Among the thirty-six palaces of Wudang, the Taixu Temple on the Big Lotus Peak was the tallest. Its eaves were called Dageng Jiao. It was famous because of the sword that once belonged to the immortal Lu Dongxuan. At this time, a young Taoist wearing a different robe from Wudang was sitting near Lu Dongxuan's sword. There was a long ladder under his feet. The elegant Taoist was carrying a wooden bucket and repainting the mottled eaves of Dageng Jiao. It was Qi Xianxia from the Celestial Master Residence of Longhu Mountain. Looking around, the clouds were rolling and the wind was blowing. The seventy-two peaks of Wudang were like a celestial island on the sea. Qi Xianxia was in a daze for a moment as he heard the melodious sound of the morning bell on the mountain.
These days, he lived on Wudang Mountain and wanted to defeat the leader of Wudang who rode the green ox. He rarely fought. Most of the time, he was forced to fight with the cowardly Taoist. Unintentionally, he also benefited a lot. When he heard that Dageng Jiao needed to be painted, he thought that there was a celestial sword here that he had been fascinated by since he was young. He promised the lazy Hong to do the work. Qi Xianxia never cared about these details and was not afraid of being criticized by the Celestial Master Residence. Thinking of this, Qi Xianxia was a little absent-minded. Wudang Mountain was really different from the Celestial Master Residence. They did not compete with others. Occasionally, there were disputes, but Qi Xianxia did not care about them. He just tilted his head and glanced at Lu Dongxuan's sword. The name of the sword could not be verified. There was no record of it in the ancient books of Taoism. There were only some rumors in the streets. Privately, they gave the celestial sword some names like "Dragon Slayer" or "Green Sky". It sounded very imposing. Qi Xianxia certainly did not believe it. However, it was true that this celestial sword did not have a scabbard. Lu Dongxuan once said, "Only heaven and earth can make the sword robe of this sword." The sword robe was the scabbard. But now, the ancient sword had a peach wood scabbard. Qi Xianxia remembered this and did not know whether to laugh or cry. Some time ago, he asked the leader with the surname Hong. That guy hesitantly told the truth. Only then did Qi Xianxia know that Hong made the scabbard for the celestial sword when he was young. As for the reason, the young leader refused to say it even if he was beaten to death.
If it was in the Celestial Master Mansion, Immortal Lu's relics would have long been hidden in the main hall and enshrined with layers of talismans. Not to mention adding a scabbard without permission, it would be difficult to even see it. Taking ten thousand steps back, if he really wanted to find a sword room for the immortal sword, he would at least need a python's skin and tendon to match his identity.
Wudang Mountain had too few rules.
Qi Xianxia lowered her head to look. The one with the surname Hong was practicing a fist technique. Behind this young chief, there were close to a hundred Wudang Taoists who practiced fist techniques. There were both young and old. At first, the ones who practiced with the bull-riding martial arts were just little Taoists who thought it was fun. Over time, the older generation of Taoists smelled the ancient charm of the martial arts. Twice a day, during the morning bell and evening drum, they would voluntarily come to the Taixu Temple to practice with them. The bull-riding martial arts started with a plain momentum and was purely natural. In general, the martial arts were big circles within small circles, big circles within small circles, like a silkworm spinning silk continuously.
Qi Xianxia had never seen this set of boxing style. Later, when it was mentioned, she knew that it was created by Hong who watched the bells and drums on the mountain all year round. Although Qi Xianxia had been practicing swordsmanship since young, she naturally knew what was good and what was good. This boxing style accumulated thousands of catties, pulling a big frame like covering the sky and earth. When it entered a small frame, it was like a mustard seed containing Mount Sumeru. Not to mention the actual combat effect, the most important thing was the concept. To be honest, Qi Xianxia was somewhat jealous of this guy's talent. On the square, the young leader slowly retracted his fist. The rest of the Taoists' movements were the same. They were already twenty to thirty percent similar.
An old Taoist came forward to ask for advice from the leader. As he spoke, he praised that if one practiced this boxing style for a long time, they would be able to walk on ice in the abyss without moving, like a mountain hitting the water in the middle of the river. The young leader listened without blushing or being proud. He laughed and said that it was nothing. The old Taoist was worried and said that if this set of boxing style could be learned by everyone on the mountain, it was hard to guarantee that it would not be secretly learned by outsiders. The leader shook his head and smiled, saying that it was not a problem. This set of boxing style was good at nourishing one's body and mind. If more people learned it, Wudang would have more merit. The old Taoist smiled and no longer worried about groundless things. So what if the leader was young? With this kind of breadth of mind, when had he ever lost to the Mansion of the Celestial Master?
When Hong Xixiang saw Qi Xianxia carrying the wooden bucket down the ladder, he ran over to help him take the wooden bucket. They went down the mountain together and walked side by side towards the Little Lotus Peak. When some of the disciples on the square saw this, they felt proud. Look, what's wrong with the little Celestial Master? Isn't he still subdued by our leader? Qi Xianxia did not care about these little thoughts. On the way down the mountain, Hong Xixiang led the green ox. It was still leisurely hanging on one of its horns. The other horn was hanging on the wooden bucket. It was swaying and looked very comical. He smiled and said, "When I was practicing the boxing style, I felt a trace of resonance between you and the ancient sword. When you leave Wudang one day, let me know and I'll give you the sword. If you feel embarrassed, I'll just lend it to you."
Qi Xianxia was not happy but angry. He reprimanded, "Ancestor Lu's relic is the weapon of your Wudang for five hundred years. How can you treat it as child's play and give it away just like that?!"
Hong Xixiang did not care and said, "Didn't I say that I'll lend it to you?"
Qi Xianxia snorted coldly, "Don't mention this again."
Hong Xixiang said with emotion, "His Royal Highness is still the most daring. When we went down the mountain, if it wasn't for me hugging his leg and begging him, you wouldn't have seen this sword."
Qi Xianxia was indifferent to this. He only said sincerely, "Outside the box, the world is full. Inside the box, the sword aura is long. Ancestor Lu's style in the past can be seen. "
Hong Xixiang muttered, "Ancestor Lu had warned the emperor to take care of his own fate and not to disturb the emperor's path of governance through internal and external alchemy. Since ancient times, the necromancers caused disasters and caused national disasters. It was all because the traveling immortals entered the imperial court and cultivated for the sake of benefits. How is this true cultivation? It's more like cultivation. Just like your Martial Uncle Zhao Danping who preached in the capital, he participated in the imperial court's affairs. I heard that he wrote memorials to the Heavenly Lord with beautiful words. Therefore, he was called Scholar Qing Ci by the people in the capital. Isn't this Great Celestial Master ashamed? Because he was favored, I don't know how many Daoists and necromancers wanted to rely on this path to achieve a meteoric rise. It's not necessarily not a disaster for the orthodoxy. "
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