At this moment.

looked at the old peachwood sword in Li Muxuan's hand.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

There's no way, this passage is exactly the same as the script, the magic weapon in the biography of the immortals.

At first glance.

It's like waiting for Li Muxuan to get it!

Come to think of this.

Everyone couldn't help but look up at the sky.

To tell the truth, at this time, there will be some visions of heaven and earth, such as three thousand miles of purple qi, the sky is falling, the earth is surging golden lotus, and the entire Wudang Mountain is trembling violently.

There is no doubt that Li Muxuan is a proper immortal!

It's a pity that none of that is available.

But even so, Zhou Meng, who was a disciple of the Wudang Sect, couldn't help but show a shocked expression on his face when he saw his Zhenshan Taomu Sword 'recognizing the master'.

"Mo Fei. Li Daoyou is the reincarnation of an immortal? ”

Zhou Meng's gaze was extremely complicated for a while.

Before that.

Although he felt that Li Muxuan had the appearance of an immortal, it was more of an affirmation of talent and heart.

But today's incident is somewhat mysterious.

He didn't know if the Zhenshan Peach Wood Sword could be Zhenshan, but it had been put steadily for hundreds of years, and countless people tried in vain, so you took it as soon as you came.

It looks easier than eating and drinking.

This is like a drama in which Patriarch Sanfeng selects successors from generation to generation to inherit the Wudang Dao lineage.

If it is coupled with the proverb of 'Wudang will prosper in a different day', with this sword alone, Li Muxuan is walking sideways in the Wudang faction, and it is estimated that few people dare to stop him.

After all, the ancestor selected the people of Daxing Wudang.

Not to mention seniority.

Does this legitimacy need to be questioned?

As for whether the prophecy is true.

It doesn't matter.

As long as someone is willing to believe that this is true, then he is true!

However, the problem also happened to appear in this place, if Li Muxuan was a disciple of the Wudang faction, everything would seem so good, but he was a disciple of another faction.

It's embarrassing.

A person from another faction took the Zhenshan peach wood sword.

How should Wudang deal with himself?

Could it be that the orthodoxy of Sanfeng is in Sany?!

Come to think of this.

Zhou Meng glanced at Li Muxuan in a complicated manner, and then quickly stopped a disciple not far away.

"Hurry up and invite the head of the Golden Palace to come over, just say that the Zhenshan peach wood sword has been taken!" Zhou Meng opened his mouth, things have come to this point, only the elders of the sect can decide.

"Senior Brother Zhou, you read that right."

"That's a few hundred years old."

As he spoke, the Wudang disciple looked at the cliff, and when he found the peachwood sword in one of them, the whole person was instantly stunned in place.

He glanced at these outsiders casually before, as if they were led by Senior Brother Hong Yin.

But I didn't expect to come to get the sword!

"Don't go yet."

Zhou Meng hurriedly urged.

"Yes! Be! ”

Knowing that this matter was not trivial, this disciple hurriedly ran towards the golden hall on the top of the mountain.

Meanwhile.

A little curiosity flashed in Zhang Zhiwei's eyes.

He doesn't believe in any treasures that recognize the owner, the intergenerational inheritance of Mitutoyo Zhenren, and so on.

After all, his family's three-five slashing swords have been placed in the door for thousands of years, and he has never heard of anyone who takes the initiative to recognize as the master, and he has always been qualified to use it by the successor heavenly master.

But the means that Daoyou just revealed.

He really didn't get it.

Immediately, Zhang Zhiwei took the initiative to ask, "Lao Li, what's going on?" ”

"The treasure is hidden deep in the mountains, waiting for the immortals to come to take it, of course, I am attracted by the immortal posture of the master!" At this time, Xiao Bai, who was standing on Lu Jin's shoulder, was extremely excited.

After knowing that the master was low-key, he basically didn't speak in front of people, and only chatted on the road.

But at this moment, he really couldn't help it!

Hundreds of years of vision.

Of course, he understands that it is not a treasure to choose the owner, but the choice and acquisition actually do not have much impact.

The choice is nothing more than a bit of mythological story, and the take is active, but in any case, the master has really broken the ban left by the immortals!

"Xiaobai is right!"

Hearing this, Lu Jin immediately nodded in agreement.

Then he looked at Hong Yin, squeezed his eyebrows and said: "Hong Daoyou, there are successors to the inheritance left by Sanfeng Zhenren, you should be happy, why don't you have a smile on your face?" Is it because you don't like to laugh by nature? ”

“.”

Hearing this, Hong Yin suddenly felt his heart like a knife.

This moment.

He'd rather it was a dream, even if he went mad and got lost in the interior!

That's just at this time.

A calm and calm voice sounded.

"It's not that mysterious."

Li Muxuan glanced at the peachwood sword and said, "It is the test and gift left by the real person to the younger generations." ”

"And how did you crack it?"

Zhang Zhiwei asked curiously.

"The specific principle is a bit complicated, and it involves the speed at which things change."

Li Muxuan explained: "The speed of change of this peachwood sword is different from the normal world we are in, although it looks like it is in front of us, but in fact, what can be touched is only the gap caused by the dislocation of time and space. ”

"Any force applied to this gap will only be returned to the applicator intact."

"Space-time dislocation?"

A bright color flashed in Zhang Zhiwei's eyes.

He didn't understand Qimen Dunjia, nor did he understand what space-time dislocation and space-time gap were.

However, from Daoyou's words, he still captured a bit of key information, "Lao Li, according to what you say, do you have the means to change the speed of change of things, or change the change of time?" ”

As soon as this remark came out.

Everyone looked at Li Muxuan incredulously.

A means of controlling the change in time?

Compared to the treasure to recognize the owner.

This one sounds significantly more outrageous, okay!

The space is okay, there are many means of handling similar to the eight doors, but the time is different.

This is completely down to the realm that only immortals can set foot in, at least in their opinion, after all, so far, they have not heard of anyone who can influence time!

"That's right."

Li Muxuan nodded and admitted that the chaotic golden watch was indeed a spell that could control the speed of change of things.

However, it can only be used with the Qimen after the wind.

The Zhuge family, as a big family that has been inherited for thousands of years, although this spell has been included, but because the preconditions are not enough, it has been placed in the library and no one cares about it.

And Li Muxuan easily built the spell after seeing it, but he didn't usually have a chance to use it.

Just right.

used it to break the ban left by Mitutoyo Zhenren.

It can be regarded as passing the test of a real person.

Just this gift.

Li Muxuan looked at the peachwood sword in his hand.

Although it looks like a burning stick, when held in the hand, the Qi machine is running and hooking, and you can still sense that the sword contains a rich essence of wood, which is an excellent magic weapon.

Especially when it is used to suppress disasters and avoid evil, control ghosts and eliminate demons, it is even more invincible.

The peach wood, the essence of the five woods.

Sex is yang.

Because it has a restraint effect on evil qi and evil spirits, Taoist disciples often use it when doing rituals.

However, there are also three, six, nine and other types of peach wood, the higher the quality and year, the stronger the power, and the current handle in his hand is undoubtedly the best product.

At the same time, this sword is used as the treasure of Wudang.

After hundreds of years of changes, it has been worshiped by countless pilgrims, with its own majestic power of faith.

Let's put it this way.

This mahogany sword just sat there and didn't move.

Ordinary evils dare not approach.

Just thinking about it.

The peachwood sword, which was linked to the Qi machine in Li Muxuan's body, ignited a touch of white Qi on the surface.

The next moment, as if tempered by the flames, and as if soaked in the blue waves, the original gray appearance began to glow again, the sword body glowed with a deep luster, and several extremely mysterious talismans also appeared on it.

Seeing this, everyone couldn't help but be surprised.

Hong Yin's face turned pale.

Although the other party explained the reason, it is an indisputable fact that he passed the test of the ancestor.

It is also natural that the Zhenshan peach wood sword is owned by the other party.

However, if the head of the family is investigated afterwards, he will inevitably be inextricably involved, and when he thinks that he is only thirteen or fourteen years old, he will be charged with the crime of losing the treasure of Zhenshan, and he inexplicably has the urge to cry.

That's just at this time.

A flat voice rang out.

"Zhou Daoyou, you can put away this peach wood sword." As he spoke, Li Muxuan threw the sword back.

"Huh?"

Zhou Meng hurriedly caught the peachwood sword, and a look of disbelief appeared on his face.

"Li Daoyou, what do you mean by this?"

"Nothing."

Li Muxuan said lightly: "This is a gift from Sanfeng Zhenren to the descendants of Wudang." ”

"It's just that it was obtained by the poor road, and the ability to hang it up again is not poor, but since it is the thing of your ancestor, it can be regarded as returning the thing to its original owner to you."

Zhou Meng's eyes were instantly complicated.

"Li Daoyou."

"Do you know what this sword means?"

"It doesn't matter to me."

"This"

At this moment, Zhou Meng looked at Li Muxuan, who had an indifferent face in front of him, and he inexplicably had a feeling that compared to the so-called Zhenshan Peach Wood Sword, the other party was obviously more important!

This is a very simple question.

That is, why do you think that the person who takes the sword will be worth less than the sword itself?

It was Li Muxuan who passed the test of the patriarch.

Not this peachwood sword.

If you want to make this sword, it will be nothing more than a number of treasures for Wudang, but what is missing?

Zhou Meng thought of the other party's means of controlling the changes of things, as well as this unmoved heart of the treasure, without the slightest hesitation, and took the initiative to step forward and hand the sword back.

"Li Daoyou, if you judge it by my reasoning."

"Even if this sword was left by the ancestor, his old man didn't explicitly say that it was left for Wudang's disciples."

"Since you're broken, it's yours!"

"But I'm still young, so I can't make the decision in this matter, and I have to wait for the elders to make a decision."

"But before that, you hold this sword, and no one can find the slightest fault!"

Zhou Meng's expression was extremely serious, and his intuition told him that if he was good friends with the other party, Wudang would not suffer any losses, and there was no need to sacrifice the basics because of small losses.

"Okay."

Li Muxuan is not hypocritical.

This is not a drama of resignation, but he is too lazy to argue with the Wudang faction over this matter.

After all, the magic weapon is not what he wants.

And at the same time.

Hong Yin saw Senior Brother Zhou Meng's actions, although he was a little puzzled, he didn't say anything.

Now he is like ashes, just waiting for the elders in the door to come, and everyone will get the stolen goods, and then he can pack his bags overnight and get out of Wudang.

In the middle of my mind.

An indifferent voice sounded in his ears.

"Hong Daoyou."

"Didn't you say I was looking for your uncle? Please lead the way, Poor Dao wants to ask for Wudang swordsmanship. ”

Li Muxuan opened his mouth, the matter of the peach wood sword in Zhenshan was a small episode for him, and the fundamental purpose of his coming to Wudang was to ask for advice on cultivation.

And to hear this.

In line with the idea that the treasures in the door let themselves lead people to plan, and then let the master and uncle be beaten.

Hong Yin snorted heavily.

"Humph! Bring it! ”

Now yourself.

There's nothing left to lose!

Immediately, the group turned around and walked towards the daily cultivation place of Nanyan Palace.

At the same time, the top of the Martial Heaven Pillar Peak.

In front of a gilded bronze palace.

One tall and one short, one old and one young, two figures sat cross-legged on the futon.

"Can you remember everything that the teacher just said?"

"Remembered."

Zhou Sheng yawned, and said weakly: "Qimen cultivation is the same as Tai Chi Jin. ”

"It's all about change."

"The strength is ever-changing, and so is everything, and the core of the way of Qimen is to control the changes of others at all times, to brake with static, and to respond to all changes with no change."

"Well, that's right."

The dwarf old man nodded, then suddenly jumped up and smashed his fist on the head of his own disciple.

"But can you be a little more energetic with this evil handicap!"

"How can there be a reason for a master to preach and a disciple to doze off! Didn't I let you sleep at night?! ”

"Yes, yes, the disciple knows that he is wrong."

Eight-character eyebrows, Zhou Sheng, who had an unlucky face, rubbed his head, and then said with a rare and serious expression: "But Master, this Qimen spell has to calculate the pattern of others, and also adjust its own position, which is really troublesome." ”

"The apprentice feels that instead of responding to all changes with the same attitude, he passively accepts changes."

"Is there any initiative?"

"For example, we usually practice Tai Chi, the same way to actively control changes?"

"Huh, control the change?"

"The toad yawned, and his tone was not small."

Having said that, in the face of the disciple's question, the short old Taoist still replied seriously: "There may be such a method in the world, but only those who have the comprehension qualifications and life cultivation can realize it." ”

"Such a person may not be able to produce one in a thousand years."

"Don't even think about it."

"Be honest and down-to-earth, finish humanity first, don't think about these things all day long."

"Yes."

Zhou Sheng nodded lazily when he heard this.

He asked casually.

As for whether there is one, and whether it can be realized depends on fate, it really doesn't work.

He doesn't have any obsession or ambition, to the point that he has to do it, after all, how tired he is, rather than that, it's better to live comfortably in the moment.

At this time, I saw the appearance of my own disciple.

The dwarf old man shook his head.

Actually, it's about the nature of the mind.

This big monkey can definitely be ranked first in Wudang Junior, but he is too lazy.

Others are working hard, he is sleeping, others are angry, he is wandering around the mountains on a donkey, and the main thing is not to embarrass himself in his cultivation.

"If only I Wudang when, I could produce an immortal seedling like Trinity Door."

"Why did this good thing catch up with Zuo Laodao!"

Thinking of the rumors of Trinity Door cutting roots not long ago, a little envy flashed in the eyes of the short old man.

But think again.

Even if there are really fairy seedlings, it depends on whether it is suitable or not, and it is useless if the path is not right, so there is no need to be envious.

Right now.

A disciple ran over in a panic.

"What's going on?"

Seeing this, the short old man inquired and said, "How do you usually teach you?" ”

"Every time there is a calm atmosphere in the face of a major event, the people of my generation of cultivators should guard against arrogance and rashness, Mount Tai collapses in front and the face does not change, even if the sky falls, panic is useless."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw this disciple speak: "Master, something is wrong!" ”

"The peach wood sword of our town mountain was taken away by outsiders!"

"What?!"

The short old man stood up suddenly, revealing an incredulous expression.

It's been hundreds of years.

Can someone really take that thing?

Seeing this, the disciple continued to add, "It seems that Hong Yin brought someone over. ”

"Huh?"

The short old man was a little confused.

That stupid boy, how else can he do such a feat?

(End of chapter)