Chapter Forty-Nine: To Huashan

September 9, the Double Ninth Festival, at the foot of Huashan Mountain.

At this time, in front of Huashan, there stood a Taoist with crane hair and a childish face, that Taoist was dressed in a Taoist robe, with a long sword at his waist, and his eyes flashed from time to time, and he looked coldly at the famous mountain in Xiyue in front of him - Huashan.

Behind him, a handsome, burly boy and a fairy-looking girl stood. Standing behind the old man, they looked like a pair of golden boys and girls. It's just that seeing the golden boy ignoring the jade girl and the jade girl ignoring the golden boy is really a waste of such a scene.

That person is the Quanzhen Sect Leader Wang Chongyang, and the two behind him are his apprentices Liu Cheng and Na Lin Yingyu.

As early as a few days ago, Qiu Chuji and the others had all returned to the Zhongnan Mountain Quanzhen School.

It's just that when he was leaving, he was arranged by Wang Chongyang in the Quanzhen faction, and only brought Liu Cheng and Lin Yingyu to this Huashan.

Huashan is called Xiyue in the five mountains of China. The ancients compared the five mountains to the Confucian Five Classics, saying that Huashan is like the "Spring and Autumn Period", and the lord is serious and kills. The three of them went up to Nahua Mountain, all the way to a garden pavilion built on a boulder on the south peak of Huashan Mountain, which is called Shansun Pavilion.

I saw that there were twelve big dragon vines growing next to the pavilion, which were full of knots and hollow branches, which were extremely similar to the flying dragon. According to legend, these twelve big dragon vines were planted by the ancestor of the sleeping fairy Chen Lu. Of course, Liu Cheng didn't have the general outline of the Nine Yin True Scriptures, let alone the eighteen palms of the dragon descending, and now he couldn't understand any boxing moves from these twelve dragon vines.

"Master, do you think this Mr. Xiyi can really sleep for a hundred years and sleep until now?" Liu Cheng said jokingly.

Wang Chongyang scratched his beard, smiled and said, "If he can sleep for hundreds of years, he will not be a sleeping fairy." ”

"Oh? Isn't it the sleeping fairy, what is that? ”

"Turtle Fairy." Wang Chongyang said flatly.

Hearing Wang Chongyang's answer, Liu Cheng was stunned for an instant, Wang Chongyang actually made a joke, and he made such a cold joke, this is really a miracle like an iron tree blooming and a dumb man talking. Lin Yingyu on the side also looked at Wang Chongyang with a strange expression. After all, when he came back from Wang Chongyang, in addition to the rare smiling faces when he looked at Lin Chaoying and Liu Cheng, telling jokes was really the first time I had seen him.

Just as the three of them were laughing, an angry rebuke came from not far away, "Okay, you Wang Chongyang, you have already sensed that Chen is here!" ”

"What if you perceive it, and what if you don't perceive it?" Wang Chongyang's face remained unchanged for a moment, and he asked flatly. It's just that in the plainness, there is a trace of majesty, but it seems to tell the person who comes, I just know that you are there, what can you do?

Liu Cheng looked at an angry white-haired Taoist who walked out quickly not far away, and asked with some surprise: "Master, this can't be the turtle immortal?" Liu Cheng just said what Wang Chongyang said about the turtle immortal before, and when he thought of it, Wang Chongyang actually answered with a flat face, "This is at most a turtle grandson." ”

"Uh......" Liu Cheng felt like he was choking, what happened to Wang Chongyang today? Again and again, he used his flat tone again and again to make clever jokes that were even more clever than Zhou Botong.

"Wang Chongyang, in vain your great reputation, you actually insulted Chen like this in front of the juniors, you are really not afraid of the jokes of the people in the world." The white-haired Taoist pointed at Wang Chongyang, looking angry, and said angrily, but he didn't dare to step forward.

"So what? I'd love to. Wang Chongyang didn't look at the man's face, and said casually.

Liu Cheng and Lin Yingyu looked at Wang Chongyang with strange expressions, this can't be possessed by Zhou Botong, even such childish words can be spit out of Wang Chongyang's mouth.

"Humph!" When the Taoist man heard this, he shrugged his nose angrily, and then said helplessly: "Everything that I, Chen Nan, have done is for the prosperity of the Daomen. Even if I calculate your Wang Chongyang, but with your martial arts, the person who will benefit in the end is not you, and it is not your Quanzhen faction. ”

Hearing that man's words, Wang Chongyang said in a cold voice: "If it weren't for those old guys behind you, how could you stand here and make a big fuss in front of me, Wang Chongyang?" Don't say anything, I'm Wang Chongyang, I have the ability, let those old guys stand up and fight, just stand up and fight. If you are not convinced, you can also fight to the death with my Wang Chongyang, how about it? ”

"Hmph, we'll see." Chen Nan wanted to refute very much, but he was afraid that he would really anger Wang Chongyang, so he had to say a cruel word, and then turned around and walked up the mountain.

After Chen Nan left, Liu Cheng stepped forward and asked, "Master, this person is the Chen Nan who found the Nine Yin True Scripture?" ”

"In the past five years, I have searched all the places where the descendants of Huang Yi may appear. That Zhilu Dao, the Nine Yin True Scripture was handed over to the people of the Dao Sect by the descendants of Huang Shang decades ago. It's just that the Daomen is composed of elders from all sects and sects of Taoism, and neither of them wants people to cultivate the Nine Yin True Scriptures. It wasn't until this time that I went to find the Nine Yin True Scripture, and this Chen Nan proposed this plan, so that this Nine Yin True Scripture appeared. If it weren't for this Chen Nan's eventful event, how could there be this trip to Huashan, and there would be so much trouble? ”

Well, after listening to Wang Chongyang's words, Liu Cheng finally understood why Wang Chongyang wanted to disgust Chen Nan before. With Wang Chongyang's temperament, he didn't chop that guy directly, which is already good. It's just disgusting, and it's really kind of sparing that guy.

The three of them rested for a moment in the pavilion of the mountain, and then walked slowly up the mountain. After passing through a peach blossom forest, all the way to Naxiyi Box, after boarding Nasha Mengping, the mountain road in front of me is getting more and more dangerous. When I arrived at the West Xuanmen, I saw that I had to use the iron cable to climb the mountain in front of me, and Wang Chongyang and Liu Cheng's Jin Yangong could naturally go up the mountain in an instant. It's just that Lin Yingyu's finch catching skills are not weaker than Jin Yan's skills, but because their skills are still shallow, Wang Chongyang and Liu Cheng waited for a while.

After passing the West Xuanmen, we walked seven miles and came to a green lawn. When I reached the end of the green lawn, I saw that the rocks in front of me seemed to have been cut by a sword, and a huge boulder stood in front of the road under the northern mountain wall. This stone is the heart stone, and not far ahead, is the pavilion of Chen Kuan's ancestor and Zhao Kuangyin's gambling chess.

After the gambling chess booth, I saw a thousand-foot-long canyon in front of me, this canyon was only half a body wide, looking down, only felt extremely deep, Liu Cheng was a little surprised and asked Wang Chongyang: "Master, this mountain cliff is so deep, if someone blocks the road here and intercepts the people who come here, wouldn't there be infinite people who will die here?" ”

Wang Chongyang touched his beard, stretched out his hand and pointed into the distance, and said with some contempt: "Look at the hole in the wall ahead, there are a group of villains who are ready to do that murderous thing. ”

Liu Chengyun looked at the place pointed by Wang Chongyang, and saw several people waiting quietly in the cave next to the cliff, holding swords and swords. It seems that there are really a lot of people who can have such thoughts in these rivers and lakes.