On the small lotus peak of Wudang Mountain, there is a simple but elegant courtyard.

A young man with a delicate face sat cross-legged on a rattan futon, his face full of sadness that should not belong to this age.

The young man Wei Yun sighed, reached out and grabbed the tea cup on the low table in front of him and drank it all.

The boy doesn't know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor, and worry about the new words.

I used to like a word, but now it seems to be complete.

The sorrow has nothing to do with age, it's completely an experience of seeing.

In just half a year, a carefree literary teenager deeply understands the taste of sorrow.

Raising his hand, he fiddled with an old-fashioned gramophone beside him, and the ethereal sound of the piano sounded.

Of course, the gramophone is just a formality, and the audio of the system is varied, as long as you are willing to spend money, up to the tin horn, down to the concert-level sound system. There is only a difference in appearance, and the top sound quality is guaranteed.

"Hey, it's worthy of the Daoyin Fairy Zhuang Die, the first person in the player's rhythm. The sound of this piano is clear and transparent, and it surrounds the beam for three days. Uncle Wang's path is also wild enough, and this kind of treasure-level platinum version can be obtained. It's a pity, if you listen to a song live, you will have no regrets. ”

A white and chubby little hand grabbed the teapot on the low table and refilled the tea for Wei Yun.

"Master, you are also the walking of our Wudang, the status of the rivers and lakes is one of the best, can't you even see Fairy Zhuang?"

Wei Yun grabbed the teacup and smashed it, there was something wrong with it.

It's strange, it stands to reason that the tea supplied by this master is already the best on the market, why is it not as good as Uncle Wang's tea. Does drinking tea really depend on the artistic conception?

"Hey, little treasure. Fairy Zhuang is a master of music and rhythm, and he has always seen the beginning but not the end. It is rare for ordinary people to see it. Jianghu people say that there is Zhuang Dieqin in the south and Yixiu dance in the north, but unfortunately, I can only enjoy these audio-visual videos. ”

A white and tender, eleven or twelve-year-old little doll, tilting her head like a little adult.

"Why? Master. Aren't they all still there? There is a meeting in the rivers and lakes, as long as you put your mind to it, you will definitely be able to find it. ”

"Zhuang Xianzi is one of Wang Qing's closest comrades-in-arms in Kunlun, and the owner of Yixiu Fang is Wang Qing's sister and sister of Wang Qing's daughter-in-law. We Wudang just occupied someone's house, do you think they will give me a good look? Or will you meet me? ”

The child's chubby face was twisted together.

Seeing this, Wei Yun said angrily and funny.

"The little fart has so much thought, if he has something to say, he will suffocate it again."

The child swallowed, straightened up, and said with a serious face.

"Master, I think the sect did something wrong this time."

"Oh? What's wrong? ”

"The way of true martial arts, the way of stopping fighting. The brave are fearless, and the benevolent are invincible. I Wudang, save my colleagues in danger, fearlessly face strong enemies, and can be called a brave word. But occupying people's foundations and taking advantage of the void has lost the word benevolence. This is not the way of true martial arts. The courage to draw the sword fearlessly against the enemy, and the benevolence of the sword into the sheath in time is the road of true martial arts. ”

Wei Yun touched the child's head dotingly.

"Xiaobao said it really well, it seems that he has read the Taoist treasure well. Next time, I will go back to see Uncle Wang and take you with me. Don't look at Uncle Wang's weak body and can't practice martial arts. But he read through the Daozang, and his understanding of the Tao is far beyond ordinary people. ”

After speaking, he sighed in a low voice.

"It's a pity, the current Wudang is not the Wudang in my mind."

After Xiaobao's interruption, Wei Yun's mood improved a lot. The master and apprentice quietly drank tea and listened to music. Let him go after a few days of distraction, and keep the moment of tranquility.

Xiaobao is Wei Yun's newly recruited apprentice and is an NPC.

Wei Yun, as a disciple of Wudang's inner sect, had the qualification to accept apprentices very early. However, this qualification is purely for the player. Players will not be willing to be relegated to the younger generation, and worship players as teachers. As for accepting NPCs, Wang Qing's special case is really rare. There are so many players, and the resources are so little, it is not enough to strengthen yourself, how can you have the heart to play the cultivation game.

Besides, unlike the way the player dies, it's also prohibitive.

Wei Yun was under great mental pressure during this time, but found that both the NPC's division commander and the fellow player's brother seemed to be not in the same channel as him, and he had nowhere to talk. If it weren't for the fact that there was a bookstore Uncle Wang who became a New Year's friend with him, listened to the confides, and gave more enlightenment, he might not be able to hold on.

Xiaobao is a war orphan who met by chance after leaving Uncle Wang's bookstore two months ago.

Although the little guy is not big, he is mature and smart.

Maybe it's fate, maybe it's like the song says, I confirmed the eyes, I met the right person. Wei Yun was impulsive, and he felt that it was not bad to accept an apprentice. In addition to Uncle Wang, there is one more person who is willing to listen to his chatter.

It's just that after going through a set of complicated procedures, confirming the acceptance of apprentices, and opening the master-apprentice panel, Wei Yun was still a little taken aback.

The qualification of a master is already the limit of human beings. The most critical is also an accompanying training task "Ladder to the Sky". It is required to train disciples to the first-class, and the Tao will be fruitful.

This is a treasure found. However, this did not make Wei Yun too excited, but it was Xiaobao's pure and innocent childlike innocence and ability to comprehend the Tao that gave Wei Yun a warm sun in the most difficult days.

To put it mildly, it was Wang Qing's enlightenment and Xiaobao's warmth that made Wei Yun still maintain a delicate Taoist heart under such heavy pressure. What Wang Qing has been worried about all the time is overwhelmed, the Dao heart is lost, and the heart does not exist and does not come true.

However, since the qualifications are so good, Wei Yun has no reason to waste. Not only does he pass on what he has learned, but he also does not slack off in the supply of resources. He has a different status now, and he has a lot of money, and the leakage of the fingers of a generation of European emperors is enough to make ordinary players exclaim, not to mention cultivating with all his might.

Although it is still a short time, Xiaobao has already shown amazing potential.

On the seventh day of the ninth month, there are two more days.

Wudang Mountain has begun to prepare for the ceremony as usual.

It's just that a faint layer of dark clouds is permeating the hearts of everyone in Wudang.

The True Martial Arts Immortal Ceremony is one of the most important ceremonies in Wudang every year, especially in recent years, with the improvement of Wudi's position and strength, the role of the canon is particularly important. It is an important way for Wudang to accept congratulations from all over the world and show its strength.

Wang Qingxuan's day really made the teeth of Wudang's high-level hate.

Representatives of various forces also gradually gathered in Wudang Mountain.

The mountain rain is about to come, and the strange attitude of the representatives of all parties also puts great pressure on Wudang.

Especially Kunlun.

In the past, this kind of activity was responsible for the external affairs of the Yuanyang Upper Court.

But this time, the Kunlun leader was the person Wudang didn't want to face the most, the first Dao Stone real person in Kongtong Upper Courtyard.

Pressure, naked pressure. Even if 10,000 divine beasts were galloping in the hearts of the people in Wudang, they had to greet each other with a smile.

Half-step Grandmaster, this one of the Heavenly Ninja Sect Leader Ye Chen's battles has completely established his martial arts status. The generation that Kunlun used to shock the rivers and lakes finally showed its sharp fangs again.

The huge Wudang has no half-step grandmaster, which is also a secret pain in the hearts of everyone in Wudang. If the soldiers can't form a formation, the martial arts are not grandmasters, and they can only rely on a few sets of formations to support the scene.

The ninth day of the ninth month of September, Double Ninth Day.

In the middle of the mountain, on a protruding boulder.

Wang Qing slowly collected his strength and refined a purple qi. It was past the frosty late autumn, and the mountain wind brought a chill. But it couldn't lower the fighting spirit rising in Wang Qing's chest at all.

Sect, sect, an unattainable existence in the hearts of players. Today's single sword is not only the injustice in the heart, but also a shackle in the heart.

Wang Qing came by himself, and although his family was extremely opposed, he did not stop it too much.

This kind of blatant mountain worship, although it is difficult to win or lose, but there is generally no fear of life. Both sides will try their best to refrain from winning or losing. It is not a life-and-death enmity, it will not easily provoke human life, and it will deepen hatred in plain terms.

A crane chirped through the mountain stream.