"Master, is this Wudang?"

Chengang looked at the mountain path hidden between the lush greenery in front of him and the majestic mountains that were faintly visible across the mountain forest, and he said with some excitement.

Although this is not the case today, they have faded from their former glory.

But the light that belongs to the mountain in front of me still shines here.

It is a Taoist system that lasts for thousands of years, and it is a fantasy dream that carries a class of people chasing the breeze.

Sometimes, Chenoka will also look at the sword in his hand and fall into confusion.

Even his master, Long Daoren, has the ability to call the dragon from the tiger.

But the supreme hall that leads to the spiritual immersion of the practitioner does not reveal its mysteries to the people.

And after witnessing the death of his elderly grandmother, Chengang, who suddenly realized the horror of life and death, did not get rid of its cold steps as he wished.

Resisting death and pursuing detachment is not such a lofty goal.

In other words, it should be the most fanatical desire of every life.

When, a hundred years later, death is like a black fog pouring in little by little, what should I use to stop it?

Chenoka couldn't help but look at the sword in his hand.

Rely on it?

But no matter how sharp the blade is, it can only cut everything in this world.

It couldn't cut through the fear in its heart, and it couldn't split the cold death in two.

It's just that in the vague legend, on this mountain, there is a Taoist who has mastered the art of prolonging life.

Perhaps a long time ago, he also had a glorious and invincible name belonging to that era.

But with the passage of time, when more and more trendy and colorful things appear in front of people's eyes.

It is just the light of an era, and it will naturally be gradually forgotten.

Later, there was thunder like spider silk stretching through the sky, shaking thousands of miles!

A generation of legends passed away, and the Taoist took his own Taoist name: One.

Chengang didn't know the deep meaning of that trumpet, but somehow, he felt that it should be a sacrifice.

Perhaps, it is an expression of the autobiography of a lonely remnant from centuries ago......

"Exactly, put away the documents, and we will go up the trail so as not to disturb the tourists."

Long Daoren glanced at Chengang, who was a little absent-minded, and then said lightly.

Behind him, an iron cage was slowly opened.

Then, a huge head came out.

Just as it was about to come to a wave of tiger roaring forests, it seemed to think of something.

The already open mouth snorted a few times, then sneezed and closed.

Fortunately, this is not a tourist passage, so naturally no one has seen this colorful tiger.

Tigers are known to exhibit diametrically opposed postures when they are in different locations.

Tigers that are active in this world can probably be divided into three categories according to the location of their activity:

Circuses, zoos, mansions and forests.

The dragon Dao man glanced at it and didn't say anything.

It took a lot of effort to transport this guy from Longhu Mountain.

This is also the reason why he is not good at handling, otherwise it would not be so troublesome.

"If you understand the art of treading clouds, you won't suffer like this."

Long Daoren thought about it, and still said to the tiger behind him.

"Hoo ......"

The tiger exhaled, indicating that he had heard.

Soon, however, a puff of turbidity was discharged.

Come to think of it, those words also left with the turbidity......

Long Daoren's face twitched slightly, and this tiger protected him when he was young.

In those chaotic days, he lived with it.

Later, if it weren't for good luck, he subdued the dragon.

As a natural alien, the dragon is naturally much more powerful than this tiger in the Wuthering Mountains.

But even so, the Dragon Dao people have not abandoned it.

It sustained the first half of his life, and now, it's his turn......

They are old friends, more like relatives.

It's just that this guy is getting more and more lazy when he gets old, and the Long Dao people are also weak.

After all, it is a tiger, and it is not easy to be able to do it today......

Although the world calls me a dragon man, I have never forgotten my name as a dragon and tiger......

Old fellow, can't you let me be left with only the dragon's name......

Thinking about things, the twists and turns of the mountain road seem to be a little less flavorful.

Since it is mountaineering, it is naturally not like last time, and it comes directly by the wind.

Turning a corner, there was a pavilion, and a group of Taoists were standing in the middle of it waiting.

However, a group of people is in between.

The dragon man glanced around, and soon, he saw an orange cat nested on the lawn between the pavilions......

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They are all cultivators, so naturally there are not so many secular rituals.

After a brief exchange, the pair went straight to the point.

"Dragon Tiger Mountain, Chengang."

"Don't be nervous, let's just learn from each other."

Chengang said with a smile at the little Taoist priest Yu Xing in front of him.

He was a few years older than Yu Xing, so he appeared taller.

In fact, swordsmanship is not the way to defeat the enemy for Chenoka.

It's just that Chengang, who has some hidden worries in his heart, still practiced his sword skills hard.

After all, when dealing with people, there are many situations where swords are better than talismans......

"Wudang, Yu Xing."

Yu Xing glanced at Chengang with some restraint.

When he was sharpening his martial arts, he naturally had no shortage of experience.

But representing Wudang on the field is something he has never experienced.

He originally came to Wudang to practice martial arts, but later found out that he came to the wrong place......

After practicing qi, I met Senior Brother Orange Cat again.

After some comparison, the little Taoist priest Yu Xing felt that he was probably the so-called onlooker Yunyun in the book.

What's more, this is not the chaotic era of the past.

He learned the sword and practiced the qi, but he only had some joy in his progress.

As for what he could do with it, or what he wanted to do, Yu Xing didn't think about it deeply.

He just loves ......

I like to sit alone in the mountains at the intersection of the sun and the moon......

I like to hold a long sword and dance the romance of silver light on the lonely edge......

Love the mountains and the tranquility......

I like to be away from the world......

This world doesn't need a hero to eliminate violence and peace, but there is one more young man in the mountains.

When the heart is surging, the mana naturally flows upward.

The little Taoist priest Yu Xing held his sword, and he began to gradually like this feeling.

I just hope that I don't lose too badly......

"I'm a few years older than you, and I've practiced swords for a few more years, but I can only barely be called proficient, so it's up to you to take the lead."

Chengang looked at Yu Xing not far away and said with a smile.

Then the two of them stood and saluted under the guidance of the division commander.

Then, Chengang saw a clear glow coming towards him!

Grass (a plant)?

In an instant, countless thoughts came to Chenoka's mind.

But under the guidance of instinct, the body quickly opened the package in his hand, and then skillfully pasted a charm on the sword......

On the other side, the orange cat, who originally felt a little bored, was a little interested when he saw this......