Kunlun has a sword

Chapter 551
On the Xiaolian Peak of Wudang Mountain, there is a simple but elegant courtyard.

A young man with a handsome face sat cross-legged on a futon made of rattan, his face was full of sorrow that shouldn't belong to this age.

The young Wei Yun sighed, reached out and grabbed the teacup on the low table in front of him and drank it down in one gulp.

Teenagers don't know what it's like to be sad, and fall in love with upper floors.Fall in love with the upper floors, and worry about writing new words.

Words that I used to like very much now seem to be complete bullshit.

Worrying has nothing to do with age, it's all about watching.

In just half a year, a carefree literary boy deeply understood the feeling of sorrow.

He raised his hand and fiddled with an old-fashioned phonograph beside him, and the ethereal sound of the piano sounded.

Of course, the phonograph is just a form, and the audio output of the system is various. As long as you are willing to spend money, you can go from tin speakers to concert-level audio systems.Only the appearance difference, all guarantee the top sound quality.

"Hey, as expected of Dao Yin Fairy Zhuang Die, the player's rhythm No.1. The sound of this piano is clear and clear, and it's been around for three days. Uncle Wang's way is wild enough, and this kind of rare platinum version can be obtained. It's a pity Yes, if you listen to a song live, you will have no regrets in this life."

A chubby little hand grabbed the teapot on the low table and refilled Wei Yun's tea.

"Master, you are also our Wudang walker, and your status is one of the best in the world. Haven't you seen Fairy Zhuang?"

Wei Yun grabbed the teacup and smashed it with his mouth, feeling a little strange.

Strange, it stands to reason that the tea provided by this teacher is the best in the market, so why is it not as delicious as Uncle Wang's tea.Does drinking tea really depend on the mood?

"Hey, Little Treasure. Fairy Zhuang is a master of music, and she always sees the head but doesn't see the tail. It's rare for ordinary people in the Jianghu. People in the Jianghu say that there is Zhuang Dieqin in the south and Yixiu Dance in the north. Appreciate it."

A white and tender, eleven or twelve-year-old doll, tilting her head like an adult.

"Why? Master. Aren't they still there? There are encounters in the rivers and lakes, as long as you work hard, you will be able to find them."

"Fairy Zhuang is one of Wang Qing's closest comrades-in-arms in Kunlun, and the owner of Yixiufang is Wang Qing's mistress and the sister of Wang Qing's wife. We just took over his family in Wudang, do you think they will give me a good look Is it? Or will you meet me?"

The child's chubby face was twisted together.

Seeing this, Wei Yun said angrily and amusingly.

"Little brat, why are you thinking so much, just say what you have to say, and you can't hold back anymore."

The child swallowed, stood up straight, and said with a serious face.

"Master, I think the sect made a mistake this time."

"Oh? What's wrong?"

"The way of true martial arts is the way of stopping fighting. The brave are fearless, and the benevolent are invincible. In Wudang, I save my comrades from danger and face the powerful enemy without fear. It is called a word of bravery. But occupying a person's foundation and taking advantage of the emptiness loses his benevolence. Words. This is not the way of true martial arts. The courage to draw the sword against the enemy without fear, and the benevolence to put the sword back into the sheath in time, is the true martial arts way."

Wei Yun fondled the child's head.

"Xiaobao is really good. It seems that he has studied Dao Cang well. Next time I go back to see Uncle Wang, and I will take you with me. Don't think that Uncle Wang is weak and can't practice martial arts. But he has read Dao Cang thoroughly, and his understanding of Dao is far beyond ordinary people."

After finishing speaking, he sighed again.

"Unfortunately, the current Wudang is not the Wudang in my mind."

After being interrupted by Xiaobao, Wei Yun's mood improved a lot.The master and apprentice quietly sipped tea and listened to music.Let him go after the turmoil after a few days, and keep a trace of tranquility at the moment.

Xiaobao is Wei Yun's new apprentice, an NPC.

As a disciple of Wudang inner sect, Wei Yun had the qualification to accept apprentices very early.But this qualification is purely a decoration for players.Players will not be willing to be degraded and worship players as teachers.As for accepting NPCs, Wang Qing's special case is really rare.There are so many players, but only a few resources, and it is not enough to strengthen oneself. How can I have the heart to play the game of cultivation.

Besides, raising a cat or dog has feelings for a long time. NPCs die differently than players, and it's also daunting.

Wei Yun was under a lot of mental pressure during this period, but found that no matter the teacher of the NPC or the brothers who were also players, they seemed to be not on the same channel as him, and had nowhere to confide in.If it weren't for the fact that there was a bookstore Uncle Wang who became friends with him, listened to the confidant, and gave more enlightenment, I might not be able to hold on.

Xiaobao is a war orphan. After leaving Uncle Wang's bookstore two months ago, he met by chance.

Although the little guy is not big, he is mature and smart.

Maybe it's fate, maybe it's like in the song, after confirming my eyes, I met the right person.Impulsively, Wei Yun thought it would be good to have an apprentice.In addition to Uncle Wang, there is one more person who is willing to listen to his ramblings.

However, after going through a set of complicated procedures, confirming the acceptance of apprentices, and opening the master-apprentice panel, Wei Yun was still slightly taken aback.

The aptitude of a master is already the limit of human beings.The most critical thing is an accompanying training task "Up to the Ladder".It is required to train the disciples to be first-class, and the Dao fruit will be great.

This is a treasure.However, this did not make Wei Yun overly excited. On the contrary, Xiaobao's pure and innocent childlike innocence and ability to comprehend Tao gave Wei Yun a warm sunshine in the most difficult days.

To put it bluntly, it was Wang Qing's enlightenment and Xiaobao's warmth that allowed Wei Yun to maintain an exquisite Dao heart under such heavy pressure.What made Wang Qing worry all the time, he was overwhelmed by the heavy pressure, his Dao heart was lost, and his heart did not exist and did not come true.

But since his aptitude is so good, Wei Yun has no reason to waste it.Not only does he pass on what he has learned, but he also does not slacken in the supply of resources.His status is different now, and he has a lot of money. A generation of Ouhuang's fingers is enough to make ordinary players exclaim, let alone fully cultivated.

Although the time is short, Xiaobao has already shown amazing potential.

There are still two days left on the seventh day of September.

As usual, Wudang Mountain has begun preparations for the grand ceremony.

It's just that a dark cloud looms over the hearts of everyone in Wudang.

The True Martial Ascension Ceremony is one of the most important ceremonies in Wudang every year, especially in the past few years with the improvement of Wudang's status and strength, the role of the ceremony is particularly important.It is an important way for Wudang to accept congratulations from all directions and show its strength.

The day Wang Qingxuan really made Wudang's top management hate it.

Representatives of various forces gradually gathered in Wudang Mountain.

The mountain and rain were about to come, and the wind filled the building, and the strange attitudes of the representatives of all parties also put great pressure on Wudang.

Especially Kunlun.

In the past, the person in charge of this kind of activities was Daojing Daoist from Yuanyang Upper Academy.

But this time, the leader of Kunlun is the person Wudang least wants to face, the first Daoshi real person in the upper courtyard of Kongtong.

Pressure, blatant pressure.Even though ten thousand beasts were galloping in the hearts of everyone in Wudang, they had no choice but to greet them with smiles.

The half-step master, this Yong and Ye Chen, the leader of Tianren, have completely established their status in the martial arts world.The generation that Kunlun used to shake the rivers and lakes back then finally showed the sharp fangs that fit its identity again.

In such a huge Wudang, there is not even a half-step master. This is also the secret pain in the hearts of everyone in Wudang.Soldiers are not formed into formations, and martial arts are not masters, so they can only rely on a few sets of formations to hold the scene.

The ninth day of September, Double Ninth Day.

In Chongshan, on a protruding boulder.

Wang Qing slowly collected his energy and refined a streak of purple energy.The frosty late autumn has passed, and the mountain wind brings chills.But it couldn't lower the fighting spirit rising in Wang Qing's chest at all.

Martial art, great sect, an unattainable existence in the hearts of players.Today, alone with a single sword, what you want to cut off is not only a trace of injustice in your heart, but also a kind of shackles in your heart.

Wang Qing came by himself. Although his family members were extremely opposed to it, they didn't stop him too much.

This kind of blatant mountain worship, although it is hard to say whether to win or lose, is generally not in danger of life.Both sides will try their best to exercise restraint, the rules of the world, the pros and cons of winning or losing.It's not a life-and-death enmity, it won't easily cause people's lives, and it will deepen the hatred for no reason.

A crane rang through the mountain stream.

(End of this chapter)