Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 760 Qingyang Palace, Su Qinian!
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The fifth day of October.

The autumn wind is slightly cold, and the Magpie Lake is already stained with frost.

On the island in the middle of the lake, the wind in the morning was slightly cold. In front of a clear pond, Su Qinian was fishing quietly.

If someone is here, they will find that there is not even a piece of gold or iron on the green bamboo fishing rod except for a line, not to mention a fishhook.

Looking at the mirror-like water surface in front of him, Su Qinian saw that the source of time around him was rippling slightly, covering the entire pond water. In the pond water, tails of herrings, from roe to seedlings, to adults, were almost like a snap of his fingers. Change, breathing is a cycle.

With the gathering of luck from all directions, these days, Su Qinian's comprehension of the origin of time has been bursting with spiritual thoughts, and the sixth source of mystery is about to come out.

Hubei Road, Shiyan Prefecture.

Four hundred miles away is Wudang Mountain, in the Xiaoyao Valley.

At night, the lights in the thatched huts by the lake are gradually extinguished. There are young figures lying on simple wooden beds, looking at the cold moonlight outside the window. In his eyes, the light was shining brightly, as if burning a lamp that could not be extinguished.

Once, six years ago, a little Wudang fairy walked out of this Xiaoyao Valley. Recently, on the banks of the Three Realms River, he suppressed the eight young masters of the Yaozu, and was honored as the number one of the younger generation of the human race.

It is not terrible to be born in a humble background, what is terrible is to lose the heart of martial arts.

Even ants can ride on the dragon head. The more difficult the predicament is, the more likely it is to give birth to an immortal legend.

In Xiaoyao Valley, there is a bamboo building that looks a little cold. The bamboo building is very elegant. It even has the image of Taoist Emperor Zhenwu carved on the bamboo body, accompanied by a dragon and turtle. There is a thick layer of patina accumulated on the body, crystal clear and translucent, more magnificent than precious jade.

Midday on the moon.

The lights in the bamboo building have not been extinguished, and there is an eternal lamp in front of the door. The sesame oil used for sacrifices is added with agarwood powder that has been buried in the ground for hundreds of years. .

At this time, outside the bamboo building, at the entrance leading to the Xiaoyao Valley, two figures appeared, a young Taoist priest of the Qing Dynasty who was on duty at the foot of Wudang Mountain today, and a young Taoist who looked dusty and was approaching his sixtieth year, dressed in The old man in the dark blue martial robe followed closely behind.

The two came to the bamboo building one after the other, and the Taoist priest on duty nodded at the old man, then turned and left.

Squeak!

Before the old man could speak, the door of the bamboo building opened slowly, revealing the figure of a middle-aged Taoist priest holding a scroll, wearing a cyan silk Taoist robe, bearded, and dark complexion.

"Butler Lin!"

Taoist Jingdu frowned, it had been many years, he had almost forgotten the land where he was born and raised, and the old man in front of him still looked a bit like he remembered when he was young, even if the martial arts practitioner had a certain degree of You can live longer than ordinary people, but you can't erase the traces of time.

"Eldest son!"

When Steward Lin saw Taoist Jing Du, surprise appeared in his eyes, but it quickly turned into eagerness. But then, the old man hesitated for a moment, and didn't know how to say it when the words came to his lips.

Taoist Jingdu's eyes changed slightly, but he knew that person's temperament. Now that Steward Lin appeared in this Xiaoyao Valley, if it wasn't for life and death, it would definitely not be far behind.

"Butler Lin, but it's okay to say!"

Almost one step away, Taoist Jingdu appeared three feet in front of the old man.

Butler Lin was stunned at first, he was at such a fast speed, and he was also at the peak of the second-rate dragon and tiger realm, but he didn't see the slightest truth when the eldest son took this step. Far above him, Wudang's magical skills are truly well-deserved.

I just heard that the eldest son is still a deacon stationed in Wudang Xiaoyao Valley. In Wudang Mountain, once he is promoted to the first-class Hunyuan realm, he will become a guardian. That is to say, the eldest son is still only at the second-rate dragon and tiger realm.

With a second-rate dragon and tiger cultivation base, if he wants to resist the torrent of that side, even if he is a Wudang disciple, he may not be able to do so.

But thinking about the precarious family, Lin Steward couldn't care less, and said in a hoarse voice, "My lord, the Lin family is in danger of being destroyed within ten days."

what!
Taoist Jingdu was shocked. His lay surname was Lin, and he was born in Luzhou, Jiangxi Province. His family was a quasi-first-class martial arts family in Luzhou. In his early years, he devoted himself to Taoism and did not want to inherit the family business. He even broke up with his father and left the house. , searching for famous mountains everywhere, until later by chance, Ning Yunzi, the master of Zigai Peak in Wudang, was accepted as a disciple of Wudang. Later, after many changes, he also stayed in this Xiaoyao Valley.

In the blink of an eye, more than [-] years have passed, and he is too old to remember the color of the land in his hometown.

Originally, I thought that I would never have anything to do with that piece of land again in this life, but I didn't expect to get such news today.

"Is mother okay?"

Taoist Jingdu spoke, even though he tried his best to conceal it, his voice still trembled.

Old Butler Lin's eyes froze, Taoist Jingdu's face paled immediately, and he shouted, "Say it!"

Gritting his teeth, old steward Lin said, "Recently, Lushan sent an elder to our home and asked the Lin family to move out of their ancestral land, because a vein of copper mine controlled by the Lushan faction happened to extend below my Lin family's ancestral land, and there was copper essence. Jin Yinxian, the old lady said a few more words, and was hurt by that Elder Zhu's aura..."

"Bastard!"

A cold light flashed in Taoist Jingdu's eyes, the air became cold all over the place ten feet in all directions, and the clutter pervading in the weeds showed signs of freezing.

Soon, Taoist Jingdu showed his pensive expression again. The Lushan School is the largest martial arts sect in Luzhou. The masters who rank more than [-] on the god list have a great reputation among the great Han Yuanshen.

As for the copper ore veins, although copper is precious and can be used to forge broken-haired sharp blades and even low-rank Wuhen Baobing, what really makes the Lushan School excited is the pure gold of copper, which is enough to forge high-rank Wuhen Baobing, and even high-ranking Wuhen Baobing. The rare precious iron of the Spirit God Soldiers, if it is copper, gold and iron marrow, it is spiritual iron, but even if it is copper and fine gold, it is enough to make any top sect's heart move, even if it appears in this Shiyan Prefecture, Wudang will also be moved.

"go!"

Taking a deep breath, the Taoist priest said quietly, without any hesitation.

Old Steward Lin was overjoyed, but a little uneasy. He didn't know if Wudang's name could restrain the Lushan faction. After all, as far as he knew, the eldest son was just a deacon, and he was still guarding a place like Xiaoyao Valley where death row prisoners were suspended. , is obviously not seen in Wudang Mountains.

And as a great sect of the town, such as the deacons in Wudang Mountain, there are eight hundred if not one thousand, which is enough to deter ordinary first-class sects and aristocratic families, but if it is a top thousand-year-old sect like the Lushan School, it really has no confidence.

"and many more!"

Taoist Priest Jing Du who had just taken a step stopped again, which made Old Butler Lin's heart sink. Could it be that the eldest son didn't want to provoke the Lushan faction, so he changed his mind and didn't want to take this muddy water.

In fact, Old Steward Lin was also extremely anxious. If it wasn't for desperation, if it wasn't for the inheritance left by his ancestors, the master would never order himself to come to Shiyan Prefecture, Hubei Province. His understanding of the master really only involves himself, even if he dies, he will not lower his face and ask this eldest son.

I only hate being too decisive back then.

Afterwards, Old Butler Lin saw Taoist Jing Du turned around, and walked into the bamboo building without any hesitation or nostalgia.

This……

The old butler trembled all over, and even his heart trembled. He felt a little sad. Did the vigorous but indifferent young man really not miss any old love now?

The old man still clearly remembered that before he walked out of Lin's house, the old lady coughed up blood and wanted to send him outside the gate. He could see that the earnest look in the old lady's eyes had been accumulated for more than [-] years and had not been revealed. Suppressed thoughts for a long time.

When a person is about to die, what face can't be erased, what emotion needs to be suppressed, and there are always some regrets that need to be made up at this time...

It's just that old housekeeper Lin never imagined that he traveled thousands of miles at night and rushed to this Wudang Mountain, and what he got in return was such a resolute back.

Shaking his head, the old man was about to turn around and leave, but he saw a figure in front of him. The Jingdu Taoist priest who had walked into the bamboo building appeared in front of him again, and handed over an engraved book that exuded the fragrance of ink.

This is……

The old housekeeper Lin took the book handed over by Taoist Jingdu, and he was puzzled when he saw the words "Book of Rites" written on the scorched yellow paper. He didn't know what Taoist Jingdu was doing at this time significance.

Then, I saw Taoist Jingdu showing a serious look, and said in a deep voice: "Steward Lin, I will go to Jiangxi Road first, and you take this book and make a detour to Hailing Prefecture, Jianghuai Road, and find someone for me. Give this book to him, and ask him to go to Jiangxi Road to help."

Hailing Prefecture, Jianghuai Road?

Old butler Lin was overjoyed at first when he heard the words. The Eldest Young Master is indeed not a person who has forgotten his roots, but he soon showed hesitation. With the status of the Eldest Young Master, what kind of famous martial arts masters can he know? You must know that the other party is It is a top sect, the Lushan School that has been passed down for thousands of years, even the ordinary first-class Primordial Realm, most of them will not pay attention to it, maybe only the existence of the Dao Primordial Spirit can make it afraid, but is that possible?
Old Butler Lin shook his head inwardly, but still looked at Taoist Jingdu, and said seriously: "Don't worry, Eldest Young Master, I will definitely bring it. I don't know which master Eldest Young Master wants me to find."

At this time, Taoist priest Jingdu let out a breath, his eyes were a little distant, and he didn't speak until after a few breaths, and said lightly: "Qingyang Palace, Su Qinian!" Biggest support!)
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