boom!
Chen Yulou holds a sword and falls from the sky.
The sword energy on the long sword is like a waterfall, with cold light splashing everywhere, like a black cloud pressing over the top, carrying a force that can destroy the city. Where the sword energy is enveloped, there is a thick layer of snow on the entire snow flat. Being blown up in all directions.
Underneath.
Zhaohu Zhenren is in the posture of an old ape carrying a mountain, holding the long sword tightly with both hands, as if holding a big bow, shaped like a full moon, with rolling thunder patterns on the sword, isolating the dragon scales.
It’s just...
Feeling the increasingly terrifying momentum above my head.
Even though he reacted very quickly, it felt like the weight of Mount Tai at this moment. His feet sank deeply into the snow, digging into the rocky ground.
Between two long swords.
The cold light intersects, and the sword energy fights.
There are dragons roaring and thunder thundering.
Invisible momentum rose out of thin air outside the two of them, and a snowstorm seemed to have broken out on the entire snow flat.
That is to say, the lower part of Chunyang Palace is remote.
Off the beaten path.
Otherwise, such a big movement right now would have alarmed countless people.
But even so.
At this moment, there are still several pairs of eyes in the mountain, staring here.
The east side of Aoshan Mountain.
A strange peak stands among the mountains. The top of the peak is high into the sky, leaning against the sky and the earth. It is unique in the sky. There is also a stone pillar rising into the sky. Between the stone pillar and the cliff, a Qiongtai Lotus can be faintly seen. palace.
This is Dingxin Peak, known as the first peak at the northern foot of Taibai Mountain.
That Qiongtai Taoist Palace is Doumu Palace.
According to legend, this place is where the Xiantian Dou Mu came to practice Taoism.
The palace is built on the mountain.
It is said that there is a cave at the foot of the mountain, which is difficult for ordinary people to find. There is a spring in the cave, a hanging waterfall, a hundred-step stone ladder hanging among the clouds and mist, the sun is shining, the moon is shining, and the tides and stars are fighting.
Xiantian Doumu climbed to the sky from the stone ladder and cultivated the true method.
now.
On Dingxin Peak, an old Taoist wearing a jade crown and purple robe looked at Aoshan Peak from a distance with his hands behind his back.
He looks to be sixty or seventy years old.
His long gray hair was tied into a bun. The cold wind blew by, causing the purple robe on his body to rise slightly, giving him an air of immortality.
Suddenly it was Zhang Xingsu, the Great Master.
However, although his surname is Zhang and he is also called Zhenren Zhang, he has nothing to do with Longhu Mountain.
Zhang Xingsu went up the mountain when he was young.
He worshiped the real person as his teacher in Doumu Palace and practiced Taoism.
For the first thirty years, it remained unknown.
Until the fall of the capital that year, Lafayette took Emperor Guangxu to Chang'an for refuge. There was a severe drought. The land inside and outside Guanzhong was thousands of miles away, and almost all the lakes in the mountains, large and small, dried up and bottomed out.
then.
Emperor Guangxu issued an edict and sent people to Zhongnan Mountain to find Taoists and open a platform to pray for rain.
At that time, several Taoists accepted the decree, but no one succeeded.
Finally, he came out of seclusion. After hearing about this, Zhang Xingsu resolutely accepted the imperial edict.
A Taoist platform was built on Taibai Mountain.
The Luotian Dajiao was set up.
In the end, heavy rain and sweet rain fell from the sky, relieving the severe drought in Guanzhong.
Because of this incident, the emperor was overjoyed and thought he was blessed. He gave Zhang Xingsu a jade crown and purple robe, and was granted the title of Taoist Master. At the same time, there were hundreds of Taoist temples on Zhongnan Mountain, headed by Doumu Palace.
For a time, the name of Zhenren Zhang spread all over the world.
Everyone says he is a Taoist immortal.
Only then was he able to mobilize the wind and clouds, summon the thunder god of his headquarters, and command the wind lord and rain master to call for wind and rain.
Although this happened decades ago.
The Qing court has also been dead for many years.
But after all, he is a real person who has been awarded by the imperial court and appointed by the emperor. Zhang Xingsu is still very famous in Guanzhong and has taught all the Taoism in Zhongnan Mountain for many years.
It is the county Taoist Association.
It is also based on his leadership.
“The inspiration is so chaotic.”
“What is that guy Zhaohu doing?”
At this moment, Zhang Zhenren’s eyes swept across the sky, as if he could pierce through the clouds. , seen among the trees in Aoshan Mountain.
The world suddenly changes.
How could he not feel it?
Although Zhaohu has always criticized him and felt that he had a false reputation, he just took advantage of the right time and place. He was lucky enough to cause a rain to fall, and then he sat on the false reputation for decades.
But in fact, Zhang Xingsu still has real abilities.
As a direct descendant of the Longmen Sect of Quanzhen Taoism.
Although the Longmen sect has been famous for its inner alchemy since ancient times, in fact, the people in this sect have always focused on cultivating both internal and external aspects and refining both life and life.
Summoning immortals and edicting gods is just ordinary.
The Quanzhen Tao Luotian Dajiao is no worse than Longhu Mountain.
What's more, he is one of the few real people on the mountain who has touched the threshold of the golden elixir.
Looking at the level of strength alone, he is indeed not as good as Zhao Hu, but when it comes to alchemy, even a hundred Zhao Hu is no match for him.
It’s just that he didn’t want to argue with Zhaohu.
Do you really think that Zhang Xingsu is just made of clay?
"Wait, this sword intention..."
Observed for a moment.
I thought Zhaohu was practicing swordsmanship in seclusion.
But suddenly, a wisp of sword intent that was obviously different from the Chunyang Sect soared into the sky, and Zhang Xingsu couldn't help but frown.
"Sharp and outstanding... the meaning is like a dragon."
"When did another great sword cultivator appear on Zhongnan Mountain?"
Zhang Xingsu has been in seclusion during this period, until just now Suddenly there was a storm over Zhongnan Mountain, and his idea suddenly changed, and he suddenly broke out of his trance.
Walking all the way from Doumu Cave to Dingxin Peak.
Scan around.
I realized that the inspiration came from Aoshan Mountain.
On weekdays, although he and Zhaohu don't get along very well, and they don't talk much about each other when they meet, they are both practicing in Zhongnan Mountain after all.
Zhang Xingsu still knows the Sword Immortal Sect very well.
Right now, the sword intent on the other side of Aoshan is soaring into the sky.
It is clearly one white and one black.
"Could it be that there are sword cultivators from outside the mountain coming to attack the mountain?"
As soon as the thought came to his mind, Zhang Xingsu frowned even deeper.
If so.
In case something happens.
How will it end then?
As soon as he waved his Taoist robe, he stood up and went down the mountain. No matter what, Zhang Xingsu was still a member of the Taoist Association, and all areas of the Zhongnan Mountains, regardless of whether they were Confucian, Buddhist or Taoist, were under his jurisdiction.
Make up your mind.
Zhang Xingsu walked along the stone stairs on the cliff, as if walking through the clouds and mist. In just a moment, he appeared outside Doumu Palace.
Originally, I wanted to give a warning to my disciples.
I didn’t expect that.
On the stone stairs going up the mountain, there was suddenly a burst of footsteps.
From far to near.
It was also accompanied by a burst of heavy breathing.
Soon, a little Taoist boy who looked to be only five or six years old crossed the stone steps and trotted up.
Wearing the most common black robe.
It seems somewhat familiar.
Before Zhang Xingsu could remember his name, he saw the little Taoist boy bowing with a serious look on his face.
“I have met Master Zhang.”
“My master asked me to come and tell Master Zhang that nothing happened over there in Aoshan. He is a high-ranking cultivator from outside the mountain. He went up the mountain to look for photos. Master Hu competes in swordsmanship.”
“Let Master Zhang not worry.”
The little boy suppressed his breathing and said timidly.
"Which disciple are you from?"
Hearing this, Zhang Xingsu couldn't help but nodded, and he thought about going down the mountain, and then asked curiously.
"Yaowang Temple."
"Taoist boy under the disciple of Zhenren Guiyuan."
As the little Taoist boy was talking, another little head popped out from under the stone steps. It was a little Taoist boy of similar age to him. Seeing him looking over, he immediately shrank back.
See this.
How could Zhang Xingsu not understand?
"Have you met the old master before, that high cultivator from outside the mountain?"
"Yes, I chatted with the master for a while before, and then..." The little Taoist boy tilted his head and thought. Thinking, as if recalling the old master's instructions, "Zhaohu came up to him, and the two of them went to Chunyang Palace."
"Okay, Pindao knows."
Zhang Xingsu nodded, "Oh, by the way, say hello to your old master for me."
"Just say Pindao. I will visit you in a few days.”
“Yes, Mr. Zhang”
Xiao Daotong took the words to heart.
"Okay, let's go, the mountain road is slippery, you two be careful."
Zhang Xingsu waved his sleeves, and the little Taoist boy was immediately relieved, but he did not forget to salute, and then he called his companions and walked along Run quickly along the mountain road.
Until the two little guys walked away. He then retracted his gaze and looked in the direction of Aoshan Mountain. He hesitated for a moment and finally gave up on climbing the mountain.
Just let that guy Zhao Hu go away with his headache.
Let's learn from each other.
As long as it’s not about attacking the mountain.
The two little Taoist boys left Doumu Palace, but they were not in a hurry to return to Yaowang Temple. Instead, they went to Laojun Temple, Jade Emperor Temple, Iron Armor Temple, and several caves along the way.
Bring the master's words to each other separately.
Buzz!
Waiting to leave from Yuzhen Cave.
The two little guys were very tired.
Qing Xu silently counted the time, not knowing where his master was at the moment, and was hesitating whether to tell his companions to go back to the Three Saints Palace first.
Suddenly.
The sea of clouds surges in the mountains.
The wind roared between heaven and earth.
Birds flew up all over the mountain, and unknown little beasts emerged from everywhere.
“What’s going on?”
Seeing this bizarre scene, the two couldn’t help but look at each other.
They have been in the mountains for several years, but have never seen anything like this.
"Could it be... Aoshan Mountain?"
Looking at the direction in which the birds were flying away, Qingxu thought thoughtfully. They seemed to be disturbed by something, and the opposite direction happened to be Aoshan Mountain.
Two little guys climbed up a big bluestone with difficulty.
Looking towards Aoshan Mountain in the distance.
A huge blank appeared in the middle of the originally floating sea of clouds, which looked like... it was cut off by something in the sky.
Although the two little guys are not very old.
But what I saw along the way was a real person’s message, which I would never have imagined at this moment.
"Is it caused by the swordsmanship of the two great masters?"
Buzz——
The moment when the thought almost occurred.
On the snowy plain of Ao Mountain Peak.
Chen Yulou slashed out the dragon scale sword in his hand, and the majestic sword energy he accumulated instantly tore open the void in front of him, and slashed straight towards Zhaohu Zhenren.
"Qi and Hunyuan."
Feeling the earth-shattering sword energy.
Zhaohu Zhenren, who had already exchanged dozens of moves and knew the horror of swordsmanship, could not hide the shock on his face at this moment.
but.
The vibration was suppressed instantly.
Chen Yulou obviously planned to decide the outcome with one move.
If you are distracted at this moment, you will definitely not be able to continue.
Take a deep breath.
Master Zhaohu shouted loudly.
Hands are in the position of hugging the moon.
A whole body of spiritual energy is activated.
The ancient sword of Ben Lei hangs in front of him, with lightning flashing on the sword.
"Zhou Chu...kill the dragon!"
An idea appeared in a pair of hands, and he slowly grasped the hilt of the sword. No wind began to rise around Zhaohu Zhenren, making his Taoist robes rustle.
The cold light on the sword reflected his expression, which was more solemn and solemn than ever before.
Word by sentence.
Spit out slowly.
The moment the word Jiao fell, all the sword power accumulated on the Thunder Sword was cut down without reservation.
Boom——
Two sword auras, one black and one white.
Almost instant contact.
Like the center of an explosion, the aftermath spread out in all directions.
Chen Yulou felt his blood surge all over his body. He took a deep breath and suppressed it forcefully. The wind and waves swept by the sword energy passed through his body, and the snow on the snow flat was swept away in an instant.
Weed melt.
The ancient pines and strong bamboos on the outside fell in pieces like ears of rice.
"Pfft——"
Zhaohu's body shook one after another, and he took a few steps back. Finally, without taking a breath, his face turned pale, and he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood.
Splashed on the snow.
Snow white and scarlet show a strong contrast.
The figure in the distance, even though it was in the center of the storm, remained motionless.
See this.
Zhaohu Zhenren couldn't help but reveal a hint of bitterness on his face.
Slowly withdrawing the Ben Lei Ancient Sword from mid-air in front of him, he took a deep look, his brows filled with complexity.
He asked himself that he had mastered Chunyang Swordsmanship to an unprecedented level.
Beyond the master, even the ancestors of several generations.
But we still lost in today’s competition.
Until the sword power around him was gone, Zhaohu put the ancient sword back into its sheath and put it behind his back.
Looking around, Daxueping has completely changed from before. The ground is covered with sand and gravel, and the gaps plowed by the sword energy are as dense as spider webs.
One can imagine.
That last sword strike just now was so terrifying.
"Fellow Daoist Chen..."
"Pindao lost!"
After exhaling, Master Zhaohu bowed his head and said seriously.
"No, no, no."
Hear this.
Chen Yulou waved his hands repeatedly.
A flash of apology flashed in his eyes.
The agreed-upon sparring was supposed to end at the end of the day, but finally I met a great swordsman, and for a while, my mind sank into it.
Otherwise, it should have ended with the previous sword strike.
"Don't move, real person. Chen is proficient in pharmacology and medical skills..."
"Hahaha, fellow Taoist Chen said something harsh, it's just that his breath is floating. Just meditate for a while."
Seeing his worried look, Master Zhaohu couldn't help but shake his head and smile.
Hear the words.
Chen Yulou couldn't help but be silent for a while.
Zhaohu Zhenren’s golden elixir realm, this injury is really nothing to him.
It’s just that I really can’t get over this hurdle in my heart.
"Then Master...please meditate and adjust your breath first, and I will protect the formation for you."
"No need to."
Master Zhaohu waved his hand, "It's time for your companions to go up the mountain. Why don't you go back to the temple and drink hot tea first, and let me understand it carefully."
"... That's fine."
Seeing that his expression has returned to normal.
Even a bit of surprise.
Chen Yulou suddenly understood that for him, opportunities for such competition were few and far between.
It is of great benefit to the advancement of swordsmanship.
If you can get a little enlightenment from it.
Being injured is nothing compared to this.
While talking.
Zhaohu couldn't wait to walk down the mountain. Along the way, he didn't forget to murmur something in a low voice. When he got up, his eyes twinkled and he danced.
And refers to the sword.
Gesturing in the void in front of him.
Looking behind him, Chen Yulou looked helpless.
He finally understood why Master Zhaohu could not get along with the Taoist on the mountain. This kind of pure character was not unfamiliar to him, on the contrary, he was very familiar with it.
Partridge Whistle is like this.
He even suspected that if he hadn't been there, Zhao Hu's character would have started to demonstrate swordsmanship directly on the snowy plain.
Wait all the way through the mountains and forests.
Enter Chunyang Palace from the backyard.
His two disciples immediately came up to him.
"Master, the Taoists and laymen are already in the teahouse..."
"Okay, I understand."
Before the two of them finished speaking, they were interrupted by Zhaohu Zhenren.
"You two entertain all the seniors well. As teachers, we need to retreat immediately."
Speaking of this.
He seemed to have just reacted.
Turning around and looking at Chen Yulou.
"Fellow Daoist Chen, I'm really sorry that Pindao didn't provide good hospitality. Please stay a little longer until Pindao comes out of seclusion. Then we can compete again?" (End of Chapter)
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