The mountains are high and the air is fresh, and the trees that are more than 100 years old are lush and green. The old skin on the thick trunk is uneven, and the vicissitudes of life are full of vigorous charm. Without artificial carving and trimming, it winds into the sky, like a dragon rising from the ground.

The mountain road winds and stretches into the clouds, but it still can't stop people's enthusiasm for the holy place. Surrounded by white mist, I don't know if it's in the clouds or in the fog.

Antique pavilions, earth-and-stone walls, and bronze gates that glow with perennial touch. All of them are old objects that are old, and they are priceless things when they are taken down the mountain, but none of these tourists in Wuyang and Wuyang casually hide them for themselves, and no one dares to steal them at will. One of the four holy places of martial arts, it is not just famous.

Muzi and the poor boy had a smooth trip. After talking to the porter about their intentions, it didn't take long for two porcelain doll-like Taoist children to pick up Muzi and the others. Lead them to the inner gate of Wudang, the most authoritative peak, the dojo of Zhang Qifeng, the head of Wudang." ”

Waiting for Yunfeng is a place favored by heaven and earth, standing at the foot of the mountain, you can see a cloud shaped like a yin and yang fish, half black and half white in the middle of the "S" shaped division, perennial stop at the top of the cloud peak. On a sunny day, the white half is more holy than the other clouds, and the black half is still black.

When the thunderstorm occurs, the white is still holy, and the black half is much darker than the dark clouds. This phenomenon has naturally attracted countless celebrities and self-proclaimed experts to study and explore. The two civilizations have passed, and the reason has never been understood, and it has become an unsolved mystery.

When he saw Zhang Qifeng for the first time, Mu Zi was quite surprised, and his silver hair on his shawl fell to his shoulders like a waterfall. In a world where short hair is the mainstream, men with long shawls are called weird. Zhang Qifeng is one of these people, but no one says that he is weird, but that he is a fairy wind bone.

The long beard and long eyebrows are all silver, the eyebrows fall to the corners of the eyes, and the long beard flows to the chest, neatly arranged and neatly hanging, without the slightest sloppy feeling. The complexion is ruddy, the heavenly court is plump, the skin is lightly moisturized, firm and elastic, without the slightest fine lines. Wearing a neat white robe. It has nothing to do with the legendary 500-year-old.

The place to be entertained is a quaint wooden loft. Sitting in the north and facing south, it is built on the mountain. As soon as you enter the door, on the back wall opposite the door, there is a portrait of an old man, whose temperament is much more magnificent than Zhang Qifeng, as if it is the style of a Taoist real person.

Under the portrait is a rosewood table, next to which two rosewood chairs are placed. Zhang Qifeng sat on the chair on the left, carefully looking at the two teenagers standing in front of him.

As if he had taken a closer look, he stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Old man Huo has said hello, not to mention Old Man Huo's face, just the courage and integrity of the two of you are not afraid of power, and dare to sacrifice your spirit, and the old man can't turn a blind eye." ”

Zhang Qifeng hesitated for a moment, and suddenly changed his words: "However, although the martial arts are now letting go of their prejudices, they all disclose their own martial arts, which has prompted the emergence of a prosperous era in the martial arts world." However, the martial arts that are open are all introductory paths, and some other sects are familiar with the martial arts, and what really presses the bottom of the box is still secret. This is also an unspoken rule that various sects know. ”

"You two are not core disciples of Wudang, you can only teach you some simple martial arts methods, if you learn it well, you can delay the life span of Xiaoyou surnamed Fang for ten years. Looking at his complexion, I should be studying the Heart Sutra of Buddhism, and the five-year life span of the Heart Sutra can extend his life by about 15 years. ”

After finishing speaking, Zhang Qifeng stopped speaking and quietly watched the changes in the two.

For Fang Qinghan, living one more day is earned, let alone fifteen years. After hearing this, he bowed and thanked him without thinking: "Junior, thank you for your help, you can also travel to many famous mountains and historic sites in fifteen years, and appreciate the customs and customs of various places, which is enough for this life." ”

Taoism pays attention to non-action, and this non-action is not to do nothing, but to be an ordinary self, maintain a calm mind, and not be competitive. Don't rush for quick success, everything goes with the flow. The words of the poor boy were in line with the Taoist concept of inaction, and Zhang Qifeng nodded with satisfaction after hearing it.

Mu Zi hesitated for a while, his brows furrowed slightly, there was a gap between this result and the result he wanted, but when he heard Fang Qinghan's words, he was also relieved. I understand that it is important to be alive, and it is even more important to live a wonderful life. I didn't say much more.

Seeing that the two had no objections, the old man nodded, instructed Dao Tong to take the two to the guest room to rest, and also told some words: "For example, starting tomorrow, there will be Wudang disciples who specialize in teaching Fang Qinghan Taoist Heart Sutra ---- Changqing Changjing Sutra." It takes about three months to teach, during which the two teenagers can wander around the inner gate of Wudang Mountain at will, and there is no need to worry about food and accommodation. ”。 After finishing speaking, he instructed Dao Tong to lead the two away.

Under the old man's serious temperament, he spoke some local dialects in the market, which surprised Muzi and the poor boy. For this brief meeting, the two teenagers did not feel that each other was indifferent or inappropriate. On the contrary, it is a little close.

If it weren't for Old Man Huo's big enough face, it would be more difficult for ordinary people to see the helmsman of the Four Holy Lands than to ascend to the sky. For ordinary people and others, cowhide can blow for a lifetime. The two teenagers understood the depths and were relieved. There is not the slightest blame for Wudang's harsh rules. Ten years is ten years. As for Master Xuanci, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, it can only be attributed to fate or cause and effect.

Since coming to the land of the end of the law, he can't practice Yuan Li and can't communicate with the Dao rules, so Muzi started to get up early in the morning to exercise and keep his body active. In order to increase the intensity of his activities, he ran out for morning exercises at about 3 o'clock in the morning every day when it was dark. In this way, you can save more time flipping through books to think about problems and find a way to climb Kunlun Mountain again.

When I was six years old, I left home and went back once, thinking about how I had not returned home for more than ten years to visit my parents, who were gradually entering the end of middle age. The more time passes, the deeper this longing becomes, some things can fade over time, and some things do become more and more profound over time. The longing for parents and loved ones is the latter.

Fang Qinghan's matter is generally settled, and after calming down a little, the emotions of longing will emerge on their own and cannot be suppressed. This also makes Mu Zi get up earlier and practice harder. All the time, in addition to eating and sleeping, is to exercise and consult ancient books.

The darkness receded and the light emerged, and in the early hours of the morning, night and day passed, and the dim sky and the fog in the mountains made it even more hazy. This is the time when sleep is at its sweetest. At this time, on the inner gate square of Wudang Mountain, figures were wearing white robes, neatly arranged to leave enough space between each other. In this hazy early morning, it is particularly eye-catching.

"Morning exercise begins" With a loud shout, everyone danced neatly, the slow movements were very coherent, and there was no pause in the slow flow of water. The seemingly weak spinning and swaying, between one collection and one shot, is indeed bursting out with a thousand powers. It's hard for ordinary people to see what's going on here. This is not the case with Muzi, who is watching from afar. With a shocked face, Fang Qinghan, who was accompanying him, was a little confused.

The more Muzi looked, the more curious he became, and the more he looked, the more frightened he became. Under the calm and watery movements, there are endless mysteries hidden. Overcoming the strong with the weak is mixed with the fierce and domineering, and it seems that in the lingering of overcoming the rigid with the soft, there is a faint balance of both rigidity and softness. I couldn't help but sigh secretly: "The holy land is not ordinary, and they all have their own housekeeping skills." The dark energy emitted by these people who were exercising in the morning in front of them was a fatal threat to their golden and iron-like bodies. Pull out a heads-up casually, I'm afraid you can easily crush yourself. ”

This is only the new disciple of the inner gate of Wudang. Taoism pays attention to inaction, not inaction, but not imposing. Therefore, they have developed a hobby of traveling in the mountains and rivers. Most of the disciples and some elders who started early ran out to be at ease. There are only a few left in the mountain gate.

Muzi was fascinated, and couldn't help but move his hands and feet together to follow the comparison, quite a little similar, and the poor young man next to him was not idle, and imitated according to the gourd painting, which looked like a god.

Zhang Qifeng, the head of Yunfeng, was far away, as if he could see through it in the dim and hazy early morning, staring at the position of the two stolen teenagers and nodding frequently.

The Double Ninth Festival in September takes its long-standing homonym to express respect for the elderly. Most of them worship their ancestors on this day. Wudang is no exception. Such a festival is particularly important, and the mountain gate is closed and refuses to be visited. Regardless of the inner gate or the outer gate, all the disciples gathered on a small hill behind the Wudang Sect Mountain, called Ancestral Mountain. The purpose of the trip is, of course, to pay tribute to the ancestors and remember the sages.

The ancestral mountain is the forbidden place of the Wudang faction on weekdays, and from a high altitude, the entire Wudang faction sits on large and small peaks, arranged in the shape of a yin and yang diagram. The isocloud peak is located at the center point of the yin-yang diagram, coupled with the yin-yang cloud on the top of the mountain, and the overall appearance looks like the structure of the yin-yang ring yin and yang.

The ancestral mountain is the only mountain located outside the yin and yang diagram, located in the rear of the transcendent above, as if it has been watching the mountain gate in front - the Wudang faction.

The ancestral mountain is lined with large and small tombs of sages, which were established from the ancient period of self-destruction of civilization to the Wudang faction that continues to the present day across two civilizations. has experienced ups and downs, glorious pasts, and bleak years. No matter how the mountain gate in front of us changes, the ancestral mountain has never changed. Large and small tombs are lined up, burying the sages who have made contributions to Wudang since the two civilizations.

Since the establishment of the sect, those who can be buried in this ancestral mountain are all those who have made outstanding contributions to the sect, or who have done earth-shattering things to martial arts or human beings. Even the heads of the past generations have not all been able to be buried here, which shows the extraordinary nature of this place.

There are also ancient rumors that the ancestral mountain is the foundation of Wudang's teaching, and it is also the first feng shui treasure of Wudang Mountain, and the ancestral mountain will exist forever in Wudang.

On this important day to pay homage to the ancestors, the disciples are not allowed to enter the inside of the ancestral mountain. All the disciples were uniformly dressed in light gray robes and gathered at the altar at the foot of the ancestral mountain.

Hundreds of people gathered here in silence, and Mu Zi and Fang Qinghan were also allowed to follow and watch. Hundreds of people lined up in solemnity*, each with their lips closed and none of them talking.

The hour was approaching, and Zhang Qifeng, the head of the house, slowly went to the altar, still wearing a white robe as white as snow, and his shawl was as silver as frost. The old man, accustomed to seeing strong winds and waves, walked to the altar with a steady pace.