(Reincarnated …)
After knowing the Taoist's identity as the Wudang Sect Leader, the old pilgrims did not dare to let the number one immortal on the mountain carry their luggage for them. The young Sect Leader could not dissuade the old people, so he could only accompany them all the way to the entrance of the Black Tortoise Hall on the Big Lotus Peak. There were few pilgrims. The young Taoist stood under a thousand-year-old camphor tree and looked at the pilgrims holding incense and worshipping in all directions. Finally, they threw the incense into the huge incense burner. Wudang Mountain finally had some incense and smoke.
He suddenly turned his head and saw a Taoist dressed in a Taoist robe outside the mountain. He held a white tail horsetail whisk in his hand, and his hair was tied up in a bun made of boxwood. His expression was solemn as he slowly walked through the door. There was no dust on his body. Just by looking at his immortal aura, even the Wudang Sect Leader under the camphor tree seemed to be far inferior. The young Taoist slightly bowed to the uninvited guest.
The slightly older Taoist ignored him and only looked into the Black Tortoise Hall. He could vaguely see the magnificent statue of Zhenwu Great Emperor in the hall. The statue was several feet tall, with long hair and bare feet. He wore golden armor and stepped on a black tortoise.
The Taoist looked at the red bronze statue and then looked at the incense burner outside the hall. He shook his head and muttered, "Suppressing the demons and ruling the north, only Black Tortoise can stop him?"
After becoming the Sect Leader of Wudang, the Taoist quietly stood far away. He heard the Taoist's question but did not directly answer. He only asked with uncertainty, "Probably?"
The foreign Taoist frowned, "Even you are not sure?"
The young Sect Leader smiled and asked, "Mount Longhu said that you are the reincarnation of three generations of Grandmasters. They also said that back then, Grandmaster Lu split the Azure Gall Sword Embryo into three and you obtained one of them. Tell me, is this true or false?"
Unexpectedly, the Taoist shook his head without hesitation, "It's false."
The new Sect Leader of Wudang was probably shocked and was speechless. On the contrary, the dragon-tiger Taoist priest who was in another sect's territory appeared to be overbearing. Finally, he was willing to take a look. He looked at the number one person of Wudang whose aura and demeanor were not as good as any of the Taoist priests in the Taoist Master Mansion. He asked, "You're called Hong Xixiang?"
The fellow called Hong Shixiang nodded his head, squatting down on the stone steps, exchanging glances with each other. Although the Daoist of Mount Longhu in front of him had an overbearing aura, it takes two to clap, isn't it? The person squatting there was neither red nor white in the face, as if he had seen a guest from afar, the kind that was half unfamiliar with him. Therefore, he was neither pretentious nor warm, nor did he have a cold expression. Thus, the confrontation between the two was not as tense as before, but instead, it was as if a chicken was talking to a duck.
The visitor of Mount Longhu knew that he was called Hong Shixiang. Since Hong Shixiang knew about the Qingdan Sword Embryo, he naturally knew that this person with a great background had the surname Qi and the name Xianxia. Other than this name being unforgettable, it was more because this person with the surname Qi was not only famous in Mount Longhu and the Taoist Master Mansion, but also in the entire world of Taoism. Qi Xianxia was a genius that was second to none. In the future, he was destined to be the pillar of the orthodoxy. The reason that Wudang knew was very simple. Little Wang Shixiong's swordsmanship was already outstanding enough. But Big Shixiong said that in the sect's sword competition, Wang Xiaoping was only third. The second place was an old senior from a Blessed Paradise. Both of them were suppressed by the young dragon-tiger Qi Xianxia.
Of course, rumors were just rumors. The truth had to be seen with one's own eyes. In Hong Shixiang's eyes, not only was the horsetail whisk in Qi Xianxia's hand a sword, even the ancient tree under the thousand-year-old camphor was also a sword. Moreover, they were all unsheathed swords. There was a popular saying in the Jianghu, "I don't hold a sword, but I have thousands of swords." It was probably a vivid portrayal of Qi Xianxia.
Hong Shixiang who was squatting on the stone steps sighed heavily. Look, the foot of the mountain was full of powerful people and terrifying things. How dangerous.
As for why Qi Xianxia came up the mountain, Hong Shixiang was not really an idiot who did not understand the ways of the world. There were not many Taoist temples in Wudang, but there were also quite a number of them. It was inevitable that there would be some small conflicts between Taoist temples. If someone was not convinced, they would visit the temple every now and then to argue. In private, if the young Taoist lost in words, they would use their fists to reason. When he was young, he would ride a bull and wander around the mountains. He would always meet some juniors who had arranged to "settle this privately" in a secluded place on the mountain. In the past, he was very happy to watch from the sidelines. Now that he was the chief, he could not clap his hands and cheer. He could only wait until the fight was over and then mediate. On Longhu's side, other than Qi Xianxia, no one else was suitable to come to Wudang. The four great Taoist masters were old. Even if they won in a war of words, it would not be glorious. Among the young Taoist masters, Mr. White Lotus was invincible in debate. However, if Hong Shixiang did not care about what Mr. White Lotus said and agreed to it, Mr. White Lotus would probably be helpless. Qi Xianxia was different. Was he really going to fight?
Qi Xianxia said that his Qingdan Sword Embryo was fake. However, no matter how Hong Shixiang looked at it, this guy's edge was hard to resist.
Qi Xianxia looked at Hong Shixiang's awkward expression. It did not seem to be fake. Although his state of mind was still calm, he had expected countless situations. He did not expect that the new chief of Wudang would be such an unambitious and irresponsible person. If he did not see Hong Shixiang carrying the luggage for the pilgrims when he went up the mountain, Qi Xianxia would have smashed the statue of Zhenwu the Great Emperor. This was something that could be done with a few strokes of the horsetail whisk. As for whether Wudang and Longhu would become enemies because of this, Qi Xianxia did not care at all. In the Taoist Master's residence, for hundreds of years, they had a complicated attitude towards Lu Dongxuan. No matter how good Lu Dongxuan was in poetry and sword, he was still an old immortal on Wudang Mountain. There were countless immortals in Longhu Mountain, and there were also a few great Taoist masters. However, they did not seem to be as approachable as Lu Dongxuan. Qi Xianxia had long felt that compared to Lu Dongxuan, the Taoist masters in Longhu Mountain's Zhao family's genealogy were more like clay statues in a Taoist temple. They were rigid and distant. They could not drink heroic wine or write soaring poems. They only looked high and mighty.
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