddenly and saw a white-haired old man wearing a worn Taoist robe standing behind Mu Xuan with a smile.
And Mu Xuan didn't even know when the other party appeared. If the other party wanted to harm him, Mu Xuan wouldn't even have the power to fight back!
The Taoist priest wore straw sandals and his clothes were covered with dust, giving him a slovenly look.
Who else could this be if it wasn't Zhang Sanfeng?
"I've met Zhenren Zhang!"
Mu Xuan cupped his hands and said.
Zhang Sanfeng smiled and nodded, stretched out his hand, and the wooden box on the wall fell directly into his hand.
"When Dugu Qiubai came to my place for the first time, he saw this wooden box at first sight!"
"The first time you came to my place, you also saw this wooden box at a glance!"
Zhang Sanfeng said while stroking the wooden box in his hand.
This piece of wood is extremely simple. There are no carvings on it, and there is also no dust on it. It is obvious that Zhang Sanfeng cleans it frequently.
"No wonder Dugu Qiubai taught you the Dugu Sword Realm. To him, you are indeed the best successor!"
What Zhang Sanfeng said was extremely informative, which meant that Dugu Qiubai came to Wudang to meet with Zhang Sanfeng after parting ways with Mu Xuan that day.
"Fart! Boy Mu is the one I like first. If I hadn't told Dugu Qiubai, I wouldn't have known about Boy Mu's existence!"
A familiar voice sounded, and Mu Xuan was stunned for just a moment before turning his head and looking up, his eyes full of surprise: "Uncle Zhao!"
The owner of this voice is none other than Uncle Zhao!
But Uncle Zhao was not the only one who fell from the sky.
In addition to Uncle Zhao, there were six other people, all of whom Mu Xuan had met before.
Huang Shanghuang, the real person who taught Mu Xuan Nine Yin Scriptures, the wine-fighting monk who taught Mu Xuan Nine Yang Magic, the wicked Taoist who taught Mu Xuan Sunflower Thousand Split Hands, the sweeping monk from Shaolin, and Murong Longcheng from the Murong family. , and Dugu Qiubai!
"Hehehehe, boy, that's good! My martial arts progress is not slow! I think it won't be long before I can kill Taoist Ouyang Feng Baishu and Murong Bo!"
Uncle Zhao walked up to Mu Xuan with a smile, leaning on a cane, and patted Mu Xuan on the shoulder.
Just when Mu Xuan wanted to reminisce about old times with Uncle Zhao, this guy's sudden words really put Mu Xuan in trouble.
Murong Longcheng is still nearby, is this appropriate?
Although Mu Xuan had reached a consensus with Murong Longcheng that as long as he left a seed for the Murong family and allowed Mu Xuan to do whatever he wanted, it still felt a little awkward to talk about Mu Xuan in front of other people's ancestors.
"Have all the land gods and masters from the Central Plains gathered here?!"
Mu Xuan deliberately changed the subject.
Uncle Zhao smiled and shook his head, "It's this guy's 100th birthday. I'd like to discuss it again. It's a good time for you, kid!"
Mu Xuan now understood why Zhang Sanfeng said that Mu Xuan would stay in Wudang Mountain for a while!
Good guy, eight masters of the realm of land gods are discussing Taoism in Wudang Mountain. Mu Xuan feels like a husky who has wandered into a pack of wolves!
Mu Xuan originally thought that he was receiving guidance from Zhang Sanfeng, a land master in the realm of gods, but he didn't expect that it would be eight!
Only four words came to Mu Xuan's mind: Don't miss this opportunity!
The corner of Murong Longcheng's lips raised slightly. During the last discussion, Sunflower Patriarch engaged in racial discrimination. He was one of the initiators and did not play with him.
It was not until this time that Zhang Sanfeng invited everyone to discuss Taoism that he was brought along.
"Tomorrow after the birthday banquet, we will discuss Tao again. Apart from the eight of us, you are the only one present! The day after tomorrow, we will be in the Forgetting Cave of the Supreme Being. Don't waste time!"
The wicked Taoist said with a smile.
Mu Xuan nodded repeatedly, naturally he would be late for such an important matter.
"I heard that you are going to create a sect?"
Dugu Qiubai said suddenly.
Mu Xuan was stunned for a moment, and then nodded repeatedly, "Yes, we will definitely need a lot of manpower to deal with Taoist Baishu and the others in the future. If I am the only one, it will be really troublesome to do it. I might as well create a sect and recruit some manpower!"
"Senior, if you are tired of staying in Sword Demon Valley, you can come to our Lingshu Pavilion to stay for a while!"
Mu Xuan said with a smile, his eyes full of hope.
His Lingshu Pavilion already has no shortage of great masters. When he returns and refines the Great Return Pill, he, Gu Santong, and Duan Yanqing will take the lead in becoming great masters.
After Wang Yuyan accepted Wu Yazi's seventy-two years of skill, just like Cheng Shifei and Di Yun, if she was given enough time, she could become a grand master within a year!
In this way, their sect now has six great masters.
Compared with Shaolin Wudang, he is just short of a master in the realm of land gods!
"If you seniors are tired of wandering and want to find a place to retreat, you are also welcome to come to Lingshu Pavilion in Xishan, Qixia Town!"
Mu Xuan was not only plotting against Dugu Qiu, but also Mu Xuan, Zhao Bo and others, were not letting go.
Of course, forget about Murong Longcheng, Sweeping Monk and Zhang Sanfeng.
The other people don't have any disciples, they are all alone.
"Well, they are all people who would rather die outside than stay quiet!"
Uncle Zhao smiled and shook his head. Mu Xuan actually defeated the five of them in one go. It was really impressive!
"However, if I can't walk anymore, you kid, don't leave me alone!"
Uncle Zhao joked, Mu Xuan looked serious and shook his head quickly. He was able to achieve today's achievements all thanks to Uncle Zhao. If Uncle Zhao asked for something, Mu Xuan would do his best to help even if he risked his life, let alone take care of Zhao. Will he die in old age?
"Seniors, when I went to the capital a few days ago, I met a master in the realm of land gods! His name is Wang Yangming. Do you know this person?"
Mu Xuan changed the subject again.
As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions changed and they looked at each other with inexplicable smiles in their eyes.
"That one is amazing!"
Uncle Zhao said softly.
As soon as this was said, everyone nodded in agreement.
Seeing the confused look on Mu Xuan's face, Uncle Zhao said with a smile, "That guy Wang Yangming is a weirdo!"
"Ordinary people want to become land gods, they can only start from the basic training, open up the meridians and acupuncture points of the whole body, enter the realm of great masters, and then feel the natural power of heaven and earth, and can borrow the power of heaven and earth, then they can be called land gods!"
"But Wang Yangming is not like that! He went directly from a Confucian scholar to the realm of gods on land!"
Uncle Zhao's face became more solemn, "Do you know how old Wang Yangming was when he became a land god?"
Mu Xuan shook his head slowly, but he had a suspicion in his heart. Could it be that Wang Yangming in this world also experienced a dragon field enlightenment?
"Thirty-seven years old! He was an official when he was young. After being demoted, he enlightened in the Dragon Field and jumped into the realm of land gods!"
"The scholar has read about a land god. At the age of thirty-seven, we are really envious! Now that decades have passed, I don't know if he has made any further progress!"
Uncle Zhao sighed.
All of them present were very old when they broke through to the realm of land gods. Even Zhang Sanfeng was already over seventy when he became a master of the realm of land gods!
They thought they didn't have much time to appreciate the wonders of the land's fairyland.
But Wang Yangming entered the realm of land gods at the age of thirty-seven!
He is eighty-seven years old this year, and has been immersed in the realm of land gods for fifty years...
"I always thought that it would be difficult for us normal martial arts practitioners to have such a young master of land gods, but when I saw you, I saw hope!"
"You have practiced martial arts for just over two years, and you are already able to kill great masters. Given enough time and opportunities, you might be able to become a master of land gods before you are thirty! At worst, you will be as good as that Wang Yangming!"
"We are quite curious about what is above the realm of gods on land!"
Uncle Zhao finally told the real reason why he supported Mu Xuan. They had reached the end and could not even see hope. If Mu Xuan could break through the realm of land gods and work hard, Mu Xuan might be able to help them in their lifetime. They answer questions!
This topic is a bit heavy, and Dugu Qiubai doesn't want to waste too much time on it. Mu Xuan is only at the master level now, so it's too far away to tell him this.
"You don't have the Eight Swords to keep, so give them to Mu Xuan!"
Dugu Qiubai said to Zhang Sanfeng and changed the topic.
Zhang Sanfeng was stunned for a while and glanced at the wooden box in his hand: "After so many years, your temperament has not changed at all!"
"Didn't you say that you want this boy to protect your disciples? If you don't give him some benefits, why should he protect you?"
Dugu Qiubai snorted coldly.
Zhang Sanfeng smiled and nodded repeatedly, and Mu Xuan on the side quickly figured out the key point.
Although Zhang Sanfeng and others are masters of land gods, they are not gods after all. They will still die one day!
The Wudang Sect founded by Zhang Sanfeng brought together twelve different sects of Taoism. He set the rules on the day he founded the sect. The head of Wudang was to be taken in turns by the abbots of the twelve sects, and no one family was allowed to dominate.
Although his seven disciples are very talented, in his opinion, after training, if one or two can break through to the Grand Master realm, it is already very good.
Mu Xuan has the Sunflower Patriarch to protect his Taoism, and listening to eight of them discussing Taoism, it is certain that he will become a master in the realm of land gods in the future.
After he dies, Mu Xuannian can still take care of his disciples on top of this kindness, which is enough.
But Zhang Sanfeng may not know...he is quite capable of surviving!
After thinking about this, Mu Xuan immediately said, "Zhenren Zhang, it is a great opportunity for you to allow this junior to listen to the seniors' discussion. This sword..."
Just as Mu Xuan was about to refuse, Dugu Qiubai and Zhao Bo both looked over, their eyes clearly blaming Mu Xuan, "Who are you from?"
Zhang Sanfeng smiled, flicked his robe with his right hand, and opened the huge wooden box in his hand. Eight long swords of different shapes appeared in front of Mu Xuan's eyes.
This wooden box actually smells like a peerless sword box!
"These eight swords were entrusted to me by my old friends before they died, asking me to find a master for them! My disciples are not talented enough and cannot practice the eight swords flying together. If it is forcibly passed on to them, I'm afraid You ruined my friend’s unique skill!”
"You have extraordinary talent in swordsmanship, and you are best suited to learn this eight-sword style!"
After Zhang Sanfeng finished speaking, he gently raised his hands, and all eight long swords in the sword box were unsheathed and slowly floated beside Zhang Sanfeng. Each long sword exuded a sharp aura.
Mu Xuan stared at the eight long swords, and was shocked in his heart: "Eight swords fly together!"
(End of chapter)
