"Master, is this Wudang?"
Chen Gang looked at the mountain road hidden in the lush greenery in front of him and the majestic mountains vaguely visible through the forest, and he said with some excitement.
Although today is different from the past, they have gradually faded from their former glory.
But the light that belongs to the mountain in front of me still shines here.
It is a Taoist tradition that lasts for thousands of years and carries the dream of a group of people chasing the breeze.
Sometimes, Chen Gang would look at the sword in his hand and become confused.
Even his master, Taoist Long, had the ability to control tigers and summon dragons.
But the supreme palace that leads to the mind of a practitioner has not revealed its secrets to people.
And after personally witnessing the death of his elderly grandmother, Chen Gang, who suddenly realized the horror of life and death, did not get rid of its cold footsteps as he wished.
Resisting death and pursuing transcendence are not such lofty goals.
In other words, it should be the most passionate desire of every life.
When, a hundred years later, death comes like a black mist, what should I do to stop it?
Chen Gang couldn't help but look at the sword in his hand.
Rely on it?
But no matter how sharp the sword's edge is, it can only cut down everything in this world.
It can't cut through the fear in my heart, nor can it cut the cold death in two.
However, there are vague legends that there is a Taoist on this mountain who has mastered the art of extending life.
Perhaps a long time ago, he also had a glorious and unbeatable name belonging to that era.
But as time goes by, when more and more trendy and colorful things appear in front of people's eyes.
That is just the light that belongs to an era, and will naturally be gradually forgotten by people.
Later, there was thunder that stretched across the sky like a spider's thread, shaking thousands of miles!
A legend of a generation passed away, and the Taoist took his own Taoist name: 1.
Chen Gang didn't know the profound meaning of that number, but for some reason, he felt that it should be a memorial to something.
Perhaps, it is expressing the self-narration of a lonely remnant from centuries ago...
"That's right. Keep your documents and let's go up the trail so as not to disturb the tourists."
Taoist Long glanced at Chen Gang who was a little distracted, and then said calmly.
Behind him, an iron cage was slowly opened.
Then, a huge head came out.
Just when it was preparing to roar into the forest, it seemed to have thought of something.
The open mouth puffed a few times, then sneezed angrily and closed it.
Fortunately, this place is not a tourist passage, so naturally no one saw this beautiful tiger.
As we all know, tigers will show completely opposite postures in different locations.
Tigers that are active in this world can be roughly divided into three categories based on where they are active:
In circuses, in zoos, in mansions and in the mountains.
Taoist Long glanced at it but said nothing.
It still took a lot of effort to transport this guy from Longhu Mountain.
This is also the reason why he is not good at handling, otherwise there would be no need for so much trouble.
"If you understand the art of stepping on the clouds, you won't suffer like this."
Taoist Long thought for a while and then said to the tiger behind him.
"call……"
The tiger breathed out to show that he heard it.
But soon, a turbid air was released.
Come to think of it, those words also left with the turbidity...
Taoist Long's face twitched slightly. This tiger had been protecting him since he was young.
During those chaotic days, he depended on it for life.
Later, if it wasn't for good luck, I was able to subdue the horned dragon.
As a natural alien species, the horned dragon is naturally much more powerful than the tiger in the roaring forest.
But even so, Taoist Long never abandoned it.
It protected him for the first half of his life, and now, it's his turn...
They are old friends, more like relatives.
It's just that this guy has become more and more lazy as he gets older, and Taoist Long is also helpless.
After all, he is an ordinary tiger, and it is not easy to reach this day...
Although the world calls me Dragon Taoist, I have never forgotten my name of Dragon and Tiger...
Old guy, you can't let me only have the name of dragon...
Thinking about things, the twists and turns of the mountain road seem to lose some of their flavor.
Since we are hiking, we naturally don’t come directly by the wind like last time.
After turning the corner, there was a pavilion with a group of Taoists standing in it waiting.
However, there was a person in the middle.
Taoist Long looked around, and soon he saw an orange cat nesting on the lawn between the pavilions...
……………………
Since they are all practitioners, they naturally don’t have so many secular rituals.
After the brief exchange was completed, both parties went directly to the topic.
"Longhu Mountain, Chengang."
"Don't be nervous, we are just discussing and discussing."
Chen Gang said with a smile to the little Taoist priest Yu Xing in front of him.
He is several years older than Yu Xing, so he looks taller.
In fact, swordsmanship is not the way to defeat the enemy for Chen Gang.
However, Chen Gang, who was a little worried, still worked hard to practice his sword skills.
After all, when dealing with people, swords are often more useful than talismans...
"Wudang, Yu Xing."
Yu Xing glanced at Chen Gang somewhat cautiously.
When he was honing his martial arts, he naturally had a lot of experience in sparring.
But competing on behalf of Wudang was something he had never experienced before.
He originally came to Wudang to practice martial arts, but later he found out that he had come to the wrong place...
After practicing Qi, I met Senior Brother Orange Cat again.
After some comparisons, the little Taoist priest Yu Xing felt that he was probably the so-called onlooker in the book.
What's more, this is not the chaotic era of the past.
He learned to practice swordsmanship and qi, but he only felt happy after making some progress.
As for what he could do with it, or what he wanted to do, Yu Xing had not thought deeply about it.
He just likes...
I like the leisurely feeling of sitting alone in the mountains and breathing out my breath when the sun and moon meet...
I like the romance of holding a long sword and dancing with silver light on the lonely front...
I like the mist and tranquility in the mountains...
I like the sadness of being far away from the world...
The world does not need a hero to eliminate violence and bring peace to the people, but there is a young man who can bring peace to the world.
When the heart is surging, mana naturally flows to it.
The little Taoist priest Yu Xing held his sword, and he gradually began to like this feeling.
I just hope that I don’t lose too badly...
"I'm a few years older than you, and I've practiced swordplay for a few more years, but I can only barely be called proficient, so I'll let you take the lead."
Chen Gang looked at Yu Xing not far away and smiled and said.
Then the two stood and saluted under the guidance of the teacher.
Then, Chen Gang saw a flash of light coming towards him!
Grass (a plant)?
In an instant, countless thoughts appeared in Chen Gang's mind.
But under the guidance of instinct, his body quickly opened the package, and then expertly attached a charm to the sword...
On the other side, the orange cat, who originally felt a little bored, became interested after seeing this...
This chapter has been completed!