Wudang Mountain, the ancient Shinto, two people climbed the mountain early in the morning. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Since Wudang closed the mountain three days ago, except for Wudang disciples, ordinary pilgrims can no longer enter the mountain to burn incense, and even the Taoist temples of other peaks no longer receive pilgrims.

The two of them walked slowly on the ancient bluestone stone steps of the ancient Shinto, walking side by side, one carrying a cyan long sword in his hand, and the other carrying a red long sword.

They did not wear the Taoist robes of Wudan Mountain, and the peachwood sword in their hands was not in their hands, walking on the ancient Shinto Road, leisurely and not impatient, not like pilgrims who go up the mountain to burn incense, nor like wicked people who want to come to the door to seek revenge.

On the Tianzhu Peak of worship in all directions, the door of Taihe Palace was closed, and the Taoist priests on Wudang Mountain seemed to all stay in their respective rooms to cultivate, and no one could see it, and the entire Wudang Mountain fell into a strange tranquility.

"What about after you go up the mountain?" Zeng Qingyi, who was carrying the red snow, reached out and plucked a withered yellow ginkgo leaf, and asked softly.

"I heard that there is an old thing on Wudang Mountain who is not too old, and if he can fight, he will give him a ride, and if he can't fight, he will live a few years less." Xu Mingyuan poked out the green frost, caught a fallen leaf with the hilt of his sword, looked at the fine veins on the withered yellow leaves, and said with a smile.

"Is there really a person in this world who has lived for hundreds of years?" Zeng Qingyi let go of the dead leaf in his hand and watched it float towards the top of the mountain, trembling, but flying towards the top of the mountain against the wind.

Xu Mingyuan raised his head and looked at the top of the mountain along the leaf, was silent for a while, shook his head and said, "That's just an old turtle, and it shrinks its head when it thunders." ”

said goodbye to Shi Yuexin and asked Liu Shaoqun to send Tang Xue back to Xie's house, Wen Yi and Zeng Qingyi left Jingzhou and went all the way north to Wudang Mountain.

On that day, at the martial arts conference, Wudang Mountain suffered heavy losses, and the masters in the sect were killed and wounded.

However, Xu Mingyuan obviously didn't let them go, and beat the water dog, just to prevent him from biting people again after he went ashore. And since he now has the capital to take revenge, there is no reason not to repay it.

The ancient Shinto Road was very long, and the two of them walked for most of the hour before reaching the top of the mountain.

However, for ordinary people, the mountain road that is tiring to climb the mountain is nothing, and for the two of them, they don't even sweat a drop.

The two did not enter the Taihe Palace, but went straight to the golden top.

Three days ago, the rolling thunder above the Golden Palace suddenly exploded, and more than a dozen martial arts masters with advanced Dao methods were wiped out on the spot.

The original golden palace was dyed black everywhere at this time, and even one of the eaves disappeared directly and was no longer symmetrical.

In front of the Golden Palace, on the potholed ground, at this time, there was an old Taoist in a white robe sitting cross-legged.

Lao Dao's hair is snow-white, his long beard under his chin is jet black, his face is a little old, but he is ruddy like a baby, and his deep eyes seem to have read all the vicissitudes of life.

This is a very strange Taoist who seems to be very old.

The two of them climbed the last stone staircase and looked at the old way.

Lao Dao's white right hand stretched out and pressed against a dead leaf in front of him, and a soft silver light emanated from his fingers, as if it was consuming the dead leaf.

It was a very ordinary golden ginkgo leaf, visible from the ancient Shinto.

But now floating in front of the old man, he made the old man treat him with a solemn face, just like a sharp sword.

Yes, this is a sword, Zeng Qingyi's sword.

She gently let go of the leaf on the ancient divine path, in fact, a sword had already been released, and the moment the two of them stepped on the top of the mountain, this leaf that had been accumulated for a long time also sent out Zeng Qingyi's strongest sword towards this old path.

"Looks like you were injured three days ago." Wen Yi looked at the old man, pursed his lips and said, the Qingshuang long sword in his hand suddenly came out of the sheath, and with a sword to the sky, it went straight to the chest of the old man.

The old man held one hand against the dead leaves, and the other hand also poked out, and the two fingers were pointed together as sword fingers, drawing a circle on his chest, and a deep Tai Chi appeared in front of him, blocking the front of Qingshuang. The finger pointed in the center of the Tai Chi, which also became a stalemate.

Wudang Golden Dome, there is an old way to sit in front of the Golden Palace, with one enemy and two.

Zeng Qingyi took a step forward, and then the red snow came out of the sheath.

============='m a bit short, well, and there will be more tomorrow. (To be continued.) )