A group of four people through the small lotus peak that golden persimmon forest, to the top of the mountain turtle stele near the stele, for the beginning of the Dafeng Dynasty was ordered to build, the inscription is "Imperial Taoist Ancestral Ting Dayue", symbolizing the glory of Wudang Mountain hundreds of years ago, its size is huge, unparalleled in the world. The only woman among the four tourists grabbed a ripe persimmon in her hand and stood under the turtle stele, looking up to read the inscription. The other three men stood side by side on the cliffside, looking at the scenery at the foot of Wudang Mountain. The eldest man had a sword at his waist, standing in the center, and on his left was an emaciated swordsman with a long sword, and on his right hand was an elegant Confucian with frost-white temples.

Then when the beautiful woman turned her head at will, she saw a strange scene, and I don't know when there was only one person standing on the cliff, and it turned out that the swordsman and swordsman had already taken dozens of steps back, not far from her.

She walked gently to the two elders and whispered to the old man with a saber, "Grandpa Mao, Uncle Cheng, is this?"

The three of them are Lin Hongape, the young palace master of the Dragon Palace in Southern Xinjiang, Mao Shulang, the first person in the southern sword technique, and Ji Liu'an, the master of the kendo sect.

Mao Shulang, whose eyebrows were white, lowered his voice and said concisely: "Opportunity." ”

Playing such a dumb riddle, Lin Hongyu was naturally puzzled, and turned his head to look at Ji Liu'an, the chief guest of the Dragon Palace, with a puzzled look, who hesitated for a moment, and said in a slight voice: " Lao Cheng as the old Southern Tang Dynasty first-class Confucian scholar, born in a high-ranking tycoon, but do not like fame, perennial study tours, traveled all over the north and south of the river, before the shame of the collapse of the family and country but powerless, this began to practice martial arts, so many years have passed, down-to-earth, in the martial arts along the way step by step climbing, and finally for some reason in the Xuan Realm stayed, as long as 20 years, this trip to the cool, thick accumulation, there are signs of breaking the realm, and the West Chu Cao Changqing and that Huishan Xuanyuan Jingcheng, there are similarities. ”

Lin Hongyu was pleasantly surprised: "Uncle Cheng is finally going to enter the realm of celestial phenomena?!"

Mao Shulang doesn't care whether she is the future head of the Dragon Palace, let alone how she is involved with the father and son of the king of the Southern Xinjiang Domain, "Silence!"

Lin Hongyu was suddenly silent, and his face was slightly embarrassed.

Cheng Baishuang put his hands behind his back and looked south.

This old Confucian was on the edge of the cliff and said to himself: "The body is outside, holding the tail and talking clearly, it is really like a picture cake." In the know, ask the futon what is the heart, and it is pure. ”

"Moral articles are destroyed with you, and the spirit is evergreen. Fame and fortune are empty from generation to generation, and the integrity is unwavering. ”

"If you don't frown in your life, there will be no tooth-cutting people in the world, how ridiculous!"

The old man slowly closed his eyes, the wind was blowing, and his sleeves were fluttering.

The vision protruded, Mao Shulang's eyes widened suddenly, and in an instant, he was already drawing his knife out of the sheath, his body swept forward, and Cheng Baishuang, who seemed to close his eyes and recuperate, passed by, crashed into the cliff, and was only one step away from falling off the cliff.

The old man's knife was silent, but it was majestic, like a bright arc moon appearing in front of him!

Lin Hongyu saw that the body of a white-clothed person who appeared for no reason was high in the sky outside the cliff, and her big sleeves were swaying, and she stretched out her fingers to resist Mao Shulang's slash.

The fairy-like woman in white retreated dozens of feet, which offset the majestic and incomparable aura.

The tall woman stood up straight, hovering in the air where she had no place to stand, the mountain wind whimpering at her feet, and the clouds and mist lingering on her side.

Lin Hongyu gasped and recognized the identity of this uninvited guest, Guanyin Sect is calm, the leader of the world's qi practitioners!

Although Lin Hongyu was at a disadvantage in the previous intrigues with the young vassal kings, in fact, she was not only not stupid, but extremely smart and smart, and she immediately knew in her heart that Cheng Baishuang's natural ascent and breakthrough this time was by no means as simple as being from Zhixuan to the celestial phenomenon!

Mao Shulang, who had to be angry like a sword halberd, didn't care if he would disturb Cheng Baishuang's realm of things and me, and said sharply to the white-clothed immortal master: "If you want to make a hindrance from it, ask me about Mao Shulang's knife first!"

Tantai calmly glanced at the old Confucian who was unaware of his foreign affairs, and said flatly: "Cooking oil in the fire, flowers and brocade, how many days can you have the scenery?"

Mao Shulang clenched the handle of the knife, squinted his eyes and said in a deep voice: "I'm a reckless man, I can't understand your Xuantai Sect Master's mysterious Zen machine!"

Tantai calmly ignored Mao Shulang, his gaze shifted slightly, and he asked Cheng Baishuang: "Since you have this state of mind, you should know that there will be at most four or five land immortals in the future, and the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism will inevitably each account for one, and the rivers and lakes will be reckless or one or two, you forcibly break through the realm at this time, not only is there still a line of separation, you can't really enter the realm of land immortals, but you also give up the Confucian saints who will be at your fingertips in the future!

Cheng Baishuang slowly opened his eyes and said calmly: "Is that kind of Confucian saint still a Confucian saint? My Confucian sage once said that the people are not afraid of death, so why should they be afraid of death? Today, I, Cheng Baishuang, never covet immortality, so how can I tempt him with immortality?"

Yutai calmly sneered: "They are all frogs at the bottom of the well!"

Cheng Baishuang was full of spirits, and laughed loudly: "It is said that the prosperous times produce capable ministers, and the troubled times produce famous generals, and they also say that the country is unfortunate and the poet is lucky, I, Cheng Baishuang, have made some sour poems, but I don't want to nod and agree! When the national disaster is at the head, we die generously, although we have no regrets in death, how can we scholars let the warriors on the battlefield enjoy the beauty alone!"

Yutai sneered calmly: "If you want to die, you will die, it is nothing more than my sect's Shuiyue Tianjing, and there is another Confucian lonely soul and wild ghost." ”

Cheng Baishuang smiled boldly, and said loudly: "That's good, today's people are worthy of the ancients!"

Yutai was calm and speechless, and his expression was indifferent.

Lin Hongape's eyes widened, his heart swayed, and he looked at this tall woman who was out of the dust. Lin Hongqi is no stranger to the self-proclaimed Qi practitioner of the Heavenly Way, there are several such strange people around Zhao Bing, the king of Yan, all of whom have a cold aura of looking at the world like watching fire from the other side, extremely unkind, for the fame and fortune that ordinary people are all eager for, those white-clothed immortal masters are disgusted from the bottom of their hearts, they are silent all the year round, and ordinary people interact with them, and they don't expect them to be able to reveal their hearts to you. Because this sect master of Lantai is a woman, Lin Hongape has always been extremely worshipped, if Jiang Ni is another well-deserved female sword immortal after Wu Su, Daxueping Xuanyuan Qingfeng is also the role of cultivating the best in the rivers and lakes, but these two women are too young after all, it is difficult for Lin Hongape to sincerely admire, and it is different to be calm in Shantai, a hundred years old, a resident child, and an immortal in the world, so Lin Hongape's most admired and enviable character in this life is naturally the calm of Shantai!

It is necessary to know that the old state of the beauty and famous generals is particularly pitiful, she Lin Hongape has all kinds of ambitions very early, one of which is to ask Tantai calmly for advice on the unique method of staying in the face, Lin Hongape hopes that he will still be young when he dies.

It's a pity that the calm of the platform disappeared in a flash, coming and going without a trace, and he didn't look at Lin Hongping from beginning to end.

Ji Liu'an and Cheng Baishuang have known each other for decades, and their feelings are the most sincere and sincere, and they said sadly: "Old Cheng, is it really as Tantai said calmly?"

Cheng Baishuang didn't hide it, nodded and said: "My Great Celestial Phenomena Realm is indeed a seedling boost, and it can't be maintained for a long time, and as for the achievement of a Confucian saint one day, let alone think about it." ”

Ji Liu'an sighed.

Cheng Baishuang comforted this old friend in turn, "What a scholar learns must be implemented after all." What is the benefit of being the prime minister of the mountains and the immortal under the forest?"

Ji Liu'an exhaled a long breath and said in a deep voice: "That's okay, I'll accompany you to Liangzhou Pass for a walk!"

Cheng Baishuang smiled and asked, "Why are you?"

Ji Liuan stretched out his hand and pointed to the long sword on his back, "My old fellow hasn't cut the head of a Northern Mangbarian yet!"

Lin Hongape's mind was shaken, if Cheng Baishuang, who had no roots in the rivers and lakes, wanted to stay in Beiliang, she, the small alliance leader of the rivers and lakes in southern Xinjiang, would not matter, but if she even left the chief guest secretary of the sect, it would be difficult for her to go back and explain to Mr. Nalan.

Mao Shulang, who put the knife back into its sheath, suddenly said, "Add me one." ”

Lin Hongping was dumbfounded.

When she came, she was accompanied by three martial arts masters, and when she went, she was left alone?

In addition to maintaining eternal youth, her other ambition is to wrestle with Xuanyuan Qingfeng and become the second female martial arts alliance leader in Liyang!

Lin Hongyu knew that once they made up their minds, I was afraid that only Mr. Nalan would have a chance to persuade them to come back in person.

She remembered the plot she had in her heart not long ago, and murmured, "Retribution is not happy!"

And the Confucian Cheng Baishuang looked into the distance again, and said loudly for no reason: "Zi said: Three hundred poems, in a word, the most touching place is 'thinking without evil'!"

The old scholar with frosty white temples is smiling at this moment.

In the past, the young man was innocent.

This should be the case in the twilight of life.