"I, He Zudao of the Kunlun Sect, have met the two young ladies of the Guo family." He bowed slightly towards Guo Fu and Guo Xiang.

"The Kunlun sect has never been in China, so why come all the way here and why?" Guo Fu wondered in her heart.

Guo Xiang never thinks about this. She travels around the world and likes to make friends the most. This handsome brother He Zudao is also very popular.

"It turns out it's Brother He from Kunlun. My little sister is also polite." Guo Xiang said with her hands, imitating the way people in the world salute when they meet.

He Zudao nodded, feeling even more favorable in his heart. At this moment, he turned his head and said to Yang Guo: "Master Yang, this Mr. Yin Kexi stole the secret books of the Kongtong sect and my Kunlun sect before. I was ordered by the master before

Come to capture him."

Yang Guo nodded, he had long seen that there was something wrong with Yin Kexi's martial arts style, it turned out that it was really stolen martial arts.

"Then your Excellency, just take him away."

He Zudao nodded, and with a movement of his body, he was already in front of Yin Kexi. Before Yin Kexi could react, he had already tapped his acupoints, sealing off his internal energy, making him unable to move.

On the other side, Xiaoxiangzi took advantage of the chaos and wanted to escape, but unexpectedly, he met an old monk before he took a few steps.

The old monk was tall and tall. If he hadn't had a bald head, he would have been thought of as a scholar.

With a wave of his hand, he captured Xiaoxiangzi like a chicken and brought him back.

"Master!" The young monk suddenly ran out.

The old monk said "Amitabha", nodded in response, and said to the others: "The poor monk Shaolin Jueyuan was also ordered to catch the thieves who stole the scriptures."

Yang Guo nodded. He had no idea about the martial arts of Monk Jue Yuan. He must be another master! So he started chatting with Jue Yuan, and then he realized that the monk was just a librarian of the Sutra Pavilion.

, but his martial arts strength is superior to that of the Shaolin abbot!

Jue Yuan searched Xiao Xiangzi and Yin Kexi, but could not find any trace of the scriptures. He could only say "Amitabha" and planned to take Xiao Xiangzi back to Shaolin Temple for business. As for Yin Kexi, he was also involved in two major sects in the Western Regions.

, naturally you can’t take it back to the temple without authorization.

Jue Yuan and He Zudao each led one person and were about to leave. Yang Guo suddenly said: "Since you two have come to Huashan Mountain, wouldn't it be a pity if you didn't go up the mountain to have a look?"

The two of them looked at Yang Guo at the same time and asked, "Oh, do you have any explanation?"

Yang Guo laughed loudly. It turned out that these two people really didn't know anything about it, so he explained: "Today on the Huashan Mountain, all the heroes have arrived, and it is the use of martial arts to make friends. Why don't the two masters come up and have a look?"

...

At noon, the heavy snow on the top of Mount Huashan stopped.

There were dozens of people gathered on the top of Mount Huashan in front of us, and it must have been the busiest in a century.

As soon as the young monk climbed to the top of the mountain, he smelled a fragrance. Following the fragrance, he saw an old beggar sitting cross-legged on the ground. There were several shelves in front of him, on which various kinds of barbecues were being cooked.

strange food.

The old beggar's beard and hair were all white, but there were several people around him who were attacking him. After a closer look, the young monk recognized that these assassins were the ghosts from a cave in Shanxi that he had seen some time ago.

Each of them is a top-notch master, but now they are giving orders to this old beggar. The identity of this old beggar is also about to be revealed.

Although it was the first time for the young monk to follow his master down the mountain, he learned everything about the affairs in the world. Master Jue Yuan said that he had not finished his mortal life and should not spend his life in the mountain, so he took him down the mountain.

"He should be the legendary Northern Beggar Hong Qigong!" The young monk stood aside and watched, but his smooth head was slapped by the master.

Jue Yuan said: "You are still a disciple of Shaolin Temple, so you are not allowed to eat those meaty things."

The little monk stuck out his tongue and moved his eyes to the other side.

There was an old man in Tsing Yi, sitting in the wind and snow playing Go with an old monk, and beside the old monk stood another monk in Tsing Yi.

The young monk, who was also a monk, was about to step forward to get close to him, but was stopped by Master Jue Yuan again.

"The old man in green is Medicine Master Dongxiehuang, and the other one is Master Nandi Yideng. Don't get too close... Their Tianlong Temple and our Shaolin Temple are not from the same sect." Master Jueyuan said.

Behind, the sound became smaller and smaller.

There are also some undesirable elements among different sects of Buddhism, and the young monk can only give up.

The young monk followed Master Jue Yuan and sat aside and waited for a long time. Finally, he met the legendary hero Guo Jing.

At this time, on the top of Huashan Mountain, it can be said that there are masters everywhere, and the first-class ones are not as good as dogs. Only the masters dare to speak, and the first-class ones can only stand aside and listen quietly.

"Little friend Yang Guo has also arrived. I think it's almost time to start the Huashan sword debate." Huang Yaoshi's beard and beard were all white, but he was still full of energy.

He and Yang Guo became friends by chance, which made Guo Jing a little embarrassed.

After Hong Qigong had eaten and drank enough, he yawned and said, "I invented a few more delicious dishes, but it's a pity that Mr. Yin is not here."

"Isn't Taoist Master Yin coming?" Master Yideng also asked.

Everyone looked at Yang Guo. After the battle in Xiangyang, Yin Zhiping retired and traveled around. The only one who knew about him was Yang Guo in front of him.

Yang Guo shook his head, "Senior brother's whereabouts are elusive, and I have only exchanged letters with him a few times over the years. The sword debate in Huashan is so lively, he will definitely not be absent."

Everyone nodded and began to use martial arts to make friends.

Among the four old masters, Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison Master, did not come either. Hong Qigong first tried his best with Master Yideng, but there was no winner.

Huang Yaoshi had a bad look when he met his son-in-law Guo Jing, so he deliberately chose his son-in-law to practice his skills. Guo Jing was actually far more powerful than him. Especially after the battle in Xiangyang, he felt a glimmer of martial arts opportunities.

In the following ten years, Guo Jing also broke through the master bottleneck and advanced to the realm of unparalleled grand master. However, when competing with his father-in-law, Guo Jing could only win with a "half move".

He Zudao, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, was young and energetic, and couldn't bear his loneliness. After the seniors competed, he took the initiative to challenge Huang Yaoshi.

Both of them used music as a weapon, and for a while, the top of Huashan Mountain was filled with the sound of pianos and Xiaos. The two were competing not only in the way of music, but also in their internal strength.

Everyone was immersed in the beautiful melody of the two, and for a moment they forgot where and when they were.

When the sound of the piano fell and the whistle stopped, everyone came back to their senses.

Huang Yaoshi sighed: "The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. People have to obey the old! Now it is really the world of you young people."

Although He Zudao lost half of his own, Huang Yaoshi asked himself that his victory was still due to his accumulation of years.

Everyone was shocked. They didn't expect that He Zudao, who was only in his twenties, could have such profound martial arts attainments. It was really shocking!

The top of Huashan Mountain is quite spacious. After a few seniors took action, others also went to compete with each other. For a while, the top of Huashan Mountain was filled with the sound of swords and swords, and it was very lively.

The young monk was dazzled by what he saw. These were the top figures in the martial arts world. Any one of them was a legendary figure, but today they all gathered on the top of Huashan Mountain to discuss martial arts. It was really a rare occasion in history.

A rare thing.

As he watched, someone suddenly patted the young monk on the shoulder. The young monk turned around and saw an old man with white beard and white hair.

He touched his bald head with a smile and asked: "Kid, whose child are you? Why are you playing here alone?"

This old man must be in his seventies or eighties, but he talks like a child, not an old naughty boy.

"Master, uncle, business is business, business is business."

A voice came from behind the old naughty boy, and a man wearing a black Quanzhen Taoist robe walked out in the snow.

The old naughty boy said with a displeased look on his face: "I already told you that I don't want to come, but you still have to ask me to come."

The old naughty boy who loves liveliness by nature is not interested in such grand events at all... In fact, the fundamental reason is because of his existence.

After the Battle of Xiangyang, the old naughty boy had a few quarrels with his disciple in private. As a result, he was very disappointed to find that he had broken through the great master, but he was still no match for him.

"Anyway, you are not a human being. You will have to leave sooner or later. I am not the same as you." The old naughty boy muttered, ignoring the Taoist priest behind him, and walked over to say hello to the others.

The young monk looked at the black-robed Taoist. His face looked very young, as if he was only in his twenties. But his intuition told him that this Taoist should be almost forty years old.

The strange thing is that everyone else seemed to be attracted by the competition on the field, and no one noticed the Taoist in black.

The young monk looked at the Taoist in black. The more he looked at him, the more he felt as if he had seen this man before somewhere, and he felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy in his heart.

"Taoist Priest, who are you..."

The young monk opened his mouth and realized that it was very impolite for him to ask like this.

But the black-robed Taoist remained silent and just smiled at him.

Unknowingly, it was getting late, and the outcome of this Huashan sword debate was coming to an end.

Dongxiehuang Yaoshi is still a treasured sword, while Xidu Ouyang Feng's position was replaced by his adopted son Yang Guo, who was Xikuang. Nandi Yideng master was renamed "Southern Monk".

Hong Qigong competed with Guo Jing in the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and after losing half a move, he gave up his position as Bei Beggar to him, becoming the "North Knight".

But the one who defeated these four unique skills and won the first place in the world was something no one had thought of——

The old naughty boy Zhou Botong was later called the "middle naughty boy".

In addition to these five people, He Zudao of the Kunlun sect is also famous, and became famous after a battle with Huang Yaoshi. However, Master Jue Yuan, who kept a low profile and did not take any action, was not inferior to the Four Ultimates in martial arts.

Everyone else watched with great enjoyment, but Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong, Master Yideng and others were a little regretful because the Taoist priest they wanted to see never showed up...

Since then, the Huashan Sword Forum has never been held again. The legend of Huashan's Five Wonders has been circulating in the world, but they don't know that in the hearts of these five people, there has always been an insurmountable peak.

The figure who stood alone on the top of Huashan Mountain under the moon and finally floated away is the real legend of the world.

"Jun Bao, let's go!" Master Jue Yuan shouted loudly, holding Xiao Xiangzi in one hand.

Only then did the young monk come to his senses. At this time, there was no one on the top of Huashan Mountain. This luxurious sword discussion had come to an end.

He stared at the peak at the top of Huashan Mountain for a long time. When he saw that it was getting dark, Jue Yuan woke him up.

When going down the mountain, Jue Yuan and the young monk met a Taoist nun wearing a Quanzhen black robe.

This Taoist nun was riding a little donkey, holding a pot of wine in her hand, and carrying a sword as black as ink on her back. She was singing a Jiangnan tune called "What is Love?", which sounded sad and nostalgic at the same time.

When the young monk saw the Taoist nun going up Mount Huashan alone, he felt strange but did not dare to ask any more questions.

After her back disappeared into the snow, the young monk asked Jue Yuan, "Master, who was that woman just now?"

Jue Yuan knocked on his head and said, "You are still a monk now. Don't think about women and think more about practicing martial arts."

The young monk touched his head and said "Oh" in his heart. Thinking of practicing Qigong, the circle that the black-robed Taoist drew on the ground before he left came to his mind.

"Yin and Yang, two fishes, Tai Chi..."

The little monk didn't understand what the mysterious Taoist meant, but it seemed that he was the only one who saw the Tai Chi diagram he drew.

Only he heard the poem that the Taoist recited before leaving, which was exactly:

"There are lotus boats floating under the distant bridge, and the stream is flowing with pine trees on the Dai Rock.
Chapter completed!