Early in the morning of the second day of the thirty-fourth section, Wu Ming got up early in the morning and finished washing. When he was about to leave, Kong Laohan's wife ran out, and he had to eat a snack before leaving, so he had to hastily use red date porridge and eat two steamed buns. After such a delay, most of the people were awakened, and everyone went all the way to the bottom of the mountain before stopping.

Xiao Fei also followed everyone to see off Wu Ming, Wu Ming looked up at the holy mountain, and then glanced at everyone, "You all go back, I will do my best to come down and join everyone." Speaking of this, seeing Xiao Fei's appearance in the crowd that was about to speak and stopped, he added: "If Brother Xiao wants to leave, you can leave first and return to Kyoto as soon as possible, so that Lord Taiwei knows the bad news of Lord Lin as soon as possible." Alas! ”

After the attack of the Qinglu Mountain Range, everyone's hearts were panicked. Especially Xiao Fei, who has been sullen for the past few days, Wu Ming's original intention was to let him return to Kyoto with the large army as soon as possible, but Xiao Fei refused, and followed with the remaining dozen or so forward battalion warriors. He was probably still worried that Wu Ming would be assassinated, but if there was really a master that Wu Ming couldn't deal with, his role was limited.

Lin Yinghuan's death is confusing. However, in Wu Ming's opinion, even if this matter was done by Li Tie, the other party would categorically not admit it. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh, and in front of him, Lin Yinghuan's blushing face seemed to appear again, a generation of Shangshu, and his desire to go home and live in seclusion finally came to naught. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel gloomy in his heart.

Xiao Fei threw a grateful glance at Wu Ming, nodded, and turned around with the two martial artists and walked into the distance. Wu Ming looked at him with his head down, and he was also uneasy in his heart, and said loudly: "Brother Xiao, go all the way." Xiao Fei's footsteps paused, as if he wanted to turn around, but in the end he didn't say anything and strode away.

Bidding farewell to everyone, Wu Ming meandered all the way up along the bluestone-paved mountain road. Located in the southern suburbs of Kyoto, the Pine Pavilion has been called the sacred mountain by the sacred mountain, but the original name is no longer known. The holy mountain is steep, because of the closure of the mountain, the whole mountain road is uninhabited, Wu Ming went all the way, although he came through the country, compared to other people in this world who were propagandized, the influence of mythology was less, but after all, it was the first time to visit Cangsong Pavilion, but his heart was a little uneasy. After walking for a while, when he saw a slippery Taoist temple hidden in the pine and cypress, he thought to himself, and couldn't help but hesitate under his feet.

But it has come to this, and it is useless to think so much, he turned his heart sideways at the moment, just turned his head forward and strode away. Just as he was walking happily, he suddenly heard a familiar voice in his ears, and someone shouted: "Master Wu, Master Wu has been waiting for you for a long time, you are here." But there was joy in his voice that could not be hidden.

Wu Ming looked up and saw a person standing at the corner of the mountain road, smiling, beckoning to him, the person was standing upright in the wind, and the cold mountain wind blew, blowing his Taoist robe wrinkled like a pool of spring water. It's a bit of a dusty state. Such a handsome little Taoist priest is the same Mingzhen who had a relationship with Wu Ming last time in the Snow Mountain.

Wu Ming stepped forward, "Little Master Mingzhen, don't come unharmed." ”

Ming Zhenxu returned to the mountain gate, and his words were a little less naughty and a little more solemn. He raised a single palm and shook his head at Wu Ming: "Master Wu, lately, the master has been chattering every day, and we are all about to hear the cocoon, you are finally here." Although he didn't say anything, but between his words, there was a bit of blame, Wu Ming was blushing by him, but he didn't want to explain much, just said: "I've been busy lately, and I've been tired of the little master and the national teacher for a long time." ”

Ming Zhen had already climbed the stairs first, and when he heard the words, he just said in a muffled voice: "The ancestor is waiting for you at the Cangsong Pavilion on the top of the mountain, you come with me." ”

The origin of the faction of Cangsong Pavilion is precisely because of the pavilion on the top of the mountain, it is rumored that the advanced grandmaster of Gaozu was on the top of the mountain to watch the "pine waves, white clouds passing through the gap" and then had an epiphany, inspired and broke through in one fell swoop. This legend has been circulating among the people, and Wu Ming naturally knows it. It's just that after this pavilion arrived, it has become a holy mountain, and it is difficult for ordinary people to set foot in it. Wu Ming was taken aback, and he couldn't figure out how this wine Taoist priest was receiving him so seriously, but seeing Ming's true appearance, I am afraid that it would be in vain to ask. He had to suppress the doubts in his heart, and just hurried away.

The two of them are martial artists, and although this mountain road is steep, it is naturally extremely easy for them. Ming Zhen unleashed his foot strength with all his strength, walked for a while, turned his head and looked, and saw that Wu Ming was still following behind him unhurriedly, but his feet were like flowing clouds, and he never fell half a point, obviously he had spare strength.

He was already favored on the mountain, and when everyone saw it, they all said that he was the first genius after the master. Although the master uncle later rebelled out of the Cangsong Pavilion, everyone on the mountain knew that she and her ancestor were like a master and an apprentice and a Taoist couple, so most people didn't really blame her. Moreover, Master Bo is already a generation of grandmasters, and he can't compare with him. It's just that later the master saw Wu Ming, and when he came back, he said that he was far from him. After all, he was young and vigorous, and at this time, his competitive mind was aroused, and he immediately threw away the words explained by his ancestor to Jiuxiao, gritted his teeth secretly, and didn't say much, gathered all his true qi under his feet, pulled his feet and ran.

At a young age, he has already reached the fifth stage, and his light body kung fu has been pulled out by the wine Taoist, and he is not weak, this full force is really fast as a ghost, and even he can't help but be proud in his own heart. After running for a while, but there was no sound behind him, he secretly said in his heart: "Isn't it that he ran too fast, he couldn't keep up, and now there is no shadow?" Then the ancestor didn't blame me to death? With remorse in his heart, his feet slowed down, and he couldn't help but look back, and couldn't help but be shocked.

I saw that the other party was still following behind him unhurriedly, calmly and unhurriedly. Seeing that he turned his head, he smiled and said, "Little Master Mingzhen, is it almost there?" ”

Ming Zhen was angry and anxious, he rushed down with all his might, and his whole body was already steaming. Blown by the cold wind on the top of the mountain, it turned into a white mist when climbing, and the whole person seemed to be fished out of a steamer. As soon as he stopped at this time, all those white mist turned into sweat, and now it was not spring, the mountain wind was cold, and a gust of wind blew, and he couldn't help but shiver. looked at Wu Ming for a while, but he didn't know what to say.

He naturally couldn't hide such a little trick from Wu Ming, he smiled secretly in his heart, pointed to the front and said, "Little master, the front should be here, right?" ”

If you really want to compare your endurance with yourself, I'm afraid that except for a few grandmasters in the world, it will be difficult to make up the number of five fingers. Chixiao is in line with his own attributes, and once he exerts his full strength, the power of the earth inside will continue to come from the sword, which is equivalent to carrying an inexhaustible flush power by himself. This is really not clear, so I came to compete with myself for light skills, and if I was not tired to death, I would be angry to death.

Ming Zhen heard him ask, only then came to his senses, turned his head to look, and smiled a little unnaturally: "Ah, yes, yes, it's already here, it's so fast, Lord Wu, please come with me." After speaking, he straightened his robe, wiped the sweat on his face, muttered in his heart, adjusted his breath, and led Wu Ming up the stairs.

After walking along, a pine forest suddenly appeared in front of me. This pine forest is some years old, many pine trees have the thickness of hugging, pine needles like clouds, although it is the middle of winter, this place is still full of green. Wu Ming only felt relaxed, took a long breath and said, "It's really a fairy realm!" ”

Ming Zhen heard Wu Ming sigh, turned his head and smiled slightly: "My lord, now it is only the periphery of the pine forest, and the pine age inside is even older. He was so proud of his words that he seemed to have won back a city after this incident.

When I entered the pine forest, I vaguely saw the red wall and gray tiles, and there was even a small courtyard around it. When I walked to the door, I saw that there was a seal on the door of the Moon Cave with the words "Cangsong Pavilion". There are a few Longyou plum trees planted at the door, the branches are twisted like snakes, maybe the top of the mountain is extremely cold, the flowers are in full bloom, the dark fragrance floats in the yard, refreshing people's hearts. Ming Zhen pointed to an octagonal heavy eaves pavilion not far away and said, "The ancestor is waiting for you there." After speaking, he shook his head with one palm and slowly retreated.

The pavilion was built on a protruding rock at the top of the mountain, and it looked very dangerous. Far away, Wu Ming saw a Taoist priest standing in the pavilion with his hands behind his back, with his back to him, looking at the verdant mountains in the distance. Wu Ming didn't dare to slack off, tied his belt, straightened his clothes before he hit the ground, and said loudly: "After the end of the school, I entered Wu Ming and came to meet the national teacher." ”

The Taoist priest heard Wu Ming's shout, turned his head, looked Wu Ming up and down, and said with a slight smile: "The country has brought talents out, and each has been leading the way for hundreds of years. Sure enough, it's a young hero, alas, we're all old. "Between the words, the big is sluggish. After sighing, he said lightly: "Lord Wu doesn't have to be restrained, Lao Dao invites you to come up the mountain, just to explain some important things, not to receive a gift, just a casual thing." ”

His face is like a crown of jade, with starry eyebrows, and his long hair is shiny, but he has a bun, and only a pine hairpin is inserted in his hair. It is more chic and free, simple and simple. It's just that his face is full of vicissitudes. This contradictory feeling was mixed together, which made people feel a sense of awe in their kindness, Wu Ming was greatly heartbroken, and bowed again: "In this way, the younger generation is offended." ”

After speaking, he walked a few steps and stood still in the pavilion.

The wine priest waited for him to get closer, then turned around again, put his hands behind his back, and did not make a sound, just looked at the green mountains and white clouds in the distance.

It was too far away just now, and Wu Ming could only see that this pavilion was independent of the cliff, which was very abrupt. Standing in the pavilion at this time, I couldn't help but take a long breath, and I was speechless because of the magnificent scenery in front of me.

Under the dangerous rocks of this octagonal pavilion, there is actually a cliff. The white clouds rolled underneath, and I don't know how deep it was, and occasionally a gust of wind blew. These white clouds rose hastily from the valley, accumulating thicker and thicker, suddenly like an ocean, suddenly like the earth spreading the dust, and suddenly like the valley of snow. This cloudy silver sea, as if far away in the sky, and seems to be imminent, light and surging, paved and connected, changing more postures, wonderful.