From the headmaster of Quanzhen, he began to traverse the heavens

Chapter 104 Chapter [-]

Zhou Botong talked about it hilariously, and the Quanzhen Qizi naturally followed with joy. Lin Qingxuan knew that Big Brother Zhou said that one is one, and it was definitely not a false statement.

Coupled with the fact that Xiangxi is indeed the first in martial arts to fight alone on the Huashan Mountain, Lin Qingxuan thought of the girl who was waiting in the Zhongnanshan ancient tomb, and he did not hesitate to go forward to Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi saluted and thanked him.

Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong have practiced diligently for 25 years since their first defeat in the Huashan sword debate. The time is to think hard and think about how to create a unique martial arts to defeat the other three.

Both of them thought that after Wang Chongyang's death, he would only need to work harder than the other three to win the second sword battle.

But I didn't expect Zhou Botong to make great progress in martial arts in more than ten years. Not only did he create extraordinary skills, but he also learned the Jiuyin Zhenjing. To be able to overpower.

Beibei Hong Qigong and Dongxie Huang Yaoshi's 25 years of painstaking efforts have been in vain, so no matter how open-minded the Beibei and Dongxie two masters are, they are not in a good mood for a while, feeling a little empty and dazed.

Huang Rong Bingxue was smart and noticed that her teacher and her father were not enjoying themselves, so she dragged the two to talk about interesting things.

When Hong Qigong thought about the delicious delicacies he could taste when he came down the mountain, he immediately forgot everything, laughed and said, "Brother Yao, the best martial artist in the world belongs to Qingxuan Zhenren, but I dare to say that this cooking skill is the best in the world. We are Rong'er."

Huang Yaoshi also smiled slightly, holding his daughter and Hong Qigong, and said, "Then let's go down the mountain."

Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi left floating as they spoke. Guo Jing was the most aware of the festivals, and hurriedly went to Zhou Botong and his wife to say goodbye, and then to Quanzhen Bazi to say goodbye.

Lin Qingxuan saw that Guo Jing was only three or four years older than himself, and he didn't have a golden finger like Tianyanjing, and he didn't have previous knowledge. It is really rare to reach the No.1 level under the current five absolutes.

However, the most rare thing about Guo Jing is his chivalrous spirit - "the great chivalrous person serves the country and the people".

Lin Qingxuan himself was devoted to the Tao and only wanted longevity, but he had no intention or inability to manage the major event of changing the dynasty, but after all, he knew that the future war between Mongolia and Song would also be a tragedy on earth, so he couldn't bear it, and he was ready to do something.

Thinking that Guo Jing would stay in Xiangyang City for decades in the future, Lin Qingxuan sighed in his heart and stepped forward to help Guo Jing first.

Looking at the simple and honest young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes in front of him, Lin Qingxuan smiled and said, "Guo Jing, you are kind-hearted and dedicated to the people. In the future, you will definitely be a banner of the righteous way of our Central Plains Wulin. The poor way is cultivated in the Zixiao Palace of Wudang Mountain. When you arrive in Xiangyang, you must have a face-to-face with me, but it's okay if you ask for a difficult situation."

Guo Jing was deeply moved when he heard this, and gave a deep salute, saying, "Thank you, Daoist Lin, for this disciple to keep in mind."

Lin Qingxuan nodded slightly, and Guo Jing surrendered to Quanzhen Bazi again before turning around and going down the mountain.

At this time, the top of Mount Huashan was pitch black. Fortunately, the stars and the moon were bright, and everyone was a martial arts expert, so they could see clearly.

Qiu Chuji saw that only the eighth son of Quanzhen, Zhou Botong, and Aunt Ying were left on the top of the mountain, all of them from his own family, so he stroked his beard and smiled and said, "Junior Brother Lin, you have won the title of number one in the world this time. It must be very gratifying.”

Wang Chuyi also chuckled and said, "Yes, since my teacher Xian passed away, I have been worried that Ouyang Feng will make a comeback. We practice hard every day, and everyone has refined a set of the same-guidance swordsmanship, so we don't dare to fight on matters related to the Daoist sect. Do it well.

I also know that martial arts are not the top in the arena, and I am afraid of attracting great masters to humiliate their teachers, but now Junior Brother Lin has inherited the mantle of his mentor. Gong, my Quanzhen Sect has another confidant, and the momentum of Daxing can't be changed! "

The rest of the disciples also showed joy, and raised their hands to Ma Yu in unison: "Brother Zhang, my Daxing can't be easier."

Ma Yu is the most humble person, but at this time he is not polite, he waved his whisk and said: "Quanzhen Daxing, Zhenli Daomen, I can collect disciples and promote Daoism after I go back."

The other seven sons bowed and saluted together, saying, "I respectfully obey the decree of the teacher and brother."

Ma Yu personally supported Lin Qingxuan and prevented him from saluting, then dragged him to Zhou Botong and said with a smile, "Uncle Master, there is something I need to ask you to do."

Zhou Botong was the most troublesome to deal with anything. He looked bitter and waved his hand: "Your Quanzhen headmaster was handed down from my brother's own mouth. It's fine to be the master of anything."

Ma Yu pointed to Lin Qingxuan, and said, "Uncle Zhou, Junior Brother Lin is the descendant of your mentor who you brought in. Now he has learned innate skills, and he has made great contributions to my teaching. He is the number one expert in the world. The great prosperity of the true religion is unstoppable.

Junior Brother Lin’s martial arts are ten times better than mine, and his Daoist cultivation is no longer inferior to me, so I want to pass on the Quanzhen Headmaster to Junior Brother Lin. You are the only old master of my teaching, and I cannot help but ask you for instructions on this matter. "

Zhou Botong laughed and said, "Brother Lin is simply the reincarnation of my senior brother. It would be better for him to be the head teacher. I agree."

Ma Yu turned around and looked at Lin Qingxuan with a smile, and said, "Junior Brother Lin, the future of our Quanzhen Sect depends on you."

Although Lin Qingxuan had long known that Senior Brother Ma Yu intended to pass on the position of headmaster to himself in the future, he could never have imagined that it was now.

Lin Qingxuan has nothing to do with being the head teacher of Quanzhen, and even has some expectations, but now Ma Yu is only in his sixties, and the youngest Wang Chuyi, Hao Datong, and Sun Buer of the rest of the schools are less than 50 years old. Now that they are in their prime of life, the Quanzhen Sect has no strong opponents, and the seven of them are quite advanced in martial arts, so it will not be a problem to rule the Holy See for another ten or twenty years.

Lin Qingxuan thought again and again, but still bowed and said: "Thank you for your kindness, my teacher, but my teaching is about to flourish, and it should be blooming everywhere. When the disciples are widely accepted, you will continue to sit in the Chongyang Palace and coordinate in the center, and I will wait for the seven people in the dojo of the lower courtyard. Business is the right way.

The foolish brother is young and ignorant, how can he control the great event of my Quanzhen Sect pioneering and innovating and expanding the territory?You have to be at the helm, the teacher brother. For the younger brother, you only need to run the business in Wudang Mountain and make some achievements before you care about it. "

Lin Qingxuan's words were not leaking, and Ma Yu didn't know how to deal with it for a while. Qiu Chuji smiled and said: "Junior Brother Lin said the same thing, brother, we are all brothers from our own family. What will happen sooner or later? Just listen to Junior Brother Lin, although he He is young and serious, he has to make some achievements in the dojo of Zixiao Palace, and he will have experience in the future when he takes over the sect, so he will wait a few years."

Ma Yu thought for a while and smiled slightly, and said, "It's too hasty for my brother, then this matter will be discussed in the future. Let's go back to the Chongyang Palace to discuss the regulations of a broad division."

The masters agreed in unison, and Ma Yu asked Zhou Botong and Ying Gu to return to the Chongyang Palace to recover from their injuries.

Zhou Botong just shook his head, pulled Lin Qingxuan, and said with a smile, "My injury will heal in three days, brother, I'll take Ying Gu to Changshou Valley first, don't forget to find us."

After Zhou Botong finished speaking, he took Ying Gu's hand and slid down the mountain, as if he was escaping because he was afraid that the seventh son of Quanzhen would bother him again.

Although Lin Qingxuan of Longevity Valley used a strange door to prevent strangers from breaking in, he expected Yinggu to know a little bit, and the two of them would be able to get in. Thinking of this, Lin Qingxuan would not stop him and let the two disappear. .

Quanzhen Qizi couldn't help but smile when he saw his uncle.

Wang Chuyi smiled and said, "Uncle Zhou is innocent and naive. If it weren't for that, he wouldn't be able to practice the cultivation realm of a great master."

At this time, it was already midnight, and the dark clouds in the sky covered the moon, making the top of the mountain pitch black.

Although the top of Mount Hua was pitch black in the middle of the night, and the cold wind was howling and terrifying, the eight masters of Quanzhen were all masters of Taoism, and they were not afraid of scary scenes at all, let alone at this time, Daoist Qingxuan won the No. 1 martial arts in the world. No. Guangquan Zhenjiao is already within reach, and Bazi is even more unrestrained, chatting and laughing before walking down the mountain.

The eight people descended all the way from the top of the mountain, even in the dark of the night, but after all, the artisans were daring, even the iron rope and the edge of the cliff could easily pass by, and when they reached the Shansun Pavilion, they arrived at the foot of Mount Hua. It takes half an hour to walk out of the gorge of Huashan completely.

At this time, the eastern sky was slightly bright, and Quanzhen Bazi sat in the Shansun Pavilion to rest.

Mongolia is gaining momentum, and the fall of the Jin Kingdom seems to be imminent. I am afraid that the next step is that the Mongols will continue to attack the Song Dynasty. Ma Yu and others are talking about how to hang the pot to save the world, gather disciples, and maintain the safety of one party. Suddenly they see a distance. There were two young people who came all the way fast, and their actions showed good lightness.

When I got closer, I could see that one was wearing a black missionary robe and the other was wearing a gray Confucian shirt. They were two handsome young men of the same age.

The two young people talked and walked, seeming to be quite speculative, and they arrived in front of Shansun Pavilion in a moment.

At this time, it was dark and unclear before dawn. The young man wearing a Confucian shirt pointed to the pavilion in front and said with a smile: "Brother Zhao, I heard that the Huashan Mountain Sun Pavilion was built by the ancestor Chen Tuan at that time, we might as well go in and have a look. ."

The young man in the black Taoist robe looked up at the towering Mount Hua and said, "I don't know if the master has already competed with other seniors. Brother Lu, let's go up the mountain first. Take a tour."

"That's the reason." The Confucian robe son nodded and agreed, and then the two of them were about to go straight through Shansun Pavilion and climb Huashan Mountain Road.

Suddenly, the sky suddenly turned bright, and the eastern sky shone a touch of morning sun. The two suddenly saw that there were eight Taoists in Taoist robes sitting in the Shansun Pavilion surrounded by twelve large dragon vines. They were seven men and one woman. The beard and hair are gray, and some are black and black, but everyone is smiling and dignified.

Lu Gongzi suddenly saw that he thought he had seen an immortal, and his tongue was speechless, but the little Taoist surnamed Zhao next to him respectfully bowed his head and said, "This disciple pays respect to Master Zhang, Master Tan, Master Liu, Master Qiu, Master Wang, Master Hao, Uncle Sun, meet my teacher..."

Lin Qingxuan smiled and said, "This is the younger brother's seventh disciple, Zhao Zhiyan. I wanted to bring him to Huashan to see the world, but he came first when he encountered Qiu Qianren chasing after Brother Zhou."

On the way down the mountain, Quanzhen Qizi also heard Lin Qingxuan say that he had accepted seven disciples in Zixiao Palace. Seeing that this was the clan of Zhao, he nodded with a smile.

"Brother Lu, these eight are the real masters of my Quanzhen Sect, and this is the real Danyang..."

Zhao Zhiyan originally thought that he had to climb to the top of Huashan Mountain to see Master, but he saw the eight sons of Quanzhen as soon as he entered the mountain. He was very happy and said to the scholar beside him before he got up.

The young man also hurriedly bowed his head and said, "Junior Lu Zhanyuan pays respects to eight real people."

On August [-]th of the previous year, the Seventh Master Quanzhen was preparing to fight against Sha Tongtian and others in Yanyu Tower, Jiaxing. He also heard that there has been a rising star in Jiangnan's martial arts in recent years, so he has created a big name in Jiangnan. It is said to be "two Lujiazhuang in the south of the Yangtze River".

The owner of Lujiazhuang in Jiaxing is the Lu Zhanyuan in front of him. The Quanzhen Seventh Son got up and paid half the salute. Lin Qingxuan also got up to help Lu Zhanyuan himself. up.

Lin Qingxuan smiled slightly, knowing that this person's internal strength is not under Zhao Zhiyan, but not the way of Taoism. He activated Tianyanjing to look at it and said with a smile: "Your Shaolin sect's basic martial arts are really not bad."

Lu Zhanyuan was startled when he heard the words, but just as he was about to speak, he took a step backwards. Only then did he know that the power of Qingxuan could last for so long. The three master craftsmen are masters.

On the way, Zhao Zhiyan met Lu Zhanyuan and the two became friends at first sight. They came to Huashan to watch the grand master discussing the sword. Although he knew that Lu Zhanyuan was highly skilled in martial arts, he did not know that he was a disciple of the Shaolin School. Even knowing that, it is more and more admirable.

In recent years, although Lu Zhanyuan has achieved a great reputation in martial arts, he is also limited to a corner of the south of the Yangtze River, and he has never seen the elegance of a peerless master. Lin Qingxuan explained the origin of martial arts in one sentence. Although he did not understand, he just obeyed and bowed .

"The real people of Qingxuan and all the real people are famous in the martial arts, and the younger generation has long admired them. That's why I came to have an insight with Brother Zhao."

With the blessing of Lin Qingxuan's inner strength, he tried casually, and Tian Yanjing instantly found out that Lu Zhanyuan's inner strength was Shaolin's inner strength method. Although it was not very profound, it was impartial. And the six meridians of the eight meridians of the odd meridian can naturally also practice the superior internal skills of the authentic Buddhist sect.

As soon as Wang Chu saw that his younger brother Lin had tried it out, Lu Zhanyuan was a true Shaolin sect, and he asked casually, "Isn't the Shaolin Temple still closed? Why is there another descendant besides the Xianxia sect, who is your master?"

"The real Yuyang asked the juniors and dared not to hide. Although the juniors practiced Shaolin's authentic Buddhism, they did not worship any masters. They just received the favor of Zen Master Tianming, who came to Anfahua Temple in front of Shaolin Temple to place an order. I have downloaded a set of clay figurines with the authentic inner work of Shaolin Temple on it. Because I have never worshipped under Shaolin, I have never taught this inner work to my younger brother. I only plan to end it with me, and even bring it with me on the day of my death. Underground, lest the Shaolin magic be leaked out..."

Lu Zhanyuan's words were very decent, and the rest of the students knew that he was valued by his predecessors, which was considered a blessing, but Lin Qingxuan was moved and asked, "How many clay figurines are there?"

"Eighteen, Zen Master Tianming told me that they are eighteen Arhats."

Lin Qingxuan's heart moved, and he secretly said: Could it be that it is a clay puppet of "Arhat's magic power"?

Jiaxing Lujiazhuang's martial arts is not good. In several generations, only Lu Zhanyuan has emerged. His younger brother is also a martial arts master in Lujiazhuang since childhood. Why is his martial arts low?

It seems that because Lu Zhanyuan learned Shaolin's authentic internal skills, his tomb in the original book was dug up and stolen by Wu Santong, and the corpse and the burial were nowhere to be seen. Could it be the Eighteen Arhat clay figurines who taught the bastards to learn the magic of Arhat's warding off the devil a few hundred years later. Is it actually in the hands of Lu Zhanyuan?
Could it be that this Shaolin Temple's first divine art has flowed to martial arts in this way. It seems that the monk who created this divine art hides the secret of the real divine art in the clay figurines, and no one in the world knows about it except me.

Lin Qingxuan turned his head to look at Ma Yu and asked, "Senior brother, Monk Tianming is a senior monk in the Shaolin Temple, right?"

Ma Yu rarely walks in the rivers and lakes, only Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi know about this matter, Wang Chuyi smiled and said: "Tianming Zen Master is the proud disciple of Shaolin Abbot Master Bei Yin. The next Shaolin abbot."

Lin Qingxuan nodded and thought in his heart: About 40 years later, the abbot of Shaolin Temple will be Monk Tianming, Monk Wuhui and others who are a little lower in seniority, but they have also become the mainstay. There are no more outstanding figures in the martial arts school, and the Yuan Dynasty attached great importance to Buddhism, so it came to the stage again.

(End of this chapter)