Taiyi is close to the sky, and even the mountains are connected to the sea.

The white clouds look back, and the blue mist enters to see nothing.

The peaks in the field change, and the clouds and sunshines are different.

If you want to stay with someone, ask the woodcutter across the water.

A poem by the great poet Wang Wei depicts the majesty of Zhongnan Mountain and the magnificence of hundreds of miles. Zhongnan Mountain starts from Qinlong in the west, reaches Lantian in the east, is backed by Chang'an, stretches for four or five hundred miles, and is known as "the fairy capital" and "the crown of the cave sky". Since the establishment of Chongyang Zhenren's religion here, the Quanzhen Sect has been the largest sect in the world for decades, with more and more disciples, and daily incense is vigorous.

Because the internal injuries of the Qiu Chuji machine had not healed and could not stand the bumps of horseback riding, Wan Yankang specially prepared a double carriage for the old Taoist priest to ride. I walked slowly all the way, and after more than a full month, I arrived at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, the carriage could no longer travel, so Wan Yankang ordered the two grooms to drive the carriage back to Zhongdu first, and put the luggage in the carriage on the saddle of the little white dragon. He led the little white dragon and went up the mountain with Qiu Chuji.

After more than a month of cultivation, Qiu Chuji's internal injuries have been healed for the most part, and at this time, he tried to improve his qi and luck, and found that it was basically fine. Qiu Laodao was bored in the carriage for a month, and at this time, he was arrogant and laughed loudly: "Kang'er, our master and apprentice are comparing their foot strength!" After speaking, he ran towards the mountain first.

Wan Yankang laughed and said: "Master has a life, how dare the apprentice disobey." As he spoke, he also lifted his breath and jumped up, following closely behind.

The little white dragon hissed, and happily followed Wan Yankang to trot up the mountain.

The two of them are a horse, each with the wind under their feet, walking through the mountains and ancient trees, laughing and laughing, so unhappy.

When he had faintly seen the palace not far away, Wan Yankang was very competitive, and he used his strength to cross the river with a reed, and he overtook Qiu Chuji in a few vertical jumps.

After Yan Kang crossed the Qiu Chuji, he turned around and laughed loudly from time to time, and suddenly a shout and curse came from the front: "Where did you come from, shouting and screaming at the mountain gate of my Quanzhen Sect!" ”

Wan Yankang turned his head and saw that there were two young Taoists standing with swords in the three zhang in front of him, one of them was tall, with a square face and thin eyebrows, pointing at himself and scolding.

In order not to cause misunderstanding, Wan Yankang immediately stopped, raised a single palm with his right hand, and saluted: "Two senior brothers, senior brother is polite!" ”

After seeing Yan Kang's extraordinary martial arts, the two Daoists did not dare to despise it, and the short Taoist returned the salute and asked, "I don't know which uncle's disciple Your Excellency is?" I've never seen it before. ”

"Zhijing, Zhifang, this is your senior brother Zhikang!" The voice of Qiu Chuji came at the right time.

Since Qiu Chuji arrived, there would be no more misunderstandings.

These two young Taoists, one named Zhao Zhijing and the other Cui Zhifang, both studied under Wang Chuyi, and they are both outstanding people among the three generations of disciples of Quanzhen.

Wan Yankang heard that the tall Taoist was Zhao Zhijing, so he glanced at him a few more times, and muttered in his heart: This Taoist priest looks serious, but he didn't expect it to be a villain.

Zhao Zhijing had a smile on his face, but he was thinking in his heart, this kid looks like a little white face, and his kung fu is still above Yin Zhiping, but this light skill is clearly not his own martial arts, and I don't know where it came from, my old Zhao has to be careful.

These two brothers, when they met for the first time, one was slanderous and the other was wary, but they were smiling on their faces, and they looked like brothers, friends and brothers.

Qiu Chuji saw it in his eyes, stroked his beard, and said happily in his heart, I took this kid to Zhongnan Mountain, and contacted the brothers more, and it was really right.

Wan Yankang took the little white dragon and followed behind the fuselage at the hill, constantly looking at the situation of the world's largest faction at this time.

Since the establishment of the Quanzhen Sect, it has developed from a small Taoist temple to a grand scale of thirteen Taoist temples in the past few decades, which is not inferior in scale compared with the hundreds of years of Shaolin inheritance.

Qiu Chuji took Yan Kang into Chongyang Palace, and ordered Zhao Zhijing and others to invite Ma Yu and others to come over and get together.

After Wang Chongyang's death, Qiu Chuji, Ma Yu and others often walked the rivers and lakes, acting chivalrous and righteous, firstly to maintain the prestige of the Quanzhen Sect, and secondly, to recruit many good disciples.

In recent years, with the increasing number of disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, Ma Yu and others rarely went down the mountain, and only concentrated on cultivating Taoists in Zhongnan Mountain.

Qiu Chuji's return to the mountain coincided with the fact that the seven sons of Quanzhen were all in the teaching, and after hearing the disciple's report, Ma Yu and others rushed to the scene.

In the Chongyang Palace, there is a portrait hanging in the main hall, the portrait is dressed in a robe, the waist is across the sword, and the heroic and handsome air comes out through the paper.

Needless to say, the person in this portrait is the world's number one master back then, Wang Chongyang.

Wan Yankang looked at the portrait for a while, and exclaimed: "Master, the portrait of this patriarch, I don't know who painted it, it's simply a god." ”

This portrait was made by Qiu Chuji.

Qiu Chuji has three hobbies in his life, martial arts, poetry, and danqing. In the martial arts, the name of Changchun Zhenren is known to everyone, and no one knows it. Most of the people who know each other also know that Qiu Laodao's poetry is extraordinary, but there are not many who know that he is good at Danqing paintings.

Qiu Chuji's attainments in Danqing are by no means under martial arts and poetry. It's just Danqing, which consumes a lot of energy, and under Qiu's intensive study of martial arts, there are naturally very few paintings that have been circulated. This portrait of Chongyang real people is Qiu Chuji's proud work.

On weekdays, when disciples visit the patriarch, they all kowtow respectfully, where will they carefully examine the paintings. Even if someone thinks the painting is good, they won't take it out and say a thing or two.

After Yan Kang's words, he was sparing the itch of Qiu Chuji. There is a saying that thousands of people wear it, but they don't wear it. What's more, Wan Yankang's words were sincere, and they were completely motivated by feelings.

Qiu Laodao held back his joy and coughed and said: "It's a clumsy work for the teacher, but it can show the demeanor of the first teacher." ”

"Senior Brother Qiu, are you injured?" Before Qiu Chuji's words fell, a middle-aged Taoist at the door strode in, walked up to him, and asked with concern.

Wan Yankang glanced at this person, and saw that this person was thin, and there was a peace between his eyebrows, it was the current head of the Quanzhen Sect, Ma Yu Zhenren.

As Wang Chongyang's eldest disciple, Ma Yu has a peaceful temperament and does not like to fight with others, but the depth of his internal strength is not under Qiu's chance. He had just walked into Chongyang Palace, and when he heard Qiu Chuji's cough and a sentence, he heard that Qiu Chuji's body was suffering from internal injuries.

Qiu Chuji waved his hand: "A little injury, no need to worry about it." ”

Seeing this, Ma Yu knew that Qiu Chuji didn't want to say much, so he nodded and looked at Yan Kanglai.

At this time, a loud voice came: "With the martial arts of the senior brother, there are few opponents in the martial arts today, if someone bullies the widow with the crowd, my Quanzhen Seven Sons will not be able to go down the mountain together!" ”

After Yan Kang looked at it, a middle-aged Taoist with long eyebrows flashed in front of Qiu Chuji and reached out to probe Qiu Chuji's pulse.

This person has delicate facial features, but there is a pride between his eyebrows, which is very different from Ma Yu.

Qiu Chu's hand flipped over, blocking the hand of this person, and laughed and said: "I am really famous, who dares to besiege my Qiu Chuji, senior brother, I am just careless, and there will always be a time to meet this person again in the future!" ”

After listening to this, Yan Kang secretly sweated, and muttered in his heart: There is a wrong, there is a debtor, Master, you have to go to Mei Chaofeng for revenge.

After Yan Kang was still muttering, he was pulled over by Qiu Chuji and said, "Kang'er, come and see your Uncle Danyangzi and Uncle Yuyangzi." ”

Later, the Qingxiu Taoist was the famous iron-footed fairy king Chu Yi, he saw Qiu Chuji say this, obviously he didn't want to ask himself, so he didn't say more, but said in his heart: Senior Brother Qiu must be too competitive, lose in the hands of the opponent, and don't want us to interfere. Anyway, since Senior Brother Qiu can return to Zhongnan Mountain safely, even if the martial arts of this pair are higher than those of Senior Brother Qiu, they are only a little stronger, and the more I practice my true martial arts, the stronger I will become, and Senior Brother Qiu will be able to defeat that opponent in the future.

Wang Chuyi's thoughts were the right way, but he didn't expect that the opponent who injured Qiu Chuji was next to him, and he was still smiling and saluting himself.

Wan Yankang first saluted Ma Yu, and then bowed in front of Wang Chuyi, and sang a big promise: "Hello uncle!" ”

As soon as Wang Chu had the heart to try Yan Kang's martial arts, he stretched out his hand to support it.

Wan Yankang subconsciously resisted, but thinking that Wang Chuyi must have no malice, he quickly collected a little bit of strength and stood up straight with Wang Chuyi's strength.

Wang Chuyi stared at Yan Kang twice, and said strangely: "My nephew is so handsome, but this internal force is ......" After speaking, Wang Chuyi looked at Qiu Chuji.

Qiu Chuji knew what Wang Chuyi meant, he waved his hand and said, "When everyone comes, it's not too late." So he found a futon and sat down first.

Ma Yu and Wang Chuyi didn't say anything more, and each sat down cross-legged on the futon.

Wan Yankang stood behind the fuselage at the mound and stood quietly.

Not long after, four more people entered Chongyang Palace one after another, and when Qiu saw that seven people had arrived, he asked the disciples in the palace to avoid it first and closed the palace door.

Before Qiu Chuji could make a sound, the only female crown among the seven people walked up to Yan Kang and looked at it carefully for a while, patted Yan Kang's head, and said with a smile: "This kid is really handsome, no wonder my stupid apprentice talks about it all day long." ”

This female crown is naturally the only female Taoist among the seven sons of Quanzhen, Sun Buji, the stupid apprentice she said is naturally Tian Xiaowan, Wan Yankang thought of Xiaowan's appearance every day, and he didn't feel a smile on the corner of his mouth.