"Childe, but back to Lingzhou?"

"No, let's go to Wudang Mountain first."

Calculate the time, after Lao Huang's death, Xu Fengnian should practice swords in Wudang Mountain.

Jiang Ni, the little apprentice in the eyes of the money, thinks that he is also on the mountain.

I don't feel at ease if I don't go to Wudang Mountain to look at it, this stupid girl has been with Xu Fengnian for a long time, and her thoughts of returning to the country are not very strong. If Xichu does not return to the country, how will he gather luck?

As for the new calendar, without a Li Beware, isn't there still the Jiangdong Dragon and Tiger, Jiangxi Xuanyuan's scholar Xuanyuan Jingcheng?

Reading and reading out of the celestial realm, a sentence to welcome the ancestor to ascend to heaven and enter the land immortals, such a scholar, it is a pity to die, and he has to sell his life for Xichu for a few years.

The carriage left the two temples and headed northwest.

On this day, in front of the archway of "Xuanwu Dangxing" at the mountain gate of Wudang Mountain, many Taoist priests were attracted by Hukui. The Taoist priests are not very old, the oldest looks only twelve or thirteen years old, and he is still carrying a broom in his hand, probably a Taoist boy who cleans the mountain gate.

The little Taoist priest who grew up on the mountain since he was a child has heard the master's master say that these strange beasts, after all, they have a group of yellow cranes on Wudang Mountain, one of which is said to have been left by Lu Zu back then, and can carry people down the Yangtze River. There was also a black tiger on Longhu Mountain before, full of spirituality, which was left by the Qi immortals, but I don't know what the spirit is.

A few old pilgrims who are over half a hundred years old and have vicissitudes of life have temporarily lost their minds to incense, listening to a few little Taoist priests talking in a low voice, and occasionally interjecting a sentence or two.

They haven't seen the black tiger and crane sitting on the immortals, and they don't know what the spirit beasts raised by the immortals are, but this strange beast with armor and horns is definitely not in the category of spirit beasts, but the young man sitting on the top of the head of the strange beast has a hosta pinned bun, and the purple robe on his body is not stained with dust, but he is a bit like those children who serve the immortals.

As for why it's not an immortal, you can see whether it is the Wudang Palm Sect Wang Immortal, or a few heavenly masters on Dragon and Tiger Mountain, which one is a young man with no hair on his mouth?

Jing Zhou chuckled a few times, the truth that these old pilgrims eat salt is really making people laugh and cry, and he can only be a boy who serves immortals.

"Little Taoist, when will the person who went in to report come back? It's been three teas. Jing Zhou asked.

Standing at the front, the little Taoist priest who was only two steps away from Hukui pulled his fingers, raised his head and replied seriously: "It's only three teas, the prince seems to live next to the white elephant pond on the top of the mountain, and the third senior brother will go back and forth, how can it take two hours." ”

It's really not the right time for this person to come, an hour ago, a few nobles came, and the uncles and masters all accompanied the nobles up the mountain, otherwise they wouldn't let the third senior brother who felt that climbing the mountain was a physical task go up to report.

If it is easy to say that it is good to come to Shangxiang, you can make the decision without informing a few of them, but this person said that he was here to find the demon king of the mixed world, Beiliang Shizi, this is not what a few of them who are usually not qualified to unsign can do the master.

After arriving at Wudang Mountain, Jing Zhou let the white fox face and the blue bird go back to Lingzhou first, the white fox face wants to improve the nineteen stops, and needs to go to the Chaoting Pavilion to read books, after all, Xu Xiao stepped on the rivers and lakes back then, and half of the secret books in the world were included in the Beiliang Palace.

A group of Taoist priests who can only recite scriptures and interpret hexagrams are a little boring, but someone is better than no one else, and he chats with these little Taoist priests who don't know what is going on under the mountain.

A few old pilgrims were refreshed, and walked up the hill step by step, not bothering to debate with a group of little Taoist priests. People are old, not only can they not pee against the wind, but also the mind of this struggle is also surging, while they can still climb the mountain, go to the mountain to incense, maybe they can also meet the old Taoist priest with fairy spirit, and get touched with fairy spirit.

The young Taoist boy is the most lively, after asking a few questions about the mountain, he became bolder, he didn't think that this man and beast in front of him were scary, and even dared to touch the tiger kui, but he was scared back by a low roar and the outstretched hand, so he had to chat with this purple-clothed boy with a temper that was a little like the uncle of the Taishi.

"I heard the Supreme Master and Uncle Zu say that the women under the mountain are tigresses, which is very scary, but why is it not written in the book?" A little Taoist boy asked with a drag on his cheeks.

Yes, he finally asked a question that he Jing Gongzi knew a lot, what was the taste of those beef before, and he really didn't know how to answer if the rich people ate meat at once.

It can be seen that the Taoist priests of Wudang Mountain are indeed more bitter, and they don't know the taste of meat in March, and these little Taoist priests have not eaten meat for about three years.

Jing Zhou cleared his throat and relieved the confusion of these curious Taoist priests: "I think what is written in the book is about right, women are not scary, the steamed buns with white flowers are delicious, and they taste good and are full." However, the steamed buns have to be eaten early, and they will be chewy when they are late. ”

"Have you ever touched a woman's little hand? Look at the few of you who don't have this mourning picture! Weak and boneless, smooth and tender, when you can go down the mountain, you have to give it a try, otherwise, if you haven't touched a woman, you are not a true Taoist. ”

"Some of them are still carrying a strange fragrance, do you see it, it smells better than a few bushes of flowers over there, sleep in your arms, keep it safe and steady, and even save the quilt."

In front of the archway of "Xuanwu Dangxing", the Taoist priests gathered more and more, nodding from time to time, only to feel that the purple-clothed boy who sat on the strange beast and talked eloquently was very knowledgeable, at least not lower than his own master's knowledge, what kind of guns, what waves rolled, what poems born on the edge of the grass stream They listened to a little understanding, probably listened to some warm nephrite and the like, which is much more difficult than the "Quanzhen Dao Sutra" that has to be recited in the morning and evening.

A red-faced, heartbeat-pounding little Taoist boy just remembered a few fresh words, and suddenly felt that there was one more person beside him, and turned his head to look, Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Master Tai Uncle Ancestor!

Suddenly, the heart that was originally scratched by a cat suddenly became up, and he was worried, and Xiao Daotong was just about to open his mouth to explain a few words that he had just come, but he didn't hear anything, so he went to clean the way up the mountain, but was stopped by a look from the Taishang Uncle Ancestor, and then in Xiao Daotong's stunned gaze, the scary young Taoist priest with a high rank sat down next to him, and listened to the boy talk about the big truth that made people blush.

After another half of the tea, in the retention and reluctance of a group of little Taoist children, the purple-clothed boy dragged the uncle of the Taishang Master and flew up the mountain.

Although the little Taoist priests envy the Tai Master Uncle Ancestor for being able to open a small stove and listen to more secret things, they don't have too many pity, and there are still a lot of things on the ground.

Just now, a group of people learned from the appearance of the Supreme Master and Uncle Zu, and wrote down the wonderful points on the ground with branches, planning to keep them and savor them slowly in the future. Didn't the master say that the road is long and long, and the only way to understand is day and night.

And the boy said it well, in the future, he was afraid that the master would chase him with a stick and recite the scriptures, so he bought a copy of the "Su Nu Sutra" from the bottom of the mountain, and came back to tear off the cover of the "Quanzhen Dao Sutra" and "Beidou Huangting Sutra" and paste it on the "Su Nu Sutra".

It's no wonder that the purple-clothed boy cultivated so high, and as soon as he stomped his feet, he took the Grand Master and Uncle to the sky, it turned out that he was diligent and diligent in enlightening the Tao day and night, how could they not think of this method?

Wudang Mountain, two ponds, four pools, eighty-one peaks, the mountain is extremely beautiful, from the top, the scenery is even more beautiful, but at this time, the little Taoist priest who loves to ride a bull to see the mountains and water and see the clouds, but he is not in the mood to look at the scenery, his mind is full of twenty-four bridges and bright moon nights, jade ice and fire two heavens, this sentence is difficult and obscure, and you must carefully understand it.

Seeing that the little Taoist priest glanced at his fan from time to time, Jing Zhou asked, "Want to see it?" ”

Hong Xixiang's face was not red, his heart was not beating, and he did not have the slightest sense of shame when he was found to have done something bad, and he said: "I want to understand the Tao." ”

Not to mention anything else, when was the little Taoist priest discovered by his senior brother that he was reading a forbidden book that the Taoist despised, and he was not calm?

In terms of cheek, it is about three points thicker than the turtle stele on the Little Lotus Peak.

"Hahaha, you're a Taoist priest who is really interesting, and you're not wrong when you say enlightenment. Cultivating the Tao, cultivating the Tao, and in the end, the cultivation of the Tao can't get around a love word. If you are born as a human being, how can you destroy human desires and save the way of heaven? As he spoke, Jing Zhou touched it in his arms and took out a book written during the long night and difficulty sleeping.

The little Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, and then laughed a few times, isn't this the person in my generation?

It's a pity that the senior brothers always feel shameful to read banned books.

"I heard that you can do alchemy, a furnace of Dan and a book, this book is no worse than this one." Jing Zhou flipped the pages of the book casually, and the little Taoist priest didn't want to shout, "Deal!" ”

With just one glance, Hong Xixiang knew that this strange book was definitely not comparable to the books Xu Fengnian gave him.

Third Senior Brother, Third Senior Brother, this time I will blow up the bronze Dan furnace for you, and Poor Dao will have to exchange him for ten books and eight books.

At the speed of Hukui, he went up and down the mountain, but in a moment, he arrived at the Little Lotus Peak in a blink of an eye.

After getting off the Tiger Kui, the little Taoist priest looked at the "History of the Golden Vase" with a painting, while walking in front to lead the way, the two pages of content went back and forth five or six times, and still unending, it is really a good book written by a famous man! This book is a thousand times stronger than those little blue books given to him by the ill-intentioned son.

The little Taoist priest flipped to the home page again, looked at the line of "Da Lang should take medicine" and asked: "Lanling Xiaoxiao is a son?" ”

Jing Zhou said honestly: "No, he wrote the book, I drew the pictures, and I wrote the words." ”

After walking for a while, the little Taoist priest who had been reading with his head down suddenly pricked up his ears and said worriedly: "There seems to be trouble ahead." ”

Jing Zhou squinted and said, "It's okay to be a little troublesome." ”

Hong Xixiang wanted to go in a hurry, but Jingzhou was not in a hurry or slow, and he had no choice but to slow down.

Originally, there was not much bamboo forest, and Hong Xixiang was stunned to see "The History of the Golden Bottle" from beginning to end, and the two of them finished it.

In the hut next to the white elephant pond at the end of the bamboo forest, two groups of people looked at each other, and when they heard the sound of footsteps, everyone looked to the side.

His Royal Highness, who had blood on the corner of his mouth, was overjoyed, and he didn't feel that the tiger's mouth was cracked and his hand hurt, and the next moment he covered up his joy, and turned his eyes to think about it, the bastard thing of the mountain ghost has made a lot of trouble in Qingzhou, killing thousands of people, and it is a proper anti-thief in the eyes of the imperial court, Bei Liang should not be involved with the anti-thief of the imperial court at this time.

After thinking about it for a while, Xu Fengnian didn't bother to think about it, don't worry about it, anyway, Xu Xiao will clean up the mess in the end.

The little clay figure standing on the side, with red eyes, and a few traces of blood from her thin lips, burst into tears when she saw the familiar figure.

Yu Youwei, who was guarding in front of the little clay man, lost her mind slightly, and the next moment she trotted forward with Wu Meiniang in her arms, her eyes were hazy: "Childe, Wu Meiniang is going to die." ”

Jing Zhou comforted: "Cats have nine lives, where can they die so easily." ”

"Really?" Yu Youwei choked and sobbed, just now Wu Meiniang was kicked by the white-faced bearded old man and flew out more than ten feet.

"Look." Jing Zhou grabbed the white cat that was stained with a lot of mud in Yu Youwei's arms, and slapped it twice on the back, as if the dead cat "meowed" again.

Yu Youwei took the white cat and cried with joy.

Hong Xixiang tilted his head to look at the situation in the field, consciously retreated, hid in the bamboo forest, and sighed: "Why should women be embarrassed by women." ”

The woman who came down from the mountain destroyed Jiang Ni's vegetable garden, and slapped others, which was really terrible.

This is still the lovely woman in the book, not fierce and obedient, more to see the pressure and shock.

Standing on the side, holding a pair of jade beads in his hand, and a few fine freckles on the tip of his nose, the boy and brother saw that the man in purple regarded himself and the others as nothing, and was provoked by Xu Fengnian, a bastard who couldn't spit out ivory, and the anger provoked by Xu Fengnian rose by three points.

Xu Fengnian is arrogant, after all, he is the son of Beiliang, this person in purple clothes can't even see her, whose courage is borrowed?

She was just about to give an order to the burly man on the side, breaking the hands and feet of the purple-clothed boy in front of her, and the old eunuch who accompanied her whispered in her ear: "Princess, look at the evil beast in the bamboo forest, this person is very likely to be someone who made trouble in Qingzhou a few days ago." ”

Princess Sui Zhu, who was disguised as a woman, kicked the old eunuch and said angrily: "So what, does he dare to hurt this palace?" ”

The prince who looked at Princess Sui Zhu threw a look at Jingzhou, and when he saw that the mountain ghost did not respond, he threw two more in a row and made a few small movements, which probably meant that the woman wrapped in the cloth in front of her was not small, and it was a trouble to kill.

He was sure that the mountain ghost could read what he meant, but this guy did something, Xu Fengnian couldn't figure it out, who knew what the mountain ghost would do, but the other party was also the favorite princess on the dragon chair, don't really kill it.

Comforting Yu Youwei, Jing Zhou took a few steps forward, looked at the little clay man's half red and swollen face, and said softly: "You girl, didn't you give you swordsmanship, why don't you practice?" ”

Yes, this stupid girl doesn't know what he's been thinking all day, what he was like when he left, and what he is still like now, and he doesn't even have any internal strength in his body.

Sure enough, the master's profession is not a good job, it's okay to meet a lazy apprentice, he can always use bamboo shoots to fry meat to spur and spur, and when he meets a stupid apprentice who is unwilling to learn swords, it is sad.

has been in this prison in Beiliang Wangfu for a long time, probably this girl thinks that except for Xu Fengnian, who dares to bully her, others dare not point fingers at her, let alone slap her ear?

Jiang Ni said aggrievedly: "Xu Fengnian, this bastard, told me to do this and that all day long, where did I get the time?" ”

Xu Fengnian said anxiously: "Little clay man, you can't talk nonsense, every word and every penny, who took the initiative to read to this son?" ”