The diners at the tables near the windows all looked over and were shocked. It was actually the rarely seen elite Imperial Palace Guards that were moving out, and looking at their posture, it wasn't just a few dozen cavalry. The Imperial Palace Guards had always been the guards of the important areas of the capital, and their battle prowess could be said to be unrivalled. For a moment, the streets were heavily guarded, and there seemed to be no end to the cavalry. Not long after, they occupied the entire main road of the capital. Moreover, every single Imperial Palace Guard had their swords drawn and bows drawn. The generals leading them were even the most powerful and influential military generals in the capital. Apart from the armored soldiers, there were also countless Imperial Palace Guards accompanying them, as if they were facing a great enemy. Today's display was terrifyingly grand. Even the Son of Heaven might not be as grand as this when he went on an inspection tour. A few people with discerning eyes could see a trace of heavy wariness, and this made people feel even more chilled. Could it be that there was someone in the world who dared to act rashly in the capital? How many bear hearts and leopard guts did they have to eat, and how many lives did they have to have to be able to do this?
The layman only watched the show, and only the true experts could see the knack of it. Apart from the close to a thousand Imperial Palace Guards and the Imperial Palace Guards that had almost turned out in full force, there were also dozens of top-notch Imperial Palace Qi Practitioners that held their breaths.
The woman sighed and said, "Let's go back."
The young Daoist nodded and asked gently, "Where do you want to go?"
The woman smiled and said, "To Mount Wudang, the place where we first met. If I don't go, I'm afraid my body won't be able to take it."
The young Daoist asked, "Ride a crane out of the city? Or a carriage? "
The woman's childish nature came over, and she blinked and said, "If we ride a carriage, will it cause trouble for you?"
The Daoist shook his head and said softly, "It won't."
The woman hesitated for a moment, and then slowly stood up.
The young Daoist's face reddened, and he took the initiative to extend his hand.
The woman took it.
They walked out of the restaurant together, and when the Daoist with a sword on his back appeared on the street, those top-notch Qi Practitioners all took a step back. Even the Imperial Palace Guards that were known for their valiance and fearlessness didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
The young Daoist gently carried the woman onto the carriage, and then turned the horse towards the city gate, ignoring the armored soldiers on the street. He held the whip in one hand and the woman's cold hand in the other, and said calmly, "Make way.
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The young Daoist said indifferently, "I don't know your rules. As for your laws, no matter how great they are, they are not as great as the sword behind my back. "
There was a young soldier beside the middle-aged general who spoke. He held a silver spear in his hand and was about to charge forward when the general reached out to stop him.
The woman said gently, "Let's go."
The Daoist priest's expression immediately softened. He nodded and held her hand tightly.
Almost all the horses on the street knelt down in an instant. People and horses were thrown off their feet. Chaos ensued. There were no rules to speak of.
On this day, Wudang's Hong Xixiang and Xu Zhihu left the city, no one dared to stop them.
On this day, the world learned that the woman who loved to wear red was called Xu Zhihu.
Wudang's Little Lotus Peak.
Clouds and mist swirled around.
Chen Zhao, Song Zhiming, and Yu Xingrui, the three most senior Taoist priests of Wudang, stood shoulder to shoulder in the distance, leaving the mountain peak to the couple. The three old men looked at each other in dismay. There was pride, regret, and regret. All sorts of feelings welled up in their hearts.
Aside from the three young Sect Leader's Shixiong, there was only Li Yufu, an 'outsider' who had just joined Wudang.
Yesterday, the Sect Leader went up the mountain and told them something. It could be said to be the most unimaginable feat in Jianghu's five hundred years of history.
No matter how reluctant they were, Chen Yao and the other Shixiong did not want to stop them.
The young Daoist priest and the woman in red sat shoulder to shoulder at the bottom of the Tortoise Camel Tablet. She swung her legs. She did not know what he wanted to do. She only looked at the seventy-two peaks in the sea of clouds and said sadly, "Bull rider, I might not be able to grow old with you."
That year, when he was fourteen, the two of them met for the first time.
After they met in Jiangnan, she knew that she would not live long. But when she rode the Yellow Crane, she felt that she had no more regrets in this life.
He took her to travel all over the world.
Seeing that he did not move, she wrinkled her nose and turned her head. She knocked on his head and asked, "What, are you still foolishly waiting to find me in your next life? Are you stupid? Aren't you tired? "
The young Daoist priest thought about it and shook his head.
Her eyes suddenly turned red. She bit her lip and asked, "Are you going to wait for me?"
The young Sect Leader who rode the bull rubbed the woman's cheeks and wiped away her tears. His eyes were warm as he said, "If I asked you to wait for me for three hundred years, would you be willing to wait?"
She said without hesitation, "You waited for me for seven hundred years. If I wait for you for three hundred years, of course I can."
The young Daoist priest, who had only held her hand after meeting again, gathered his courage and gently hugged her. He smiled and said, "Okay."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered, "You really are a coward."
He asked, "Are you really not going to see the Great General and His Royal Highness?"
She smiled and shook her head. "No, I'm afraid they will be sad. I'm afraid they will cry. "
The young Daoist priest took a deep breath. When the woman snuggled in his arms, the so-called Sword of Ancestor Lu that was placed horizontally on the edge of the Tortoise Camel Tablet was unsheathed. It shot up into the sky, as if it would not stop until it reached the Heavenly Court.
The clouds in the Ninth Heaven rolled down.
The entire Mount Wudang was covered in purple Qi.
He said loudly, "I was Lu Dongxuan five hundred years ago. I was Qi Xuanzhen of Mount Longhu fifty years ago. Now, I am Hong Xixiang of Mount Wudang. I have cultivated for seven hundred years."
"I swear that I am willing to cultivate for another three hundred years for the righteous path of Heaven and Earth!"
"I only hope that Heaven and Earth will open a path for Xu Zhihu to ascend!"
The young Daoist priest's voice was like a great bell that resounded between Heaven and Earth.
"I beg Xu Zhihu to ascend on a crane!"
Yellow cranes cried in unison.
A red-clothed man rode a crane into Heaven's Gate.
The young Daoist priest who was the reincarnation of Ancestor Lu sat down cross-legged. He looked at the falling sword that was destined to kill him and closed his eyes with a smile.
Chen Yao and the others could not bear to watch anymore. Tears flowed down their faces.
There was a rainbow behind the sword that was born above the young Daoist priest's head. It spanned across the big and small Lotus Peaks and was incomparably gorgeous.
A thousand years of cultivation, only hoping to meet again.
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