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

Chapter 191 Chapter [-]: Green temples and Zhu Yan, Taoist attire, looks like a boy

On the [-]th day of the seventh lunar month, the pilgrims at the foot of Wudang Mountain are woven, and countless dignitaries, nobles, good men and women, and their families and servants carry silver coins, sesame oil, candles, gold paper, rice noodles, etc. to climb the mountain to the Zixiao Palace to worship.

Good men and women who have no money also came up the mountain in groups with candles, paper and sesame oil in their hands. Bless yourself.

Among the many tourists, two peasant fools and fools in sackcloth and linen robes also slowly climbed the mountain.

The long-bearded man carried a pole on his shoulders, with a bamboo basket at each end, and inside the basket were some watermelons.

Next to the man is a beautiful woman, surrounded by this big bamboo basket, which is full of green vegetables.

As soon as the pilgrims saw the two of them, they knew that it must be a nearby mountaineer who was taken in and sheltered by the Quanzhen Sect, and had gone up the mountain to deliver fruits and vegetables.

The couple walked slowly and leisurely on the mountain road, but they were very familiar with the beautiful peaks of Wudang Mountain, and they were not curious to look at them.

After walking for a while, after crossing a narrow path, I saw Jie Jianshi and Ying living room in front of them, and in front of the pavilion was a Taoist who knew the guest from the Zixiao Palace, who looked to be in his twenties.

Many tourists saluted him before going up the mountain one by one. Individuals who carried a sword would consciously take off their sword and put it under the stone.

The couple carried the burdens for a while before arriving in front of the welcoming pavilion. They looked at the two couplets hanging on both sides of the doorposts of the small pavilion, and the long-bearded man who carried the poles whispered: "Ziqi From the east, he came to the Taoist land of red dust, and Xiao Ai Wanli was born here to be the authentic martial arts in the world."

The woman smiled slightly, and suddenly heard the voice of a man Yong Nian couplet not far behind.

"This couplet is really atmospheric, and the writing is extraordinary."

The long-bearded man and the woman turned their heads to look, but they saw three young men wearing blue clothes, one with a small mustache, looked about 27 or 20 years old, and the other two were only about [-] years old. Sword, wearing straw sandals, although he is dressed simply, but his face is full of red, his eyes are shining, and he can tell he is a martial arts master at a glance.

The one who spoke was the youngest round-faced boy. He exclaimed, "Only Zixiao Palace can match this couplet."

The older man nodded and said, "You don't know, third brother, this couplet was written by Emperor Xuan of Qing when he was the master of Quanzhen, so it's no trivial matter."

"No wonder!"

The round-faced boy and another boy who was a few years older looked at each other with expressions of admiration, and when they looked at the couplet again, their expressions became more and more respectful.

The woman carrying the basket of vegetables smiled and looked at her husband beside her. The long-bearded farmer nodded and said in a low voice, "The writing was still a little hot back then. If it is written now, it should be much better than the one in front of the living room."

The woman smiled and said: "If you wrote it now, I am afraid that the four saints and ten masters in the martial arts will all compete to see it, maybe the two children Xiang'er and Junbao can also comprehend a lot of magic tricks... "

These two people are Lin Qingxuan and Li Mochou from the game world. They used the supreme method of sound transmission. No third person in the world can hear them, so they don't worry about being passed by the rivers and lakes. The Chinese heard the clue.

Since they came out of the Kunlun secret realm that year, the two of them have been traveling slowly from west to east. Because they did not show the saints, nor did they reveal their martial arts and identity, a mountain couple naturally had to experience too many things.

After wandering around for more than half a year, the two finally reached the vicinity of the Han River. They knew that the [-]th of July was coming, and they also thought that Yin Zhiping had closed the deadlock, so they wanted to visit and visit, and then they climbed Wudang Mountain.

The three senior brothers in green shirts respectfully bowed to the couplet written by Emperor Xuan of Qing Dynasty, and then the older man raised his hands and bowed: "Dare to ask the name of the long honorable person?"

The Taoist saw that the three of them were using the Daomen's starting salute, so he didn't dare to neglect, and said politely, "Pin Daoyang is asking for a son, how dare you ask the names of the three Taoist friends?"

The man with the moustache on his lips smiled and said, "It turns out that it is Daoist Yang Qiu, the junior Song Yuanqiao, these are my two junior brothers, Yu Lianzhou and Yu Daiyan.

The tutor Zhongnan sent Sanfengzi, because this year's Zixiao Palace Zhongyuan Grand Ceremony was the first meeting of Wu Zhenren and his old man as the leader. Come and kowtow to Wu Zhenren. "

Yang Qiuzi was a disciple of the sixth generation of Quanzhen Sect, and he was a disciple of Wuxu Fa according to his seniority. He naturally knew that Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Zhongnan Sect, had inherited the Taoism of an old grandson of Quanzhen Sect. Martial arts, so the Zhongnan School founded by Zhang Sanfeng, one of the four saints in the world, has always been the Quanzhen Taoist school.

Moreover, although Zhang Zhenren established a sect on his own, he has been in close contact with the sect for decades. Last year, Wu Shizu came to attend the succession ceremony in person. At this time, three disciples were sent, and Yang Qiuzi did not dare to neglect it. , see you again.

According to the seniority within the Quanzhen Sect, Zhang Sanfeng's mentor, Sun Desheng, was not a member of the Quanzhen Sect's true biography, so he had no seniority.

But Senior Sun Desheng was a Taoist friend of Emperor Xuan of the Qing Dynasty. The two were on the same level in the past. If this was the case, Wu Xufa, the master of Yang Qiuzi, was just on the same level as Song Yuanqiao.

However, when Zhang Sanfeng entered Taoism back then, Sun Desheng took the Taoist name Xubao for him, meaning that he was of the same generation as the Xuzi generation. In this way, Yang Qiuzi would also call the three of them Shishu.

However, since the Quanzhen seven disciples were divided into seven sects, the order of the generations of the sects and the Quanzhen sect has been disrupted. Therefore, unless it is between the headmasters, most of the time the disciples of the various sects are not strict. Be strict with your seniority.

Moreover, Yang Qiuzi, as a true disciple of Quanzhen Immortal Sect, naturally didn't bother to care about his seniority with the side branch, so although the two parties re-examined the relationship as disciples within the Taoist sect, they were just fellow Taoists.

After the ceremony, Yang Qiuzi took over the swords of the three, and then called a Taoist fireworker and asked him to take the three of Song Yuanqiao up the mountain.

Watching a few young people gradually disappearing on the mountain road, Lin Qingxuan sighed slightly and said, "Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, Yu Daiyan, these are the three major disciples of Zhang Sanfeng, Mo Chou, even Zhang Junbao has been transformed into this time. After the founder of the Zhongnan School, the martial arts of the Central Plains are far beyond what they were in those days."

Li Mochou shook her head lightly, said: "You and I are almost 120 years old, if it weren't for you, Lin Lang, I would never have imagined that I would live to this age."

Lin Qingxuan touched the long beard on his chest, frowned and said: "Yes, time waits for no one, like a fleeting moment, we all became centenarians in a flash, and Brother Zhou is also 170 years old. Have you cultivated to the supreme state of refining the gods and returning to the void?"

As soon as Li Mochou heard Lin Qingxuan's words, the light in his eyes darkened, and he remembered that he was slow in cultivation, and even if he could live another life, he was afraid that he would not be able to cultivate to the realm of out-of-body, let alone the subsequent realm.

Seeing Li Mochou's sad expression, Lin Qingxuan knew that she was starting to worry again, so he pointed to the front and said, "Let's all look forward, the road is long and long, and I will go up and down to find out."

Li Mochou smiled slightly and said, "Lin Lang said that Zhiping seems to be retreating in Ling Xuyan, where Long'er used to live in seclusion. Shall we go and have a look?"

Although Li Mochou had just completed the third level of Taishi Good Fortune, but his spiritual sense was vast, and he could already use his six senses to detect movements within a radius of several miles.

Therefore, after a little effort, she could detect a faint breathing sound from Lingxuyan in the back mountain. It was obviously an expert who had practiced martial arts to the point of harmony between heaven and man, and could not make any progress.

Now only Yin Zhiping is the only one in the Quanzhen Sect who has this cultivation level, so it is natural to be sure that it is him.

Lin Qingxuan had long noticed that Yin Zhiping was in the Lingxuyan retreat, and he also noticed that Yin Zhiping's breath lacked stamina, apparently because his heart was gradually failing and his lifespan was not much.

After Lin Qingxuan learned that Yin Kexi had already emerged, he knew that although Kexi and Zhiping had also cultivated to the realm of refining Qi and transforming into a god, their foundation was far less solid than his own, and [-]% of them used some tricks.

Therefore, Taisu Huashenggong's health-preserving and longevity-extending power is not very magical in these two people, and the effect of prolonging life and longevity is unknown.

Lin Qingxuan just learned of Yin Kexi's death, and worried that Yin Zhiping would also die silently, so he came to Wudang Mountain with Li Mochou, just to see what level Yin Zhiping had cultivated to, and whether he could Take action and call him to go further, and at the same time see what path he has taken on the road of cultivating the god of Qi.

Although Lin Qingxuan's Taishi Immortal Art has just reached the sixth level, this is because there are only six levels of divine art at present.

And Yin Zhiping is already trying his best to practice the two-level Taishi immortal art taught by Lin Qingxuan.

Lin Qingxuan knew for a long time that besides Guo Jing and Yang Ming, whether it was Yin Kexi or Yin Zhiping, relying on their aptitude for comprehension and fortune, it would be extremely difficult for him to complete the Taishi Immortal Art in his entire life, so he taught them two levels back then. The Taishi good fortune magic.

What they thought was that they used this method to lay the foundation for refining Qi and transforming the gods, and then they developed and created them by themselves, so as to take the road of immortal cultivation broader.

The facts also developed as Lin Qingxuan expected. After Yin Zhiping practiced the first two levels of Taisu Huasheng Magic and Taishi Good Fortune Magic, he started to study the method himself based on this, and he has also figured out a lot in the past few decades. The magic method of refining gasification god.

Lin Qingxuan was standing at the foot of Wudang Mountain and was working with all his strength. He used the yin spirit to condense his spiritual sense and blessing his six senses. He could detect Yin Zhiping's skills and physical condition. However, Yin Zhiping, who was hiding in Lingxuyan retreat, did not know that he was separated by a few miles, and Lin Qingxuan discovered his secrets.

It can be seen from this that it seems that Lin Qingxuan and Yin Zhiping are only four levels apart in magic, but in essence there is a world of difference.

Even Li Mochou, who has practiced one more level of magic skills than Yin Zhiping, can detect Yin Zhiping from a distance, without letting Yin Zhiping detect it. The difference is definitely not the small gap between the depths of the skill when practising martial arts.

In the long road of refining Qi and transforming God, the one step behind may be the ditch that cannot be caught up in a lifetime.

Hearing Li Mochou's words, Lin Qingxuan looked at Lingxuyan behind the cloud and mist, as if his eyes could penetrate the cloud and mist and Lingxuyan's stone palace, and when he saw that he was sitting cross-legged inside, he had turned into a dying Yin Yin. Zhiping.

After a few blinks in his eyes, Lin Qingxuan nodded and said: "Let's go, Zhiping may give us a surprise, but I don't think he has created a very interesting method of cultivating immortals. Reciting the bandha and tempering is quite magical, and maybe it can lower the threshold of the road to immortality a lot."

As he said that, he carried the burden and hurriedly climbed the mountain.

Li Mochou's heart was also moved, and she quickly followed up. The two seemed to be just walking fast, but the countless people who accompanied them couldn't notice that the two were constantly surpassing them, even Song Yuanqiao of the Zhongnan faction. , Yu Lianzhou, and Yu Daiyan, the three masters of the young generation also seemed to be completely unable to see Lin Qingxuan and Li Mochou flashing in front of them, and then disappeared on the mountain road.

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Yang Qiuzi took Song Yuanqiao and the three people into Zixiao Palace to meet the master of Wuxufa, the real person of Xiangyun, but suddenly came the old way outside the Guangming Peak of Kunlun Mountain, thousands of miles away.

This is a Taoist robe full of stains and big ears. He has gray beard. He climbed the mountain like walking on the ground. In a moment, he passed two hills and stood on the square in front of the main hall of the Mingjiao main altar. .

"Pindao Zhang Sanfeng is here to visit Hou Qinghua, the leader of the Ming sect."

Zhang Sanfeng's voice spread out like thunder for several miles, and immediately blasted out hundreds of disciples from Guangmingding.

Hundreds of Ming Sect disciples with high martial arts rushed out of the main altar and surrounded Zhang Sanfeng.

A man with black beard and black hair and twinkling eyes, dressed in black, stood in the first place. He cupped his hands and said: "It turns out that the real master of the Zhongnan School has arrived, and the leader of this sect is inconvenient to see guests. Bar."

Zhang Sanfeng stared at the man closely, and asked, "Could it be that your Excellency is Yang Dingtian, the left envoy of Guangming?"

The man in black looked like he was in his fifties and said with a grin, "It's the junior, Zhang Zhenren, you are a senior, and you have heard the name of the junior, fortunately."

Zhang Sanfeng nodded lightly, and said, "Five years ago, Your Excellency was famous for being the Great Nine Heavenly Hand. Even Luzhuang's disciple and Han Island Master of Spirit Snake Island were defeated by you. The old man is also very respected!"

Yang Dingtian smiled complacently and said, "Old Daoist is wrong. I have never had anything to do with the Zhongnan School. What are you doing here, Zhenren Zhang?"

Zhang Sanfeng frowned and said, "Old Daoist learned half a month ago that your sect's leader Hou had relapsed from an old illness and was seriously injured, so he hurried over and wanted to see leader Hou and see if he could help one or two."

Yang Dingtian and the others were shocked when they heard the words, thinking that Zhang Sanfeng had come here to look for bad luck when he learned that the leader of this sect had relapsed and was seriously injured.

Yang Dingtian stared at Zhang Sanfeng suspiciously, he knew that this veteran Dao San had a great reputation in the Jianghu 40 years ago, and in the past 20 years he has become one of the top ten masters of the Three Immortals, Five Sages and Ten Great Masters.

The sect has never been a saint since Master Liang sat down. The sect master and himself have only practiced martial arts to the realm of great masters who can do whatever they want without disappointment.

Yang Dingtian thinks that he wants to complete the first transformation of the "Sanyuan Haze Transformation", and it will take ten years to embark on the extraordinary journey of establishing the immortal foundation, so he has no confidence to surpass Zhang Sanfeng at the moment.

However, as the heir appointed by Master Hou, Yang Dingtian is worthy of being a hero of a generation. He took a step forward and snorted coldly: "It is inconvenient for my master to see you, Zhang Zhenren, you should leave first, and I will report to the master another day. Then invite a real person to be a guest.”

Although Zhang Sanfeng has a good temper, but he is concerned about Hou Qinghua's body. Seeing that Yang Dingtian is making things difficult for him, he will raise his eyebrows and say solemnly: "Mr. Yang, Qinghua and I are old friends, this is definitely not malicious, show me quickly. she."

Yang Dingtian joined the Ming Cult for nearly 30 years, and never heard that Master Hou recognized Zhang Sanfeng, so he naturally didn't believe it, so he said: "If Master Zhang really didn't meet my leader, then please leave a hand to make me respect you."

Zhang Sanfeng laughed loudly: "Okay!"

Before he finished speaking, it was like a gray shadow before Yang Dingtian. Yang Dingtian knew that Zhang Sanfeng had been famous for decades, and his martial arts were no trivial matter. Blue and red two colors, and then the two hands are drawn in an arc and shot.

The two palms of Yang Dingtian seem to be ordinary, but the power of the yin and yang palms spreads out, as if a fishing net was thrown from the sky and pressed down towards a gray shadow in front of him.

Since Zhang Sanfeng achieved great martial arts more than 20 years ago and began to practice and study the Immortal Foundation Establishment Technique, he has rarely used it, even if he did, he has never used a complete set of Zhongnan martial arts.

However, Yang Dingtian's palm moves and even his skills are all the pinnacles of the world's martial arts, which is enough to prove that this person's martial arts have surpassed seven or eight of the top ten masters, and he is no more than practising and groping for the foundation-building method of immortality. Just a line.

Zhang Sanfeng didn't dare to hold it big, and when he turned his right hand, he used Zhongnan Tiger's claw hand, and before his five fingers touched Yang Dingtian's palm, invisible finger force attacked with Chi Chi wind.

When Yang Dingtian's palm was pressed down, he heard the crackling sound of palm wind and finger force touching, followed by the loud sound of palms and claws clashing.

The wind was blowing several feet away, Zhang Sanfeng shook his upper body, and Yang Dingtian took a step back.

After this move, the two of them admired each other, knowing that they had met the greatest enemy in their lives.

Zhang Sanfeng has never met an opponent in martial arts like Yang Dingtian since he succeeded in Xuan Gong. Even Daoist Bai Huan and Ouyang Jiu of White Camel Mountain could win with only [-] moves, but this Yang Dingtian's skill moves are no trivial matter, and if he wants to beat him, he probably needs more than five or six hundred moves.

Yang Dingtian and Zhang Sanfeng knew that it was impossible to win in terms of skill, and they could only think that if they came up, they could use a stunt to win, so they took a step back and flashed past, with both hands fast and slow towards Zhang Sanfeng's vital points. lay down.

Zhang Sanfeng's big sleeves fluttered, and he was able to parry one by one with just his cotton palm.

The palms of the two flew, like the entanglement of gray smoke and black smoke. The sound of fists and palms and the force of the palms forced the Ming Sect disciples to retreat three or four feet in a row to watch the battle.

In an instant, the two fought two or three hundred moves, and each used four or five sets of the best martial arts.

In the beginning, the two of them fought faster and faster, and gradually became two cyclones entangled together. After waiting for half an hour, they suddenly separated and their movements slowed down a lot, which also allowed the disciples of the Dharma King of Mingjiao to see clearly the two of them. action.

At this time, everyone could see that [-]% of Yang Zuo Shi's moves were defending. Although his palm was powerful, he could not hit three feet in front of him. Moreover, the circle was constantly being compressed by Zhang Sanfeng. Obviously, there were at most dozens of moves. Probably lost.

Suddenly, an old woman walked out of the hall, and she jumped into the field and stared, "Stop it all, the sect master has invited Zhenren Zhang!"

Hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng hurriedly collected his martial arts and asked anxiously, "How's the blue and white?"

The old woman said: "The leader just woke up, and when I learned that you were here, let me quickly invite you."

"Then please lead the way." Zhang Sanfeng said and followed the old woman into the hall.

It was only then that Yang Dingtian realized that Zhang Sanfeng really knew the sect leader, and he hurriedly led the Dharma Kings in behind him.

After turning a few corridors, Zhang Sanfeng walked into a boudoir of his daughter's house. There was a burning incense burner in the room. He saw Hou Qinghua on the bed at a glance. Although she was over 70 years old, her hair was still mostly black. The wrinkles on his face were not obvious, and he looked like he was in his fifties, and he still had the same demeanor as he did back then, looking at him with a smile at the corner of his mouth so peacefully.

Zhang Sanfeng has not seen Hou Qinghua for decades. When Zhang Sanfeng saw Hou Qinghua, he seemed to have returned to decades ago. At that time, when his teacher was emerging, and when he went to Zixiao Palace to report a letter, he met Hou Qinghua and a member of the Mingjiao who had not yet become the leader. I don’t know how many stories he experienced. .

If it weren't for the difference of one thought, he and Hou Qinghua might have already formed a husband and wife...

Zhang Sanfeng walked quickly to Hou Qinghua's bed to check her pulse, and when he touched it, he felt that there was nothing there, his face changed suddenly, and he said solemnly, "Why are you so sick? You have lost all your martial arts?

Oh, it was the palm of the Daoist who blocked all the damage for me back then, and the cold poison hurt the source, no... It was the virulent poison of the monk Anita that could not be eliminated... It suddenly erupted!

It's all my fault... I shouldn't have let you leave me back then... With me, you must be more than that..."

Hou Qinghua saw that Zhang Sanfeng's eyes were reddish, and smiled contentedly, stretched out a dry hand and grasped Zhang Sanfeng's hand, and whispered: "It's all in the past, I live this age, and I will die if I die. , why did you come to see me, I'm old and ugly now, I really don't want you to see me."

"I'll give you air to heal your wounds, so stop talking."

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head gently, and hurriedly poured the pure yang non-polarized holy qi created by combining the Taisu Jiuyanggong, Jiuyin Godgong, Xiantiangong, Quanzhengong, etc. into Hou Qinghua's body continuously.

Hou Qinghua got Zhang Sanfeng's mellow true qi into his body, and his face was immediately flushed, as if he was reborn, but after a while, he suddenly suffered from nose and mouth bleeding and disordered breathing.

Zhang Sanfeng was startled and hurriedly helped her up to tap the acupuncture points, but Hou Qinghua suddenly took his hand and shook his head: "I... I can't make it, I will die if I die, but I was born in Kyiv and grew up in the Western Regions of Kiev. People, Lingguang Temple is a family business passed down to me by my father, I want to be buried in Lingguang Temple, Daoist brother, can you send me home?"

After speaking, Hou Qinghua looked at Zhang Sanfeng with clear eyes as before.

Zhang Sanfeng felt a heavy blow in his heart and the colic was unbearable. He nodded and said, "I'll take you home, Qinghua, I'll take you home."

"You are so kind to me, if I hadn't been the leader of the Ming sect at that time? You might be able to marry me..."

Hou Qinghua said with a slight smile, and then tilted his head and died in Zhang Sanfeng's arms.

Zhang Sanfeng burst into tears. He picked up Hou Qinghua and whispered about the past of the two of them. As he spoke, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes were as sharp as swords, and said, "You have lost all your martial arts, and the source of the outbreak of the injury was still in the past. Fan monk Anita's Ten Fragrant Soft Tendon Powder, you took two copies in a row and almost died.

I will take you back to your hometown, Kyiv Lingguang Temple, and I will avenge you, and I will dig three feet in the ground to find the monk Anita..."

(End of this chapter)