Comprehensive martial arts: Guarding Wudang, stopping Xu Weixiong at the beginning

Winter goes to spring, alternating between cold and heat

The peaches on the mountain were ripe for two seasons, and Lin Xuan also ate them for two seasons.

July and August

The scorching sun hangs high, and the heat is unbearable

In the shade of the trees beside the stream, the young Taoist priest slept soundly, and the cool mountain breeze echoed.

In the waterhole under the stone bridge, there was a sturdy green cow, most of its body was submerged in the stream, only its head was exposed, and the look in it was extremely enjoyable.

From time to time, he whipped the stream with his tail, and the water splashed in all directions.

In the pavilion not far from the stone bridge, another young Taoist priest in a gray Taoist robe was sitting cross-legged.

His eyes were closed, and above his knees, there was a sheathed sword.

"Whew".

The young Taoist priest was surrounded by a strong and domineering true qi, and his robe was agitated, and his expression was calm.

For a long time

"Boom".

The true qi that lingered around him exploded, and waves of qi swept in all directions, flying sand and stones.

The waist-sized tree shook under the impact of the air waves.

This movement alarmed the people and cattle who were enjoying the cool under the bridge, and the two heads poked out and looked at the young Taoist priest in the pavilion together.

"Breakthrough again. "

The youngest uncle in Wudang had a tender thatch in his mouth, chewing it with relish, and half of the ancient books in his arms were exposed.

Looking at the nephew who was about the same size as himself, the little Taoist priest's expression was still difficult to hide his emotion.

Qingniu's two eyes are even more staring.

Inside the gazebo

The young Taoist who was sitting cross-legged opened his eyes, and the dazzling light disappeared from his pupils.

The wind dissipated, and the true qi returned to the dantian, which was extremely restrained.

"The six layers of Qi refining are cultivated. "

The corners of the young Taoist's mouth raised slightly, got up from the ground, and stretched.

"Good master and nephew, your cultivation speed is too fast. "

The Taoist priest under the stone bridge grinned.

"Generally average. "

The Taoist priest in the pavilion is modest.

"Cut. "

The Taoist priest under the stone bridge looked disdainful: "When did the master and nephew become so modest." "

"It always has been. "

The Taoist priest in the pavilion was not annoyed.

These two bickering young Taoist priests were Lin Xuan and his junior uncle, and it had been more than two years since he went up the mountain at this time.

More than two years have been just a flick of a finger for the rivers and lakes, but for Lin Xuan.

Two years are enough to change a lot of things.

First of all, his cultivation is steady and steady, stepping into the innate twofold heaven, you need to know that above the first product, the innate ninefold, each layer of breakthrough is extremely difficult.

Innate cultivation, placed in the rivers and lakes, is already a first-class master.

From an ordinary person to an innate martial artist, it took Lin Xuanman less than three years to fight to the fullest.

The other is a change in the body, he has grown a little taller, six feet tall, with a handsome face, plump like jade, between his eyebrows, sharp and sharp, it is difficult to hide his heroic spirit.

In contrast, although Uncle Xiao has also grown a little longer, he is not only shorter than Lin Xuan, but also has a completely different temperament.

It must be known that in the past two years of guarding the mountain, there are not a few people who have died under Lin Xuan, and there are some black and white masters among them.

Uncle Xiao is indifferent, out of the dust, like a real cultivator, while he has five points less dust and a little more decisiveness.

"Snort".

A little on tiptoe, flying out, in the pavilion, the long sword came out of its sheath, turning into a touch of cold light, tearing the mountain wind.

Lin Xuan stretched out his palm, held the hilt of the sword, and the long sword slashed horizontally, and in an instant, the wind blew fiercely, flying sand and stones.

The towering ancient trees shook, the true qi roared, and in front of the mountain gate, it was flooded by cold light, and the sword qi surged.

The long sword shook, and a series of exquisite sword moves unleashed from his hand, stretching endlessly, like the water of a river.

Sometimes unpredictable, sometimes sharp, sometimes dignified, sometimes the sword goes sideways.

"Is this still a sword of the rising sun?"

The little uncle in the distance shrunk his neck, not knowing how to judge.

It is not difficult to see the shadow of the Chaoyang Yiqi Sword from the sword moves, but its power has long exceeded the upper limit of the Chaoyang Yiqi Sword.

It must be his own amazing and glamorous nephew who is pushing through the old and bringing forth the new.

"Boom".

The gray-robed Taoist priest slashed out with a sword, and the sound of the dragon chanting and tiger roaring rose to the sky, resounding through Wudang.

The sword qi stretched, spanning seven or eight zhang, leaving a three-foot-deep sword mark on the hard bluestone.

The cold light dissipated, and a figure fell from the sky and landed in front of Qingshi, and the long sword was sheathed.

Lin Xuan's gaze looked at the deep sword marks on the bluestone, revealing a look of satisfaction.

In more than two years, he has done two things, guarding the mountain and practicing martial arts.

Majoring in innate qi refining techniques, Chaoyang One Qi Sword and sword drawing technique.

Now that the innate qi refining technique has entered the sixth layer, the morning sun and the qi sword are complete, and the sword drawing technique has also entered the realm of integration.

Sword drawing is not a simple swordsmanship, but a method of sword cultivation, containing spirit and spirit.

The two swordsmanship complement each other, the power is doubled, and the domineering sword that is cut out at the right time is the result of Lin Xuan's two and a half years of sword practice.

Judging from pure power, he was quite satisfied with his cultivation results.

Even if his cultivation was a few heavens higher than him, he would never dare to take this domineering sword.

"Senior nephew, you have practiced the Chaoyang One Qi Sword to perfection, it's time to let the senior brother pass on another advanced swordsmanship. "

Uncle Xiao climbed up from under the stone bridge and spoke.

"I want to, too. "

Lin Xuan shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly: "But the old man said that when it comes to passing on my other swordsmanship, he will pass it on to me." "

On Wudang Mountain

In front of the Zhenwu Palace

Wang Chonglou, who was originally sitting cross-legged and meditating on enlightenment, opened his eyes violently.

The sound of the dragon and the tiger roaring echoed in his ears, and then dissipated in an instant.

Wang Chonglou shook his head, stroked his beard and said, "This kid has reached such a realm so quickly. "

When he raised his head, he saw three figures standing at the door of the True Martial Arts Hall, looking at him with burning eyes.

"In charge of the real person, we can't wait any longer. "

The white-haired old man said: "If you suppress it any longer, if you delay Xuan'er's cultivation, it will be extremely bad." "

"Yes. "

Another man with a wooden sword on his back nodded: "Kendo cultivation is the most important to the heart, at this time, Xuan'er is the time to be brave and diligent, and there is no room for obscurity, if you don't teach it, senior brother, I will teach it." "

"Chonglou, hurry up and make a decision. "

The Taoist priest who was in charge of alchemy also urged.

"You all said that, can I still refute it?".

Wang Chonglou shook his head, looking at his senior brothers, each one more anxious.

"Ahem, but I still have to ask Xuan'er first and let him make his own choice. "

"Great goodness. "

The three Taoist priests nodded in unison.

Wang Chonglou walked out of the Zhenwu Palace, put his hands behind his back, and looked at the foot of the mountain, surrounded by clouds and mist.

Then he stepped out in one step, rose in the wind, stepped on the void, hung but did not fall, as if walking on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared dozens of feet away, his sleeve robe agitated, like an immortal in myths and legends, swallowing clouds and spitting fog, and walking against the wind.

After a few breaths, Wang Chonglou's figure disappeared on Wudang Mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, the young Taoist priest who was chatting with his little uncle suddenly showed a slight color.

"What's wrong?".

Uncle Xiao asked.

"Master, his old man asked me to go to the Lake of Questions. "

Lin Xuan grinned.

The long sword was on his back, his arms shook, his internal force was surging, his sleeves were bulging, his body was as light as a swallow, he rose into the air, pointed above the treetops, swept out more than ten zhang away, and went straight to the back mountain.

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