Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 1234 Master help!

At the foot of Wudang Mountain, in the pavilion in front of Jiejian Stone.

The few outer courtyard disciples on duty looked helplessly at the group of young people standing guard in front of the pavilion. Some came alone, while others came in brocade clothes and jade robes, escorted by elders or guards all the way. , It's freezing cold, under the eaves of this pavilion, there is already a slick ice edge hanging like a knife, and these people still don't give up in the days when their breath turns into ice.

While distressed, several disciples from the outer court could not help showing arrogance. With the five kingdoms of the human race sweeping the world, they became Wudang Qingyang Peak Masters, completely transcending the destiny of all heavens, and were recognized as the number one master in the world, Guangming Dragon The names of the emperor and the second emperor, even among the people, are well known, whether it is from the mouth of the butcher in the market, or the tea shop next to the official road, or the restaurant, theater, or even the bathhouse in the small town of the county. Here, people often cannot do without the words Wudang, Qingyang Peak, and Renhuang between their mouths and mouths.

This also made martial arts popular. Even some scholarly families and local aristocrats began to abandon the road of imperial examinations and turned to the famous mountains and rivers, and the martial arts schools, not to mention Wudang. Since the twelfth lunar month, In just ten days, there are more than a thousand school-age teenagers who have come here one after another to get started, and there is no shortage of talented and talented people.

However, based on many considerations, Taoist Ning did not agree, so the scene in front of him appeared. Even if he said that he would not open the mountain gate for the time being, there were still more than a hundred young people who insisted on staying at the foot of the mountain. Caller.

isn't it?Right now, Wudang is faintly regarded as the Holy Land of the Five Kingdoms of the Human Clan. A vision born to the extreme.

On Qingyang Peak.

Different from the other seventy-two peaks in Wudang, there is no snow here, the trees are shady, the old medicines are overgrown, all kinds of exotic flowers are blooming, the flying springs and waterfalls, the cranes are singing, like a pure land isolated from the world, warm wind Yingying is like a spring in March.

The backyard of Qingyang Palace.

Fatty Qingye leaned on the stone table with half of his body tilted, watching Su Qinian wielding his hoe to eradicate the weeds in the half acre of land in the courtyard, while old man Xuan Xi was holding his trouser legs and weeding the green and crystal green plants. According to the old man who is now promoted to a master craftsman, the vegetables after the winter snow are the sweetest, and if you eat too much wild game, you can change your mouth by growing some vegetables yourself.

Not far away, in front of another stone table, Mrs. Su was grinding ink. Su Wangsheng spread out a piece of soft, yellowed old paper. The tip of the snow-white brush was dipped in ink. He turned it gently, lifted it up, and dropped it again. Jump off the paper.

"It's so peaceful!"

Qingye couldn't help sighing, this kind of leisurely life was never imagined before, but the cultivation base did not fall, but the Dao enlightenment was faster, he had some understanding of the truth here, but when he saw the waving Su Qinian with the hoe couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth. Who would have thought that the Guangming Dragon Emperor, the second emperor, who is now recognized as the strongest man in the world, is now cultivating vegetables in the soil like a farmer. Coarse cloth white robe, where there is a bit of a master's temperament.

Well, the real powerhouses have all returned to their basics, and they don't show themselves to the outside world, Qingye muttered in his heart, feeling bored, got up and went to drink with Qingyu.

The days passed day by day, and it was the end of the twelfth lunar month in a blink of an eye.

Compared with Wudang Mountain in previous years, this year's New Year is more serious. Apart from going deep into the world and sweeping away the remnants of the demon clan, most of the Wudang disciples who have no time to return come back before the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.

The twenty-ninth lunar month.

Behind Qingyang Palace, old man Xuan Xi put down the ladle in his hand and stood in a daze in the field. When he came back to his senses, the last piece of frozen soil in the field had been turned soft, and a hoe was leaning on the courtyard wall, and Su Qinian had disappeared.

……

Dayuan, Tianying Road, Chunyang Prefecture.

On the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, the city of Guyang, the capital of the state, has already been decorated with lanterns and festoons, and the annual market is very lively. Recently, the curfew has been lifted, and there are more merchants coming and going out of the city to visit relatives. With free hands, in just a month or so, many monsters and monster clans hidden in deep mountains, old forests, and desolate valleys were almost wiped out.

Of course, as the main city of a state and where the state capital is located, Guyang City has always been very peaceful. More importantly, Tianying Ridge, eighty miles outside the city, is the seat of the Tianying Sect of Zhenguo. Grasping the fate of the heavens, commanding the heavens with force, and being the master of the Yuan Dynasty, the status is respected. The disciples of Tianying teach one side to walk, kill demons and demons, keep one side peaceful, and be praised by the four quarters.

Tianying Ridge.

This is a steep and straight mountain range, like a divine sword hanging upside down, soaring into the sky, it can be more than a thousand feet high, even if it is tens of miles away, you can feel a vast and torrential momentum rushing towards your face.

Entering the mountain pass, the eyes of the eight Heavenly Eagle Sect disciples guarding the mountain gate were as sharp as eagle eyes. They picked up the oilcloths on the carriage with their swords in their hands, and then let them go after careful inspection. They were responsible for transporting the supplies for the New Year. He breathed a sigh of relief, his back was sticky and already drenched with sweat. Even though he had passed year after year, he still couldn't help but feel hairy in the face of these Tianying Sect disciples. The spirit was far from comparable to those of the small sects.

After a while, after hearing the sound of horseshoes going away, the eight Sky Eagle Sect disciples looked at each other, their sharp eyes narrowed.

"The New Year's Eve is coming. I, Skyhawk Sect, founded the teaching. This is the [-]th year."

"Hundred years ago, Patriarch Tianying grasped the destiny and became a master. At that time, Grandmaster Master had just proved the primordial spirit."

"Yes, in the blink of an eye, the uncle of the master ascended to the position of the top of Chunyang, and his destiny is hopeful. The uncle of the second master finally broke through the shackles in the battle before the Yaoshen Mountain, survived ten times of thunder, and stepped into the realm of trueness. , is only one step away, and now ranks fifth on my list of Dayuan Yuanshen."

"It's just that the uncle of the third master is trapped in the pure yang desperation, and he hasn't come out yet..."

Having said that, the eight Skyhawk Sect disciples fell silent. The Pure Yang Jedi is on the bank of Tianying Ridge. It is one of the five great life Jedi of the human race. On the other hand, Yuanshen Chunyang, otherwise it is impossible to escape death. Generally speaking, unless there is no hope, no one will choose to walk into such a dead place.

But back then, Hu Lunhai, the uncle of the third master, who had just realized Yuanshen for the first time, walked in. This kind of courage shocked many Tianying disciples, and some people were puzzled. There are only a lot of sighs left.

"You guys are so courageous to talk about your elders!"

Suddenly, someone snorted coldly, like a thunderbolt, which exploded in the ears of the eight Skyhawk disciples. The eight of them were shocked and turned around. At some time, a slender but slightly immature figure came from the mountain gate. get out.

This is a young boy, who looks not very old, but looks like seven or eight years old, with red lips and white teeth, and a delicate appearance. The only difference from ordinary children is that his eyes are sharp, revealing a kind of maturity and arrogance. What's more, he was wearing a dragon robe, and there was a terrifying majesty on his body, which oppressed the eight Sky Eagle Sect disciples who had already conceived the true energy of the inner family, and almost dared not look directly at them.

"Little Master Uncle!"

The eight Skyhawk disciples hurriedly saluted, especially the one who mentioned Hulunhai showed a look of panic. Since that accident, this one was rescued by the ancestor of Skyhawk with great supernatural powers. Changed his body, although his cultivation base is not retreating but advancing, but because of this, he stops in front of the Yuanshen realm, no matter how difficult it is to advance, especially in recent years, his temperament has become more perverted and elusive. Many disciples have suffered, but Due to his status, he often dares to be angry and dare not speak out.

"Little master uncle, please calm down. This disciple is only worried about the safety of third master uncle, so I don't dare to have the heart to make unreasonable remarks."

The boy raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "How dare you question me!"

The expression of the disciple who spoke changed drastically, and he said, "How dare you..."

Before he finished speaking, the young man waved his sleeve robe, and a ray of unstoppable Hunyuan Zhenqi came towards him. The terrifying force of heaven and earth made him stagnate, and he couldn't say a word anymore. Even unable to move, the expressions of the other seven disciples also changed drastically. Although the strength of this blow would not kill them, it would definitely not make them feel better.

"You still haven't improved at all."

Just when the Tianying Sect disciple who was imprisoned by the power of heaven and earth was frightened and uneasy, there was a voice, calm and indifferent, but it seemed that there was a yang and pure breeze blowing. , are like Yangchun Baixue, disappearing in smoke.

The disciples of the Sky Eagle Sect were startled, and when they turned their eyes, they saw a figure in a rough white robe in front of the mountain gate, a young man with a calm temperament and a somewhat ordinary appearance, but for some reason, Several Heavenly Eagle Sect disciples sensed that this young man who appeared suddenly had an aura that made them feel at ease, and unconsciously, their trembling hearts were soothed.

Who is this?

Several Sky Eagle Sect disciples looked at each other in blank dismay, knowing without thinking that the blow from that little master uncle just now was deflected by this one. Contrary to the rumors, there are quite a few young masters like this in their Dayuan territory, but they can still be so calm and composed in front of their Tianying Sect mountain gate, it seems that they are familiar with the little master uncle and are not afraid, there must be a lot of background, They have some guesses, but they don't really make a move. With their cultivation and eyesight, they can't be sure which one of them it is.

"you you!"

However, contrary to the expectations of the eight Skyhawk disciples, the little master uncle who had always been perverse and changed his temperament suddenly seemed a little stuttering at this moment. His eyes were no longer sharp and arrogant, nor were they angry or dissatisfied. ……fear.

Yes, it is fear!
The thought of several Tianying disciples has been unbelievable all their lives. With this person's status, there are very few people in the world who can scare them. , let alone a young master who should be his peers, or even a generation later.

pedal!pedal!pedal!
Immediately, this little master-uncle staggered back even more, his eyes became more frightened, he fixed his eyes on the figure in the coarse white robe, and then hissed, "Master, help!"

(End of this chapter)