Zhaohua is fleeting, a hundred years in the blink of an eye.

2015, midsummer.

The one hundred and seventeen-year-old Zhou Hexuan is already old, and his waist, which used to be straight, has also bent down.

His face was full of wrinkles, and his clear eyes were cloudy.

He visibly felt that his physical function was declining, and his appetite was getting worse.

He had a hunch that his time was running out, that the end was approaching, and that he would probably burp up and ascend to heaven soon.

As a result, this world-renowned modern and contemporary writer, historian, musician, political commentator, calligrapher, and orator.... Zhou Hexuan, who was waiting for a bunch of honorary titles, took advantage of the fact that he was still sober to reasonably arrange his posthumous affairs and complete the distribution of countless family properties.

Although it is not said that it can satisfy all the children and grandchildren, it can be regarded as rain and dew and take care of everyone.

Subsequently, while he could still move, Zhou Hexuan came to the mainland from Xiangjiang in a low-key manner.

To be precise, it is Wudang Mountain.

The arrival of this literary bigwig has made all walks of life at the foot of Wudang Mountain surge, and government personnel have personally accompanied him.

"Mr. Zhou, do you want to go to Wudang Mountain? This..... That's not appropriate, is it?"

When they learned that Zhou Hexuan wanted to go to Wudang Mountain to have a look, the government personnel were instantly dumbfounded.

"There's nothing wrong with it, I'm sorry to bother you, I'll walk up slowly myself."

Zhou Hexuan was on crutches and stared blankly at the majestic mountains in front of him, as if recalling the situation when he met the old immortal Zhang Sanfeng, the ancestor of Wudang, a hundred years ago.

Now that the deadline is approaching, he wants to see the old fairy again and listen to the teachings of the old fairy, then he will die without regrets.

"Boom ....."

Zhou Hexuan's voice fell, but everyone present was shocked.

What are you kidding, this old gentleman is already more than a hundred years old, and if he is allowed to climb the mountain, he will most likely die halfway.

If this really happens, not to mention the local government, even the central court will not be able to bear the responsibility.

When the time comes, international accusations will be overwhelming, enough to be called a major event that will shake the whole world.

"Mr. Zhou, it's not that we have to stop it, but your body..."

A government official stepped forward and said cautiously.

"Yes, Grandpa, why do you have to go to Wudang Mountain? What can you tell us?"

Zhou Hexuan's great-granddaughter Lin Xiao has always been by his side, but she doesn't understand why her grandfather must be obsessed with Shangwudang Mountain.

"No, you don't understand! I can feel it, I'm dying."

Zhou Hexuan said very persistently: "If I can't go up to see before I die, I won't be blind when I die."

"You insist on going to Wudang Mountain, but there is your old friend on the mountain?"

At this time, a government official suddenly said that he thought that in the first half of Zhou Hexuan's life, he had a close relationship with Wudang Mountain, but before liberation, Zhou Hexuan left the mainland and went to Xiangjiang, and only in recent years did he move around the mainland.

In this way, maybe Zhou Hexuan is remembering an old friend and wants to see that old friend before he dies.

"Hey, young man, you're right, I haven't seen that old fairy for more than eighty years."

Zhou Hexuan saw that someone could guess his thoughts, so he couldn't help but turn his head and look at the man, nodded and said.

"More than eighty years ago... Why don't we ask the Religious Affairs Administration to see if that friend of yours is still alive?"

Hearing this, the government staff were speechless, do you think everyone lives as long as you, and it's hard to say whether your old friend is still alive.

"Yes, the old immortal must be here, he has lived for more than seven hundred years, and it will definitely not be a problem to live for another hundred years."

Seeing that the government personnel blocked it again and again, Zhou Hexuan was so excited that he didn't want to say more, and strode towards the way up the mountain.

As soon as he moved, the bodyguards around him naturally followed, as well as his great-granddaughter Lin Xiao, too

hurriedly followed.

The information that Zhou Hexuan inadvertently revealed surprised the staff present.

"An old immortal who has lived for more than 700 years? Could it be Zhang Sanfeng, the patriarch of the Wudang Kai faction, Zhang Zhenren?"

At this time, a staff member suddenly said.

"Quite possibly."

When the others heard this, they calculated the time, and indeed only Zhang Sanfeng at the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Ming Dynasty could match the number.

But how is this possible?

How can there be immortals?

In the crowd, a middle-aged man with an ordinary face did not change his face after hearing this, but he quietly withdrew from the team.

"Report to the leader, Zhou Hexuan insisted on going to Wudang Mountain, his purpose was an old immortal who had lived for more than 700 years, and the other party was suspected to be Zhang Sanfeng, the ancestor of the Wudang Kai faction."

After coming to a remote place, the man took out his mobile phone, dialed a number, and said quickly.

"Okay, keep in touch."

The other end of the phone just gave a command and hung up.

Soon, the news reached the top level, and a big leader gave clear instructions: all units tried their best to help Zhou Hexuan go to Wudang, pay close attention to the people he came into contact with, and make sure that their meeting went smoothly.

....

Of course, Zhou Hexuan didn't know about high-level matters, and he didn't bother to care.

Under the instructions of the high-level and with the help of people from all sides, he easily climbed the Tianzhu Peak more than 1,600 meters high and came to the Wudang Sect.

After receiving instructions, the current head of the Wudang faction, Qingwei Dao Chief, came to greet him with all the disciples of Wudang.

"Immeasurable Tianzun, poor and clear, Xi is the head of Wudang! It is a great honor to welcome Mr. Zhou from afar!"

Qingwei Daochang, who was nearly sixty years old, had a ruddy face, and saw Zhou Hexuan and his party arriving from a distance, and greeted him and made a Taoist salute.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, I've seen the Dao Master."

Zhou Hexuan bowed and returned the salute and said politely.

Subsequently, the two sides came to the Zhenwu Hall and sat down.

"Dare to ask Dao Chief, is the old immortal of your sect patriarch Zhang Zhenren still in the world?"

After greeting and greeting for a while, Zhou Hexuan couldn't wait to ask.

"Mr. Zhou said with a smile, it has been nearly a thousand years since the founding of our sect, and Master Zu has already ascended to the immortal realm, how can he still be in the world?"

Qingwei's eyes flickered, and she didn't understand the other party's intention, so she spoke.

"Zhang Zhenren has soared? When did he ascend? The last time I saw him, the real person also said that there is still some heat away from the fairyland, why haven't I seen him for more than a hundred years, and the real person has soared.....

When Zhou Hexuan heard this, he instantly became excited and asked again.

"Oh? Mr. Zhou has seen Master Zu?"

Qingwei Daoist was stunned when he heard this, his eyes flickered for a moment, and he asked curiously.

Not only him, but everyone present was excited, and a staff member quietly took out a voice recorder to record the incident.

This is the big news of the century, Zhang Sanfeng, the ancestor of Wudang at the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, actually lived to a hundred years ago and met with the great writer Zhou Hexuan at that time.

"It was more than 100 years ago, not long after I came back from Nanyang, I wrote the trilogy of "Shooting the Condor", because I was afraid that my serialization speed was too slow, the great warlord Chu Yupu urged me to change by force, put me under house arrest, and admired my talent, and recruited me as a foreign secretary."

When Zhou Hexuan heard this, his mind returned to more than 100 years ago, and slowly told a shocking secret to the world.

"That day, I was working on 'The Rise of a Great Power' in the study of Chu Yupu's small western-style building, when I suddenly heard a burst of gunshots, so I got up and went out to check."

"At this glance, I was surprised to find that there was an old Taoist leader with immortal wind bones standing in the hall on the first floor, surrounded by more than a dozen big-headed soldiers, one by one pointing guns at the old Taoist leader, and the old Taoist leader's feet were full of bullets, thinking that those bullets were fired at the old immortal, but they were resolved by the old immortal with magical powers."

"It's just that I didn't see Chu Yupu, and I heard later that Chu Yupu had been killed by the old immortal because of his deep sin!"

"Later, the old fairy read the manuscript of the "Condor Shooting" trilogy in my study, and to be honest, I was quite embarrassed and dreamy at that time."

"After all, Yitian wrote the apprentice grandson of the old immortal so badly, I thought the old immortal was here to trouble me."

Hearing this, everyone present smiled, as if they could understand Zhou Hexuan's mood at that time.

However, even if they only listened to Zhou Hexuan's narration, everyone was fascinated.

Yes, an old immortal who has lived for more than 700 years suddenly appeared, and came to the door because he wrote about him and his disciples and grandchildren

"Later, I asked the old immortal to leave Tianjin quickly, because Chu Yupu was Zhang Zongchang's subordinate at that time, and Zhang Zongchang has always been unreasonable, I am afraid that Zhang Zongchang will find trouble with the old immortal."

Zhou Hexuan continued, "Who knows, the old fairy said something to me."

"What did Master Zu say?"

Qingwei listened with relish and asked excitedly.

"The old fairy said, "Oh, it seems that you kid doesn't know anything about the strength of the old way!" Then he took me by the arm and flew me into the sky."

Zhou Hexuan showed a look of nostalgia on his face, and said, "When I come back to my senses, I am already standing on an auspicious cloud with the old immortal, at least three or four thousand meters above the ground."

"Wow..."

As soon as the words fell, everyone was in an uproar.

Flying to the sky, this is the ultimate dream of mankind in history.

Moreover, auspicious clouds ....

This is the soaring clouds and fog of myths and legends.

"It's good luck that you actually soared through the clouds with Master Zu!"

Qingwei Dao Chang's words were full of envy and said.

"Yes, later I saw that the old immortal could soar through the clouds and mist, not the practice of martial arts as I thought, so I immediately asked the old immortal to accept me as a disciple and pass on my immortal way."

Zhou Hexuan smiled and continued.

"Then what about later, did the old immortal pass on your immortal way?"

Lin Xiao asked.

The others also stared at Zhou Hexuan tightly, waiting for his answer.

"No, the old fairy said that I don't have immortal bones and can't step into the gate of the immortal path."

Under everyone's expectant gaze, Zhou Hexuan shook his head and said.

"Fairy bones? What is a fairy bone?"

Lin Xiao asked curiously.

"I don't know, the old fairy didn't explain, he just said that I don't have fairy bones."

Zhou Hexuan shook his head, and then said, "Just when I was disappointed, the old immortal gave me two magic weapons."

"A small jade bottle contains ten herbs, and after eating it, it can eliminate all diseases. I ate one, and then I gave one to each of my nine wives. The last remaining jade vase, I put it in the Mingcheng Museum."

"There is also a magic robe, I was able to create it with peace of mind in the environment of artillery fire, and I was not threatened by the major warlords, and the magic robe given by the old god was a great contribution."

"Xiaoxiao, after I die, the magic robe will automatically fall off, and when the time comes, you will personally return the magic robe to Wudang and hand it over to the Qingwei Dao Chief, in order to repay the kindness of the old immortal."

Speaking of this, Zhou Hexuan looked at Lin Xiao, the closest great-granddaughter, and instructed her.

"Boom ....."

Elixir, vestment..... These two legendary existences actually appeared alive in front of them.

In an instant, everyone at the scene showed excited expressions, as if they were in a myth and legend, which made them feel dizzy.

At the same time, Zhou Hexuan's words also solved a century-old puzzle.

Why can Zhou Hexuan live to be more than 100 years old, and his nine aunts and wives, all of them live a long life of 100 years old and have no illness or disaster.

That is, a few years ago, his nine aunts and wives died one after another, but they all died when they were 100 years old.

It turned out that all this was because the old fairy gave the elixir back then.

"Oh

, No wonder, I said what the origin of that little jade bottle, grandpa you have never talked about."

Lin Xiao suddenly suddenly, obviously remembering the little jade bottle, but thinking of the death that Zhou Hexuan said, he was a little sad, and said comfortingly: "Grandpa, don't worry, you will definitely live another hundred years."

"Mr. Zhou, since it is the magic robe given by the ancestor master, my Wudang faction will not dare to get involved, so it will be inherited by the Zhou family."

Qingwei Dao Chang glanced at everyone present imperceptibly, thoughts were churning in his mind, and he refused.

He knew that although Zhou Hexuan didn't care, there were staff at the scene and heard about it.

In this case, the Wudang Sect will not be able to keep such a magical robe, so it is better to take the initiative to withdraw.

Sure enough, after listening to him, several staff members nodded imperceptibly.

"Xiaoxiao, you heard my will, do as I say."

Zhou Hexuan didn't know, not to mention that Wudang couldn't be saved, even the Zhou family couldn't be saved, but the words had been spoken, and there was no room for recovery.

However, he has lived for more than 100 years, and he is not stunned, so he naturally has his considerations when he says it like this.

"Dao Chief, dare to ask when the old immortal ascended?"

After talking about the past, what Zhou Hexuan cares about the most is whether he can see Zhang Sanfeng's old immortal again before he dies.

"Don't hide it from Mr. Zhou, Lao Dao has never seen Master Zu, and he doesn't know that Master Zu has been alive all along, and he thought that his old man had already ascended to the immortal realm as early as the Ming Dynasty."

When Qingwei Dao Chang heard this, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He, the head of the family, had never seen his own grandfather, and he only learned the truth from an outsider.

That's enough for ***.

"Ah.....h

When Zhou Hexuan heard this, his heart was half cold.

It turned out that it was just a wonderful misunderstanding.

He thought that Daoist Qingwei knew about the old immortals, but he never thought that it was just the other party's prevarication.

If he had known this, he would not have told the story of the year.

"Boy, what are you looking for Lao Dao for?"

At this moment, a faint sound came from afar, entering the True Martial Hall.