Qi Xianxia was a serious Taoist Longhu, but when he arrived at Mount Wudang and stayed there for a long time, he was also greatly harmed by Hong Xixiang. He was either dragged to repair the temple or chopped firewood and burned charcoal to build a bamboo house. During this period, it was inevitable that he would bump into several generations of Taoists of Wudang. At first, the Taoist children of Wudang's younger generation did not have a good expression on their faces. Later on, when they saw this Taoist from Mount Longhu, although he always had a straight face as if they owed him tens of thousands of strings of coins, his heart was not bad. In addition, the young Martial Granduncle who was also the chief treated him with respect. Furthermore, when the Taoist children heard that this fellow's swordsmanship was on par with their Sixth Martial Granduncle's, the bolder ones plucked up the courage to ask him about the Flying Sword Dharma. Qi Xianxia was also generous and did not have any prejudice against his family background. He answered all questions. In the end, a large group of Taoist children who admired the Sword Immortal's elegance and the Jianghu's reputation followed behind him and chattered non-stop. The remote bamboo house that Qi Xianxia lived in also became a lot livelier. Unlike Mount Longhu which had countless golden rules and jade rules, Mount Wudang did not pay much attention to them. Qi Xianxia originally thought that he would be very uncomfortable. Unexpectedly, not to mention those mischievous and naive Taoist children, even a few of his Senior Brothers who rode bulls, Chen Zhao, Song Zhiming, Yu Xingrui, and the others, had indifferent interactions with him.
Unknowingly, Qi Xianxia lost some of his original intention to compete with the bull riders. He calmed his mind and practiced swordsmanship on Mount Wudang.
Occasionally, he would go to the Taixu Temple on the main peak to admire the sunrise and sunset. Looking into the distance, the seventy-two peaks in the four directions were like lotus petals protecting the main peak. Together, they presented a posture of worship. Every time he finished his breathing exercises and retracted his gaze, Qi Xianxia could not help but look at the celestial sword that was left behind by Ancestor Lu. It hung under the eaves of the Great Geng. Qi Xianxia had a lot of respect for Ancestor Lu, who had not appeared in the world for five hundred years. Otherwise, he would not have wholeheartedly practiced swordsmanship and pursued the ultimate sword technique of taking the head of an enemy from a thousand miles away. In Daoism, there were two types of swordsmanship. Since ancient times, Daoist swordsmanship was respected. Simply put, Daoist swordsmanship cut off the seven emotions and six desires, while Daoist swordsmanship cut off demons and evils. The former was beneficial for cultivation and had no harm, while the latter was unavoidably tainted by karma. There was once a Heavenly Master of Mount Longhu who had encountered a rare heavenly tribulation because of this and almost died on the spot. If not for Mount Longhu's prompt decision to sacrifice a few Dragon Pool Lotus of Fortune as the price, the consequences would be unimaginable. Mount Longhu did not have any objections and regrets when Qi Xianxia walked the path of Daoist swordsmanship.
Today was the birthday of Yujing God Zhenwu the Great Emperor. There was an endless stream of pilgrims who went up the mountain to burn incense. Speaking of which, it was strange. Ever since the person who rode the bull took over as the chief, although there were no immortal deeds like the previous chief, Wang Zhonglou, who could break a river with one finger, and this person with the surname Hong did not even leave the mountain once, the incense on Mount Wudang was getting more and more prosperous. Qi Xianxia often listened to his fellow disciple Bai Yu talk about fate and knew a thing or two about it. He observed the clouds and the clouds at the main peak. It should be known that Wudang was located in the northwest of the continent, and the fate of the world had always flowed from the west to the east, like a rolling river flowing to the sea. However, in this period of time, even Qi Xianxia, who was a layman, could vaguely see the sea of clouds surging and gathering outside the seventy-two peaks. It was just that he did not know when it would accumulate and erupt. Fortunately, Qi Xianxia was never willing to worry unnecessarily. Whether or not Xuanwu would rise, whether or not Longhu would prosper, who was the real Taoist Ancestral Court, who was bestowed with the title of King by the imperial court, none of these were important to him. Qi Xianxia's heart suddenly jumped and his eyes widened. He raised his head and looked at the celestial sword that had not been unsheathed for a full five hundred years.
This ancient sword that had been silent for half a thousand years after Lu Zu ascended to immortality was actually trembling like a dragon.
The sea of clouds on the seventy-two peaks boiled and finally, like seventy-two white dragons swimming towards the main peak.
Hundreds of yellow cranes soared and circled.
The vast number of pilgrims who flocked to the mountain for the birthday of Zhenwu the Great Emperor raised their heads almost at the same time to see this strange phenomenon. No one knew who shouted that Zhenwu the Great Emperor had appeared, but tens of thousands of fearful pilgrims knelt on the ground together. If you told the ordinary people in the world about the saints' scriptures, mysterious morals, and profound Buddhism, it would not be of much use to them. They usually liked and feared things that were shallow and obvious, just like the ordinary people who saw the swords, spears, and sticks in the hands of the ruffians, or the embroidered patchwork clothes and palanquins of the officials. Therefore, Buddhism had the Eighteen Hells, which scared people and made them tremble in fear. Taoism had all kinds of Zhenren and Immortals to save the world and help the people. These things were often disdained by the scholars and masters, but to the ordinary people in the streets and alleys, it was the most frightening thing. After the death of the Big Dipper Lord, Zhenwu the Great Emperor took charge of Wudang and issued edicts to the north. In its heyday, countless pilgrims from the south would come to Wudang to burn incense and pray for blessings. Now, Wudang's reputation was waning, but most of the people in the north still believed in it. Especially with the sea of clouds rolling overhead and the yellow cranes crying together, who would not worship it as if it were a god?
Chen Yao, who was looking for an ancient book in the sutra tower, staggered to the window and opened it with trembling lips and tears running down his face. "Senior Brother Wang, Little Brother has succeeded!"
Song Zhiming, who was refining pills in the mountains, did not care about the pills that were regarded as immortal objects by ordinary people. He fell to his knees and kowtowed. "Wudang's thirty-sixth disciple, Song Zhiming, welcomes the founder!"
Yu Xingrui, who had found a disciple who was in seclusion in the East Sea, was sitting on a cushion and teaching the disciple the Neigong heart sutra. He clapped his hands and laughed until tears came out of his eyes. He said excitedly, "Li Yufu, your Uncle-Master is finally coming down the mountain!"
Seventy-two peaks faced the summit and twenty-four streams flowed. Among them, the longest waterfall was lifted and straightened as if it was assisted by the gods. It led to the adjacent Little Lotus Peak where only a young Taoist practiced the Way of the Heavens. The waterfall was like a white chain across the sky. When the tens of thousands of pilgrims saw this scene, they felt as if they were in a fairyland. It was even quieter. The huge Wudang Mountain was so quiet that you could almost hear a pin drop. Who was the one who built the bridge? Qi Xianxia saw the ancient sword fly out of the Taixu Temple with its scabbard. It followed the sword and flew along the water bridge hanging between the two peaks to Little Lotus Peak. He saw the person riding the ox and leaning against the Tortoise Camel Tablet. He muttered to himself, "Today is the day to interpret the lot. It's best to go to Jiangnan."
The immortal ancient sword flew around the young chief, as if it was reuniting with an old friend. It was happy and excited.
Qi Xianxia, who was excited, shouted, "Hong Xixiang, who are you?! Why is Ancestor Lu's sword connected to you?! "
The young Martial Granduncle on the ox turned a deaf ear. He was in a daze. He pinched his fingers and calculated again. After a long time, he exhaled and smiled at Qi Xianxia. He slowly got up and stroked the ancient sword that was suspended in the air. He touched it with his finger and the three-foot sword was as clear as water. The scabbard separated and he said softly, "You go to Jiangnan, you go to Longhu. I'll be there soon. "
The scabbard went to Longhu Mountain and the sword flew towards Jiangnan.
The ancient sword went down the mountain first.
Hong Xixiang, who was wearing a plain Taoist robe, patted the dust off. He rode a huge yellow crane and looked towards Jiangnan.
Jiangnan is good. It's best if it's a Red Coat.
Qi Xianxia looked up at the yellow crane and said in shock, "Ancestor Lu?!"
Qi XianXia was originally shocked to the extreme, but when he saw the yellow crane return, the guy who was no longer riding an ox hastily jumped off. He smiled awkwardly and said, "Let's go greet the senior martial brothers first before leaving the mountain. Oh right, Brother Qi, I'll have to trouble you to take care of the Taoist children's studies. "
Even the inflexible Qi Xianxia couldn't help but want to swear. What kind of immortal is this?!
The newly appointed headmaster, who had never walked out of the Black Tortoise Dang Xing memorial archway when he was young, was scolded by His Highness as a coward. He finally had the guts to go down the mountain. It was a natural wonder. The Taoist rode the yellow crane into the distance.
The yellow crane shuttled through the clouds and flew past the northwest city of Fish Dragon Pass. It was majestic. The pass locked the Yin border and the defense line was continuous. It was one of the chokepoints of the Empire's North Desert. Some soldiers climbed up the city and looked into the distance. Who was the first to see the yellow crane? There seemed to be another person sitting on the back of the crane? There was someone? There really was one person! This news immediately spread like wildfire. The soldiers at the border all rushed to the commanding heights of the city wall. Sure enough, they saw an immortal who looked like a Daoist riding a crane to the east. The impregnable pass in the northwest immediately exploded. When the yellow crane whistled over their heads, everyone looked up blankly. They didn't dare to say anything for fear of disturbing the celestial who was free and unfettered in the sky.
In the prosperous Central Plains, there was a Yellow Crane Tower standing on the banks of the Great River. Its wings and horns were rugged and heroic. There was once an immortal poet who left a famous poem that was handed down from generation to generation. It was said that five hundred years ago, Lu Dongxuan from Guanxi cultivated for two hundred years and finally became an immortal. He swore that if there was injustice in the world, he wouldn't be willing to ascend to the Heaven. He traveled leisurely in the mortal world with poetry, swords, and wine. He once rode a crane past this tower, causing purple clouds to rise from the east. There were more than three hundred famous poems from different dynasties and generations on the walls of the tower. Today, a grand poetry gathering was held upstairs. The scholars of the Central Plains were in the mood for wine and poetry. Suddenly, they heard that a magical yellow crane flew from the west to the east. They all came to the corridor to watch. When they got closer, they suddenly realized that there was an immortal sitting on the crane. The immortal's style was not inferior to Lu Dongxuan's in the past! The scholars and poets looked at each other in disbelief. Was there really an immortal on land in the world?
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