The autumn in the south of the Yangtze River and the autumn in the north of the river are not a season since ancient times, the birds and flowers in the south of the Yangtze River are still lush, and the north of the river has withered leaves and a group of slaughter, but it is not necessarily the opposite, such as this clear night sky like water, the same is true in the north of the Yangtze River, and the same is true of the south of the Yangtze River.

A half-yellow leaf quietly fell and landed on the boy's thin shirt, but the boy quietly looked at the night sky and didn't notice it. He seemed to see the Purple Mountain halfway through the smoke cage, the brightly lit Qinhuai River, and the Tianzhu Peak, Nanyan, and countless pairs of eyes, everything was so clear and so blurry, he let out a long sigh, maybe he didn't even notice it.

If it weren't for the incomprehensible matter, who would want to leave Wudang Mountain?

There are many Taoist sects, but the disciples of the Wudang faction only recognize the patriarch Sanfeng Zhang Zhenren, July 26, Zhang Sanfeng Patriarch Christmas, is the most solemn festival in Wudang, and the next three days are the triennial, the day of the Wudang disciple competition.

Jianghu people attach great importance to martial arts, and it can be said that it is secret. Famous authenticity is no exception, and even more stringent.

It is through competition that Wudang selects disciples with good character to teach more advanced martial arts and exercises.

Therefore, every sect and faction on the rivers and lakes has more or less unscrupulous disciples, but Wudang, there are almost none.

Early in the morning, Lu Chuan came from the room and took a deep breath in the sun, the air in Wudang Mountain has always been good, except for those cigarette-filled halls, of course.

Although he still has great respect for the patriarch Zhang Zhenren, he just thinks that yesterday's sacrificial ceremony is really meaningless, and respecting in his heart is the right way, on the surface, it is all for show.

He went up the mountain at the age of four, and it has been ten years now, and he has heard a lot of the terms "sloppy Taoist" and "Zhang San Crazy" in private.

However, he is still very much looking forward to today's event, after all, if he performs well, he may be qualified to learn Tai Chi Shenjian.

That's the Taiji Divine Sword, how many swordsmanship can compare to the Taiji Divine Sword in the martial arts?

And if he can be selected this year, at the age of fourteen to learn the Tai Chi Divine Sword, hum, he is also a leader in Wudang, Duan Xueyu will inevitably look at himself differently.

Thinking of this, Lu Chuan had a smile on his face, young people just like to dream.

Lu Chuan walked towards the front mountain, and suddenly a shadow appeared in front of him, and the young man's clear eyes lit up instantly, what a coincidence, Duan Xueyu.

Young people are thin-skinned, but they are most likely to have this kind of ignorant feelings, although they are eager to see her every moment of the day, but when she is in front of her, they dare not come forward to talk, and they rack their brains every time to make excuses for "chance encounters" and make excuses for talking. Not only that, but when she took the initiative to talk, she had to pretend not to care and pretend to be impatient.

There are very few people who are "shameless" like Wan Chaoqing, he doesn't seem to know how to write the four words that are different between men and women, and when he sees Duan Xueyu, he will come up when he sees it, and he will be serious, and his face is not red.

This is what Lu Chuan despises the most.

"Phew, hypocrite. Lu Chuan spat at his back and scolded in a low voice.

"Xiao Chuan", with an abrupt sound, startled Lu Chuan, who was slandering in the stomach, and when he looked back, it was Lu Chaoyi and Sun Jiushu.

These two men and he are fellow apprentices, not brothers, but like siblings.

"Ouch, two brothers. ”

"How's it going?"

"Feeling...... It's okay. ”

Words like "okay" are very modest for Lu Chuan, he thought: Just kidding, what kind of person am I, a young chivalrous guest, I can also be called a swordsman when I go to the rivers and lakes, and I can still prepare for the twelve swords of Wudang, and I still need to prepare for the same competition?

The three of them talked and laughed and walked to the front mountain, at this time, the nine palaces and nine views, Taoist fellows, the people sent by the imperial court and those who came to watch the ceremony had already come, but the center set aside a ten-zhang square open space for the competition.

There are weapon racks on both sides of the field, swords, guns, arrows, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, and all kinds of blades on the west shelf, and only swords on the east shelf, all three-foot-long wooden swords.

The referee stands at the head of the field, and the disciple enters at the bottom, and the order of admission is determined by drawing lots.

Lu Chuan's number was drawn behind, which made him a little unhappy, he wanted to exchange with whom, but he didn't want to watch the competition and forget it.

Lu Chaoyi and Sun Jiushu are both at the top, and their strength is clear, so they don't have to worry at all.

After that, Wan Chaoqing appeared, and the swordsmanship he made was to wrap around the finger soft sword, and if the finger soft sword was not a deep internal force, it was best to choose a sword with better flexibility in order to play a better effect. The wooden sword is brittle, and it is not suitable for this set of swordsmanship, but fortunately, it is light and can barely be used.

In fact, this is the second point that Lu Chuan looks down on Wan Chaoqing, the power of the finger-twisting soft sword is not weak, it is too feminine, and there are mostly female cultivators.

Duan Xueyu also knows this set of swordsmanship, but it looks much more eye-catching than him.

After that, there was Lu Chuan, and as soon as Wan Chaoqing got off the stage, he jumped up all of a sudden.

Pulled out a wooden sword from the shelf, weighed it, pulled a sword flower, and then put it behind his back, looking at Wan Chaoqing's back with cold eyes, full of contempt.

"Come on, Ogawa!"

"Luchuan ......"

"Ogawa ......"

Although he has a flamboyant temperament, his popularity is excellent, firstly, he is young, and secondly, he does have the ability, so the cheering is louder than anyone's, and even some people who are not familiar with him shout twice.

People are like this, the more others cheer him up, the more energetic he becomes, Lu Chuan's heart is beautiful, and he thinks: Look, this is my Lu Chuan, can others have this reputation?

Thinking of this, he turned around and hugged his fists to return the salute, which was called returning the salute, in fact, he wanted to take this opportunity to take a look at Duan Xueyu to see if she had beaten his waist and raised his breath.

When I saw it, I was even happier in my heart.

At this time, his opponent had already played, Chong Luchuan hugged his fist, and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Xiaochuan's subordinates are merciful." ”

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say. ”

It's all nice to say, but when you move your hands, you won't give in on the spot.

This person's name is Wu Bikun, and Wan Chaoqing are apprentices of the same teacher, and they usually go in and out together, although they have not provoked him, but he has long been unhappy.

Lu Chuan actually only knows one set of swordsmanship, seventy-two serial swords, practiced at the age of six, and has been practicing until now.

The patriarch of the Huangshan faction was born in Wudang, and when he left, he took away this set of seventy-two road serial swords, which was steep and steep in the Yellow Mountain, and the name was killed, and the swordsmanship became more and more powerful, and was deeply loved by the people of the rivers and lakes.

Huangshan is not comparable to Wudang, Wudang martial arts are not passed on to Wudang disciples, and Wudang disciples will never be passed on, but the Huangshan faction is not.

Therefore, almost everyone knows this set of swordsmanship, and everyone knows a few moves.

Swordsmanship is not vulgar, but it inevitably does not seem profound enough.

The serial sword was originally a fast sword, and Lu Chuan's usual use was a heavy sword, but today he uses a light wooden sword to make moves more quickly.

In addition, in front of everyone's eyes, it is inevitable that someone will appear in front of the idea of the saint, for a time similar to the tiger, a move is as fast as a move, a move is as tight as a move, a set of swordsmanship is not halfway, has forced the opponent into danger.

Everyone cheered again, some outsiders, I don't know who Lu Chuan is, seeing that he is young, it is inevitable that he is a little contemptuous, and now he looks at it, this son can be among the twelve swords of Wudang, and he is really famous.

Lu Chuan was even more proud in his heart, so he started to show off.

I saw him attack a few times in a row, forcing the opponent to retreat again and again.

Seeing that there are three or two more steps to be forced out of the field, Wu Bikun is also anxious, turning defense into offense, and looking for Lu Chuan's sword with sticky words, he is older than Lu Chuan, and his internal strength is stronger.

Lu Chuan stabbed out with a sword, straight to the opponent's throat, it seemed that it was the last sword.

I didn't want to be in the middle of his sword, his hand shook and he deviated an inch to the left, so that it happened to touch Wu Bikun's sword, and Wu Bikun's sword had internal force, and it suddenly stuck to his sword.

Wu Bikun's sword retreated, and with a strong force, Lu Chuan stood unsteadily and staggered.

Wu Bikun was secretly happy in his heart, and thought: This little junior brother's desire to win is too earnest, so he should practice for a short time.

But at this moment, Lu Chuan's body suddenly straightened up, and he didn't feel any force on his sword at all, only to see him point to Wu Bikun's chest, kick Wu Bikun's wrist with his left foot, and not allow him to react, his body turned, and another whip kick directly kicked him upside down and flew out more than two feet.

Lu Chuan stood firm, and then reached out to take the two wooden swords from the air, and collected the formula, and his face did not change his face without growing his breath, and he won a big victory.

It's a full house!

The young man was beautiful in his heart, and he gave up his hands again and again, smiling from ear to ear.

On the high platform, the elders of Wudang, the grandmasters of various factions, and the admiral raised points, and they all watched from the audience.

"Who is this?"

"This child's name is Lu Chuan, and he is a disciple of the senior brother of the head of the family. ”

"Yes, he is a talent, and he will be able to make a name for himself in time. ”

"Not necessarily, this son is too proud, I'm afraid it will inevitably die halfway. ”

"Yes, pride is the biggest taboo in walking the rivers and lakes, and you should take this opportunity to sharpen his spirit. ”

"Young and frivolous, I wasn't proud when I was young, and we didn't have that heart when we were crazy at this age. ”

"Children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, don't draw snakes to add to it. ”

“......”

These seniors talk about Lu Chuan in every word, but Lu Chuan himself doesn't know.