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In the morning, the cool wind on Longhu Mountain blows gently, turning the mist of a mountain slowly, like a light yarn floating in the dense forest. (Please search, or enter directly to see the latest chapter) The old bell on the Dragon and Tiger Mountain, which has not changed for thousands of years, began to make a stirring sound, echoing in the valley for a long time, and in the Dragon and Tiger Hall, the curling cigarettes were still burning slowly, and all the disciples sat cross-legged, as usual, sitting in the morning class.

The black moon crane sat cross-legged in front of the futon, like all the time, looking peaceful, such days, he does not know how many years have passed, he remembers that when he first entered this hall, it was only the next one, and then, he gradually sat closer and closer, and then sat on the futon symbolizing the head disciple.

Next to him, sitting was the Venerable Master Yingtan who had just passed away, and he was a young man who had just gotten a glimpse of the door, and he had a pious belief in the Taoism of Longhu Mountain.

In some of the above, it is his uncles and uncles, who always start to give lectures and teachings at this time, which is the most valuable treasure in his life.

Later, a big war caused these uncles and uncles to die one by one, and there was a lot of sky over the futon, and I was finally fortunate to sit on one of them, and the one next to me was the person I admired the most in my life.

Later, the futon was empty, and he made it to the middle one, and below were many young faces like himself, who listened to their lectures with almost the same piety as they did back then.

At this time, he knew that he didn't know when, he had become the owner of this mountain, and began to take charge of the fate of the first gate of the Central Plains that had been going down for thousands of years.

The black moon crane closed his eyes tightly, and the curling incense spread a faint fragrance, spreading to every corner of the main hall, and the disciples were also sitting calmly as before, sitting below, only a few disciples at the very end, occasionally opened their eyes and squinted at themselves uneasily, and then closed them.

The mountain wind penetrated the hall, blowing the ever-bright lantern under the statue of the Heavenly Master for a while, which seemed to be the same as the situation of the dragon and tiger mountain that was now stormy.

Clang...... A long bell rang for a long time, which meant that the morning class of Longhu Mountain had been completed.

The black moon crane stood up, all the disciples also stood up respectfully at the same time, the black moon crane slowly walked out of the main hall, at this time, tomorrow has just revealed a warm bright color, and the sunlight is obliquely imprinted on the hall outside the hall through the tall mountain gate of Longhu Mountain. The morning breeze blows, sweeping the placket of the black moon crane, and a mountain mist, like a dream, shrouds the place where the black moon crane has taken root, and many, many past events seem to echo here.

Wuyuehe couldn't help touching the white whiskers under his forehead, and muttered in his heart: "It's old, it's really old......"

The faint fishy smell can be faintly smelled in the wind, and no one knows whether the catastrophe that Longhu Mountain has experienced since the opening of the sect will be able to survive the gloom and safety.

Inside the main hall, there was a crowd of people, but there was silence, and everyone's faces were heavy.

The mountain rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings.

On this auspicious morning, when it was no different from a peaceful day, suddenly, a deafening cannon sound suddenly came, boom, boom! Countless cannons like fireworks exploded in the sky one after another, which was very beautiful.

But at this time, no one seems to be in the mood to appreciate it.

Immediately afterwards, there was a sharp horn at the foot of the mountain, for a while, everyone changed color, this horn was sharp like crying, constantly recalling in the Jiuqu dense forest of Longhu Mountain, and then slowly stopped, just at the moment when it could be silenced, everyone could feel the footsteps that almost stepped on the ground.

Wuyuehe took a deep breath and said lightly: "It's here." ”

"Zhangjiao, please give an order, I, Longhu Mountain, will never be captured, and let these Japanese devils trample on it wantonly!" one of the disciples shouted.

"Please give the order," all the Dragon Tiger Mountain disciples chanted together.

Wuyuehe looked around, and everywhere he looked, all the disciples of Longhu Mountain were filled with righteous indignation, at this time, he believed that even if he didn't have to mobilize, all the disciples would throw their heads and spill their blood for Longhu Mountain.

Wuyuehe was slightly relieved, Longhu Mountain has been established for thousands of years, even in such stormy and troubled times, the foundation will not be broken.

He waved his hand slightly, but his gaze was farther away, as if he wanted to pass through the layers of dense forests and see through the invisible qiē in front of him.

Without looking, or even thinking, the black moon crane could think that at least tens of thousands of heavily armed regular Japanese troops had been gathered under the mountain.

But up and down Longhu Mountain, together with the disciples who boiled water, cooked rice and swept the floor, the number would not exceed 1,000. Although they were all Dao Dharma people, except for a very few Dao Elders who were proficient in Dao Fa, he didn't believe that they could resist these heavily armed Japanese troops.

It was a battle with such a disparity in strength that it was almost described as a mantis arm.

However, the disciple of Longhu Mountain, but death, Longhu Mountain can be destroyed, but the thousand-year-old integrity of Longhu Mountain cannot be extinguished, this battle, he is not to win, just to be worthy of the golden body of Zhang Daoling, the ancestor of the Longhu Mountain Sect who stands tall in front of the palace!

Even so, there are no more tactics to speak of.

Wu Yuehe said lightly: "All the way up the mountain, there is only this one, all the disciples go up, keep this road." ”

The sun finally rose, and the warm sunlight spilled from the sky and fell on his gold-embroidered robe, which symbolized the supreme authority of Longhu Mountain, and he gently brushed his sleeves and did not say any more words, just pointed forward with his hand!

Whew!

Thousands of Qingfeng swords were unsheathed in unison, shining brightly in the sunlight, and countless disciples passed by him, rushing towards this ancient road that had a history of thousands of years.

Let's dazzle, let's go!

The sound of footsteps came from the bottom of the mountain, and in front of the almost towering mountain gate of Longhu Mountain, hundreds of disciples waited with bated breath,

Gradually, I saw the people clearly, hundreds of Japanese soldiers, with bright muzzles in their hands, walking towards the mountain gate step by step, and behind them were black and pressed, barely visible heads.

Fortunately, the mountain road was rugged and difficult to walk, and only seven or eight Japanese soldiers could walk side by side, these Japanese soldiers were well-trained and had experienced several major battles, although there were many people, but they were completely orderly, and there was no noise at all, but when they saw that the opponent in front of them was actually a person with a cold weapon and wearing a Taoist robe, their faces couldn't help but show a trace of surprise, and then mocked......

However, they soon knew that the group of defenseless Taoist priests in front of them were not as vulnerable as they imagined.