Everyone knew that there was a saying in Jianzhou, "Jiangxi's Dragon and Tiger, Jiangdong's Xuanyuan."
Jianzhou was split into two by the She River. Jiangxi had Dragon and Tiger, while Jiangdong had Xuanyuan. The former was the ancestral court of Taoism. The Zhao family of Taoism, which had the same surname as the Emperor, had been hereditary for more than sixty generations. They had received the will of heaven and guarded the world for one thousand and six hundred years. The Dragon and Tiger Mountain, which had a radius of a hundred miles, was the base of the Taoist Sect, with the Taoist Master Mansion as the core. The confrontation between the peaks was like a battle between a dragon and a tiger. The mountain was red and the water was green. Purple Qi rose. It was a beautiful scene.
In a broad sense, the Dragon and Tiger Mountain was even more vast. To the west of the She River, almost half of it belonged to this Taoist immortal capital. Together with the Zhang family in the north, which had produced a Saint Master, they were known as "Northern Zhang and Southern Zhao." The Master of the North and the Immortal South had been shining together for thousands of years.
The master and disciple walked out of a dilapidated Taoist temple at the foot of Mount Longhu and boarded a bamboo raft to float down. The sloppy old Taoist with a pole was spitting saliva everywhere as he introduced the local customs of Jianzhou to his silly disciple who was leaning on the bamboo raft to catch fish. "Let's not talk about our Mount Longhu. Since Xuanyuan can stand shoulder to shoulder with Mount Longhu in Jianzhou, it is really not simple. Although unfortunately, it is located in the same province as our Taoist ancestral court, it has been only slightly inferior for hundreds of years. What is even more rare is that this family does not become an official. In times of chaos, you can cause chaos, and in times of peace, you can maintain peace, but I have always been alone with my family and never moved. It is strange to say that Xuanyuan only travels in Jianghu, and there are many masters in Jianghu. It is said that there is an immortal jade seal at the bottom of the Mount Longhu in Jiangxi that is inscribed with the words" By the Will of Heaven ". It's not that I am deliberately biased and want to slander Xuanyuan. Anyway, when I was young, I asked my ancestor whether there was a jade seal at the foot of the mountain. My ancestor also said that Heaven and Earth knew, but he didn't know. I think it's hard to say. Therefore, Xuanyuan's tablet is also a myth. "
"Jiangdong Xuanyuan is not a Taoist sect, but it occupies half of Mount Hui. Therefore, it has the sixth blessed land of Heavenly Abode. I used to go there to enjoy the scenery when I was free. The scenery is not bad at all, especially the main peak of Bull Hill. It is a huge bluestone shaped like a bull lying quietly in the sky. There are six waterfalls at the foot of the mountain. Every summer, thousands of carps jump upstream. Tsk, tsk, it is very spectacular. It is similar to the Tide-listening Lake in Beiliang Palace. At the same time, because there is a saying that there is a dragon king imprisoned at the bottom of the lake, it is also called the Dragon Gate or the Gate of Heaven. The Sword God Li Chungang once reversed the flow of the six waterfalls with one sword. Even the gate of Xuanyuan's mansion built on the Bull Hill was destroyed by the flood. Li Chungang is known as the Gate of Heaven because of this."
"The kung fu of this generation's Master of Xuanyuan should not be weak. It is hard to say whether he is Xuanyuan or Celestial Phenomenon. However, when he competed with others with swords, sabers, and internal energy, he lost three rounds in a row. It is really sad and lamentable. There is no other way. He can only blame his bad luck. How could he not lose when he competed with Li Chungang at the peak of the mountain? Later on, it was even worse. Gu Jiantang, who was still a nobody at that time, fought his way to the Bull Mound. Old Man Xuanyuan, who had only abandoned his sword for ten years, lost by one and a half moves. In the end, it was even more laughable. The old man simply abandoned his weapon. Seeing that Qi Xuanzhen was about to ascend to immortality, he recklessly came to Mount Longhu to compete with Qi Xuanzhen in terms of internal energy. At first, Qi Xuanzhen ignored him, but the old man kept pestering him and stayed on the mountain peak for half a year. He deserved it. However, the old man has lived a lifetime of bad luck. In the end, his sons and grandsons are all quite promising. His only two sons and grandsons are too bad. They don't have the slightest bit of immortal aura. They are arrogant and lack manners. They like to humiliate others and can't tolerate the mistakes of others. Their Yin and Yang are not compatible. No matter how high their kung fu is, they will have to obediently bow their heads when they meet a Perfected One of the orthodoxies.
"That old man Xuanyuan is indeed a man who knows how to enjoy his life. He doesn't know shame at all, and the longer he lives, the more backward he gets. When he has nothing to do, he would engage in Dual Cultivation with women who are young enough to be his granddaughter or great-granddaughter. Even a vicious tiger would not eat its own cubs. The old man, on the other hand, has ruined most of the outstanding women in his family. The good ones are kept as his exclusive property, and the slightly inferior ones are sent out to be married off. It's really a pity that the women of the Xuanyuan Family are born beautiful, but those aristocratic families who want to marry the Xuanyuan Family's women are happy instead of being angry.
I can't understand this. "The old Daoist who was manning the raft squatted down and drank some water. He suddenly looked up and found that his disciple had unknowingly peed at the head of the raft. The old Daoist's wrinkled face was bitter. He hurriedly spat out the sweet and clear stream water and scolded jokingly," You naughty disciple! "
The raft went straight down the Qinglong Stream, first converging into the Huishan Dragon King River and then the She River. The old Daoist looked up and saw a two-story ship going up the stream. He didn't need to think to know that it was someone from Xuanyuan's side. Only this family dared to come to Mount Longhu. A two-story ship was the limit of the Qinglong Stream. If it was bigger and higher, it would be stranded. Ordinary scholars and poets who wanted to explore secluded places could only borrow a small raft from the fishermen in the Dao District.
There were three ways to tour Mount Longhu, and they were all very particular. The doppelganger's mind wandered three ways, and the body wandered the most tiring. Although it was possible to climb the mountain and overlook the whole Ancestral Court, the midway view was only twenty to thirty percent. The mind wander was better. It could take a few cableways and the view could reach up to fifty to sixty percent. The mind wander was the best. First, one would take a raft around the green mountain, then climb up the steps of Yunjin Mountain, and then pass through the cableway cage hanging between the two main peaks to reach Mount Longhu. One could see the whole Dao Capital at a glance. Generally speaking, if one wanted to wander around Mount Longhu, without a strong family background, it was impossible to imagine. In these years, those who could enter the Taoist Master Mansion to drink tea and talk about Dao were mostly brought there by the rich Xuanyuan.
Mount Longhu and Xuanyuan had been neighbors for hundreds of years. It was said that a close neighbor was better than a distant relative. In the past, Xu Rentu trampled the good Jianghu into a foul atmosphere with his iron hooves. In the end, he didn't even let Mount Longhu go. Only the Xuanyuan family dared to come and help. This was a huge favor, so the Taoist Master Mansion naturally remembered it. No matter how much Zhao Xituan disliked the old guy Xuanyuan, he couldn't say anything.
Xu Longxiang, who looked yellow and thin, continued to lie on the bamboo raft to catch fish. He caught and released them again and again, and it was endless fun. The old Taoist Zhao Xituan looked up and saw a few young men and women standing at the bow of the boat. The woman recognized them. They were the treasure of the Xuanyuan family. Since young, she had been fond of slingshots. Her father, Xuanyuan Pihua, spoiled her very much. He used gold to make pills and gave it to his daughter. Every time she went hunting in the spring and autumn, she would always shoot out dozens of golden pills. She treated gold like dirt. When the children of River East heard that Xuanyuan Fairy was going out, they would follow her in large numbers. They would only wait for the golden pills to fall to the ground and snatch them. She never took them back.
The woman was slender. She was wearing a narrow sleeved robe and a white rhinoceros belt, which was no different from the men's attire. She was completely different from the wide and wide sleeves that aristocratic women nowadays liked. If she didn't wrap a silk ribbon around her forehead with a large quality pearl, which added a bit of femininity, coupled with her handsome appearance, she would be regarded as a handsome and luxurious child. She was dressed even more casually on Mount Huishan, which was like the "temporary residence" of the Xuanyuan family. Her clothes were even more casual.
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