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Chapter 218 After more than a hundred years, go to Wudang Mountain 【Subscription】

Zhaohua is perishable, and it will be a hundred years in a blink of an eye.

2015, midsummer.

110 Zhou Hexuan, who was seven years old, was old and his waist, which used to be straight, had also bent down.

His face was covered with wrinkles, and his clear eyes were clouded.

He obviously felt that his physical function was declining, and his appetite was getting worse.

He had a premonition that his time was running out, his time was approaching, and he might belch as soon as possible.

Therefore, Zhou Hexuan, who is a world-renowned modern and contemporary writer, historian, musician, political commentator, calligrapher, orator, etc., has a bunch of honorary titles, while he is still awake, he arranges his own affairs reasonably. , Complete the distribution of countless property.

Although it can't be said that it can satisfy all the descendants, it can be regarded as equalizing the rain and dew, taking care of everyone.

Later, while still able to move, Zhou Hexuan came to the mainland in a low-key manner from Xiangjiang.

To be precise, it is Wudang Mountain.

The arrival of this big man in the literary world caused a storm in all walks of life under Wudang Mountain, and government officials personally accompanied him.

"Mr. Zhou, you want to go to Wudang Mountain? This...isn't it suitable?"

When they learned that Zhou Hexuan wanted to go to Wudang Mountain to take a look, the government officials were dumbfounded for a moment.

"There's nothing inappropriate, I'm sorry to bother you, I'll walk up slowly by myself."

Leaning on crutches, Zhou Hexuan stared blankly at the majestic mountains in front of him, as if recalling a hundred years ago when he met the old god Zhang Sanfeng, the ancestor of Wudang.

Now that the deadline is approaching, he wants to visit the old god again and listen to the teaching of the old god, then he will die without regret.

"boom"

As soon as Zhou Hexuan's words fell, everyone present was shocked.

Just kidding, this old man is over 100 years old, if he is allowed to climb up the mountain, he will most likely die on the way.

If this kind of thing really happens, let alone the local government, even the central court cannot bear the responsibility.

At that time, international accusations will be overwhelming, enough to be called a major event that will shake the world.

"Mr. Zhou, it's not that we have to stop it, but your body."

A government official stepped forward and said cautiously.

"Yes, grandpa, why do you insist on going to Wudang Mountain? You can tell us something."

Lin Xiao, Zhou Hexuan's great-granddaughter, was always by his side, but she didn't understand why her grandpa insisted on going to Wudang Mountain. Seeing this situation, she also asked.

"No, you don't understand! I can feel it. I'm dying."

Zhou Hexuan said persistently: "If I can't go up and have a look before I die, I won't die in peace."

"You insist on going to Wudang Mountain, but there are your old friends on the mountain?"

At this time, a government official suddenly said that he thought of Zhou Hexuan's relationship with Wudang Mountain in the first half of his life. It was just before the liberation that Zhou Hexuan left the mainland for Xiangjiang, and he did not walk with the mainland until recent years.

In this way, maybe Zhou Hexuan missed an old friend and wanted to visit that old friend before he died.

"Hey, young man, you are right. I haven't seen that old fairy for more than 80 years."

Seeing that someone could guess his thoughts, Zhou Hexuan couldn't help turning his head to look at that person, nodded and said.

"80 years ago, why don't we first ask the Office of Religious Affairs to see if your friend is still alive?"

Hearing this, the government staff were speechless. Do you think everyone lives as long as you? It's hard to say whether your old friend is still alive.

"Yes, the old god is definitely here. He has lived for more than 700 years, and it will definitely not be a problem to live another hundred years."

Seeing government officials obstructing him again and again, Zhou Hexuan's mood faded, and he didn't want to say more, so he strode towards the road up the mountain.

As soon as he moved, the bodyguards around him naturally followed suit, and his great-granddaughter Lin Xiao also quickly followed.

The information that Zhou Hexuan revealed unintentionally surprised the staff present.

"An old god who has lived for more than 700 years? Is it Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang School?"

At this time, a staff member said suddenly.

"Most likely."

When the others heard this, they calculated the time. Indeed, only Zhang Sanfeng in the late Yuan Dynasty and early Ming Dynasty could be matched.

But how is this possible?

Is there anyone in the world who lives forever?

Among the crowd, a middle-aged man with an ordinary face didn't change his expression after hearing this, but quietly withdrew from the team.

"Report to the leader, Zhou Hexuan is determined to go to Wudang Mountain, and his goal is an old god who has lived for more than [-] years. The other party is suspected to be Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang School."

After arriving at a remote place, the man took out his mobile phone, dialed a number, and said quickly.

"Okay, keep in touch."

The other end of the phone just gave an order and hung up.

Soon, the news reached the top management, and a major leader gave clear instructions: All units will try their best to help Zhou Hexuan go to Wudang, pay close attention to the people he contacts, and make sure that their meeting goes smoothly this time.

Of course, Zhou Hexuan didn't know about high-level matters, and he didn't bother to care about them.

Under the instructions of high-level officials and the help of various personnel, he easily climbed the 600-meter-high Tianzhu Peak and came to the Wudang Sect.

After being instructed, the current head of Wudang School, Daoist Qingwei, brought all Wudang disciples to greet him.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, poor and humble, he is the head of Wudang! Welcome Mr. Zhou to come from afar, and it is a great honor for us to see!"

Daoist Qingwei, who was nearly 60 years old, had a ruddy complexion. He saw Zhou Hexuan and his party coming from a distance, and greeted him with a Taoist salute.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, I have met the Taoist priest."

Zhou Hexuan bowed back and said politely.

Afterwards, the two parties came to the Zhenwu Hall, where the guests and the host were seated.

"Dare to ask, is the old god Zhang Zhenren, the ancestor of your sect, still in the world?"

After seeing the ceremony and exchanging pleasantries for a while, Zhou Hexuan asked impatiently.

"Mr. Zhou was joking. Our school has been founded for nearly a thousand years, and the patriarch has already ascended to the fairy world. How can he still be in the world?"

Qingwei's eyes flickered for a moment, she didn't understand the other party's intention, so she spoke.

"Did Master Zhang ascend? When did he ascend? The last time I saw him, the Master said that he was still far away from the fairyland. Why did the Master ascend after a hundred years?"

When Zhou Hexuan heard this, he instantly became excited and asked again.

"Oh? Mr. Zhou has met Patriarch?"

Daoist Qingwei paused when he heard the words, his eyes flickered for a moment, and he asked curiously.

Not only him, everyone present showed excitement, and a staff member quietly took out a recording pen to record the incident.

This is the big news of the century. The real Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang in the late Yuan Dynasty and early Ming Dynasty, actually lived a hundred years ago and met Zhou Hexuan, a great writer of the time.

"That was more than a hundred years ago. Not long after I came back from Nanyang, I wrote the trilogy of "Shooting the Condors". Because I thought my serialization speed was too slow, the great warlord Chu Yupu urged me to change by force, put me under house arrest, and admired my talent. , enlisted me as foreign language secretary."

Hearing this, Zhou Hexuan's thoughts returned to more than a hundred years ago, and he slowly told the world about a shocking secret.

"That day, I was conceiving "The Rise of Great Powers" in the study of Chu Yupu's small western building, and suddenly heard a gunshot, so I got up and went out to check."

"After looking at it, I was surprised to find that there was an old Taoist priest standing in the hall on the first floor, surrounded by more than a dozen big-headed soldiers, pointing guns at the old Taoist priest one by one, However, the feet of the old Taoist leader were full of bullets, presumably those bullets were shot at the old god, but the old god used magical powers to defuse them."

"It's just that I didn't see Chu Yupu. I heard later that Chu Yupu had been beheaded by the old god because of his serious crimes!"

"Afterwards, the old god read the manuscript of the "Shooting the Condors" trilogy in my study. To be honest, I was quite embarrassed and dreamy at that time."

"After all, Yitian wrote so poorly about the disciples of the old god, I thought the old god was here to trouble me."

Hearing this, everyone present smiled, as if they could understand Zhou Hexuan's mood at that time.

However, even if they only listened to Zhou Hexuan's narration, everyone was still fascinated.

Yes, an old god who lived for more than 700 years suddenly appeared, and came to him because he wrote about him and his disciples and grandchildren. I am afraid that everyone will be like Zhou Hexuan, like a dream, right?
"Later, I asked the old god to leave Tianjin quickly, because at that time Chu Yupu was Zhang Zongchang's subordinate, and Zhang Zongchang was always unreasonable. I was afraid that Zhang Zongchang would make trouble for the old god."

Zhou Hexuan continued: "I don't know, the old god said something to me."

"What did the grandfather say?"

Qing Wei listened with relish, and asked excitedly.

"The old god said: 'Oh, it seems that you don't know anything about the strength of the old man!' Then, he took my arm and flew me into the sky."

Zhou Hexuan showed nostalgia on his face, and said: "When I came back to my senses, I was already standing on a cloud with the old god, at least three to four thousand meters above the ground."

"Wow"

As soon as the voice fell, everyone was in an uproar.

Flying sky, this is the ultimate dream of human beings in history.

Moreover, Xiangyun.
This is definitely the flying clouds and fog in the myths and legends.

"You are so lucky to ride the clouds and fog together with the Patriarch!"

Daoist Qingwei's words were full of envy, and said.

"That's right. Later, I saw that the old god can soar through the clouds and ride the fog. It's not the practice of martial arts that I thought. I immediately asked the old god to accept me as a disciple and teach me the way of immortality."

Zhou Hexuan smiled and continued.

"Then what happened later, did the old god teach you the way of immortality?"

Lin asked with a smile.

The others also stared at Zhou Hexuan closely, waiting for his answer.

"No, the old god said that I don't have a fairy bone, so I can't step into the gate of the immortal way."

Under the expectant eyes of everyone, Zhou Hexuan shook his head and said.

"Fairy bone? What is a fairy bone?"

Lin Xiao asked curiously.

"I don't know either. The old god didn't explain, he just said that I don't have a fairy bone."

Zhou Hexuan shook his head, and continued: "Just when I was disappointed, the old god gave me two magic weapons."

"There are ten pills of Baicao in a small jade bottle, and after eating it, all diseases can be cured. I ate one, and then gave one to each of the nine wives. The last remaining jade bottle, I put Mingcheng Museum."

"There is also a cassock. I was able to create with peace of mind in an environment full of gunfire, without being threatened by major warlords. The cassock bestowed by the old god is a great contribution."

"Smile, after I die, the cassock will fall off automatically. At that time, you will return the cassock to Wudang and hand it to Daoist Qingwei to repay the old god's kindness."

Speaking of this, Zhou Hexuan looked at Lin Xiao, the closest great-granddaughter, and told her.

"boom"

The elixir and vestment... these two legendary existences actually appeared in front of him alive.

In an instant, everyone on the scene showed excited expressions, as if they were in a myth and legend, which made them feel dizzy.

At the same time, Zhou Hexuan's words also solved a century-old mystery.

Why Zhou Hexuan can live more than 100 years old, and his nine concubines, all of them live a long life without disease or disaster.

It was just a few years ago that his nine aunts and concubines passed away one after another, but each of them passed away after reaching the age of one hundred.

It turned out that all this was due to the elixir bestowed by the old god.

"Oh, no wonder, I said, what is the origin of that little jade bottle, grandpa, you have never told me."

Lin Xiao suddenly realized that he obviously remembered the little jade bottle, but he felt a little sad when he thought of Zhou Hexuan's death, and said comfortingly, "Grandpa, don't worry, you will definitely live another hundred years."

"Mr. Zhou, since it is the cassock bestowed by the patriarch, my Wudang faction dare not touch it. The Zhou family should inherit it."

Daoist Qingwei glanced imperceptibly at everyone present, thoughts churned in his mind, and refused.

He knew that although Zhou Hexuan didn't care, there were staff on the scene who had heard about it.

In this case, the Wudang faction can't keep such a miraculous cassock, so it's better to withdraw voluntarily.

Sure enough, after hearing what he said, several staff members nodded subtly.

"Smile, you heard my will, do as I say."

Why didn't Zhou Hexuan know that not to mention Wudang could not be kept, even the Zhou family couldn't keep it, but once the words were spoken, there was no room for redemption.

However, he has lived for more than a hundred years, and he is not a stunned young man. He naturally has his considerations when he says this.

"Daoist, may I ask when the old god ascended?"

After talking about the past, Zhou Hexuan was most concerned about whether he could see the old god Zhang Sanfeng again before he died.

"To tell you the truth, Mr. Zhou, the old man has never met Patriarch, and he doesn't know that Patriarch is still alive. He thought that the old man had ascended to the Immortal Realm as early as the Ming Dynasty."

Daoist Qingwei heard the words, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He, the head of the sect, had never met his own patriarch, and only learned the truth from an outsider.

That's pretty fucked up, too.

"what"

When Zhou Hexuan heard the words, his heart turned cold.

It turned out that this was just a wonderful misunderstanding.

He thought that Daoist Qingwei knew about the old fairy, but he never thought that it was just the other party's prevarication.

If he had known this earlier, he would not have told the whole story of the year.

"Boy, why are you looking for the old man?"

At this moment, a faint voice came from a distance, and it was transmitted into the Zhenwu Hall.

(End of this chapter)