On a loess trail at the foot of Yunmeng Mountain.

The Confucian in green shirt and the young man in white meet two wild ghosts who are about to go up the mountain again.

The four of them were all stunned, and the first thing that came to their reaction was the two wild ghosts, they were thoughtful and suspicious, and when they saw the two blocking the road again, they couldn't help but think that they didn't want to give up, and the tall black-robed man asked vigilantly: "What do you want to do?" ”

The young man in white smiled and said: "Don't get me wrong, we went up the mountain to find Wang Lao Ghost to borrow some peach blossom wine, not to intercept you, please ......."

The tall black-robed man obviously didn't believe in this kind of rhetoric, and said coldly: "If you want to fight, you can do it, don't beat around the bush."

"Hmph" the green-shirted Confucian snorted coldly: "A wild ghost is a wild ghost, a belly of intrigues and tricks, and he is also calculating until death, not to mention his own bad water, but treating the world as a bad person, and living the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, which is really ridiculous."

The short and fat black-robed man who had not spoken said: "Sir, what he said is arbitrary, you and I are actually the same, you pay attention to the process, we pay attention to the result, but success or failure is all in the hearts of the people, whether it is a person or a ghost, and it is not something that you and I can explain in one sentence......"

"Manly man, act in the open, don't you feel ashamed that you only deserve to hide in the shadows and not see the light, just some villains who will do anything for the end, and dare to say what people's hearts are in broad daylight?" The green-shirted Confucian said disdainfully.

"Haha......" Humpty Fat Black Robe laughed loudly and said, "The villain is still a gentleman, let Mr. say it alone, what else can I say?" It's just that what a villain like me can do, I'm afraid that a gentleman like Mr. may not dare to do it, we can get up from the mud and do a career with our hands, unlike Mr., who prides himself on being high, but in the end he accomplishes nothing, which is right and wrong, and the people of the world should see it clearly......"

Qingshanru's face turned red with anger, but he didn't know how to refute it. But the black-robed man didn't intend to let him go, and took the murderous heart to the extreme, and continued: "Although we and other villains can't see the light, but they can crisscross the world and strategize for thousands of miles, a gentleman like Mr. will only persuade people to be good, while scolding, and do nothing in his life, but he will say that the world is a villain who is shameless and only knows how to study, who is the villain?" ”

"You ......" Qingyi Ru gritted his teeth angrily, his face red and his ears red.

"What? Sir, is this trying to kill people? You can kill me today, but you can't stop the world."

The young man in white stopped the green-shirted Confucian who was about to rush forward desperately, and said happily: "Forget it, let's go to the bar!" How can you let such a bad thing spoil your mood, as long as you have wine to drink and a girl to accompany you, it is worth it in the world, whether he is a gentleman or a villain, go to his mother's ......"

The two black-robed men glanced at each other and admired the young man's generosity.

"Give way......" The white-clothed young man said a seemingly ordinary voice, but the two black-robed people in front of him involuntarily retreated to both sides, and the qi and blood in his body surged, as if he had been slapped hard.

The young man in white hugged the Confucian in the green shirt and strode forward.

When the two of them walked away, the two black-robed people returned to the middle of the road from both sides, clutching their chests in some pain.

"Senior brother, who is this kid? How can there be such a terrifying true anger? The tall black-robed man asked.

"Who else can get peach blossoms from the master, and will make them getaway? It must be Zhou Zixiu, who is known as a celestial, didn't kill us today, we are lucky" The short and fat black robe had palpitations.

"Then who is more powerful, this person or Master?" Black Tall asked.

"If you want to talk about strategy, Master is better, if you want to talk about cultivation, I can't be sure, anyway, even if he is not as powerful as Master, it is not bad, and when you meet this person in the future, don't be too rude" Humpty Fat Black Robe said.

"Celestials, you are one step away from the immortals, you have to take it easy," the tall black robe smacked his tongue.

"Alright, let's go back to the mountain as soon as possible!"

The two walked briskly towards Yunmeng Mountain.

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Zhongmu City, come to the tavern again.

The remaining spirit of the green-shirted Confucian Sheng poured hard liquor, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, how to say that he was also a famous Confucian in the rivers and lakes, and he didn't understand why he was taught a lesson by a wild ghost who could only hide in the shadows, and he didn't even leave a fig leaf for himself. If this spreads out, and it won't be laughed at by the world, where will I put my old face?

"Brother Ziyu, this wine has to be tasted carefully, like you, like a reckless man in the grass, you can't drink it" The young man in white raised his wine glass and savored it.

The green shirt Confucian turned pale, stood up suddenly, and said coldly: "Even you want to laugh at me, don't you?" ”

The young man in white knew that he was speechless, and said with a smile: "Slip of the tongue, I'll invite you to this meal, it's okay, right?" ”

The Confucian student in the green shirt turned his anger into joy, no longer cared, and said loudly: "For the sake of the wine, I will not remember the villain, and I will spare you this time."

"Brother Ziyu, it's Xuanwu's birthday soon, do you want to go to Wudang?" The young man in white poured him a full bottle of wine and asked in a low voice.

The Confucian in the green shirt picked up his wine glass, paused for a while, and said, "Aren't you at ease, without a sect?" Why do you suddenly want to go to Wudang? ”。

"I'll tell you the truth, recently, on the border of the West Sea, there was a rebellion by the demon clan, and the master sent me a message and told me to go," the young man in white said.

"What does this have to do with Wudang? One is in the south and the other is in the west, and the eight poles can't be beaten! ”

"I want to borrow the Wudang Seven Star Sword to use, with you, they have a better chance of borrowing me, after all, you still have some influence in Xichu," the young man in white smiled.

"I said why are you so kind to invite me to drink, it turns out that it was for this, I drank the wine, Wudang, I... No... Go..."The Confucian in the green shirt turned his head away and stopped paying attention to the young man.

The young man in white said: "Brother Ziyu, I'm not doing this for myself!" If you let those demons come out, the consequences will be serious, and you must not want to see the lives ruined, right? ”。

"Today, if you say it's broken, I won't go ......," said the Qingyi Confucian Sheng.

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March 3, Wudang.

Tianzhu Peak, the white jade square was crowded, and all the disciples of the Seven Peaks gathered here, just to participate in the Seven Summits held today.

At this time, the square was full of people.

The disciples who knew each other in each peak greeted each other, and were talking about who could win the jackpot, and the three words that appeared the most in the crowd were undoubtedly Zhang Ruolin.

In the crowd, only the disciples of Xiaobi Feng stood in a neat line at the corner of the square, not talking to anyone.

They are all female disciples, and they have never intersected with Liufeng, and they know their opponents in the previous martial arts, or they have performed relatively well in the martial arts.

The only one that all the disciples of Xiaobi Peak know, and the only three people that all the other peaks know, are Liu Ruoxu, Zhang Ruolin and Sun Wuji. One is a Wudang celebrity who has won the top name of the martial arts five times in a row, and the other is a wizard who has only emerged in the past two years, and after Liu Ruoxu withdrew from the martial arts, he quickly seized the top name of the martial arts, as for the last one! The reputation is even more famous, and almost all Wudang disciples know his great name, that is, the second grandson of the millennium.

Chen Zhenyi stood in the queue of disciples of Tianzhu Peak, stepped his feet to look at the neatly arranged queue on the left, looked through the bustling crowd, and found the mystery of the fish among the disciples of Xiaobi Peak at a glance.

Maybe it's a heart, maybe it's an inadvertent glance, and the two eyes cross countless unfamiliar faces, looking at each other in pairs.

Chen Zhenyi smiled and nodded, but Yu Xuanji's face was expressionless, as if there was still a trace of displeasure, and he didn't know if it was an illusion or a mistake, Chen Zhenyi seemed to notice the coldness and murderous aura in Yu Xuanji's eyes.

Chen Zhenyi was a little puzzled for a while, feeling that Yu Xuanji seemed to have changed as if he had changed a person.

He bowed his head in deep thought in some frustration, but he couldn't figure it out. At this time, the little senior brother whispered in his ear with some obscenity, "Who are you looking for?" The female Taoist priest who double-cultivated with you? ”

Chen Zhenyi looked at the little senior brother in surprise, thinking to himself, why are you still thinking about this? But the little senior brother seemed to be very concerned about this matter, and asked unwillingly, "Is she here?" Which is it? ”

Chen Zhenyi rolled his eyes and didn't bother anymore.

At this time, there was a commotion in the crowd, and they all looked in one direction.

Driven by curiosity, Chen Zhenyi couldn't help but turn his head, the focus of the crowd was a young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, handsome and elegant, this person had both the handsomeness of a Taoist priest and the elegance of a Confucian scholar, and it was the young man he saw on the cliff two days ago.

He seemed to be asking the little senior brother beside him, and seemed to be talking to himself, "Who is he?" ”

The little senior brother beside him said: "People are the top names in the last session of the martial arts, not only are they handsome, but they are also high, they can eat by their appearance, but they have to fight for their strength, and they really don't let others live."

Chen Zhen thought to himself, why do you have to look at your face in this era? It seems that it is the same in any era, he is really handsome, not to mention those female Taoists in Xiaobi Peak, even some men are also rushing to shout his name, just like chasing stars.

"Zhang Ruolin ......"

These three words have been passed on in the crowd for a long time, one after another, and they have endured for a long time.

On the mountain road at the foot of Wudang Mountain, separated by about two miles, there are two groups of people walking.

There were two people in front, one was dressed in white, spotless and handsome, and the other was dressed in an old green shirt with a wine gourd hanging from his waist. The two of them walked one after the other, the man in white held his head high and walked in front, and the man in green stopped after walking a few steps, looking a little hesitant.

Behind them, there were several people in the distance, wearing black cloaks, sneaky.

The young man in white suddenly stopped and asked with a little jokingness: "Brother Ziyu, at your speed, we will reach Tianzhu Peak, and we will have to tomorrow, right?" ”

The Confucian in green shirts simply sat on the stone next to the road, and spit out a sentence unhurriedly: "I can't walk, I want to rest."

The young man in white shook his head and smiled bitterly, but he didn't force it. He knew the man's temper, and it took a lot of thought to coax him in, and of course, silver. Now at the foot of the mountain, he will not leave. Although he pretended to be reluctant to climb the mountain, the young man still roughly guessed the reason why he was reluctant to go to Wudang from his somewhat eager and hesitant eyes, and at the same time a little evasive.

Thirty years ago, this high-spirited Confucian went deep into the land of Western Chu three times, and also entered the royal family of Chu three times to preach the righteousness of Confucianism. Whether it was the king of Chu, the princes and nobles of Chu, or the children of the family, they all gave him the courtesy that a great Confucian deserved. The scholars of Chu who visited him lined up in a long line, in order to meet this famous Confucian in Shandong, even if it was a glance from a distance, it was also excellent.

After such a holy teacher, the contemporary Confucian, who is known as a model for scholars in the world, became self-defeating after entering Western Chu for the third time, and borrowed wine to kill his sorrows all day long.

Among all the scholars, as well as the vassal states, and the Jianghu sects, there are all kinds of stories about him, and there are all kinds of things to say.

But this great Confucian kept silent about the past, and laughed at the rumors of ill intentions from people all over the world, or the angry denunciations of scholars, or the regretful words of celebrities in the world.

According to his words: Everyone in the world is drunk and I am sober.

Behind the seemingly exaggerated and high level, it is not a kind of sadness that is difficult to find, but unfortunately, in this world, no one will care about the powerless cry of a frustrated scholar, after the stormy waves, everything is calm, only he, still in this turbid world, with spirits over and over again to water the endless sorrow in his heart, trying to extinguish the ideal fire in his heart.

The young man in white raised his eyes and looked at the hazy Wudang Immortal Mountain, and sighed lightly: "What is there that you dare not face?" ”

The Confucian student in the green shirt heard the young man's sigh, and also looked at the mountains and mountains of Wudang Mountain, full of aura, and his face was full of melancholy.