really!
I heard him report himself to the mountain gate.
Chen Yulou couldn't help but feel moved.
On the entire Taibai Peak, there is only one person in the entire Taibai Peak who meets the status of both Foundation Establishment Realm and Sword Cultivator, Chunyang Gong Zhaohu.
And.
From the time he activated the weather machine in the cave to entering the water to retrieve something, it only took a short moment.
Zhaohu Zhenren came to Baxiantai from Aoshan Peak. It is conceivable that his Taoism may be infinitely higher than imagined.
Take a deep breath.
Chen Yulou restrained his emotions.
He then glanced at the people beside him and smiled.
"Everyone, don't be stunned, follow me to see the real person."
Originally, he planned to pass the Baxiantai.
He went down the mountain to Chunyang Palace.
Unexpectedly, Master Zhaohu came first.
That’s fine too.
Save them an extra trip.
But after all, he is a senior Taoist cultivator, so he should still have the proper etiquette.
“Okay.”
Partridge Whistle nodded.
At this moment, across the pines, cypresses, and green leaves and bamboos, he had already seen the figure of the Taoist standing with his hands tied and a long sword on his back, plus the word "zhaohu". What didn't he understand?
As for Yang Fang and the old foreigner.
Still immersed in the Taixuan Ancient Sutra, unable to extricate myself.
Suddenly I heard that loud sound, coming from far and near, from the bottom of the mountain to the Baxiantai in a blink of an eye.
The two couldn't help but look at each other.
“Gone.”
Chen Yulou shook his head and smiled.
When he walked past, he gently patted Yang Fang on the shoulder.
The latter just woke up from a dream, scratched the back of his head, said oh, and followed.
Waiting to get out of the pine forest.
He just saw a figure appearing on the mountain.
Old Taoist Mingya stood beside the man with a respectful expression and was whispering something.
As for Kunlun.
He is carrying a backpack along with him.
Yang Fang was a little confused about the situation and winked at him.
However, I haven’t waited for a reply yet.
Then he saw Shopkeeper Chen in front of him folding his hands and speaking loudly to the uninvited Taoist.
"Chen Yulou, Xiangyin, has met Zhaohu Zhenren."
Immediately, Yang Kuaishou followed suit and saluted.
"Junior Partridge Whistle, I have met my senior."
Seeing this, even if Yang Fang was more ignorant, he could still react.
Zhaohu Zhenren? !
Isn’t he one of the high cultivators on the mountain that Old Taoist Mingya mentioned before in the Sansheng Temple?
If I remember correctly.
It seems to be Chunyang Palace?
Thinking of this, Yang Fang felt a chill in his heart. He immediately put away his distracting thoughts, honestly lowered his hands, and stood behind Chen Yulou with the old foreigner.
The person in front of me is Lu Zu’s personal descendant.
Putting him in the secular world, he is truly a swordsman-like figure.
If it hadn’t been for following up the mountain this time.
How can I see such a Taoist master on weekdays?
“You’re welcome, fellow Taoists.”
Master Zhaohu shook his head repeatedly and stretched out his hand to give him a weak hand.
My eyes swept over the two of them.
Looking at the Partridge Whistle Qi Machine, the divine light is internally refined, and the breath is long, it is clear that he has just entered the Taoist foundation.
This level of cultivation, even if placed on Taibai Mountain, is still among the top few.
Besides him, a pair of hands can count them all.
However, the ability to remove the visions of heaven and earth and the true form of the Dharma on the Immortal Platform was definitely not something that just a foundation-building monk could accomplish.
It is like the mighty power of heaven descending.
The atmosphere envelopes the entire Zhongnan Mountain.
So much so that he was awakened even while he was meditating.
Standing on the top of Aoshan Mountain and looking out in all directions, I felt that the whole mountain was in turmoil.
As for the old foreigner standing behind him, it was even more impossible.
Zhaohu Zhenren could tell at a glance that he was in the Qi Refining Realm.
Then there is only one possibility left.
Chen Yulou!
You can get a glimpse of it by looking at how many people are standing.
Regardless of the Partridge Whistle or the few people left, it was clear that he was vaguely the leader.
His eyes fell on Chen Yulou.
Although he is wearing a Taoist robe and a Taoist bun, just standing there gives people a sense that Taoism is natural and unfathomable.
Zhaohu asked himself, even if he tried his best, he would never be able to stir up the whole world of Zhongnan Mountain with his own strength.
So...
What kind of realm is this fellow Daoist Chen?
Golden elixir or spiritual infant?
It doesn’t matter if he can’t understand his realm. Zhao Hu repeatedly observed and observed, but he couldn’t even figure out his origin and inheritance.
Beyond that, what shocked him the most.
It is the invisible sword intent around Chen Yulou.
Before there was a mountaintop, his sword was trembling and making a roaring sound, as if it was about to break the scabbard at any time and fly out on its own.
At this moment, we are only a few feet away from Chen Yulou.
The sword behind his back beat at an even more astonishing speed.
Zhaohu Zhenren had a vague feeling that he couldn't suppress.
Hu——
After activating his consciousness and finally calming him down, Zhaohu took a deep breath and bowed.
"Dare you ask fellow Daoist Chen, are you a sword cultivator?"
Hearing this.
Chen Yulou couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
On a mountaineering trip, I have seen the twists and turns of the hermits in the mountains, Taoist Mingya, and the real person Guiyuan. Suddenly I met such a straight-to-the-point real person, but I was a little uncomfortable.
but.
This is consistent with his identity as a sword cultivator.
And Taoist Guiyuan’s description of him.
Swordsmen and warriors must of course be outspoken and straightforward. It is really a headache to have to beat around the bush about one sentence.
“I have indeed practiced swordsmanship.”
Chen Yulou didn't hide it either.
What kind of people do you talk to?
When he asked, he responded naturally.
“To be honest, Master Zhaohu, Chen had already paid a visit to Master Gui Yuanlao before at the foot of the mountain. He originally planned to go to Chunyang Palace to meet him after climbing to the top.”
“It’s just that Unexpectedly, the real person came first.”
"Oh, meet a poor man?"
Zhaohu was startled, this answer was a bit beyond his expectation.
After all, the whole mountain knows that he is famous for his irritable and cold personality.
Always keep away from strangers.
Firstly, I can’t imitate the tact and sophistication of Master Zhang from Doumu Palace, and secondly, I can’t imitate the tireless and leisurely attitude of Master Guiyuan.
On weekdays, the palace gate is also closed.
Meditate and practice swordplay on your own.
He never showed up at any of the Luotian Dajiao or Taoist ceremonies.
As time went by, except for the old man who made the medicine and could say a few words to him, everyone else had a headache when they saw him and wanted to take a detour.
Someone really went up the mountain.
It seems that he will not make a special trip to visit him.
Zhaohu still knows himself quite well.
At this moment, doubts were written directly on his face.
"I heard that Zhenren is a direct descendant of the Sword Immortal Sect. When Chen went to Kuanglu Mountain half a year ago, he went to the Immortal Cave and received Lu Zu's favor, and his swordsmanship was just a small success."
"Now. After passing Zhongnan Mountain, I naturally came to visit Lu Zu’s Taoist Temple.”
I saw a puzzled look on his face.
Chen Yulou explained warmly.
"Lu Zu's favor?"
Hearing this, Zhaohu felt his heart tremble.
Don’t say these words randomly.
It has been more than a thousand years since Lu Zu became an immortal and it has been more than a thousand years since the Sword Immortal Sect was established. It has been passed down to his generation, which is already the twenty-seventh generation.
It’s just that Chunyang swordsmanship is inherited from immortals after all.
Compared with Jianghu swordsmanship such as Huashan sword, I don’t know how many times it is better.
It is also difficult to practice.
When he went up the mountain, there were at least a dozen of his fellow disciples, but in the end, he was the only one who stayed, became accomplished in swordsmanship, and practiced cultivation.
As the previous generation gradually passed away.
Chunyang Palace is now in a state of depression. If he hadn't been afraid that the inheritance of the Sword Immortal Sect would be cut off in his generation, he would have gone down the mountain several times and finally found two seeds with some talent in sword cultivation.
With his character, it is best to practice alone.
The most important thing is.
In all his years in the mountains, he had never heard of Lu Zu's legacy in other places.
Could it be that... Lu Zu came to this world?
Thinking of this, Zhaohu's eyes couldn't help but light up, and he looked at Chen Yulou with a bit of expectation.
“Yes.”
Chen Yulou nodded.
At the same time, he turned his palm, and the next moment... a palm-sized stone with a maroon red color, clear texture, and rich patterns appeared in his hand.
Zhaohu Zhenren did not notice how it appeared.
But the moment I saw the stone.
His eyes suddenly lit up.
Even his breathing became rapid.
"Wait, sword intention..."
"Is this the Lu Zu Jie Jian Stone?!"
It looks like an ordinary colored stone, but it reveals a majestic and sharp sword. meaning.
It is almost identical to the Pure Yang Sword Intention he cultivated.
Zhaohu still doesn’t understand.
This was clearly the stone that Lu Zu used to polish his natal Pure Yang Sword, which only existed in rumors.
It is said that it was originally just an ordinary mountain stream stone.
Because of wiping and polishing Lu Zu’s sword.
Over time, it actually breeds spiritual meaning and contains endless sword energy.
This object is recorded in the biography of Lu Zu, but more than a thousand years have passed and it has been passed down by more than 20 generations of the Sword Immortal Sect, and no one has ever seen it.
"That's it!"
Jian Zhaohu said it in one sentence.
Even if it was Chen Yulou, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
You must know that no one in the group of climbers recognized him except himself.
He was also aware of the majestic sword energy in the Jiejian Stone.
And the traces left by sharpening the sword in the colorful pattern.
This is confirmed.
"Kuanglu Mountain, Immortal Cave?"
Zhaohu stared at the Fangjie Sword Stone, still a little in disbelief.
“It shouldn’t be.”
"Since I started practicing Buddhism, I have followed Lu Zu's footsteps and traveled all over the world. I have also been to the Immortal Cave and Pindao. Why... I can't find it?"
"Maybe Chen Good luck."
Seeing him muttering to himself in astonishment, Chen Yulou was startled for a moment, then shrugged.
This is indeed true.
That day, they were just bored in Wuku Temple, thinking that Lushan Mountain was also famous for its mountains and rivers, so they took advantage of their free time to walk around and relax.
Even he didn't expect it.
You will find it among a pile of rocks.
"Can... let Pindao take a look?"
Zhao Hu looked at it for a long time, but still couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart.
Lü Zu’s relics are right in front of you. If you can’t get your hands on them and take a look, you will probably regret them for the rest of your life.
only.
Although the Jie Jian Stone was left by Lu Zu, it now belongs to someone else.
Even though he is a descendant of the Sword Immortal Sect, the current headmaster of Chunyang Palace cannot bully others and directly reach out to ask for it.
“Of course.”
“Thank you.”
Feeling that Master Zhaohu was secretly relieved, Chen Yulou couldn't help but be surprised. No wonder people say that this Master has a clear mind, and now it seems that this is indeed the case.
If it were someone else.
Asking is easy.
I am afraid that Lu Zu and the Sword Immortal Sect have been moved out long ago, and they will be killed directly.
"You are too polite. Lu Zu's relics should have been returned to Chunyang Palace."
Taking a few steps forward, Chen Yulou stretched out his hand.
But Zhaohu Zhenren, who had been looking forward to it just a moment ago, suddenly turned serious.
Even almost stepped back.
"Fellow Daoist Chen, the Taoist sect pays attention to an opportunity. Since you have found it, it belongs to you. I have no intention of snatching it away by force."
"This..."< br>
See him with a serious look on his face.
Chen Yulou's impression of him has improved again.
"Okay, just listen to Zhenren, just take a look, no other intention."
Hearing this, Zhaohu Zhenren breathed a sigh of relief.
He seems to be casual, but in fact he is the most proud. He is just a sword-solving stone, and he will not be reduced to the point of fighting for it.
Even if he didn't, he could still practice Chunyang swordsmanship to an unprecedented level.
“Thank you Daoyou Chen.”
After bowing, Zhaohu carefully took the Fangjie Sword Stone.
Just got it.
He then noticed an extremely familiar sword intent coming towards him.
As a result, the long sword behind him began to clang again, whistling like a dragon's roar, as if it would break out of its sheath at any time.
“That’s it.”
“What a pure Pure Yang Sword Intent.”
Holding the Jie Jie Stone, Zhaohu Master closed his eyes slightly, and his mind sank into it. A small square of stone, but the sword energy contained in it is like the sea.
It illuminated the heart of his sword with clarity.
Couldn't help but sigh.
However, relying on foreign objects was not what he wanted after all. After just a brief induction, Zhaohu forced his way out of the sword energy wave of the Jiejian Stone.
Then he held the Jiejian Stone with both hands and returned it to Chen Yulou.
"I am very satisfied to be able to see the relics of my ancestor. Thank you so much, Fellow Daoist Chen."
Listen to his every word, the sincerity in his words.
Chen Yulou, who was used to seeing the darkness of the world and the sinister hearts of people, was a little stunned for a moment.
He asked himself that he was immersed in practice, and the same was true for Partridge Whistle.
But compared to Zhaohu Zhenren.
He just realized that he still didn't care about purity.
Putting away the sword-solving stone, Chen Yulou was a little touched when he looked at the man in front of him who looked slovenly and casual, but had the temperament of a swordsman.
In the calm inner lake, there is a strong tide.
"As early as when I was in Jianghu, I heard that Chunyang Palace's swordsmanship was unparalleled in the world. I wonder if Chen will have the opportunity to learn from a real person today?"
"I've had this intention for a long time!"< br>
Feeling the sword intent rising from his body without any wind.
Laughing loudly.
The sound was like thunder, rolling around on the Immortal Platform.
"However, this place is too narrow and cannot be used. How about following Pindao to Chunyang Palace?"
"It couldn't be better."
Chen Yulou How can I refuse.
His sword practice has been mostly done by himself. Now he finally meets the heir to the Sword Immortal Sect, the master of Chunyang Palace. If he doesn’t exchange ideas and ask for advice, I’m afraid he won’t be able to sleep well when he goes back tonight.
and.
Even if Zhaohu didn’t say anything, he would still ask to go down the mountain.
The terrain of Baxiantai is too steep, and the swordsmanship itself is too powerful. If the cliff is cut off, the rocks roll down, and the Taoist hermit in the mountain is accidentally injured, it will be a sin.
The two hit it off immediately.
There was almost no hesitation.
Master Zhaohu stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation, then stepped on the side of the cliff of Baxiantai and jumped down.
This scene not only frightened Master Mingya so much that his legs became weak and he almost sat down on the ground.
It’s the Kunlun trio.
They all looked incredible.
This stone wall and sea of clouds are at least tens of feet high, and even climbing up is as difficult as climbing to the sky.
Let alone jumping like this.
The Partridge Whistle quickly chased to the edge of the cliff and glanced over it.
But there was a vast sea of clouds and white mist below me, and it was really impossible to see very far.
When I was about to speak.
A loud sound suddenly came.
"The poor Taoist goes first, fellow Taoists can do what they want."
Hearing this.
Chen Yulou smiled faintly.
Looked at the Partridge Whistle and others.
"Taoist Master Mingya asked a few people to escort him down the mountain."
"Chen will go to Chunyang Palace for an appointment first."
While speaking.
He took one step forward, like an immortal, breaking through the mist and heading straight for Aoshan Mountain. (End of this chapter)