"The Wudang Sect is indeed a thousand-year-old sect with an extraordinary atmosphere."
When the Taoist priest heard the praise, he felt happy.
He took two steps, pointed at the big stone in front of him, and said proudly: "That is our Wudang sword-solving stone. Back then, Sanfeng Zhenren was still alive and Wudang was at its peak. The large and small sects in China, no matter how powerful their cultivation was, how respected their status.
, you have to take off your sword when you get here. It has witnessed the heyday of Wudang and is known as the cornerstone of Wudang."
Wu Yong looked in the direction of his finger.
Not far ahead.
A huge stone about five meters high stands on the platform.
There are two big characters carved on the boulder - Jie Jian.
These two characters are written with great force, and there is a compelling edge between the characters. At first glance, Wu Yong saw an illusion appearing in front of his eyes.
A pioneering old man, holding a long sword, looked down from top to bottom.
His eyes are deep and distant.
It seems like he can penetrate everything in the world.
Although he didn't see any movement, Wu Yong felt an invisible pressure that made him breathless.
Swish.
suddenly.
The old man with an air of immortality seemed to have noticed Wu Yong looking at him. He suddenly lowered his head and lowered his eyes until their eyes met.
Countless flying swords suddenly appeared in front of Wu Yong's eyes.
Rushing towards the vital points around him.
Wu Yong was shocked when he saw this.
He quickly dodged, but those flying swords followed him as if they had eyes.
Moreover, all the escape routes for his search were blocked.
Too bad!
Wu Yong was shocked and was about to use his strongest means to fight these flying swords to the end.
Suddenly.
An idea flashed in his mind, and he thought: No, these flying swords seem to be very powerful, but in fact they are all fictitious illusions. They are not real at all, so why should I be afraid and let them stab me casually?
I thought so in my heart.
Wu Yong relaxed wholeheartedly.
Don't even think about how to dodge.
Instead, he gently closed his eyes.
Swish swish swish.
Ten Thousand Swords passed through my heart.
Just as Wu Yong thought, he was not harmed at all.
All kinds of illusions before my eyes.
It also disappeared immediately.
The Taoist priest smiled at the side and said: "Congratulations, fellow Taoist, for untying the sword in your heart. Please follow me up the mountain."
Good guy.
It turns out that the meaning of Jie Jian Shi is.
Sure enough, there is something magical about it.
Wu Yong responded and walked up, thinking in his mind how to get the sword-solving stone smoothly.
Soon.
The peak of Wudang has arrived.
This is the true peak, much higher than the peaks seen in the world.
Standing on top of the mountain peaks roaring.
The surrounding mountains, big and small, can be seen at a glance.
There is another magnificent hall ahead.
The architectural style of this hall is the Ming and Qing style. Although it has only one floor, the floor height is more than 20 meters.
Standing with His Majesty looking up.
The word "Wudang" on the door plaque is particularly solemn.
These two characters have the same effect as the two characters "Jie Jian" below.
It can be seen from the font shape.
It must have been written by someone with profound cultivation.
At the door of the main hall, there was a Taoist priest about fifty years old standing.
This Taoist priest is wearing a green robe.
The beard is extremely long.
He really has a fairy-like demeanor.
When he saw Wu Yong approaching, he smiled brightly and said, "Hahaha, a distinguished guest is here. Please forgive me for not being able to welcome you from afar. I am Jinghong, the leader of Wudang. I have been waiting for your distinguished guest for a long time by order of the ancestor."
Jinghong is his nickname.
In the martial arts world, most outsiders call him Jinghong Zhenren.
Master Jinghong looks to be in his fifties, but in fact he is over seventy years old, and he is as powerful as a dean in the martial arts world.
Of course.
He is not the same person as the Wudang leader known to the outside world.
To put it bluntly, the external leaders have no deep connection with the real Wudang.
In terms of status, he is equivalent to an external leader of the Wudang Sect.
It is not worth mentioning in front of the core of the real Wu-Tang Clan.
Zhang Qingshan, a Wudang master who Wu Yong fought against last time.
It's even better.
He is just a member of the outer sect and has nothing to do with the real Wudang.
Master Jinghong is even more powerful. He is in charge of the foundation of Wudang Sect, a sect that has been passed down for thousands of years.
Wudang's name has become more and more famous in recent years.
But in fact, Master Jinghong and his disciples...
But he hasn't appeared in the outside world much.
Basically, he lives in seclusion inside the mountain gate and practices all year round.
This time I received a visit from Wu Yong.
This is already an exception for Wudang Clan and Jinghong Zhenren.
If Wu Liguo hadn't contacted the Wudang Sect through old acquaintances and found his master, he wouldn't have been willing to spare time to receive Wu Yong.
I was reluctant in my heart.
But Jinghong Zhenren did not show it.
He smiled and was very polite to Wu Yong: "Distinguished guests, please come in. Let's talk in the hall."
Wu Yong nodded: "Okay."
In the middle of the main hall, there are statues of Taoist Three Purities.
Needless to say, this statue was also made by everyone.
It has been edified by incense all year round.
You can actually smell a lingering scent of fairy spirit from it.
At the back of the main hall.
Another reception room.
Master Jinghong invited Wu Yong inside and asked the Taoist priest who received Wu Yong to make two cups of tea. "Dear guest, please drink tea. This tea comes from the tea tree that Master Sanfeng personally pointed out at that time. The tea has a refreshing fragrance and cannot be drunk by non-distinguished guests."
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Wu Yong took a sip.
As he said, it is extremely fragrant.
After swallowing.
The aftertaste lingers in the throat and lingers.
"Good tea." Wu Yong praised with a thumbs up.
After drinking a few sips of tea.
Master Jinghong finally couldn't help but ask: "Dear guest, may I ask why you came to this place late at night? Did you run into some kind of trouble? Do you need our Wudang to step in to solve it?"
Hey.
Don't say it yet.
My guess was pretty accurate.
Wu Yong was a little surprised, but he didn't hide it from him, and said bluntly: "Yes, I did encounter something, and I need the Wudang Gang to help."
When Master Jinghong heard this, he nodded slightly and said in his heart: "It's as expected."
On the way Wu Yong came.
He has thought about it carefully.
The Wudang Clan has been hiding from the world for a long time.
Normally no one would come to my door.
Generally, those who can be found are either people from the six major sects, or people with old ties to the Wudang sect who come to visit.
One after another over the years.
Wudang has also helped many people.
Therefore, Master Jinghong is still confident about this kind of thing.
He thought to himself: "The master told me that the person he greeted was his friend. He is now very powerful in China and he wants me to receive him well. Since he needs something from Wudang, I don't have to be stingy and I will try my best to help him.
, it will be easier to explain to Master then."
Master Jinghong made a plan in his mind.
Ever since.
He touched the beard under his jaw and said in a deep voice: "Dear guest, if you need any help from our Wudang, please feel free to tell us."
He is so generous.
It made Wu Yong feel embarrassed.
After all, he was here to defeat someone else's idea of protecting the mountain formation.
Was confused for a while.
Wu Yong touched his nose and said with a sarcastic smile: "Master, how about that, you agree to my request first." (To be continued)