Song Xing: I am cultivating immortals in Qingcheng Mountain

Chapter 514 Qingxuan inheritance, the return of the distant
"This is??"

The moment Lei Wujie and the other two were drawn into the white light, the scene before their eyes suddenly became distorted. When their vision returned to normal, they were already in a courtyard paved with bluestone.

The scene in the courtyard was completely different from the gloomy ghostland outside. Looking up, the night was shrouded in a layer of flowing light golden light, as if there were stars moving along the trajectory of the sky, vaguely forming a huge formation that isolated the deathly aura and the roar of the medicine man from the outside world.

There was a dead tree growing beside the courtyard wall, with branches twisted like a dragon. On the branches were blooming several white night-blooming cereus flowers with golden seal characters on the petals. They bloomed and faded as they bloomed, and when they withered, they turned into spots of light and seeped into the ground.

The bluestone screen wall in front of the main hall is covered with sword marks, each of which is of varying depths, but corresponds to the eight trigrams, faintly revealing a sharp sword intent. There are a few pieces of tortoise shells scattered below the stone wall, and the cracks on them resemble the hexagrams of the Book of Changes.

In the center of the courtyard stands an ancient bronze tripod. Three wisps of green smoke rise from the tripod, interweaving in mid-air to form the three characters "Li Qingxuan" in seal script. The handwriting is like clouds and smoke gathering and dispersing, revealing a vague Taoist charm.

When they saw the three words "Li Qingxuan", the three of them were stunned.

"Who is Li Qingxuan?"

Lei Wujie was completely confused, he had never heard of this person before.

Tang Lian and Sikong Qianluo's eyes moved slightly. It was obvious that they had heard of these three words.

"If I'm not mistaken, this person should be the ancestor of Qingcheng Mountain. The Taoist scripture that Zhao Shouyi studied was left by that person."

Sikong Qianluo nodded.

"Father has previously investigated the technique that Brother Zhao is practicing, and it is the Taoist scripture left by the Qingxuan Patriarch. However, this technique is too profound, and up to now, only a few people have been able to comprehend it."

Tang Lian was moved. Li Qingxuan, the founder of Qingcheng Mountain, was the top master of Taoism. He set up such a large formation here, so he must be trying to protect something.

As for the Taoist masters, they have free and easy temperaments. Many people in the martial arts world have obtained opportunities in the ruins of the caves of those masters and predecessors, and have since soared to fame. This is no longer a secret in the martial arts world.

"Qianluo, Junior Brother, there may be an opportunity left by Li Qingxuan here."

The opportunities left behind by a legendary figure who created the Taoist scriptures were enough to make the three of them, no matter how powerful they were from the big sects, feel excited.

Sikong Changfeng once said that the reason why Zhao Shouyi could stand out from the crowd and become the best in the martial arts world, in addition to his extraordinary understanding and aptitude, was because of that Taoist scripture.

The Taoist scripture was not an ordinary martial art. Compared with those mysterious martial arts manuals in the martial arts world, it was even more magical. On that day, Zhao Shouyi suddenly realized the truth and entered the realm of the spirit world, which shocked everyone.

"Brother, Li Qingxuan is the founder of Qingcheng Mountain. Wouldn't it be inappropriate for us to be together?"

Lei Wujie stood there, looking around. If it were anyone else, it would be easy to deal with, but he himself had a close relationship with Qingcheng Mountain. If this place really contained Li Qingxuan's inheritance, should he take it or not?

Tang Lian remained silent upon hearing this. For a normal person, there is no reason not to seize the opportunity when it comes. If one really feels guilty about it, he can just help out more in the future.

"Junior brother, the people of Taoism are different from those of our ordinary sects."

Speaking of Taoists, Tang Lian still felt a little emotional. There are many sects in the world that claim to be Taoists, but those people are simply not comparable to the real Taoist masters.

In his impression, the national teacher Qi Tianchen, the ghost fairy Mo Yi, Zhao Yuzhen and Zhao Shouyi of Qingcheng Mountain are all extremely extraordinary existences. When he was with these people, he could feel a kind of unfathomable depth and quiet depth.

These people don't care about worldly royal power, fame and fortune at all.

"Taoism emphasizes fate, just like the Taoist scriptures left by Patriarch Qingxuan, which are placed on Mount Qingcheng. If disciples within the sect want to practice, they will not keep them privately."

Sikong Qianluo walked slowly to the dead tree at the edge of the yard, raised his head and looked at the dreamy white epiphyllums, a hint of fondness naturally revealed in his eyes.

Compared to the restraint of Apocalypse City, she yearns for the freedom of the rivers and lakes, where flowers bloom and fall at their own time, and people come and go as they please.

"It seems to be true."

Hearing Sikong Qianluo's words, Lei Wujie seemed to be thinking about something. At least the Taoist people he had met, even Li Fansong, were a little free and easy in their nature.

"There is only this one room, let's take a look together!"

In addition to the furnishings seen before, there is only one room in the courtyard. This is not accurate because there is only one door for the three or four rooms connected together.

The three of them nodded and decided to go together.

After walking for a while, the expressions of the three people changed again. The house in front of them, which was so close, seemed to be far away in the horizon, and the distance between them and the house did not decrease at all.

"Brother, what's going on?"

With Lei Wujie's knowledge, it was naturally difficult for him to understand the current situation, so he asked subconsciously.

"It is recorded in Taoist scriptures that the world can be so small, the earth can be so short, and the world can be so small. I always thought it was just a fantasy, but now I see that this method is really unpredictable."

The three of them stood where they were, no longer moving forward, but looking at the scene in front of them.

The house with green tiles and white walls is hidden deep in the courtyard. Bronze wind chimes are hung on the four corners of the eaves, and the Big Dipper pattern is engraved on the body of the bell.

The horizontal beam under the eaves is painted with cinnabar with fragments of the Huang Ting Jing, the writing sometimes appears and sometimes disappears with the flow of sunlight. A faded mahogany plaque hangs on the lintel, with the three characters "Qing Xuan Ju" inscribed on it, the strokes of the pen are like swords engraving on stone, faintly revealing the pressure of the sword.

"Dual cultivation of Dao and sword."

The three were a little surprised by this result, but when they thought of the current Taoist Sword Immortal, they felt that this was only natural. If the other party did not have such good fortune, how could he have created a martial art like the Taoist Scriptures?

"Then how do we get in?"

Lei Wujie felt somewhat helpless. He had read few Taoist texts and did not understand many of the doctrines. The current situation would definitely be a test for those who came later.

Sikong Qianluo was silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke out: "I remember there is a saying in the Taoist classics, there is a thing that was mixed and formed before the heaven and the earth. It is silent and lonely, independent and unchanging, and it moves around without end. It can be the mother of the heaven and the earth. I don't know its name, so I'll call it Tao, and I'll call it Da. Da means to pass away, passing away means to go far away, and going far away means to return."

Tang Lian and Lei Wujie looked at Sikong Qianluo at the same time, their expressions were quite surprised. When did this young lady start to pay attention to these things? ?
"Since Patriarch Qingxuan is a Taoist, the layout here is likely to be in line with the true meaning of Taoism."

Lei Wujie frowned, his mind was a mess. He had never come into contact with these things before.

"Everyone has their own understanding of what Taoism says. At this time, we can only take a gamble."

After saying that, Sikong Qianluo turned around and faced the house with his back. This action made Tang Lian and Lei Wujie stunned again.

"Junior sister, what do you mean by the last sentence, great is death, death is far away, far away is return?"

Tang Lian's mouth twitched. This isn't the orthodox explanation of Taoism, is it? However, he watched Lei Wujie turn around without hesitation, so he had no choice but to follow suit.

"That's all! Just do whatever you want!"

Tang Lian stepped back and complained in his mind, but the next moment, he felt dizzy and when he came to his senses, he found himself in front of the door of the house.

"Success!!!"

Tang Lian stood there, dumbfounded...

"Successful? Isn't this fucking hell?"

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(End of this chapter)