Live Immortal Cultivation: Ask Daoists to Believe in Science

Chapter 252 The Black History of Michijo Chimatsu (ask for a monthly ticket)

"The majestic Tianyuan Taoist temple master, you come to my Wudang sect to wander around and bully the disciple of the old Taoist priest, isn't the master Jiang doing too much?" Daoist Mo Yuan came to the middle of the Wudang sect's martial arts field with a long sword in his hand.

He was wearing a blue Taoist robe, with white beard and hair, and a wooden hairpin on his head. He looked like a fairy to the extreme.

The eyes of the film crew of the Kung Fu documentary were straightened on the spot.

In their eyes, Daoist Mo Yuan is simply a template for the kind of extraterrestrial master in their hearts, who doesn't even need to put on makeup.

If there is a flaw, it is the fat orange in his arms, which somewhat ruins the image of the immortal.

"Master Patriarch, why did you hide from the Holy Peak and go down the mountain?" Chen Shilei and the other three Taoist priests asked in shock.

"I'll come down to rescue the three of you. This kid's skills are a bit deep, and the three of you are no match for him."

"If we lose today's match, the documentary will be promoted all over the world, won't it weaken my reputation in Wudang?" Daoist Mo Yuan put down the fat orange and said with a smile.

Jiang Yun looked at the old Taoist priest in shock. This... how could he be the former head of the Wudang sect?

He clasped his fists and said respectfully, "Jiang Yun, the No. 20 graduate of the No. [-] Department of Daomen Comprehensive College, has met the dean."

"Tianyuan Taoism is a good method. You have only graduated a few years ago, and you have this kind of practice. After a while, won't you go to heaven?" Daoist Mo Yuan smiled calmly.

He patted Jiang Yun's shoulder heavily, as if he had a thousand loads of strength.

Jiang Yunteng's teeth were grinning. He really didn't expect that the dean of the Daomen Comprehensive College, who was kind-hearted and soft-spoken every day, was actually a ruthless character behind his back.

This old man, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger in the academy, can't see the demeanor of an expert at all.

Hiss, it hurts so much!
"The younger generation is awesome, the younger generation is awesome!" Daoist Mo Yuan asked with a smile: "Your master didn't mention me to you, did he?"

"Although I am your master's peer, he practiced later than me. I taught him the way of swordsmanship back then. Your master is also a talent."

"He was practicing swords in our Wudang School back then, and he actually took my disciple Yunlong to the cornfield of a fellow villager at the foot of the mountain to steal corn!"

"The two of them were caught stealing corn by a fellow villager. Your master ran fast and performed lightness kung fu, so he ran away. My apprentice is not good at lightness kung fu, so he didn't run away. I brought money to redeem him."

"What a shame, what a shame, what a shame!"

Daoist Chen Yunlong, who just arrived, blushed instantly.

Chen Shilei and the other three Taoist priests also wanted to laugh but did not dare to laugh, and it was quite hard to hold back.

The corner of Jiang Yun's mouth twitched. Master and the old man never revealed these things to him.

I originally thought that Master's life experience was quite wonderful, but I really didn't expect to have this kind of stain when I was young.

Judging from Master's personality, this matter is likely to be true.

The water friends in the live broadcast room launched the god barrage in the barrage.

"Whose general is that, so brave?"

"Good guy, the farmer uncle at the foot of Wudang Mountain, I'm afraid he is not a hidden expert."

"Uncle Farmer: Back then, when the leader of the Wudang School was captured alive, and the master of the Tianyuan Taoist Temple was retreated, with a shoulder pole in hand, who in the world would dare to compete with me?"

"Master Chisong felt unkind, and actually sold his teammates on the spot [cover face]"

"It's over, Taoist Chisong has been promoted, and head Chen is afraid that he will take the blame for this alone."

"For some reason, I suddenly want to silently feel sorry for Master Chen for two seconds."

"Two seconds is too little, I feel sorry for three seconds, hehehe."

Jiang Yun scratched his head, and said with some embarrassment: "Uncle Mo Yuan, let the past go."

"My master has already ascended on a crane, in front of more than 20 lay people in my live broadcast room, you should save him some face."

Daoist Mo Yuan looked up at the drone, smiled, and praised: "You are quite fashionable, and you have become an anchor. I heard that there are quite a few people who watch it, compared to those idiots of our Wudang sect. Much stronger."

"By the way, for the sake of you being my student, the old man warns you about one thing. When you go to the Emei School, you must not mention your master's name."

Jiang Yun was silent.

In Tianyuan Taoist Temple, the Emei School is a very strange place, and it cannot even be mentioned.

However, when the master was in the Taoist temple, the head of the Emei School, Taoist Master Miaoyu, would visit him from time to time.

When she came to visit, Chisong Road Chief would give him five yuan most of the time to go to the mountain to watch a movie.

For the sake of the elders, Jiang Yun actually didn't want to know the relationship between the two.

Right now, Daoist Mo Yuan is very talkative. The image of him as the rigid and taciturn dean of Daomen Comprehensive College is completely different.

Zhao Bingbing saw that his colleague was holding up the camera all the time, and felt a little anxious, so he interrupted: "Two priests, our main task today is to shoot a Kung Fu documentary."

"After the filming is finished, how about the two chatting about the old days?"

"Oh, kung fu documentary, what's the competition?"

"Daoist Mo Yuan, after we discussed it, we decided that it would be better to shoot swordsmanship, marksmanship and lightness skills with Chinese characteristics."

"That's okay, the old man will fight for his disciples, boy, I taught you the way of swordsman before, and today I will teach you the way of swordsmanship again." Daoist Mo Yuan stroked his beard and smiled.

Zhao Bingbing and the martial arts instructor took out the script and gave an important explanation, but they were flatly rejected by the old Taoist priest.

They are all people who practice martial arts. Since they are shooting Kung Fu documentaries, it is natural to show some real things!

"Boy, Yunlong has always praised you as the No. 1 in the way of swords today, so let's compete and learn from each other today, and go get your eight-treasure long sword."

Jiang Yun froze for a moment, shook his head and said, "Uncle Mo Yuan, my eight-treasure long sword is broken."

"What, you prodigal son, that sword is a hundred-refined sword that your master entrusted me with, and asked someone to customize it. How did it break?"

"That's all, that's all, let's just discuss swordsmanship casually, and you can use my fine steel sword." Daoist Mo Yuan untied the sword from his waist and threw it over.

After Jiang Yun took the sword, he pulled out the long sword, and a cold light flashed across.

The sword body of this sword is covered with beautiful Damascus patterns, and it can be seen at a glance that it is a carefully forged sword, which is a grade higher than the eight-treasure long sword.

The water friends in the live broadcast room were drooling.

Which man's childhood did not have the fantasy of walking around the world with his sword, killing a person in ten steps, and stepping like a shooting star.

It's a pity that after growing up, because of the sword control, the dream was broken.

"The Damascus pattern is really beautiful. This sword is simply superb."

"Daozhang, tell me the number, I bought the sword in your hand."

"The Taoist priest is equipped with a sword, and the lethality is more than doubled. I hope the old Taoist priest will be careful."

"Swords have no eyes, I feel the need to call old Taoist Zhang Zhishun over."

"A young man in his 20s bullying a centenarian, isn't that a bit disrespectful of martial arts?"

While there was a lot of discussion in the live broadcast room, Daoist Mo Yuan had already returned to his room and got himself an antique long sword again.

"Uncle Mo Yuan, you gave me the fine steel sword, so what do you use, or should we exchange it?"

"No, I'm old enough to do whatever I want."

(End of this chapter)