It was early spring at this time, but I saw where Wudang was, with mountains and rivers rolling all over the place, green everywhere, and the main peak being shrouded in clouds and mist from halfway up the mountain, making it look like a fairyland.
The two third-generation disciples guarding the door were dressed in light blue Taoist robes, with long swords engraved with Tai Chi patterns hanging from their waists. Although they tried their best to look like mature and steady disciples of a large sect and looked forward, they could not hide the expression on their faces.
of immaturity and youthfulness.
One of them is slender and nine feet tall, and the other has a scar between his eyebrows.
Either because they were afraid that the discipline disciples in the sect would find out, or because they cherished Wudang's reputation, the two of them straightened their backs.
Next to the two men is the Jiejian Pavilion, and those who enter Wudang to pay a visit must first go here to untie their swords.
Ever since Zhang Sanfeng rose to prominence in front of the world's tycoons, the Wudang Sect's momentum has suddenly reached its peak. No matter the tycoons or dignitaries, they have come here to pay homage to Zhang Sanfeng's remains. The number of people visiting this place is even greater than when Zhang Sanfeng was still alive.
A few more points.
Becoming an immortal, becoming a Buddha, and immortality are originally myths and legends, fabricated by scholars and scholars at will, and they are not believed to be true. However, in front of everyone, there are people who ascend to heaven and become immortals, but it is unreasonable for people in the world not to believe it.
Therefore, although the Wudang Sect has lost its Zhensect heritage, it has gained the respect of heroes all over the world. Many people even believe that there is really a secret to becoming an immortal on Mount Wudang!
Under such circumstances, Wudang disciples feel honored.
While the two disciples were carefully guarding the mountain gate, suddenly, on the official road in the distance, a figure came slowly. It was a woman in a plain white dress, holding a long sword, and her appearance could not be seen clearly.
"Senior brother, look!"
The disciple with a scar on his face pointed at the woman in the distance and said, "A female guest has arrived!"
The tall disciple nodded and said, "You have to be more polite. Senior Brother Wang was a little arrogant when he was on duty yesterday, so he was sent to the Seventh Senior Uncle and was punished."
"Yes, senior brother!"
The disciple with the scar on his face was shocked, and he responded, trying his best to put a smile on his face.
Among the Seven Heroes of Wudang, although the seventh uncle Mo Shenggu is the youngest, he has the most stubborn character. He always has a cold face and never shows mercy. He is in charge of the precepts and all the disciples in the sect are afraid of him.
The person who committed the crime is one person and two people. Even if the master uncle went to plead for mercy, it would be useless.
When the two of them were thinking about Mo Shenggu's power, the woman had already come closer, and they saw that she had a delicate appearance, a cold temperament, and a long sword in her hand, which added a dash of heroic aura, but there was a faint hint of brilliance in her delicate eyebrows.
It has a somewhat windy and frosty color, and it is obvious that it has traveled here from a very far distance.
It's a pity that these two disciples have been practicing martial arts in the mountains. They have never seen such a beautiful woman, and they couldn't help but look a little crazy for a while.
It wasn't until the woman coughed lightly that the two men came to their senses. They both smiled awkwardly, a little embarrassed. The older disciple said: "Young lady, you are polite. I don't know why you came to Wudang?"
"I'm here to find the leader of the noble sect Song." The woman said in a cold voice.
Meet the head master?
The two of them were stunned for a moment, and the disciple with the scar on his face smiled and said, "It's unfortunate that the heroine came here. The master's uncle is in retreat, so I'm afraid I won't be able to see her."
How could the identity of the leader of Wudang be revealed to just a random person?
If so, why should Song Yuanqiao be exhausted to death?
Therefore, unless someone with sufficient status issued a greeting invitation in advance, it would be difficult for the unknown people who came in a hurry to see Song Yuanqiao's true appearance. As for the retreat, it was just a matter of words.
"The leader of the Song Dynasty is in seclusion. The Second Hero Yu, the Third Hero Yu and even the rest of the Wudang Heroes are free to do so. I have come to see you for something I have to ask for."
A look of anxiety flashed across the woman's beautiful face, she took out a stone from her arms, handed it over, and said, "I would like to ask the two Taoist priests to present this token to the Seven Heroes."
The taller disciple took the stone and saw that it was just an ordinary stone, but with a word engraved on it. He couldn't help but feel a little funny. Can such a stone be used as a token?
However, even though he didn't believe it, he didn't dare not pass it on. The disciples who guard the mountain have their own rules. The world is so big that there are all kinds of things, and there are many masters who play the world of mortals. But you can't offend at will. You have to let the elders in the sect make the decision.
"Junior Brother Zhenguan, please go and have a run." said the taller disciple.
Although Zhen Guan didn't believe it, he still said to the woman very magnanimously: "Then please invite the female hero to Jie Jian Pavilion to serve tea and wait for a while."
After saying that, he took the stone and hurried towards the mountain.
Among the Seven Heroes, someone takes turns guarding the Zhenwu Palace every day and handles various chores. Today it happened to be Yin Liting's turn.
Although this Six Heroes of Wudang, who loves to use swords the most, was plotted against by the Prince of Ruyang, his limbs were broken, and he was almost paralyzed in bed. However, after being treated with black jade intermittent ointment, he was already safe and sound. However, after experiencing emotional injuries, his temperament
He has become a bit colder, and there is always a faint look of sadness between his eyebrows.
He was sitting cross-legged on the futon, facing the statue of the Zhenwu Emperor, but his eyes were slightly closed, and he was wandering around in the sky, cultivating his sword intention.
Yes, it's sword intention.
Three years and many hardships have allowed this Six Heroes, who has the softest heart, to grow at an astonishing speed. Although his internal strength is still not enough to open up the two channels of Ren and Du and step into the ultimate realm, it is just a matter of time and effort.
Wisps of sharp Qi faintly emanated from his body, and the entire Zhenwu Palace was filled with a bone-chilling chill.
As soon as Zhen Guan approached the Zhen Martial Hall, he felt cold all over his body, as if there was a sharp sword pointed at him from a distance in front of him.
He was so frightened that he didn't dare to come any closer, so he reported from afar: "Reporting to the Sixth Master, a female guest came down the mountain and asked the disciple to present a token, saying that she wanted to see the head master."
"Can you state your identity?"
Yin Liting's clear voice came from the hall.
Zhen Guan shook his head and said, "I never stated my identity."
"Then we'll talk about it later."
After Yin Liting said this, he immediately immersed himself in the sword's intention. The Seven Heroes of Wudang had not left the mountain for a long time, and basically had no problems with the women in the world. If he was really a big shot, he would naturally give his name.
There are countless people in the world who want to see their brothers with a token, but they all know that the Seven Heroes of Wudang are kind-hearted. If they really want to ask for something in person, it is reasonable and reasonable, and most of them will not refuse.
Zhen Guan had no choice but to wait quietly. After about half an hour, suddenly, Zhen Guan felt warm all over, but the chill that shrouded Zhen Martial Palace dissipated without a trace!
He breathed a sigh of relief, but within a few breaths, a Taoist priest with a long body and handsome features walked out of the hall.
Yin Liting smiled and said, "Where is the token? Can you show it to me?"
Zhen Guan then handed over the already hot stone.
"It's just a stone. Is this Shilaozi's token?"
Yin Liting took it, looked at it and said with a smile: "I'm afraid it's another man from the world who wants to ask for something, and he's here to trick me into waiting for us to meet. If you go down the mountain now, he may not be here anymore... Huh?"
He suddenly frowned and looked at the word engraved on it, and saw something mysterious.
This word seems ordinary, but it is not chiseled out with the help of a hard tool. It seems that someone has carved it with finger force, and there is a faint flavor of swordsmanship on it.
Among the martial arts world, the only one who can do this is the powerful Vajra Finger of Shaolin Temple!
His heart tightened, and when he savored that word carefully, his expression suddenly changed drastically!
In front of him, there was no word. It was clearly a sword intent, a sharp sword intent that cut through the sky and divided the mountains and rivers at the bottom!
This sword intention is as majestic as the Milky Way falling from the sky. It is vast and indestructible. It has the heroic spirit to sweep through the world and swallow up all directions!
Compared with this, the sword intention that I cultivated is not worth mentioning at all!
Wait, this sword intention is...
Wudang swordsmanship, flowing clouds and flying waterfalls!
Zhen Guan could only see the expression of Uncle Sixth Master in front of him changing, and he was covered in cold sweat. Just when he was complaining in his heart that he might have been poisoned, Yin Liting, who suddenly saw a look of horror on his face, became happy and raised his hand to throw the stone.
He came over and ordered: "Hurry and show it to senior brother, and tell him that Li'er has been found!"
Before he finished speaking, the man turned into a green shadow and ran down the mountain very fast!
Is Li'er missing?
Zhen Guan held the stone in his hand and was stunned for a moment. There seemed to be no disciple named Li'er on the mountain?
etc!
Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but froze!
Could it be the senior brother that all the senior brothers mentioned?!
Thinking of this, his expression changed drastically, he held the stone and hurried towards the place where Song Yuan Bridge was!
At the foot of Wudang Mountain, Yue Lingyan had a bit of impatience on her face.
The people who went up the mountain have been gone for more than half an hour, and there is still no reply. Is it possible that none of the Wudang heroes recognize the token left by Mr. Mo?!
She traveled thousands of miles from the northwest under the stars and nights to get here. What she did was to get something for him. Although she didn’t know what it was, it must be something that Mr. Mo entrusted to her, so it must be precious and important. Now she even
The Seven Heroes can't even see each other, so how can they bring things back for them?!
Just when she was thinking about whether to break into Wudang, a clear and loud voice suddenly came from the mountain road: "Which distinguished guest is holding a token and wants to see us?!"
coming!
Yue Lingyan was overjoyed and summoned up all her inner strength to shout: "It's me!"
As she was speaking, a figure appeared on the mountain road. However, as soon as she finished speaking, the figure was already several feet in front of her. His speed in body skills and his martial arts were really unbelievable. Wu Tian was the best in the world.
Pai, it really deserves its reputation!
Thinking of this, Yue Lingyan raised her beautiful eyes to look at the person who came, but she was a man of nearly 30 years old. He was dressed in Taoist robes, with a sword hanging from his waist. He had handsome features and a sharp aura.
"Greetings to Uncle Sixth Master!" the disciple guarding the mountain gate saluted.
Uncle Sixth Master? Yin Liting from the Seven Heroes of Wudang!
Yue Lingyan couldn't help but feel happy.
Yin Liting said with excitement: "Li'er asked you to come, where is he now?!"
"He is in the northwest at the moment, and has...already become a monk."
Yue Lingyan did not hide anything from Yin Liting, and told everything about her encounter with Mo Li.
Yin Liting's eyes flashed upon hearing this, and a look of distress appeared on his face.
He murmured: "Unexpectedly, never expected that he would become a monk, with the name Ziwu, Ziwu..."
A black and white mottled long sword appeared in front of his eyes, Ziwu, Ziwu...
Everything seems to be caused by this sword.
If others don't understand, how can he not understand as a person who has personally experienced many things?
Ziwu Sword, Ji Xiaofu died under this sword. If not for her death, she would not have been ambushed by the Ruyang Palace. Without the ambush by the Ruyang Palace, there would be no chance of Li'er going to Beijing and the subsequent appointment as a living Buddha.
Fighting, naturally the master will not be forced to ascend!
Therefore, even if he becomes a monk, his name is still Ziwu.
Yue Lingyan had no intention of listening to Yin Liting's remembrances. She said, "Six Heroes of Yin, I don't know what Master Mo wants me to come and get."
"It's a sword!"
Another strong and powerful voice came down from the mountain road, but as the figures flashed, a middle-aged Taoist with a slightly fat body fell into the field.
The Taoist had a long beard, slightly white temples, and the outline of his facial features could faintly show the handsome style of the past. Standing there, he had the air of a great master like Yuan Ting Yue Zhi.
He was holding a sword in his hand.
Yin Liting looked at the sword and couldn't help shouting: "Elder brother!"
Song Yuanqiao waved his hand and said: "He has been waiting for this day for three full years, and now he shows up. He must be somewhat sure of winning. You don't need to say anything. I have asked Qingshu to inform all the junior brothers.
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He nodded and smiled at Yue Lingyan, and said: "This time, the girl is busy. Please wait for a while, and my seven senior brothers will set off north with the girl."
The Seven Heroes are going together?!
Yue Lingyan's heart was shocked. At this moment, she already understood that what Mo Li asked her to get was just because of his martial arts. Even the Sword King in White didn't dare to draw his sword and felt inferior. Who else in the world is qualified?
Let him draw his sword?
unless……
A person's name flashed in her mind, and her face was immediately filled with worry. It could only be him.
…
eye for eye!
Although the sound of these four words was not loud, in Zhang Wuji's ears, they were like thunder, which made his eyes turn black and his whole body became cold!
If Senior Brother Mo refuses to give up, won’t his adoptive father definitely die?!
Thinking of Yang Xiao who was beheaded by a sword, and thinking of the many masters who had been defeated by the opponent's sword, Zhang Wuji felt chills in his heart.
No, senior brother Mo and his adoptive father must not be allowed to take action!
After thinking this, Zhang Wuji bit his lip, walked to the position between Golden Retriever Lion King and Mo Li, and said firmly: "Senior Brother Mo, if you really want to kill your adoptive father, then please step over me!"
There was a slight change in expression in Mo Li's dead eyes.
Growing up, Junior Brother Zhang has really grown up, and he already has his own opinions.
However, the revenge of destroying the family must be avenged!
Mo Li walked towards the golden lion king and Zhang Wuji with firm steps, saying: "Anyone who stands in my way will die."
As soon as he finished speaking, he was dressed in Taoist robes, and there was no wind, and a mighty power suddenly rose from his body!
Under this momentum, Zhang Wuji, who was the first to bear the brunt, groaned and was pushed to the ground without any resistance...