On the Little Lotus Peak, Song Zhiming discovered that his Second Martial Brother Chen Yao, Fourth Martial Brother Yu Xingrui, and Fifth Martial Brother Wang Xiaoping, who were in charge of the Dao of Virtue and Purity, had all gathered behind him. Together with his Junior Martial Brother Hong Xixiang, they looked in the direction of the Hanging Immortal Coffin. They saw a man riding an ox madly galloping towards the Tortoise Camel Tablet. With a single leap, he stood on top of the tablet, his ten fingers moving in a daze. Although his Junior Martial Brother was unable to remember his own age, his attainments in the art of divination were profound. He was thoroughly familiar with the Four Classics of the Book of Changes, and had mastered them through a comprehensive study. In the field of divination, he was far superior to his Senior Martial Brothers of the same generation. Even the Headmaster of the previous generation, who had divined that the Black Tortoise would prosper for five hundred years, admitted his inferiority.
Sweat seeped out of Hong Xixiang's forehead as he fell onto the tablet.
The group of senior apprentice-brothers also became nervous. Yu Xingrui stood under the Tortoise Camel Tablet and carefully asked, "Is there a change?"
Hong Xixiang wiped his sweat and smiled evilly, "There's no mistake about it. It's just that this thunderstorm is smaller than I expected. It's not enough to scare those sneaky people from Mount Longhu. "
Yu Xingrui and the others felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from their shoulders. They looked at each other and smiled. Their eldest brother had cultivated the Great Yellow Court and had already spread the word. Their arch-rival, Mount Longhu, naturally wanted to send people over to investigate. They hoped that Wudang Sect was just putting on a show of strength out of desperation, and that their eldest brother had quietly come out of seclusion. The people from Mount Longhu, who had been hiding on Mount Longhu since a long time ago, probably did not think much of it. They thought that Wudang Sect's so-called cultivation of the Great Yellow Court was just a publicity stunt. Their youngest brother was so angry that he purposely picked a day like today. It was Wudang Sect's Zhenwu Demon Subduing Day, which happened once every few decades.
The Da Huang Ting Pass, in short, was the formation of the Da Huang Ting Pass in the hut. The Tortoise drew Qi to the spiritual root, and the Qi dynamic resonated with the heaven and earth. Daoist priests were called Zhenren, from the ancient saying in the Da Huang Ting Sutra, "Immortals and Daoist priests are not gods, they accumulate energy and Qi and believe it to be true". Only after cultivating the Da Huang Ting Pass could one be considered a Zhenren. Nowadays, people liked to call any Daoist priest a Zhenren whenever they saw one. Buddhism and Taoism had been fighting for hundreds of years, but there was one thing that was extremely common, and that was that Buddhism and Taoism came from the world. They cultivated the ways of the world, and did not advocate the level of martial arts. Therefore, when Qi Xuanzhu, who was widely recognized as having boundless supernatural powers, appeared in Longhu Mountain back then, his reputation was like the sun in the sky, but he only subdued demons and exorcised devils, and did not compete with Wang Xianzhi for fame. A few years ago, Wang Zhonglou broke the Canglan Sea with one finger, and was listed as one of the top ten masters by busybodies. Longhu Mountain despised and spurned him, and said a lot of unpleasant things in public and semi-public. Even the immature little Taoist children in Longhu Mountain were reciting a song about the Wudang Sect Leader.
In this regard, Wang Zhonglou did not argue or argue, and did not say anything. After breaking the river and saving the people who fell into the water, he went up the mountain to cultivate the Yellow Courtyard.
Yu Xingrui smiled and asked, "Little Junior Brother, how much of the Yellow Courtyard can His Royal Highness achieve?"
Hong Xixiang sighed and said, "About fifty to sixty percent."
Yu Xingrui said in shock, "Then doesn't this child's internal energy surpass Wudang's?"
Hong Xixiang shook his head and said, "That still needs a long time to digest."
Chen Yao said helplessly, "These days, Wudang has spent a lot of effort to expand Hsu Fengnian's meridians and acupoints, wasting countless medicinal pills. It's like digging a deep pool in his body, and the Sect Leader Senior Brother's internal energy is like the waterfall of the Hanging Immortal Peak, rushing down, full to the point of overflowing, absorbing half of it is already a great fortune. This is also good, Big Senior Brother can still leave half of the Yellow Courtyard. "
Hong Xixiang still shook his head, "Not necessarily."
Chen Yao was puzzled, "What do you mean?"
Hong Xixiang revealed a secret that the Sect Leader Wang Zhonglou told him before he went into seclusion, "Back then, Sect Leader Senior Brother cultivated according to the acupoints of His Royal Highness, so no matter how much of His Royal Highness can accept in the end, Big Senior Brother's Yellow Courtyard will only disperse, not a drop will be left."
Yu Xingrui's face was pale, he muttered, "What should we do, what should we do."
Chen Yao smiled bitterly, "Why bother Sect Leader Senior Brother, no matter how weak our Wudang is, we don't have to be so afraid of that great pillar country."
Wang Xiaoping looked at the sky, turned around and left.
Hong Xixiang did not even turn his head, he only said softly, "Little Senior Brother Wang, don't go to the Yellow Courtyard Peak to find trouble with the Daoists of Mount Longhu, it will ruin your pure heart of the sword. If you don't kill people who don't deserve to be killed, once an exception is made, the Shentu sword will be entangled by the inner demon, overshadowing the Xianji sword will, in this life, Little Senior Brother Wang will gradually drift away from the path of the sword, the harder you work, the further you will drift away. "
Wang Xiaoping paused for a moment, it was only a slight pause, then his heart was free of worries, he still carried the Shentu sword on his back and left.
In the Elephant Washing Pool, His Royal Highness, who had pierced into the deep pool to pick pebbles to use as chess pieces, slowly bent down and groped around at the bottom of the pool, except that his speed was slightly slower than walking on land, other than that there was nothing unusual. The pool was a thousand feet deep, it was even colder than the bottom of the lake in the Prince's Mansion. Hsu Fengnian thought that he had only learned how to swim, he did not know that this strange Breath Holding was the same as the Daoist's Return to the Origin Breath. Not to mention that Hsu Fengnian's internal energy was still thin, he still found the right path, the difference was huge. From afar, a mountain man could not compare to a mountain climber, but after climbing a mountain and not finding the path, he could not compare to a person who found the path. As for the thousands of paths up the mountain, which path to take and which step to reach, it all depended on fate, opportunity, and personal hard work.
Hsu Fengnian picked up a dozen or so smooth pebbles, he was not in a hurry to float to the surface of the water. Looking at the scenery at the bottom of the pool was also very interesting, otherwise His Royal Highness would not often go to the bottom of the lake to visit the white-haired Old Man. It's just that the pool was deep and serene, the scenery he could see when he looked up or down was blurry.
Hsu Fengnian did not know about the thunder and lightning on the summit of Mount Wudang, he only felt that the waterfall's power had increased a bit, the bottom of the pool was getting colder and more unbearable.
Walking to the edge of the huge rock rooted at the bottom of the pool, Hsu Fengnian carried his spoils of war and sprinted to the surface of the lake.
Above the Elephant Washing Pool, a white waterfall poured down like a vase of Guanyin.
Wudang's Sect Leader Wang Zhonglou flew to the huge rock, bent his knees and sat down, looking at the bottom of the pool, he smiled slightly.
Closing his eyes.
Gently exhaling, gently inhaling.
The mist on the surface of the water rose and diffused.
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