When I woke up, it was already the Mid-Autumn Festival, and on this day Wudang was filled with a festive atmosphere, and the little disciples who went up the mountain to practice rarely reunited with their families throughout the year, and they had already regarded Wudang as their home in their hearts, and this Mid-Autumn Festival of Reunion became the most important festival of the year like Chinese New Year's Eve.

On this day, everyone had no intention of practicing, so they got up early in the morning and walked on their horses, and after breakfast, they went to their own masters to help arrange the dinner.

Li Cangxing also followed Chengguang to set up tables, chairs and benches for a long time, and also helped hang the portrait of the ancestor on the hall of Zixiao Palace. After a busy day, everyone was idle, and one by one they looked at the results of the sixty or seventy tables of banquets on the Zixiao Hall with satisfaction.

There are two or three hundred common brothers and uncles who go up the mountain to congratulate, and they have been going up the mountain one after another since the afternoon, plus the original three generations of disciples of Wudang, these four or five hundred people have packed the entire Zixiao Hall.

The junior disciples of Li Cangxing's generation were the lowest, and more than 40 people were divided into five tables and sat at the closest to the door. Everyone looked at the plates of roast chicken, wind duck, and braised pork on the table that exuded aroma and seduced the gluttonous insects in their bodies, and they all swallowed their saliva, imagining how to move quickly for a while, so as not to treat their five internal organs temple badly in this annual gluttonous feast.

At this time, I only heard someone shouting: "The head has arrived." ”

Regardless of the age of Wudang, the disciples below the second generation all left their seats and knelt down to greet the head of the sect, Xuan Chong. Li Cangxing also took the juniors and disciples at the table to kneel down together, Ying Changqi wanted to take the opportunity to steal two pieces of noodles, but Li Cangxing was swept away by Li Cangxing and secretly kicked him, so he reluctantly knelt down.

At this time, I saw a fairy wind dao bone, crane hair and childish face, and a medium-sized Taoist chief strode into the main hall with his head held high. Everyone said in unison: "Welcome to the master." ”

This Wudang head Xuan Chong is nearly eighty years old this year, and his cultivation has already been perfected, and Ziguang, Heishi, Chengguang, etc. are all his personal disciples. Half a year ago, he started his retreat and practice, and he didn't even participate in the ranking competition of the three generations of disciples the day before yesterday, so he specially calculated that he would go out of the customs today to participate in this annual Mid-Autumn Festival.

Xuan Chong glanced around the hall with satisfaction, walked to the portrait of the ancestor in the middle of the hall and the tablet of the head of the previous dynasties, and knelt down to kowtow to the master and the head of the previous dynasties.

After he got up, he made a xiangshang gesture with both hands and said, "Everyone get up." ”

Li Cangxing knelt on the ground for a long time, and he was really busy today, his legs and feet were sore, and he almost fell down.

At this time, I only heard Xuan Chong Dao Commander say: "Today's Mid-Autumn Festival, there is a major event that needs to be announced to the whole gang, that is, about the replacement of my Wudang head. His voice was not high, but the words penetrated into everyone's ears, and even the children sitting at the tables of the three generations of disciples sitting near the door could hear it clearly, and everyone secretly sighed at the strength of Xuan Chong's internal strength.

Xuan Chong paused for a moment and said, "After the deliberation of the elders of this sect, it was decided to confer the position of head of the sect with Ziguang, and I will be transferred to the elder of this sect according to the rules of the sect, and from then on I will retreat and cultivate, and no longer care about the mundane affairs of my sect. Ziguang, stepped forward to take over as the head token. ”

The matter of the Ziguang Daoist taking over as the head of the sect has been rumored in the sect for a long time, and everyone was not surprised when they heard it, but they were slightly surprised by the announcement on this occasion today, but Li Cangxing's heart was bright: the Mid-Autumn Festival is an annual grand event for lay disciples to return to the mountain, and it is even more justifiable to announce the handover of the head at this time.

Ziguang got up and left the table, knelt down in front of the portrait of the ancestor master, and bowed to Xuan Chong: "How can Ziguang be virtuous, accept this position, and ask the master to choose another master." ”

Xuan Chong said: "This matter is already a collegiate discussion of the elders of this faction, so you don't have to excuse yourself." After taking over as the leader, you need to abide by the rules of the gang and carry forward my Wudang. ”

Ziguang thanked Xuan Chong again, and respectfully accepted the token representing the authority of the head of the family with both hands, and although Li Cangxing was far away, he could also see that his hands were trembling slightly.

Everyone in the hall stood up and bowed their hands and congratulated in unison.

Then the dinner began, and the little disciples couldn't wait to be hungry for a long time, and they grabbed the meat to eat like wolves.

Li Cangxing looked at the juniors with a smile, and kept persuading everyone to eat slowly and not choke.

This meal lasted for more than an hour, and everyone left the table one by one with their round stomachs and walked behind their master, everyone knew that they were about to start distributing moon cakes.

Li Cangxing saw Mu Lanxiang standing behind Heishi winking at him playfully, and there was a burst of secret joy in his heart, and he silently said to himself: You must take the lotus paste moon cake in your hand and give it to the little junior sister.

The rule of Wudang has always been that disciples receive moon cakes according to their generations, first several elders of the first generation such as Xuan Chongguang took a piece each, and then the second generation of disciples led by Ziguang received it.

I don't know why, there are a lot of people who receive lotus paste mooncakes this year, and after the second generation of teachers and uncles have finished receiving them, there is only one piece of lotus paste mooncakes left, lying alone in front of all the mooncakes, which is particularly conspicuous.

Li Cangxing noticed that when several junior uncles went up to get it, Mu Lanxiang's eyes never left the lotus paste mooncake, and Zuihou went up to get it was Uncle Baiyun, he began to seem to be running for the lotus paste mooncake, and the little sister's tears almost fell, but he picked up the lotus paste mooncake, shook his head, put it down again, and changed it to a piece of bean paste, and Mu Lanxiang showed his smile again.

Seeing that it was his turn to pick these three generations of disciples, Li Cangxing proudly glanced at Mu Lanxiang, who was full of expectation, and walked straight towards the lotus paste mooncake, and the moment his hand touched the mooncake, he suddenly heard a voice: "Cangxing, stand down!" ”

Li Cangxing looked back, and it turned out to be Daoist Xuan Chong standing behind him, with a serious expression on his face, exuding an awe-inspiring and inviolable majestic momentum, which was like the kind and amiable old man in previous years.

The hall, which had been bustling just now, suddenly became silent, and even the sound of a needle tip falling to the ground could be heard.

Each of the little disciples lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at Xuan Chong. A chill rose from the bottom of Li Cangxing's heart, his hands and feet were cold, his mouth was dry, from childhood to adulthood, only the last time he heard Chengguang say that if he didn't rush the acupoint properly, he would go crazy, and he had a fight with the current feeling.

Li Cangxing retracted his hand, put the moon cake back, bowed his head to Xuan Chong, and retreated behind Chengguang, suddenly finding that the master's hand behind his back was also trembling slightly.