Yunjin Mountain Bottomless Pool

Zhao Kai sat cross-legged next to the middle-aged Taoist priest and said with a smile: "Xiao Jin, you said this old man is an immortal? I have never even heard of such a method as dreaming."

This was not because he was flattering, the Taoist priest had clearly used his seal to lure him into a dream, causing him to almost get lost on the dragon chair.

The only drawback is that the dream is too short, and he has not yet made his wife his queen.

"If a senior takes action, my brother-in-law will definitely die this time! It's just that the feng shui is not good. If you want to blame it, it's because you were too lucky. My brother-in-law chose several treasures for you, but you didn't succeed. Who can blame you?"

"Master said that this senior is also a member of the royal family. Xiao Jin, what do you think I should do to get senior to support me?"

Zhao Kai kept talking to himself, and the golden armor behind him protected him and Zhao Huangchao's bodies like a divine weapon from heaven.

Probably tired of sitting, this young man who seemed to have only laughed since he was born and had no worries at all lay down straight, half-opening his hands to cover the sun.

It's such a pleasant weather, perfect for killing people.

Who stipulates that killing someone must take place under the bright moon and dark night?

Zhao Kai looked at the jade bamboo pole with half-squinted eyes, thinking non-stop in his mind.

He tried his best to pull all the fishing line out of the pond.

How long does this fishing line have to be?

Baizhang?

Or two hundred feet?

The seniors’ fishing is so different, they are indeed immortals!

Zhao Kai was about to say something when he saw an astonishing scene. The god-like middle-aged Taoist priest shook his body and blood flowed from his ears. The black hair on his temples suddenly turned white, and he seemed to have aged by more than ten years.

Zhao Huangchao suddenly opened his eyes, opened his mouth and saw a pool of blood, and said angrily: "How dare you do this!"

Zhao Kai was stunned for a moment, filled with questions.

Who hurt this immortal-like senior?

Is the brother-in-law dead or not?

There's a long way to go, and it's really not easy to kill my brother-in-law!

difeishan

The famous Taoist Paradise of Cave Heaven has been the crown of the Cave Heaven where luck gathers since ancient times. However, for some unknown reason, there are no great immortals living in such a celestial mountain. Taking a closer look, it has been hundreds of years since the previous dynasty closed the mountain.

That day, an ancient sword came through the air, and a three-foot clear light penetrated the Difei Mountains. The mountains shook with earthquakes, and dragons screamed.

The ancient sword flew out again and fell straight from the sky in front of the gate of Longhu Mountain. The whole Longhu Mountain shook violently. Nine lotuses of luck in Wudang Mountain's Dragon Pond instantly withered. Many ancestral halls of Tianshi Mansion were dedicated to the ancestors who have been worshiped for thousands of years.

The tablet fell to the ground.

Zhao Kai, who was guarding Zhao Huangchao by the bottomless pool, had seen many big scenes and had a tenacious mind, but he was dumbfounded at this time.

A sword came from the sky, someone cut off the fate of dragon and tiger!

Wudang Mountain Zhenwu Hall

The young master of Wudang is holding a simple scabbard. If there are Taoist priests from Wudang Mountain here, they will definitely recognize that the scabbard in the master's hand was left by Lu Zu and is usually hung in the Zhenwu Hall for worship.

I heard from my master's master that the sword left to Wudang by Lu Zu had not been unsheathed for five hundred years.

The little Taoist priest who had not read the forbidden book today faced the southwest, changed from his usual timidity, and exhaled: "Zhao Huangchao's Fei Mountain raises evil dragons. If the statue of Zhenwu shakes, it must be killed!"

Xiaoyao Temple is at the foot of Longhu Mountain. Longhu Mountain was shaking. The old Taoist priest Zhao Xituan naturally felt it very clearly. He closed his eyes and counted with his fingers. He felt that the heaven was obscure and there seemed to be layers of thick fog in front of his eyes. Where could he see half of the real scene?

The Heavenly Master wiped the sweat from his forehead. It was raining all night. The Prince of Beiliang was still dreaming, and there was another turmoil in Longhu Mountain.

Especially the boy Xu Fengnian, he must not cause any trouble in Longhu Mountain, otherwise Xu Xiao can step on the dragon and tiger once, but it will be nothing more than a second step. By then, the ancestral foundation of the Qian family will really be destroyed.

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These old Taoist priests are unwilling to stay in Tianshi Mansion. Another reason is that several nephews have close contacts with the Zhao Dynasty. His Danping nephew is an official in the court, with as much power as a prince, and has the title of "Qingci Prime Minister".

” reputation.

Is it really a good reputation?

The old Taoist priest doesn't think so.

Lu Zu once left a last word to Wudang, which stated that Taoist priests from the mountains were not allowed to enter the capital to seek power. Over the years, the deeper they understood the way of heaven, the more the old Taoist priests felt that Lu Zu's words had profound meaning.

If people from outside the country are involved too much with powerful people, they will inevitably get involved. Although it may not hinder your luck for a while, in the long run, acting like this will inevitably be contaminated with cause and effect, and it will do a lot of harm to your spiritual advancement and not a single benefit.

Didn’t the previous generation of heavenly masters encounter a catastrophe and almost be defeated on the spot?

Could it be that the disaster of dragon and tiger has come?

The Heavenly Master looked at His Highness the Crown Prince who was still sleeping, and then glanced at Longhu Mountain, scratching his head and ears anxiously. The Patriarch must be blessed to prevent any big mistakes from happening.

Fortunately, he had the foresight to send the few female dolls that His Royal Highness had brought into the temple down the mountain. Otherwise, if there were a few more people buzzing in his ears and asking questions, it would be really annoying to fall asleep.

The Heavenly Master turned his head again to the man in purple who seemed to be in trance. He looked at it for a long time without seeing anything, so he had to turn to the unscrupulous prince again.

"Ah, Your Majesty, you're awake!" The old Taoist priest exclaimed and wiped his eyes again. The Patriarch really blessed him, and he would have to go to the ancestral hall to light a few sticks of incense.

"Brother!" Huang Man'er squeezed His Highness the Crown Prince's hand tightly.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince touched Huang Man'er's head and comforted him: "Brother, it's okay. Huang Man'er, please stop crying. If you cry any more, you won't be able to get a wife."

Huang Man'er stopped crying and started laughing silly.

His Highness the Crown Prince kicked the old Taoist priest away and said angrily: "Niubi, why are you so close to my Crown Prince?"

The old Taoist priest who had been kicked by a bastard was not angry but happy. His Royal Highness's kick was powerful enough to kick a cow to death.

The prince is really fine!

"His Royal Highness, the Prince, is handsome, graceful and elegant. Among the people I have ever met, he is enough to rank among the top three." The old Taoist flattered him very much.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said with a look of disgust: "Niubi, what you said is so unoriginal."

The old Taoist priest smiled naively and said to himself: "This little bastard is really difficult to take care of!"

Xu Fengnian suddenly asked: "Niubi, is there an old Taoist named Zhao Huangchao in Longhu Mountain?"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Zhao Huangchao? Could it be that this Taoist priest did this to the Northern Liang Prince? Zhao Xituan thought for a while, shook his head and said: "The man with profound cultivation on Longhu Mountain

All Taoists and old Taoists know about it, but there is no one named Zhao Huangchao."

Jingzhou slowly opened his eyes, exhaled a breath and said: "Don't worry about Zhao Huangchao. Although this old Taoist escaped from my sword, he is suffering from the backlash of luck at this time, and his realm will inevitably plummet.

Zai, that injury won’t heal.”

"Over the years, Zhao Huangchao has been raising evil dragons in Difei Mountain in order to steal the Qi of Western Chu, and use this to contain the Qi of Northern Liang. It's a pity that this old man has been calculating all the time, but he only misses the hearts of the people, not Wudang.

Someone actually dares to risk his fate and kill the dragon of luck he raised with one sword."

Zhao Xituan was stunned for a moment after hearing this. Is there anyone in this world who dares to raise a dragon?

Raising a dragon to devour one's luck is an act that goes against the will of heaven. If something goes wrong and suffers backlash, hundreds of years of hard work will be reduced to ashes. Not only will one's realm plummet?

Xu Fengnian frowned slightly, someone in Wudang Mountain came to help?

Apart from Wang Zhonglou, the previous generation leader of Wudang who has passed away, which Taoist priest above Wudang can have this level of cultivation?

Sword crazy Wang Xiaoping?

Xu Fengnian's face seems to be of little use in the eyes of this Taoist priest who has nothing else but his sword.

When he was practicing swordsmanship in Wudang Mountain, every time he broke into the bamboo sea where the Wudang swordsman was, he would inevitably be beaten.

Could it be Song Zhiming?

This old Taoist priest lived for two centuries, but although his alchemy skills were worth mentioning, his martial arts skills were mediocre.

Jingzhou glanced at the contemplative Crown Prince and said, "Don't guess, the one who came to help was the little Taoist priest riding an ox backwards. Hong Xi was like a flying sword flying thousands of miles. With one sword, he killed the evil dragon in Difei Mountain.

The sword cut off several golden lotuses of luck in Longhu Mountain. In recent years, Zhao Huangchao has intervened in the movement of heaven and earth and snatched luck for the Zhao Dynasty, which has caused a lot of disasters. In the past, there were evil dragons to share the burden for him, so naturally nothing happened. Now,

When the evil dragon dies, disaster strikes, and this old man will have to shed his skin even if he doesn't die."

The Heavenly Master looked miserable, Mom, why are you still involved in Longhu Mountain?

This new headmaster of Wudang is too cruel. How many golden lotuses of luck would it take to save for hundreds of years?

No wonder Longhu Mountain is shaking.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince couldn't believe it and said: "That little Taoist priest who can't beat a fart with three sticks?"

This little Taoist chases people when he reads forbidden books, and chases people when he eats. But he is less courageous than a mouse. How can he do such a big thing?

Jing Zhou sighed: "Zhao Huangchao and I are fighting, Wu Xia Gu is the evil dragon in Di Fei Mountain, and the timing of this sword attack is just right. The little Taoist's yin and yang arithmetic is not necessarily inferior to Huang Sanjia. One hexagram every day,

After all the world's affairs, if he has not killed anyone with a flying sword in five hundred years, it is time for this little Taoist priest to ride on a crane and go to the south of the Yangtze River."

How could Hong Xixiang not know about Zhao Huangchao's secret plot to murder the Xu siblings?

I don't go down the mountain, but I know the world's affairs.

It's just that the time has not yet come to take action.

"This little Taoist priest is promising! I thought he was hiding in Wudang Mountain and would be a coward all his life. Hey, if that's true, I will beat him once I see him!" Xu Fengnian clicked his tongue a few times, planning to go to Wudang Mountain again next time.
To be continued...