Three years of time passed in a flash, and Xiao Jiang walked on the way down the mountain Xia Shu sighed a lot, three years ago he could only fist and foot kung fu at the moment he has deep internal strength, almost tons of bronze giant tripod can also be shaken, looking at it with the eyes of the sky, the blood is vigorous like a torch in the dark night, blazing, ordinary ghosts three miles away to see have to retreat.

This surging spirit also led to the growth of Maoshan mana in Xia Shu's body, as long as he reached the level of righteous magic, breaking through the Heavenly Master Realm was just around the corner, after all, it was a magic martial art and cultivation.

The last one who cultivates both the law and the martial arts is the legendary Yan Chixia, who is a swordsmanship, and the achievements in the spell are even more incredible.

Because whether it is drawing talismans or casting spells, it consumes the essence and spirit, and in the face of the profound demon and ghost Maoshan Warlock's mana can only force out the essence and blood after the mana is exhausted.

The damage to his body is great, so Xia Shu has only used it once before, and if he uses it too much, he will lose his life, even if Xia Shu doesn't use it much now to worry about lifespan, but since there is a way, why not directly avoid this kind of wear and tear on the body!

Walking down the mountain in the bustling market, looking at the crowd coming and going, Natsuki suddenly had a feeling of being in a different world, maybe only a traveler would have such a feeling, although the age of the body was perfectly fixed two years ago, but counting the time spent in other worlds before, now Natsuki has passed the age of standing.

Maybe in a few more worlds, his real age will be older than his cousin, and Natsuki feels a little embarrassed when he thinks of this, but this is the norm for traversers.

Coming to the place to sell livestock in the east of the market, Xia Shu wanted to buy another horse, although he learned Wudang's light skills and ladders, but walking the rivers and lakes is still indispensable for a horse, whether it is to cover people's eyes or to ride Xiao Jiang, the horse he rode to Wudang Mountain three years ago is already a little old, so he stayed directly on the mountain.

"Squeak~~"

Xiao Jiang, who was walking on his back, patted Xia Shu's shoulder and pointed to an old man holding a donkey in the stall next to him.

"What? Little ginger, do you want to ride a donkey? ”

"Squeak!"

Seeing Xiao Jiang nodding Xia Shu didn't expect him to be interested in donkeys, but didn't he buy livestock just to ride for Xiao Jiang, he took out a few pieces of broken silver Xia Shu and bought this donkey, and Xiao Jiang on his back jumped on the donkey's back at once, not to mention how sweet the smile on his face was, he definitely hadn't heard the song I have a little donkey.

However, other people's little donkeys dare to throw their owners all over the mud, Xiao Jiang, a big donkey, can be as obedient as a rabbit, after all, it is a zombie who is carrying a serious child, and a donkey who shows a little bit of anger has to obey it.

Holding the reins Xia Shu walked in front, the donkey carried Xiao Jiang and walked behind, and the group slowly went in the direction of Zhongnan Mountain, the legendary tomb of the living dead is on Zhongnan Mountain, Xia Shu does not need to be in a hurry at all.

"Let's go!"

A group of monks and nuns with swords and masks came from far away from the street, looking very difficult to provoke, and the people and passers-by who set up stalls automatically retreated to both sides, and they already had a set of strategies to deal with these martial arts people, that is, to hide away, so as not to get into trouble.

Are these people people from Emei? There were monks and nuns in the martial arts who had such a big momentum, except for the Emei faction Xia Shu, who couldn't think of anyone else, but I saw that among the approaching bhikshunis, there was a woman who was covered with a light veil and exuded a dusty temperament.

Who can it be if it's not Zhou Zhiruo?

I didn't expect to meet this green tea here, compared with Zhou Zhiruo, who has a complex character in the original book, she was completely portrayed as a green tea in the movie, and as soon as she went to Wudang Mountain, she and Song Qingshu and a group of people colluded with each other, framed Zhang Wuji, and then directly plotted against him on the top of the light.

Such women have beautiful skins, but their hearts are like snakes and scorpions, which people don't like at all.

"Stop!"

When the group passed by Xia Shu, Zhou Zhiruo, who was in the middle, suddenly raised her hand and shouted to stop, only to see her cross the monks and nuns next to her and come to Xia Shu.

Sure enough, no matter how handsome the man hides his figure, it will be useless, and the sky-high domineering spirit betrayed him early, but if Zhizhi stops what to do this week, it will be impossible to fall in love with him at first sight!

"Dare to ask if this senior brother is a disciple of the Wudang Sect?"

The soft voice came from behind the veil, Zhou Zhiruo's big black eyes looked at Xia Shu curiously, and he saw this combination of big and small in the crowd from a distance, I heard that Song Yuanqiao, the eldest disciple of Wudang Zhang Sanfeng, has a son named Song Qingshu under his knees, which is the hand of the three generations of disciples of Wudang, although it is a little unworthy of the earthy donkey beside him, but Zhou Zhiruo feels that it must be Song Qingshu Song Gongzi who has such a temperament.

"Poor Dao is a disciple of Maoshan, and the girl may have recognized the wrong person."

It seems that this Zhou Zhiruo thought that he was a member of the Wudang faction when he saw that he was wearing a Taoist robe, so he came up to put it on.

"Then may I ask this senior brother how much distance there is from Wudang Mountain!"

Sure enough, when Xia Shu said this, Zhou Zhiruo's voice was not as enthusiastic as before, she was really a powerful woman.

"There are two roads two or three miles past this town, and you can keep going to the right one!"

"Thank you, senior brother, for your advice!"

Watching Zhou Zhiruo leave with everyone, Xia Shu nodded, he deliberately pointed out a wrong path to these people just now, to go to Wudang Mountain, they should take the road on the left, and the road on the right leads directly to the Yatou Mountain, which is known as "Little Wudang", I don't know what kind of expression they will have when they find out that they have taken the wrong road.

There is no intersection, it is clear that Xia Shu is not good at teaching Zhou Zhiruo this woman, but it is still no problem to add some blockage to her, so the idea can be reached.

Ended this little episode, led the donkey, Xia Shu continued to rush to the direction where Zhongnan Mountain was located, the vicissitudes of life, the Quanzhen Sect, which was famous all over the world in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" and "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", also experienced a process of prosperity and decline, and by the end of the Yuan Dynasty, only the Quanzhen Dao was heard, and the Quanzhen Sect was no longer the name of a martial arts sect, and the once prosperous martial arts had also declined to the extreme.

Shaolin Temple standing on top of Songshan Mountain is the other extreme, rising and falling, this ancient temple has not fallen for thousands of years, martial arts has flourished so far, Jin Yong's martial arts are almost indispensable in the figure of Shaolin Temple, perhaps it is the most correct way to close the mountain gate and not ask about the world when the dynasty changes!

One faction can't stop the change of dynasties, the huge Quanzhen Sect is gone, and the Quanzhen Swordsmanship, Innate Gong, Tiangang Beidou Array, these familiar martial arts skills of Xia Shu have all been lost in history.

It's a pity that most of the martial arts in the world are gradually lost because of this reason, so that the strength of the people in the rivers and lakes is getting lower and lower as the age gets closer, and in the early Qing Dynasty, the protagonist has become a person like Wei Xiaobao who is not familiar with martial arts.

Maybe the woman in the yellow shirt in the tomb of the living dead should still have these martial arts, after all, Lin Chaoying, the patriarch of the ancient tomb sect, left every method of cracking the true martial arts in the tomb.

The world's martial arts are only fast and unbreakable, this is the truth, but the tricks are equally important, based on Jiuyang Shengong, integrating the world's exquisite martial arts, only in this way can you be invincible, for the next road to go Xia Shu is very clear, finally come to the world of martial arts, and must not return empty-handed.

After walking fast and slowly for seven or eight days, Xia Shu and Xiao Jiang still came to Zhongnan Mountain, which is a splendid mountain one thousand meters higher than Wudang Mountain, and dozens of Buddhist temples and Taoist temples are scattered among them.

However, the monks and Taoist priests here don't know martial arts, so Xia Shu went directly to the depths of Zhongnan Mountain, and when he was at the bottom of the mountain, he had already asked the local villagers about the location of the ancestral court of the Quanzhen Sect.

In less than a hundred years, the ancestral court of the Quanzhen Sect has become a ruin, unlike the Quanzhen Sect in the real world, the Quanzhen Sect in the Condor Trilogy is the vanguard of the anti-Yuan, and it is conceivable to have such an end, but Xia Shu is not here to feel nostalgic.

Looking over these ruins, looking at the back of the mountain, only to see the mountains and rivers between the beautiful waters, the sky is cloudy, like a cloud dragon lying in the sky, this unique feng shui pattern, there must be a big tomb around.

And this cloud moves with the wind, like a coiled dragon sleeping, and the anger is hidden, it can be seen that this is a living dragon, if it is not the corpse in the tomb that comes to life, then the tomb is not dead at all!

The tomb of the living dead is indeed worthy of its name.

"Little Jiang, let's go!"

Holding the donkey, Xia Shu bypassed the ruins and came to Zhongnan Mountain, only to see a mottled tombstone standing in the depths of the forest, with the four big characters of "Tomb of the Living Dead" written on it, and the silence around was incomparable, adding a bit of horror out of thin air.

However, this is the kind of place that Taoist priests and zombies are least afraid of, on the contrary, Xiao Jiang still likes it very much.

The corpse should have stayed in the tomb, but this tomb is for the living.

"After the end of Nanshan, the tomb of the living dead, the Condor Heroes, extinct rivers and lakes!"

Xia Shu opened his mouth and shouted, with a little Jiuyang true qi in his voice, full of energy, which could be heard within a radius of several miles, and in a bamboo forest not far away, a woman in a yellow shirt was kneeling and stroking the qin, and the moment the shouting came from a distance, her pleasant piano sound was suddenly chaotic.

I saw Dai's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her eyes turned, as if two cold lightning bolts were looking in the direction of the tomb of the living dead.

How many years, how many years no one has been to this tomb of the living dead, how many years have no one heard the story of the Condor Heroes, I didn't expect that today, someone came.

The voice has spread so far that it is not a simple character.

In the world ruled by the Yuan people, there has been no real martial arts wizard for a long time, which is why she has always abided by the teachings left by her ancestors and lived in seclusion in the tomb of the living dead, but now someone has come to the door, and she has to see it.

With her hands off the strings and getting up, the woman in the yellow shirt stepped lightly on the bamboo leaves, and a few ups and downs disappeared.