The group of four passed through the golden persimmon forest of Little Lotus Peak and came to the Turtle Carrying Tablet at the top of the mountain. It was built under the orders of the Great Feng Dynasty. The inscription on the tablet was "The Great Peak of the Imperial Taoist Ancestral Court", which symbolized the glory of Mount Wudang hundreds of years ago. The only woman among the four tourists held a ripe persimmon in her hand. She stood under the Turtle Carrying Tablet and looked up to read the inscription. The other three men stood side by side on the cliff, looking at the scenery at the foot of Mount Wudang. The oldest man stood in the middle with a saber at his waist. On his left was a thin swordsman with a long sword on his back. On his right was an elegant scholar with white hair.
Then, when the beautiful woman turned her head, she saw a strange scene. She didn't know when there was only one person left standing on the cliff. It turned out that the swordsman and saber had retreated dozens of steps and were not far from her.
She gently walked to the two elders and asked the old man with the saber softly, "Grandpa Mao, Uncle Cheng is …?"
The three of them were Lin Hongyuan, the young master of the Southern Dragon Palace, Mao Shulang, and the sword master Ji Liu 'an.
Mao Shulang, with white hair and eyebrows, lowered his voice and said concisely, "Qiji."
Lin Hongyuan naturally couldn't understand such a riddle. He turned to look at Ji Liu 'an, the chief visiting official of the Dragon Palace. The latter hesitated for a moment and said softly, "Old Cheng, as the first distinguished Confucian scholar of the old Southern Tang, was born in a noble family, but he didn't like fame. He traveled all over the country all year round. Previously, he felt guilty for not being able to do as he wished when his country was destroyed, so he started to practice martial arts. After so many years, he climbed up step by step on the path of martial arts. Finally, for some reason, he stayed in the Finger Profound Realm for as long as 20 years. This trip to Liang, he accumulated a lot and showed signs of breaking through. It is similar to Cao Changqing of West Chu and Xuanyuan Jingcheng of Mount Hui."
Lin Hongyuan was surprised, "Uncle Cheng is finally going to enter the Celestial State?!"
Mao Shulang didn't care if she was the future master of the Dragon Palace, nor did he care about her relationship with the Southern King. "Quiet!"
Lin Hongyuan suddenly kept quiet and blushed.
Cheng Baishuang clasped her hands behind her back and gazed towards the south.
The old Confucian scholar stood on the edge of the cliff and muttered to himself, "Outside the body, grasping the tail of a spear and speaking plainly, it's really like drawing a cake. Orifices within orifices, ask the praying mat what is going on in your heart. Only then will you be at peace. "
"Moral essays are destroyed, but the spirit is everlasting. Fame and fortune will vanish in the wake of the world, but integrity will never change. "
"If you don't frown in your life, there won't be anyone in the world who will be angry. How ridiculous!"
The old man slowly closed his eyes. The wind blew against his face and his sleeves fluttered.
Mao Shulang's eyes suddenly widened. In an instant, he had already unsheathed his saber. His figure swept forward, brushing past Cheng Baishuang, who seemed to be resting with her eyes closed. He crashed into the edge of the cliff, and was only one step away from falling off the cliff.
The old man's saber was silent, but it was filled with boundless energy. It was as if a bright crescent moon had appeared in front of him!
Lin Hongyuan saw a woman in white appear out of nowhere in the sky above the cliff. She leaned back, her sleeves fluttering. She stretched out two fingers and blocked Mao Shulang's Gang Qi.
The immortal-like woman in white retreated for dozens of feet before offsetting the powerful and unparalleled Gang Qi.
The tall woman stood up straight and hovered in the air with no foothold. The mountain wind was whimpering under her feet, and the clouds were lingering around her.
Lin Hongyuan gasped. She recognized the identity of the uninvited guest. Tantai Pingjing of the Guanyin Sect, the leader of the Qi cultivators in the world!
Although Lin Hongyuan was always at a disadvantage in the scheming against the young lords, in fact, she was not stupid. Instead, she was extremely intelligent. She immediately understood that Cheng Baishuang's natural ascension this time was not as simple as reaching the Celestial Phenomenon from the Finger Xuan!
Mao Shulang, who was furious, did not care whether he would disturb Cheng Baishuang's state of oblivion. He said to the immortal in white in a stern voice, "If you want to make trouble, you have to ask my saber first!"
Tantai Pingjing glanced at the old Confucian who was unaware of the outside world and said calmly, "How many days of glory can you have?"
Mao Shulang clenched the hilt of his saber, squinted and said in a deep voice, "I'm just a boorish man. I don't understand the mystery of Tantai Pingjing!"
Tantai Pingjing no longer paid attention to Mao Shulang. She looked away slightly and said to Cheng Baishuang, "Since you have such a state of mind, you should know that there will be at most four or five Earth Immortals in the future. The three sects of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism will occupy one or two places in the Jianghu. At this time, you forced yourself to break the realm. Not only is there a fine line between you and the realm of Earth Immortals, but you also gave up the Sage of Confucianism! What's the difference between this and seeking death? "
Cheng Baishuang slowly opened her eyes and said frankly, "Is the Sage of Confucianism still the Sage of Confucianism? I, the Sage of Confucianism, once said that people are not afraid of death. Why should I fear death? Today, I, Cheng Baishuang, have never coveted immortality. Why should I tempt it with immortality? "
Tantai Pingjing sneered, "You are all frogs at the bottom of the well!"
Cheng Baishuang was high-spirited. She laughed loudly and said, "It is said that capable ministers are born in prosperous times and famous generals are born in troubled times. It is also said that poets are lucky when the country is unfortunate. I, Cheng Baishuang, have made some sour poems. I am not willing to nod my head and agree! When the country is in trouble, I am willing to die. Even if I die, I have no regrets. How can we, scholars, let the warriors on the battlefield enjoy the beauty alone! "
Tantai Pingjing sneered, "If you want to die, just die. You are just another lonely ghost of Confucianism in my sect's Water Moon Courtyard."
Cheng Baishuang smiled boldly and said loudly, "That's good. Today's people are worthy of the ancients!"
Tantai Pingjing was silent and looked indifferent.
Lin Hongyuan opened his eyes wide and his mind swayed. He stared at the beautiful and tall woman in a daze. Lin Hongyuan was no stranger to Qi-cultivators who claimed to enforce justice on behalf of heaven. There were several such strange people around Zhao Bing, the King of Yan Chi. They all had a cold aura that looked at the world as if they were watching a fire burning across the river. They were extremely unreasonable. Those immortals in white hated the fame and fortune that ordinary people all yearned for. They were silent all year round. When ordinary people interacted with them, they would not expect them to bare their hearts to you. Because Tantai Pingjing was a woman, Lin Hongyuan had always worshipped her. Jiang Ni was another worthy female sword fairy after Wu Su, and Xuanyuan Qingfeng was also a character with the best cultivation in Jianghu. However, these two women were after all too young. It was difficult for the proud Lin Hongyuan to sincerely admire them. Tantai Pingjing was different. She was a hundred years old, but her face was still youthful. She was an immortal in the human world. Therefore, the person that Lin Hongyuan admired and envied most in his life was undoubtedly Tantai Pingjing!
It should be known that the old beauty of a famous general was especially pitiful. Lin Hongyuan had all kinds of ambitions since a long time ago. One of them was to ask Tantai Pingjing about the unique method of retaining one's youthful appearance. Lin Hongyuan hoped that she would die young.
Unfortunately, Tantai Pingjing came and went without a trace. She did not even look at Lin Hongyuan from the beginning to the end.
Ji Liu 'an and Cheng Baishuang had known each other for dozens of years. Their relationship was the most sincere. He said sadly, "Old Cheng, is it really like what Tantai Pingjing said?"
Cheng Baishuang did not hide. He nodded and said, "My Celestial State is indeed spoiling things through excessive enthusiasm. I can't maintain it for a long time. As for becoming a Confucian Saint one day, I don't even think about it."
Ji Liu 'an sighed deeply.
Cheng Baishuang comforted his best friend, "A scholar should always put what he learned into practice. What's the benefit of being a Prime Minister in the mountain and an immortal in the forest? "
Ji Liu 'an exhaled deeply and said in a low voice, "Fine, I'll accompany you to the outside of Liangzhou Pass!"
Cheng Baishuang asked with a smile, "Why do you want to go?"
Ji Liu 'an pointed at the long sword on his back. "This old friend of mine hasn't cut off the head of a Beimang barbarian!"
Lin Hongyuan was shocked. If Cheng Baishuang, who had no roots in Jianghu, wanted to stay in Beiliang, she, as a minor leader of Jianghu in Nanjiang, didn't care. But if the chief guest of the sect also stayed, she would not be able to explain it to Mr. Nalan.
Mao Shulang, who had sheathed his sword, suddenly said, "Count me in."
Lin Hongyuan was stunned.
She came with three grandmasters of martial arts, but when she left, she was going to be all alone?
In addition to staying young forever, her other ambition was to arm wrestle with Xuanyuan Qingfeng and become the second female leader of Wulin in Liyang! Mao Shulang, Cheng Baishuang, and Ji Liu 'an, who were close to her, were originally indispensable helpers for her to reach the top of Jianghu.
Lin Hongyuan knew that once they made up their minds, perhaps only Mr. Nalan could persuade them to change their minds.
She thought of her evil plan not long ago and murmured, "Karma is not good!"
The Confucian scholar Cheng Baishuang looked into the distance again and said loudly for no reason, "Confucius said, 'Three Hundred Poems, in a word, the most moving part is' Thinking without evil '!"
The old scholar with white hair on his temples was full of smiles at this moment.
In the past, young people thought without evil.
In their twilight years, they should be like this.
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