Seeing that the two ended in a tie and there was no sign of fighting again, Mu Qiuhuang couldn't help but feel a little bored, so he ignored the two and carried the stone tablet to continue his unfinished mission today.

Just after Mu Qiuhuang carried the stele up and down the mountain three times, he found that the Qingya Daoist and the Wuxin monk, who were relatively speechless, were sitting together and talking happily, and there were a few forbidden books beside them.

Seeing this, Mu Qiuhuang was also interested, walked to the two of them and sat down, and asked, "The little monk is riding a donkey, what are you two talking about?" ”

Qingya Daoist glanced at Mu Qiuhuang and ignored it, but explained to him with a smile on his face: "I am discussing Buddhist scriptures and Taoist treasures with Qingya Daozhong, can the donor be interested in participating together?" ”

Mu Qiuhuang listened for a while, and saw that the two of them were really studying Buddhist and Taoist classics, rather than discussing the wind and snow as they thought...... I also lost interest, walked to the donkey and lay down, and after a while I snored like thunder.

……

Spring goes to summer, autumn ends with winter solstice.

In the blink of an eye, Mu Qiuhuang has been on Wudang Mountain for more than six months.

In the past six months, Mu Qiuhuang has still carried the stone tablet up and down the cliff day after day, and has paid more hardships than in previous years, even harder than when he practiced swords with the Nine Emperors in the military camp, but Mu Qiuhuang was willing and never slacked off for a day.

Since that attempt, the little monk has also stayed on the Flying Cliff, and in addition to sitting meditation and chanting scriptures on weekdays, he is discussing and learning with the Qingya Taoist...... Therefore, in the past six months, Wuxin has also benefited a lot, although the cultivation has not directly reached the realm of the ninth grade, but it has also reached the peak of the eighth grade and the ninth grade is only a thin line apart.

In the past few months, the busiest people are the Qingya Daoists, in addition to guiding Mu Qiuhuang to practice every day, they also have to complete the tasks assigned by Zhang Fuling, and after reading the forbidden books that Zhang Fuling came from the Beiyu Marquis Mansion, it is worth mentioning that the Qingya Daoists read, not because they don't seek to understand but chew on the words, and they even write scriptures and annotations on these forbidden books...... In addition to these, the Qingya Daoist actually realized a little bit in the conversation between the two, and he was creating a boxing technique.

Just when Mu Qiuhuang was finally able to carry the three stone tablets on his back and walk like a fly on the ridge path, the news suddenly came that Zhang Fuling was about to leave the customs.

Hearing the news that Zhang Fuling was about to leave the customs, the most excited person was Mu Qiuhuang, because as early as a few days ago, the Qingya Daoist had already said that the tenacity and strength of his body had reached the standard that Zhang Fuling said, and he could withstand the constant collision of the two true elements, as long as Zhang Fuling dissolved the sword intent left by the sword immortal in his qi sea, he could start cultivating again.

At the golden top of Wudang Mountain, when Mu Qiuhuang and Wuxin came to the cave where Zhang Fuling was retreating with the Qingya Dao people, they saw that the front of the cave was already a black oppression, and the disciples of Wudang surrounded it.

However, fortunately, the generations of the Qingya Dao people are enough, and seeing the arrival of the three people, the Wudang disciples consciously dispersed to both sides, making way for a small passage for the three of them.

"Disciple to meet uncle."

"Disciple to meet Uncle Ancestor."

"Disciple to meet the ancestor of the great master."

All of a sudden, the sounds of saluting and worshipping around were endless, and the Qingya Daoist nodded helplessly in response.

In fact, the Qingya Dao people don't like this kind of lively scene, in the past, the people who presided over the patriarch's exit were all Qingye Daoists, but this time the Qingye Daoists were not on Wudang Mountain, so the Qingya Daoists had to catch the ducks on the shelves.

Mu Qiuhuang pulled Wuxin's sleeve and whispered: "Little monk, you see how majestic the donkey keeper will be, the white-bearded old man just now has to call him uncle...... Do you have this kind of treatment in the temple? ”

didn't wait for an unintentional answer, only to hear the melodious and solemn sound of the bell striking in the distance.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

…… The bells were endless, and the Qingya Daoist looked at Mu Qiuhuang, who was puzzled, and explained to him in a low voice: "This is the seventy-sixth retreat of the Master, so the bell should ring seventy-six." ”

Wuxin also looked at the cave where Zhang Fuling was located with reverence, and chanted softly: "If you don't break the ginseng, you won't live in the mountain; No enlightenment, no retreat. Zhang Xianren was able to retreat as many as 76 times, which is actually a monument among the cultivators. ”

"It turns out that there is such a delicacy, which is really a long insight." Mu Qiuhuang also put away his playful thoughts and began to pay attention to it.

Finally, after the seventy-six bells rang, all the disciples of Wudang knelt on the ground and said respectfully: "Welcome to the ancestor." ”

With a "creak", the door was pushed open from the inside, and then Zhang Fuling walked out.

Zhang Fuling is still wearing the pure white Taoist robe, although the clothes are a little dirty and the hair is a little unkempt, but Zhang Fuling looks radiant and his eyes are exceptionally bright.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Fuling did not lecture to the Wudang disciples as Mu Qiuhuang and Wuxin imagined, talking about the experience of this retreat, but waved his hand at the disciples and motioned for them to leave.

And the disciples of Wudang were obviously accustomed to this situation, and they disappeared without a trace after a while, leaving only the three of them in the huge square.

"That's the end, just to wait for the old fairy to come out?" Mu Qiuhuang scratched his head.

Qingya Daoist seemed to have long been accustomed to this, and explained in a calm tone: "Master doesn't like trouble, and the same is true for going out of the customs in the past. ”

Mu Qiuhuang and Wuxin glanced at each other, but neither spoke.

Qingya Daoist said to Zhang Fuling: "Congratulations to the master for getting out of the customs, the disciple has ordered someone to stew dog meat." ”

Mu Qiuhuang and Wuxin also said to Zhang Fuling: "Congratulations to the old immortal/Zhang immortal for getting out." ”

Zhang Fuling waved his hand at Qingya Daoist and said, "Don't be in a hurry to eat in advance." ”

Turning his head to look at Mu Qiuhuang, he smiled strangely and said, "Mu boy, what are you used to staying in Wudang Mountain these months?"

Seeing that Zhang Fuling cared about him so much, Mu Qiuhuang couldn't help but be a little grateful, and replied respectfully: "There is Lao Zhang Immortal to remember, and the kid is quite comfortable." ”

"Oh, didn't Qingya'er beat you?" Zhang Fuling looked puzzled.

After listening to Zhang Fuling's words, Mu Qiuhuang realized that he didn't have any good intentions at all, and the real reason why he let himself go to the Flying Cliff was to let the Qingya Dao people beat him.

Mu Qiuhuang pretended not to understand Zhang Fuling's words, and pretended to be puzzled: "Beaten? What beating? I had a great conversation with the donkey keeper, but I don't know how close it was. He often asks me about the books you brought back, by the way, old immortal, this disciple of yours is really talented, and he can write commentaries on those books. ”

Mu Qiuhuang looked at Zhang Fuling with a smile on his face, but his mouth was stumbling at Qingya Daoren, and he said in his heart, "Dare to pit the master, look at your beloved apprentice!" The young patriarch of Wudang Mountain actually commented on the forbidden scriptures...... I think I can you off, don't you? ”

"Donkey-riding?" Zhang Fuling looked at Qingya Daoren.

"That's right! It is the commentary on the scriptures that he brought back to you. Mu Qiuhuang was full of smiles.

When Zhang Fuling saw Mu Qiuhuang acting like this, he knew that he had not had an easy time on the Flying Ascension Cliff in the past few months, and he couldn't help laughing.

"Old fairy, the annotation written by the donkey rider is good, you can read more when you are free." Mu Qiuhuang reminded.

Seeing Mu Qiuhuang reluctantly mentioning this matter, Zhang Fuling felt even more that he was suffocating at the hands of Qingya Daoren, and his mood became more pleasant, looking at Qingya Daoren and saying with a smile on his face: "Qingyaer, you really didn't disappoint the teacher, and you will bring the books you annotated to the teacher to taste one or two another day." ”

"Yes, Master." Qingya Daoist agreed.

Mu Qiuhuang couldn't help but feel a little depressed when he saw that the two of them acted naturally, without the slightest trace of falsification.

Seeing that Mu Qiuhuang was deflated, Zhang Fuling no longer teased him, looked at Wuxin and asked, "Little monk, what do you think of this Wudang Mountain?" ”

"Brilliant people." Wuxin put his hands together and said seriously.

Zhang Fuling smiled slightly but did not speak, as if he was very amused by Wuxin's statement.

"Boy, look at the tricks." Zhang Fuling suddenly made a move, and knocked Mu Qiuhuang to the ground with a flowing cloud hand.

Mu Qiuhuang stood up with a dirty face and looked at Zhang Fuling with an innocent face.

Zhang Fuling twisted his beard and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, it seems that your body has been trained strong enough, in this case, Lao Dao will repair the sea of qi for you now!" ”

Although Mu Qiuhuang knew that Zhang Fuling was beating himself for the sake of beating himself, he was naturally full of joy when he heard that the other party was going to mend the sea of qi for himself now.

……

"Boy, when I pour the true yuan into your sea of qi later, there will be a great pain, and you have to be prepared to endure this pain." Zhang Fuling said to Mu Qiuhuang.

"Although the old fairy lets it go, the kid can hold it." Mu Qiuhuang said tenacity.

Seeing this, Zhang Fuling did not hesitate, clasped Mu Qiuhuang's hands with both hands, and slowly crossed his true yuan into Mu Qiuhuang's body.

The situation is as it always has been.

When Zhang Fuling's true yuan arrived at Mu Qiuhuang's sea of qi, the sword intent in his body emerged again, but this time Mu Qiuhuang was already ready, although he was still sweating profusely in pain, but he endured the pain, and without saying a word, the two true yuan fought endlessly in Mu Qiuhuang's body, although the sword intent of the sword fairy was ruthless, it was like rootless water, and every time it touched Zhang Fuling's true yuan, it weakened by a point...... Finally, I heard a "pop" sound from Mu Qiuhuang's anger, and Mu Qiuhuang also fainted.

……

When Mu Qiuhuang woke up again, it was the early morning of the next day, as soon as his eyes opened, Mu Qiuhuang began to check the sea of qi, and when he felt that there was a true yuan surging in the sea of qi again, Mu Qiuhuang finally couldn't help but look up to the sky and roar.

"Wake up and wake up, what's the hell about?" Zhang Fuling pushed the door and entered.

"Excited, excited, kid too excited." Mu Qiuhuang touched his head and said excitedly.

"How? I'm not bad at it, am I? Zhang Fuling boasted.

Mu Qiuhuang gave Zhang Fuling a thumbs up and said, "The old immortal is naturally very powerful. ”

"By the way, why does the old fairy have a trace of true qi in my body?" Mu Qiuhuang asked puzzled.

"Isn't it good to have a trace of true anger?" Zhang Fuling said casually.

According to the normal situation, although Mu Qiuhuang's qi sea is repaired as before, the true yuan in the body should no longer exist, but Zhang Fuling has left a trace of his own true yuan in its body, of course, compared to the sword immortal's destruction of the true element, Zhang Fuling's true yuan does not pose a threat to Mu Qiuhuang, but is like a seed in Mu Qiuhuang's qi sea, that is to say, with the existence of this seed, Mu Qiuhuang will get twice the result with half the effort when he re-cultivates.

After Mu Qiuhuang noticed this situation in his body, he also cast a grateful look at Zhang Fuling.

"Boy, this is for you." Zhang Fuling took out a book and handed it to Mu Qiuhuang.

didn't wait for Mu Qiuhuang to ask questions, but listened to Zhang Fuling say leisurely: "Don't thank Lao Dao, Lao Dao took so many books from you, this can be regarded as a return gift." ”

Mu Qiuhuang looked down and saw the five big characters "Chaos Wuji Gong" written on the book cover.

Mu Qiuhuang didn't say words of thanks, but directly leaned over and made a big salute to Zhang Fuling.