(The first chapter. I stopped updating due to heatstroke because I couldn't update, not because I didn't want to. I thought my attitude was fine. So now that my soul has returned, I have to show my attitude. Let's see how many chapters I can update today, and see if I can make up for the missing chapters in the next two days.)
If Xu Longxiang was honest and stupid, he was the kind of idiot who didn't hurt people or animals, who loved to do things like watching ants moving house. If he was in a good mood, even if the servants secretly called him an idiot, the second son of the King of Beiliang would always smile in response. However, if he was in a bad mood, he would be unapproachable. Seeing the bamboo shoot back, the ferocious-looking Xu Longxiang didn't dodge. He just stretched out his claw and tried to crush the bamboo. Probably because he underestimated the speed of the bamboo arrow, Xu Longxiang wasn't able to hold it. The bamboo pierced through the gap between his five fingers and went straight to his face. Xu Longxiang wasn't shocked or scared, and he still let the bamboo hit his forehead like a sharp sword. On the contrary, the middle-aged Taoist in the yellow robe was shocked. He originally thought that this fool with the strength of dragon and elephant would dodge. Originally, the fight between children was just a quarrel. Regardless of his status or cultivation, he wouldn't interfere. However, the bamboo arrow shot by the second son of the Pillar of Beiliang was really ruthless. If he didn't make a move, he would end up paralyzed for life. Therefore, after landing on the bamboo raft, he couldn't help but increase the strength of his counterattack. It was inappropriate to fight with Xu Longxiang. If he hurt this child, it would be even more troublesome. Not to mention that behind Xu Longxiang was the King of Beiliang who almost wanted to "press down the head of the dragon and tiger" without permission, even Grandpa Xi Tuan in the Xiaoyao Taoist Temple who didn't make a move was not someone he could disobey. So what if he wore the yellow robe of the Taoist master residence? His father, Zhao Danxia, was already a Taoist minister and the leader of the world's orthodoxy. Didn't he still have to call Grandpa Xi Tuan uncle?
Unexpectedly, the middle-aged Daoist realized that he had worried too much!
When the powder scattered, Xu Longxiang's eyes were scarlet red, and the two strands of yellow hair at his temples, which were longer than normal people's, floated up. From the first day he came to Mount Longhu, he had been wearing his hair down, and now it was even more fluttering. His clothes were round and shriveled in an instant. When he inhaled, they swelled, and when he exhaled, they shrank. The stream near him coincided with Xu Longxiang's Qi, faintly forming an absurd scene of rising and falling tides. His breathing technique was originally the most basic breathing technique of Mount Longhu. Who would have thought that this Huang Man'er would take half a year to master it? But once he had mastered it, it would be so frightening?
"Father, this idiot's appearance is too horrifying. Could it be that he is the legendary Demon Venerable?" The young Daoist had regained most of his courage now that he had a backer. But when he saw the extraordinary phenomenon on Xu Longxiang's body and suffered twice in a row, he couldn't help but feel a little scared.
"Before Grandpa Xi Tuan went down the mountain, he said that this second son of the Great Pillar State who didn't open his acupoints was the reincarnation of Zhenwu Great Emperor. He wasn't Hong Xixiang who was born with one more acupoint than ordinary people. Between the two of them, who is the immortal and who is the devil, the fate of Mount Longhu and Mount Wudang for the next five hundred years is probably a gamble." The middle-aged Daoist carefully stared at Xu Longxiang who was bursting with murderous intent. He was just a little curious but not shocked. As the first "Huang Zi" nobleman of the Taoist Master's residence, Zhao Jingchen had seen too many things that ordinary people couldn't appreciate.
As for the words of Grandpa Xi Tuan, he actually didn't take it seriously. It was acceptable to tie the fate of a family to one person, but it was too childish to bet the fate of a country and a mountain on one person. As for his son Zhao Ningyun, who was naughty by nature but had great Spiritual Qi, Zhao Jingchen, who was nominally the first person of the "Jing" generation, was eighty to ninety percent satisfied with him. Therefore, he was willing to share some secrets. "Five hundred years of fortune and misfortune is too big to be taken seriously. It's already good to have fifty years. Moreover, is it true that Hong Xixiang of Mount Wudang and Xu Longxiang in front of us is the Demon-rinsing Primogenitor? According to the ancient records and calculations, Xuanwu Great Emperor hasn't been born in the world for a thousand and six hundred years. How could he coincidentally appear when Mount Longhu is suppressing Mount Wudang? "
Zhao Ningyun, who gradually came to his senses, chuckled and said, "If it's true, father, then we're doomed."
Zhao Jingchen laughed softly and said, "Doomed? My Taoist Master Mansion of Mount Longhu has produced sixty-four immortals in more than a thousand years. Can't we defeat Xuanwu Great Emperor?"
At the mention of this, even the frivolous Zhao Ningyun felt a sense of pride. These sixty-four immortals were not the strange legends recorded in the countryside. When the great Taoist Master ascended to immortality, the Taoist Master Mansion would record every detail in detail, including the mysteries of heaven, the geography, the relationships between people, whether they were riding on dragons, phoenixes, or rainbows. Everything would be recorded in order to ensure that not a single word was missing. There was no room for falsehood. If one were to talk about how illustrious a family was, even the emperors of the mortal world couldn't compare to the Zhao family of Mount Longhu. Zhao Jingchen didn't seem to make any movements, but the bamboo raft flowed downstream, as if she didn't intend to continue her confrontation with Xu Longxiang. She saw the yellow-haired child on the shore running wildly with the bamboo raft, kicking up pebbles with the tip of his feet, kicking them towards the bamboo raft. Zhao Jingchen stretched out a hand, sparkling and translucent like white jade, and gently pressed down, causing the pebbles to fall into the stream.
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