All Heavens Start with Lu Xiaofeng

Chapter 437

Wudang was a sacred place of Taoism in the former dynasty, and it stabilized the Longhu Mountain. After the establishment of the Liyang Dynasty, it raised the dragon and the tiger to suppress Wudang, which made Longhushan the ancestral home of Taoism.

Although Wudang Mountain has been silent for hundreds of years, no one dares to underestimate the thousand-year history of this mountain.

Although the current head teacher Wang Chonglou does not occupy the top ten masters, but it is said that an immortal guide broke the entire raging Canglan River back then.

Whether it's rumors or exaggerations, he is a highly respected old Taoist god after all, especially when he cultivates the most obscure and time-consuming Dahuang Tingguan in Taoism, it makes the whole Wudang Mountain have a long-lasting style that is better than sound.

Since Wudang is in Beiliang territory, it is natural to have a good relationship with Beiliang Palace.

No, His Royal Highness Xu Fengnian came to Wudang Mountain to practice martial arts and swords.

For this notorious son of Beiliang, I am afraid that apart from a few people such as the young master and uncle, there are not many people in Wudang who really like him.

His Royal Highness is not alone, he also brought a man and a woman with him.The man was dressed in black and was very handsome.The woman's white dress fluttered like a mountain elf.

It is said that they are Murong Tonghuang and his younger sister Murong Wuzhu who have "one-handed armor-breaking three thousand riders".

These two postures are too outstanding, and Murong Tonghuang is now even catching up with Deng Tai'a and Cao Guanzi's reputation, attracting a lot of attention along the way.

But compared to Murong Wuzhu, it seems to be worse.

Wudang Mountain is almost a paradise, isolated from the hustle and bustle of the world, even though he knew about Murong Tonghuang's existence, he didn't feel that powerful.

Most of the little Taoist priests on this mountain have never seen the world, when did they see Murong Wuzhu so beautiful, they were all fascinated by it, they even forgot to meditate.

Fortunately, this Murong girl seldom shows up in Wudang Mountain, otherwise, many little Taoist boys would have their hearts drawn.

"Uncle Grand Master, why are there so many lantern riddles, wine orders and poems in this book? If one person came up with it, how knowledgeable would that person be? It can almost be compared with Uncle Grand Master."

Behind the archway of "Xuanwu Beware", squatted a few naughty Taoist children from nearby Taoist temples.And surrounded by these Taoist boys in the center is a young Taoist priest with an elegant appearance.

Although the Taoist priest is not very old, his seniority is ridiculously high. He is the younger brother who teaches Wang Chonglou. Except for a few people, the rest of the disciples have to call him "Master Uncle" and "Master Uncle" when they see him.

The young Taoist priest had a good reputation on the mountain and was approachable. Sometimes he would tell some love stories from books, and a few sweeping boys nearby would sneak out even if they were being whipped by the master with a board.

At this time, the person who asked the question was a little Taoist boy who had only entered Wudang for less than two years, with red lips and white teeth, very aura.In his knowledge, Shi Shuzu is the most learned person.

"Nonsense, the person who wrote this book is not as knowledgeable as my uncle and uncle."

A little Taoist priest who entered the mountain a little earlier hit a chestnut with a serious expression on his face.The young Taoist boy who had been taught a lesson held his head and dared not refute.

The young Taoist priest rubbed the head of the youngest Taoist priest, and smiled warmly: "If the writer of the book debates the principles of Taoism with me, I guess he can't justify it. But these love affairs, love love, I am far behind. Just like the one on the mountain a few days ago, there are few people in this world who can compare to him in terms of killing, this is why there is a specialization in the arts."

"Uncle Grand Master, the head teacher can break the river with one finger, do you think the head teacher can beat anyone on the mountain." The little Taoist boy who was reprimanded asked again.

The rest of the Taoist boys also looked over, their eyes glowing, obviously caring about the answer.

"I guess it can't be beaten."

The young Taoist touched his chin and looked in the direction of Baixiangchi.

All the Taoist boys suddenly showed disappointment.

The young Taoist patted their heads and said with a smile: "The one on the mountain is going to be number one in the world in the future, so those of us who are outside will not fight."

A Taoist boy said again coyly: "The one who went up the mountain with Layman Murong... the female layman took a good look at it. No matter how many believers go up and down the mountain, she is not alone."

Although the rest of the Taoist boys blushed, they also praised him one after another, saying that there is no heaven and no earth.

The eyes of the young Taoist priest flickered, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he saw a red dress: "Yes."

"Uncle Master, what did you say..."

"It's nothing."

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There are many places with beautiful scenery in Wudang Mountain. For thousands of years, countless people who have sought immortality have returned to Wudang, either sitting on the cliff, or hiding the fairy coffin, listening to Ga Jin Sanskrit and fairy music, watching the mist and clouds, green mountains and beautiful waters, leaving behind legends countless.

At this time, the prince of Beiliang walked towards the extremely famous Baixiang Pond with a knife in his hand. The sound of the waterfall hitting the rocks was overwhelming, the sound was like thunder, and there was a big rock protruding out of the pool.

Xu Fengnian stood still and slashed out with all his strength. The moment the Beiliang knife made contact with the waterfall, it flew away immediately, and a big bloody seam opened in his palm.

The prince of Beiliang didn't cry out for pain, instead he grinned, retrieved the knife, and slashed out again, but ended up throwing his hand away as usual.

Regardless of the son of Beiliang who was competing with the waterfall, there was a young man in black standing beside the White Elephant Pond. He was extremely handsome and looked far away with his hands behind his back.

This person is naturally Yu Liancheng.

Xu Fengnian was sent to Wudang Mountain to practice swordsmanship, but he was actually accepted by Wang Chonglou's Dahuang Court, so Yu Liancheng also came to visit him.

Although this Wudang Mountain has fallen, the emaciated camels are bigger than horses, and there are quite a few first-rank masters.

Of course, there are only a few people who can get Yu Liancheng's attention.

For example, the head teacher Wang Chonglou, the "sword idiot" Wang Xiaoping, and the young master uncle Hong Xixiang not far away.

The head teacher, Wang Chonglou, has cultivated in the celestial phenomena realm and is pregnant with the Great Yellow Court. Unfortunately, he will pass on his skills to Xu Fengnian, and his life will not be long.Wang Xiaoping is a kendo embryo, but he is still a little immature now.

And this master uncle Hong Xixiang who rode the bull backwards was even more terrible.

The predecessor is Lu Zu Lu Dongxuan, the well-deserved No. 500 in the last 1 years, and its existence symbolizes the pinnacle of the world.

After that, he was reincarnated as Qi Xuanjiao, the previous head teacher of Longhu Mountain. He is a celestial being on land, capable of writing and martial arts. It's a pity that he never competed with the king and old monster of Wudi City, otherwise the number one in the world would not be in vain.

And this life of Wudang Hong Xixiang is also a talented and brilliant generation. Once he gets enlightenment, he will be a celestial being on land.And the reason why she has been reincarnated so many times is that she loves Hongyi for 800 years, only to correct her ways for her beauty.

"It's a pity that such an amazing, talented and gorgeous person..."

Yu Liancheng shook his head, there are a lot of masters in this world, and there have been many talented and talented people one after another.

But the practitioners who are truly indomitable are only a few people such as Wudi Chengwang Xianzhi, Peach Blossom Sword God Deng Tai'a and so on.

For example, Tuoba Bodhisattva and Xishu Sword Emperor tied their own destiny and the country together, even if they were as stunning as Li Chungang and Hong Xixiang, they were trapped by the love between men and women.If the mood is unstable for a while, the realm may drop sharply.

Of course, Zifeiyu knows the joy of fish.

Everyone's path is different, and Yu Liancheng didn't have the leisure to point fingers.

"Murong Tianzun."

Xu Fengnian's voice sounded from behind.

As soon as he heard the kid shouting so seriously, he knew he had no good intentions.

"If you fart, let it go." Yu Liancheng turned his head away, only to see Xu Fengnian wrapped a knife with a cloth in his hand, so as not to let go of his hand when chopping out of the waterfall.

Xu Fengnian lowered his head and tightened the cloth strip with his teeth, and said with a chuckle: "Wang Chonglou can split the Canglan River with two fingers. With Tianzun's cultivation level, isn't it easy to split a waterfall?"

The Canglan River is the largest river in the north, and it is rumored that it was split open by Wang Chonglou, the head teacher of Wudang Mountain.Xu Fengnian originally thought it was just a legend, and ordinary people who have never seen the world would believe it.Later, after verification, it was true that there was no such thing as breaking Canglan with one finger—it was two fingers.

His Royal Highness, who heard the news, took a sip of tea and sprayed it out.

Is this mother still human?
Yu Liancheng glanced at Xu Fengnian lightly, waved his hand, and asked His Royal Highness to move away a little.
Xu Fengnian stepped aside and was wondering what Yu Liancheng was going to do when he saw the other party clenched his fist and punched the waterfall from afar.

Not to mention the distance of seven or eight feet between the two, just this flimsy fist, no matter how powerful it is that even a frail scholar can make it out.

Then, Xu Fengnian saw a scene that could make him dumbfounded.

The waterfall cloth cascades down like a river of stars, and it is smashed down with a force of tens of thousands of jun, the sound is like thunder, and the splash of water drops is like jade, which is very spectacular.

And under this punch, the waterfall hanging upside down unexpectedly broke in the middle, as if it was broken from it by an invisible big hand.

Then, a scene that made Xu Fengnian even more dumbfounded happened.

The waterfall in the upper section actually rolls upwards, and the water waves go against the current, soaring upwards ten feet, one hundred feet... as if turning into a water dragon as straight as the sky.

If the young master uncles, Wang Chonglou, Wang Xiaoping and others were aware of it, they would look up at this marvelous scene, it is truly magnificent.

The water crashed from the sky to the pond again, it took Xu Fengnian a long time to recover.

He swallowed his saliva, still unaware that his clothes were wet, and muttered to himself: "This technical work is so overbearing, there is no way to reward it."

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The young master and uncle sent a few little Taoist boys away, and saw a group of elderly pilgrims from Yongzhou. He immediately got up, helped to carry the salute, and smiled honestly all the way.

Walking slowly up the mountain all the way, we came to the gate of the Xuanwu Hall on the Great Lotus Peak.

There are few pilgrims, and the young Taoist priest stands under a thousand-year-old camphor tree, watching the pilgrims hold incense and worship in all directions, and finally throw them into the huge incense burner.

The young Taoist priest kept smiling, greeted the pilgrims again, and carefully took out the Taoist classics with "Lingyuan Daoge" written on the cover.When he was about to walk and watch, he felt something, turned around, and saw another figure in black.

The figure turned his back to him, raised his head slightly, as if he was watching the statue of Emperor Zhenwu in the hall.

The statue is several feet high, with hair barefoot, armor with golden locks, and basalt feet.

Standing in front of the statue, the black shadow was obviously too short, but seemed to be equal and tall.

Hei Yi looked back and smiled, wasn't it the one who made the waterfall flow upstream?

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ps: Ask for a monthly pass, the last day for a double monthly pass. Chapter 36 encounters a mythical beast, it has been revised, sister line should be more careful, don't dare to be presumptuous.

(End of this chapter)