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After days of heavy snowfall, it was finally a rare sunny day.

Wudang Mountain, which has been closed for many days due to heavy snowfall, has finally reopened, and the seventy-two peaks, thirty-six rocks, and the golden palace are all shining under the warm sun, and they are majestic and handsome, attracting countless visitors and pilgrims. No matter the cold weather, can not stop the enthusiasm of tourists who have been depressed for a long time, from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, the flow of people stretches all the way, rubbing shoulders and moving endlessly. At the highest place, the Tianzhu Peak Taihe Palace is even more crowded with impermeable wind, Taoist believers worship in all directions, splashing water is difficult to enter, and it is generally lively.

In the secluded place of the Yuxu Palace at the foot of the mountain, there are several inconspicuous, old and low, which look incompatible with the surrounding magnificent palaces.

In one of the houses, the furnishings are extremely simple, a few tables and chairs, a small incense burner is placed in the corner of the house, green smoke curls, a calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall that has not even been registered, and four large characters of ink are written on the dry yellow paper scroll:

And the light and the dust.

At the bottom of the calligraphy and painting, there is a kind and kind old Taoist man, whose beard and hair are as white as frost, full of wrinkles, and his old state is fully revealed, but on his weather-beaten face, two deep-set eyes are deep and bright.

In front of the old Taoist seat, a strong man with a strong body knelt on his knees respectfully. Even if he kneel on the ground, his height is almost the same as that of Lao Dao sitting on the seat, it can be seen that his body is as majestic as a mountain, and his unimaginably strong muscles hold up a single piece of clothing until it is about to explode, and even the tendons and muscles of his neck are the thickness of an ordinary person's thumb, and the knots are like steel bars, which can be called extremely powerful.

If Su Ziyu is here, he will definitely be able to recognize that he is Shi Long, a Wudang disciple who won the championship with himself in Canglangzhuang, Dumin Mountain.

"Xuan Cheng, after you go down the mountain, everything is up to you. There is no harm in seeing and thinking more about everything, and going through more tempering. Your Uncle Shenyang has gone too far and can't turn back. The matter of the True Martial Hao Heavenly Sword cannot be forced. Be calm, don't be in a hurry, and do it yourself. Lao Dao said calmly.

"Yes, Master Ancestor. ”

The former Shi Long, now the Xuancheng Daoist, replied with a loud voice.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, no one would have imagined that this old man, simple and kind, would be the son of Wudang Zhangjiao.

"Senior Brother Qingxu, Wei Shenyang, a rebel who deceived his teacher and destroyed his ancestors, destroyed my Jade Void Palace, injured your soul, and took away the True Martial Hao Heavenly Sword, and everyone was punished. Xuan Chengzi is responsible for the revival of Wuzhong, and this time he went down the mountain to practice, he should break through as soon as possible, and take back the treasure of our town faction. The other Taoists standing on the side couldn't help but be angry when they heard this, and their hatred for Wei Shenyang was overflowing.

Up and down Wudang, the traitorous disciple Wei Shenyang seems to have become a taboo topic, a scar that is difficult to heal. If he is away for a day, it will never be possible for Wudang to regain his prestige. Qing Xuzi actually asked Shi Long not to be in a hurry and act calmly, which naturally made him very dissatisfied.

"Anger control. Qingwei junior disciple, the first thing to cultivate is to cultivate the mind. Peaceful, coordinated, quiet and inactive, this is the foundation of our cultivators, the real treasure of Wudang. Losing the sword is not the most terrible, losing the heart is the catastrophe!"

As soon as Qing Xuzi's arm was raised, he stopped the rest of the Taoist who were excited with just one look, and sighed slightly in his heart. Since the emergence of Wei Shenyang, the sword has gone sideways and acted extremely, everyone has some thoughts floating and eager for quick success. But he didn't know that such an outlier in the world was rare, and the path that suited him was most likely not to be learned, and he was hooked, but it was easy to lose his Dao heart at both ends.

After pacifying the Taoists, Qing Xuzi looked at Shi Long again and said slowly:

"Blame me for not teaching well...... Your Uncle Shenyang is just too smart to go to extremes. Xuan Cheng, you have excellent talent, and what is even more rare is that your mind is pure, and there is great hope for enlightenment. Let you go down the mountain, more for grinding, as long as the mind is fixed, you will definitely move forward. ”

"Remember these four words, and the light and the dust. There you go. ”

Shi Long respectfully kowtowed three times, and even knocked a shallow pit on the blue bricks on the ground, then picked up his simple bag and walked out of the house like a dragon. His steps were extremely fast, and in a few breaths he had already walked out of the winding corridor, bypassing the wooden sign that read "Visitors Stop" and entering the palatial new hall.

A pair of young couples with backpacks walked in, and the young man on the left was dancing and boasting:

"They knew what to see at the top of the mountain, Taihe Palace, Tianzhu Peak, and Zijin City, but they didn't know that the Xuantian Jade Void Palace here was the essence, the place where the Jade Emperor lived. But it's a pity that I heard that a flash flood more than 80 years ago washed away the Yuxu Palace, and now it is all newly built a few years ago......"

As he spoke, the young man suddenly saw the stone dragon coming out of the old hall, and suddenly his words were suffocated, and he was a little frightened by the terrifying bear-like body momentum, until he passed by, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then his eyes lit up:

"Hey, I didn't expect there to be such a dilapidated palace here, is it a remnant ruins, let's go in and take a look. ”

The girlfriend behind him hesitated a little and said: "No, it's written here that tourists stop, maybe it's a dilapidated house that hasn't been repaired yet......"

"It's okay, what are you afraid of!"

The young man pulled her in with great interest, but before she crossed the threshold, a middle-aged Taoist with a bun in front of him didn't know when he had stopped behind the door, smiling and stretching out his hand to stop her.

"Sorry, no visitors are allowed. ”

The young man's face was stupid, and he pointed behind him with some resentment: "Didn't that person come out of it just now...... Huh!"

When you turn your head again, where is there still a majestic man?

(Note: In 1935, a flash flood occurred, and the Yuxu Palace of Wudang Mountain turned into ruins, leaving only scattered remnant buildings, which were later restored.) ）

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North America Sun City, Lucia Racecourse.

A wonderful horse race has just come to an end, the winners cheer and the losers are dejected and scolded.

From the top private room at the back of the racecourse, a voice of smugness was heard.

"My dear Black Hurricane has once again proved his invincibility!

In the private room, which was almost a little extravagant, an old oriental man with a red face was proudly waving the big cigar in his hand.

"It's exciting!"

"Great, Johnny!"

The blonde and blue-eyed beauties sitting on either side of him all cheered and cheered, complimenting him in a flattering tone.

Although they didn't know why this old Oriental man named Zhuang Nizhao was so energetic that it was completely unreasonable, he was more courageous than a 20-year-old strong man in bed, and he eccentricly only liked black horse racing, but what did it matter?

You know, having several champion horses at the Lucia Racecourse, which is adjacent to New York, is an indescribable wealth. Look at this luxurious private room, as well as the professional bodyguard standing at the door, this is a super big financier.

"It's time for some after-show, your performance directly determines the magnitude of the rewards. ”

Zhuang Nizhao, whose hair was combed to the bright board, looked at the sofa comfortably, and several blonde beauties immediately squatted in front of him with interest, **** coquettishly roaming around with red lips.

It's a pity that before a few beauties opened their trouser chains, there was a burst of exclamation and scolding from the door of the private room.

Zhuang Nizhao quickly stood up, but found that the professional bodyguards he had hired with a lot of money had already been lying on the ground, and two strong white men in suits and eyes as sharp as eagles and falcons stepped over them and broke straight in.

"Damn, you know who I am, what do you want to do?!" Zhuang Nizhao was not afraid, but pointed at the two of them angrily with his finger holding a cigar.

The next moment, one of the strong men raised his hand and said in a slightly awkward but very standard Mandarin: "The master wants to see you!"

In his palm, he held a black metal plate the size of a cigarette box, painted with rugged and complex dark red patterns, which looked full of solemnity, and in the middle of it was written with a small seal: Hu.

This text with unique shapes and lines was tantamount to a book of heaven in the eyes of several blonde beauties, but although they were panicked, they saw that Zhuang Nizhao clearly recognized the words on the metal plate in front of him, because his face suddenly changed violently, his body froze in place, and then lowered his voice and shouted at several people: "Get out!"

The blonde beauties didn't know why Zhuang Nizhao, who was usually dazzling and imposing, suddenly became so scared, as if he saw a lion's sheep, almost trembling, but they also knew that this was not something they could mix, and ran away in an instant at a speed like running for their lives.

A few minutes later, a helicopter flew to a small island near Oyster Bay in New York. This small island, which is not even marked on the map, is embedded in the azure waters, and despite the snow, you can faintly see a majestic castle standing in front of a low hill with a clear glacial lake in front of it.

The helicopter landed steadily on the cleared tarmac at the back of the castle, and Johnny Zhao followed the two messengers into the side door briskly, making his way through the labyrinth of corridors and the ubiquitous elite private guards, and finally standing alone in front of a heavily carved wooden door nearly five meters high.

The door opens silently and slowly, and behind it is a huge living room of hundreds of square meters, with a luxurious velvet carpet spread out on the floor, the interior of the house is extremely luxuriously decorated, but strangely almost completely black, and the fireplace that occupies most of the walls is blazing, and you can't feel the slightest cold.

A tall man in pajamas stood at his desk with his back to the door.

"Long live my emperor, long live it!"

Seeing this man, Zhuang Nizhao was short and knelt down deeply.

"The drunken gold fans outside, it seems that you have forgotten your duty, Lord Lang Zhongling?"

The man turned around slowly, revealing an extremely young and heroic face, the expression on his face was not sad or happy, the pajamas were honest **** without a wisp, the muscles were blooming, the body was strong and strong, and under the swaying fire, it was like a gold and iron casting! )