Whoever has the world's fame, the mountains and rivers are nothing more than that.

As one of the famous Taoist holy places in China, the significance of Wudang itself in martial arts seems to be less well known.

Zhang Sanfeng of the Ming Dynasty one-handed Tai Chi Kung Fu, founded the Wudang School, derived the sword intention fist intent, and then divided into the north and south Tai Chi in later generations, most of them have been reduced to flower shelves, I don't know when, the believers who went to Wudang began to only burn incense to visit, the mountains have passed for thousands of years, and the art of Tai Chi is like the raccoon fairy in the mirage of a high-rise building, ethereal and difficult to find.

Zhao Qianjia is an orphan who was picked up by the old man's master and returned to the mountain, and has not come down the mountain for more than 20 years.

The master and apprentice are self-sufficient in the depths of this majestic and beautiful Wudang, occasionally going up the mountain to practice or chopping wood, and they can chat a few words when they see the brothers in the Taoist temple on the mountain.

Zhao Qianjia is familiar with them, and he can do one and a half moves, but he can't play a sword.

The master said that he has three souls into the world, and his congenital foundation is thin, and where the sword is heavier than chivalrous, it is not beneficial to him, unless it is the sword of the Son of Heaven born with the will of the people, otherwise Zhao Qianjia will not want to take a sword in this life.

Zhao Qianjia didn't believe the master's foolish rhetoric, he was not sick or sick, which one had a weak innate foundation? What the hell is the entry of the three souls into the world, the old man kept silent, saying that you know and I know, and I don't even let it know, and it is no good to say too much.

At this time, Zhao Qianjia just pouted, when he was a child, the old man sharpened a wooden sword for him, Comrade Xiao Zhao didn't take a few glances when he got his hand, a mouthful of old blood spurted out, and then fell unconscious, the old man buried the blood-stained wooden sword under Zhao Qianjia's bed, and never took it out again, Zhao Qianjia has only grown up to this day.

The master threw him a copy of "Two Words", which began with the sentence "If you have to be free, why die, only envy the people of Li and not the emperor". This book, Zhao Qianjia has been reading it for 20 years, but he doesn't know where it comes from, the Taoist scriptures are 5,000 volumes, he has flipped through them, and none of them have mentioned "Two Words".

The old man taught him to read and write, all of which were strange ancient books, of unknown origin, but there were often excellent and wonderful sentences, which were thought-provoking. "I don't know the suffering of the country for thousands of years, and I cry blood to the hearts of the people", Zhao Qianjia doesn't know what kind of experience this kind of poetry corresponds to, one by one seems to be good and not righteous, like evil and not evil, there is a little deviant meaning, but people are powerless to refute.

Every time like this, Zhao Qianjia would be in a trance. The records of the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, Tang Dynasty and Song Ancestors are the most inspirational things, I wonder if these high-ranking founding emperors also have these obscure shadows in their hearts?

The old man was very pleased with this kind of pity in his heart, and he often said that this thing is the most wonderful coincidence in the world, and it is something that can only be born with a probability of less than one, so you should be in awe!

Zhao Qianjia is not good at fighting, killing and killing, but he can be in awe of living beings, and he understands it as soon as he hears it.

For going down the mountain, Zhao Qianjia doesn't care, he just doesn't want to leave the old man, he doesn't want to do it from the bottom of his heart, the old man always likes to touch Zhao Qianjia's head, and says then you wait for me to die and go down the mountain, Zhao Qianjia said Okay, I will go down the mountain when you die, and when I am old, I will come here to wait for death, and go down to find you.

The old man was still dead after all, lying on the bed in the grass hut without life.

Zhao Qianjia stared at the old man's sleeping face peacefully, and refused to move for a long time, and the master of Wudang came to condole, saying that the old man had lived to this day and was dying.

So Zhao Qianjia didn't cry, scrubbed his master, changed into refreshing clothes, and buried the old man with the Taoist brothers.

The master of the temple wore a strip of white cloth around his head and invited Zhao Qianjia to return to the Taoist temple with himself.

Zhao Qianjia shook his head and refused, now in this Wudang Mountain, no one buries the sword for himself to nourish his soul, no one gives him new books and ancient books, no one touches his head and chatters, the old man goes, he and his agreement, it's time to count.

Standing in front of the old man's grave, the Guan Master sighed, and said, "Qianjia, since your master ordered you to go down the mountain, I can't stop it. But do you know what it means to go down the mountain with self-martial arts?"

Zhao Qianjia shook his head blankly.

"Wudang, with martial arts, is to rule the world Xuanyue, the master of killing. The Guan Master put his hands behind his back, looked at the foot of the mountain in the distance, and said: "You are not a disciple of Wudang, but since you are from my Wudang Mountain, you should follow the rules of Wudang and the constraints of the world on us." ”

Zhao Qianjia asked suspiciously, "Constraints?"

The viewer nodded and said, "Yes, restraint." ”

"My generation of cultivators, do not appear in the eyes of mortals, do not interfere in mortal affairs, this is constraint. There is an ancient and powerful organization that has been running through history and has enforced this constraint, and it is called the Forbidden Immortal Alliance. ”

He glanced at Zhao Qianjia and said, "I am also one of them, and after you go down the mountain, you will also be included in the Forbidden Immortal Alliance." ”

Zhao Qianjia was silent, he was reluctant to sell himself to any organization, but after leaving Wudang, he had no relatives, where could he go?

Seeing him like this, how could he not know what was in his heart? sighed lightly, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "This is the fate of my generation of cultivators, I have no choice, I was like this back then, and you are the same now. ”

"What kind of organization is this Forbidden Immortal Alliance?" Zhao Qianjia asked.

The contemplator thought for a moment and said, "It is a great and mysterious organization. ”

"Its antiquity can be traced back thousands of years ago, during the period of the first emperor of the ancient Qin Dynasty. At that time, hundreds of schools of thought contended, and the likes of alien cultivators were countless, powerful and unruly, bringing many troubles and even disasters to the people in the world. ”

"The Forbidden Immortal Alliance aims to restrain these strong men and return the world to a bright and just one. ”

Zhao Qianjia was stunned and said, "Sounds good?"

The contemplator smiled bitterly and said, "For the common people, it is naturally a good thing, but for us, it is no different from shackles, and don't forget that we ourselves are one of the objects of its constraints. ”

Zhao Qianjia nodded, from the few words of the Viewer's explanation, he had already felt the strength of the Forbidden Immortal Alliance, and... its own contradictions and persistence.

How can such a self-contradictory organization inherit the flame for thousands of years and still fulfill its responsibilities?

The Guan Lord had already drifted away, and his voice came: "Qianjia, go down the mountain, go to the Forbidden Immortal League to report." Bring a wooden sword, that's your token, remember, you can only memorize, you can't carry it, remember!"

Zhao Qianjia saluted from afar to say goodbye, turned his head to look at the lonely grave in front of him, and was a little stunned.

Naturally, he would not be afraid of the old man's grave. After 20 years of admiration, if the master can really die and leave his soul, Zhao Qianjia wants to see each other again. There are thousands of soul-nourishing techniques, and the method of burying the sword with one hand alone has made him disease-free for twenty years, and he naturally knows that the old man is not an ordinary person, and these books are not ordinary over the years.

Twenty years of Wudang, twenty years of landscape. Every grass and tree on this mountain, Zhao Qianjia is familiar with it, and now that there is no old man, he has no thoughts, carrying the ancient books of the wooden sword, and then looking back, he just glanced at it briefly, stepped on the grass and walked through the forest, and then went down to Wudang.

There is no wind and clouds changing color, there is no lightning and thunder, Zhao Qian's family is down the mountain and there is any vision caused by it, only the viewer who stands in the view, looks up at the sky, and thinks to himself: "Chivalry violates the ban with martial arts, how can immortals not use the law to troubled the times? And on that day, see who can obey whom!"