Lao Dao suddenly stopped, raised his eyes to look at He Jing's eyes, and then stepped forward and grabbed He Jing's wrist, a pair of cloudy old eyes, looking directly at He Jing's eyes, as if he wanted to see through He Jing.

He Wei has also practiced martial arts for a few months, and she has a good talent in martial arts, and her progress in martial arts can be regarded as a rapid progress, but now that this old Taoist is holding her hands, He Wei can't even raise the slightest strength to resist.

"What are you doing, you let me go!" He Wei avoided the old way of looking away and looked away.

Lao Dao ignored He Wei, a pair of old eyes still looked at her seriously, his eyes moved from He Wei's eyes to her face, and then moved down from her face, looking directly at He Wei's slightly trembling chest.

He Wei thought that he had met an old pervert, and felt that this old Taoist priest might have lust for himself, so he was so frightened that He Wei struggled desperately, and scolded while struggling, "You dead old man, what do you want to do?

Lao Dao looked at He Jing's chest and was stunned, and then his eyes moved to his chest, and he muttered: "No, this is not right...."

With the sound of murmuring, Lao Dao let go of He Wei's hands, and then touched his chest with both hands, touched it a few times and continued to murmur, "The emperor is flat, and he doesn't have two lumps of meat, why does this doll have two lumps of meat? Could it be that she was reincarnated as a female baby?"

Then Lao Dao denied himself, and said in a low voice, "Impossible, impossible, this is absolutely impossible...."

He Xun looked at the old Taoist who was talking to himself, rubbed his sore wrist, his heart was full of anger, he raised his hands that had regained his freedom and hit the old Dao, and the two Xiu fists gathered the true qi very imposingly, driving the fine dust in the air, and pounced viciously on the cheeks of the old Dao.

Lao Dao felt the strangeness, raised his head and looked at He Xun, a trace of surprise appeared in his eyes, and said, "Hey, Siping Fist?

Siping to art, is the only set of boxing methods in the Mountain Hidden Academy, is the second head of the Mountain Hidden Academy, from the first generation of the head of the book on the detailed explanation of the boxing method from the understanding.

After the head of the first generation of Shanyin Yuan returned from his travels, he not only wrote down the martial arts of each sect in detail, wrote notes and detailed explanations to them, but also summarized the boxing techniques that were popular in the world at that time.

The second generation of the head of the house, it is from the first generation of the head of the summary of boxing, realized this set of Siping boxing, because it is a combination of the four square boxing method to form the golden mean, so named Siping to the technique, is a set of emphasis on the flat boxing method, quite Tai Chi style, and there is no lack of fierce spirit.

Lao Dao watched He Jing's show punch hit in front of him, although he was a little surprised, but he didn't show it on his face, he casually opened He Jing's fist, and dissolved all the punches, and then grabbed He Jing's wrist in his hand with a backhand.

He Wei was in a hurry, her hands were grabbed behind her back, she was struggling there, but she still couldn't break free at all as before.

"You spread out!" He Wei was furious.

Lao Dao squinted at He Jing, and looked He Wei up and down from behind He Jing, his narrowed eyes glowed, and finally looked directly at He Jing's round and slightly upturned buttocks.

Lao Dao looked at He Jing's plump buttocks, and began to talk to himself again, "No, it's still not right, the emperor's ass is not so delicate, this is not the emperor." ”

He Wei listened to Lao Dao's words in her ears, knowing that this crazy old Dao was looking at her ass, she unconsciously writhed left and right, trying to break free, but this writhing, coupled with her water snake waist, Lao Dao immediately screamed.

"Oh! this is ..... This is..... Who kind of demon is this! How dare you do such a dirty thing to the poor Dao in Wudang Jinding!"

He Xun, who was struggling in front of the old Taoist, was annoyed and ashamed, and scolded, "Stinky Taoist, what kind of nerves do you have, are you sick? Let me go!"

As soon as Lao Dao's hand was released, He Xun's hands were free again, and he immediately ran a few steps forward, turned his head to look at Lao Dao, and glared angrily.

"A daughter's body, not a man's body, a daughter's body, not a man's body...."The old Tao muttered again, "This is not the Emperor, this is not the Emperor, woo woo..."

The crazy old man sat on the ground at this moment and cried.

He Xinghu looked at Lao Dao suspiciously, thinking that this is really a madman, and he doesn't know what nonsense he is talking about.

Lao Dao's rudeness made He Wei very angry, she really wanted to teach Lao Dao a lesson, but she was easily subdued by Lao Dao just now, so that He Wei no longer despised Lao Dao, and she didn't dare to make a rash move at the moment.

The old man who sat on the ground cried for a while, crying and crying, turned back to look at the bronze statue of Zhenwu, and said with a miserable face, "Emperor, Emperor, where are you, I have waited for hundreds of years, and I haven't waited for you, how long will I wait..."

As the old man spoke, the whole person slowly withered, his spiritual energy gradually subsided, his crazy appearance gradually converged, and he slowly returned to the state of an ordinary person.

He suddenly turned around again and looked at He Xun with a questioning face, but his eyes were already bright.

"Who are you, how can you know the Siping technique of the Mountain Hidden Courtyard?" asked Lao Dao looking at He Xun.

He Wei glanced at Lao Dao in disgust, and didn't want to deal with him, so he turned around and was about to leave Jinding.

How did I know that Lao Dao stepped forward, crossed in front of He Xun, looked at He Xun and asked, "The Mountain Yin Yuan has never passed on women, could it be that you are a thief in the world who stole my martial arts skills?"

"Who stole the school!" He Wei retorted, "I am a disciple of the Mountain Hidden Academy, and my master's name is Shi Youen!"

"Shi Youen?" Lao Dao fell into deep thought and said in a low voice, "Which junior is this, why haven't I heard of it?"

Then Lao Dao looked at He Xun again and asked, "You lie, the Wudang Sixth Academy has never accepted female disciples, how can you become a disciple of the Mountain Yin Academy?"

When Lao Dao said this, He Wei thought of what Wu Zhifu said at the door, unless you are a man.

He Xun suddenly became angry, and said angrily, "What's wrong with the female disciple? What's wrong with the woman? If a woman can't practice martial arts, can't she cultivate the Tao? You stinky Taoist priests in Wudang Mountain, one by one, boast of being pure and high, what age are they, they are still patriarchal, isn't the Bodhisattva a woman? Isn't Wu Zetian a woman? Isn't your mother a woman? I prefer to learn martial arts, I prefer to cultivate Taoism, I prefer to cultivate in the mountain hermit of Wudang Mountain, and add a heavy rouge color to your Taoist holy court!"

Lao Dao was dumbfounded, looked at the angry He Xun, stunned there, and only came to his senses after a while, and then laughed loudly: "Hahahaha.... I didn't wait for the reincarnation of the emperor, but I waited for a strange woman who dared to break the rules of the Daomen, amazing, amazing!"

Lao Dao's attitude towards He Xun changed abruptly, and he said with a smile, "Doll, you said that you are a disciple of the Mountain Hidden Academy, so how did you come to the Golden Peak, don't you know that the Sixth Courtyard has strict rules, and you can't go to the Golden Dome if you have to do something?"

He Jing's mind turned quickly, she knew that the Wudang Six Courtyards were all under the Golden Roof, but she didn't know what Lao Dao said about this regulation, and now that she was questioned by Lao Dao in person, she really couldn't resist the panic in her heart. After all, she is a modern child who has read books for so many years, and she has lived in high society since she was a child, and she really can't use strong words.

Lao Dao saw He Jing's strange appearance, stroked his beard and smiled, "You doll, are you lying, aren't you? You're not a disciple of the Mountain Hidden Academy, are you?"

"I...."He Wei twisted: "I.... I..."

"Hmph, what are you?" Lao Dao looked at He Xun who was hesitant and said, "Wait for me to draw a lot to see what kind of thing you are, the female doll who claims to be a disciple of the Mountain Hidden Academy." ”

Saying that, Lao Dao walked to the desk, picked up the stick holder and shook it, and there were words in his mouth, shaking and shaking, and a stick fell out of the stick holder. Lao Dao hurriedly bent down to pick it up, took it in his hand and looked at it, it turned out to be a big auspicious sign, the sign said, Qingshan charming Taoist clothes are thin, there are women are ordinary, the golden top is a mistake for real martial arts, turned into a man Xingwudang.

Lao Dao's mind was like a thunderbolt from the sky, looking at the big auspicious sign in his hand, his hands trembled slightly, trembling, and he couldn't say a word for a long time, just for a moment, he seemed to understand.

Lao Dao raised his head and looked at the bronze statue of Zhenwu, and said with tears in his eyes, "I have waited for hundreds of years, after the aura of heaven and earth dissipated, I have survived until today with the aura of Wudang Mountain, just to welcome the return of the emperor and reorganize the majesty of Wudang, I thought that Zhang Zhenren was the person I was waiting for, but in two hundred years, he was also reincarnated." Great Emperor, Great Emperor, have I waited too long, my obsession is too deep, but I have forgotten that I was the real person of the Dao Sect who was in charge of the Six Courtyards..."

Lao Dao sighed, raised his head and closed his eyes and said: "The water in the mountains day after day, year after year, I have seen the four seasons of Wudang more than 500 times, from the Mountain Hidden Courtyard to the Feiyun Courtyard, the six courtyards have been established, and finally belong to Wudang, under my jurisdiction, after the Qing Dynasty for a hundred years, I have been obsessed, forgetful, regardless of the six courtyards, now a female doll, a big auspicious sign, it will help me pull back the mind lost in the ethereal space, alas, it is a pity that the world has been in a hurry for hundreds of years, want to be high-spirited Jinding Taoist people, now dying old. ”

Lao Dao walked out of the Golden Palace and came outside, He Wei followed behind, she looked at Lao Dao who was talking to himself standing in the open space outside the hall, looking at countless green mountains, his face changed from sad to calm, from confused to firm.

"Qingshan is charming and thin, and it is common for a woman to be a Taoist. Lao Dao recited the proverb on the sign of Daji, and looked back at He Wei who came out, she was looking at herself suspiciously.

Lao Dao suddenly smiled, smiled very comfortably, and said gently, "Jinding is a mistake for Zhenwu, turning into a man Xingwudang, I don't wait for the emperor to return, the emperor will naturally take me away, there is a providence in the underworld, men and women in the world, are all lovers of the Daomen, little girl, from now on, the Tao of Wudang will be handed over to you." ”

He Jinghu looked left and right suspiciously, there was no one around, and she was sure that Lao Dao was talking to herself.

"Crazy Daoist, what are you talking nonsense?" He Wei stepped back with some fear.

Lao Dao didn't answer He Wei, raised his right hand, waved his big hand, and a sword roar came from above the golden top, and then the silver light appeared, and it quickly came to Lao Dao's hand in the sunset.

After the silver light dissipated, Lao Dao had an extra sword in his hand, and the word "Daoyi" was engraved on the hilt of the silver light.

Lao Dao looked at the sword in his hand and smiled, and said: "If you meet the ancient sword, you and I have guarded the Golden Palace for more than 500 years, it's time to break up, go, let her go." ”

After the words were spoken, the sword in Lao Dao's hand slowly flew towards He Yun, quietly suspended in front of He Yun, He Wei's gaze fell on the silver Dao Yi sword, and his face was confused.

"Little doll, three thousand avenues, each take one, the road on the mountain and the road under the mountain, the road of Qing Xiu and the road to enter the world, in the end, they must all return to the same end, today I will pass on the sword of the Tao to you, and the six courtyards of Wudang in the future will also be handed over to you, I hope you can reorganize the six courtyards and reproduce the majesty of Wudang. ”

"The poor road has gone, and I have been guarding the golden top alone for hundreds of years, and since then there is no name in the world, hahaha......"

Since then, the mad Taoist priest who guarded the golden dome alone in Wudang Mountain broke through the fog, untied the knot, and dismembered the autopsy at the golden top of Wudang in the evening sunset, leaving only a Dao and a sword.

When He Wei held the sword and raised her gaze again, Lao Dao was gone, and she looked at the position where Dao Yijian and Shicai Lao Dao were standing in confusion, stunned.

The stream between the mountains murmurs, and the birdsong in the forest paves a song, and countless birds and finches in the entire Wudang Mountain fly up from the forest and revolve around the golden top. In the evening of Wudang Mountain, the sunset is full of sky, the beautiful sunset dyes the sky into a golden yellow, the fire-like clouds float over every mountain peak, from all directions to the sky above the golden top, they are churning and agitating above the golden top, the golden top is shining under the sunset, it is even more golden and shining.

There are wonders in Wudang today, and thousands of fire clouds cover the golden top.

The girl in front of the golden dome, holding a sword in her hand, looked at the wonders of the sky and was stunned, the sunset reflected her beautiful face red, there were birds flying around, and the forest under the mountain heard the beast song from time to time.

In the Wudang Sixth Courtyard in the evening of this day, all the disciples stood in the courtyard, they looked at the direction of the golden dome, their faces were full of longing and yearning, and their hearts were in awe.

Legend has it that when this kind of spectacle of sunset appears in the sky above the golden dome, someone has dismembered the corpse and become an immortal.

"Bell ......"

"Bell ......"

"Bell ......"

......

The bronze bell in the sixth courtyard of Wudang, in the case of no one to touch, made six rings one after another, the long bell rose from the ground, far away and solemn, the sound penetrated the sunset and drifted away, drifting to the sky.

When He Wei came back to her senses, she saw that the sun was still showing half of her face on the mountain in the west, and she looked at the last afterglow of the sunset and was stunned for a while, feeling quite touched in her heart.

After the sun completely set, He Jing pulled out the Dao sword, she held the sword in one hand, and pulled up her hair with the other, silver light flashed from her head, and one hair was cut off by He Jing, and she became a short-haired girl.

He Wei sprinkled his hair on the mountains and let them go away with the wind, while he put away his Dao sword, bowed to the position of Lao Dao's corpse, and said in his mouth, "Thank you for the inheritance of your predecessors, He Wei will guard the Jinding Palace, reorganize the Wudang Six Courtyards, and wait for the return of the emperor's reincarnated spirit child." ”

In the night, the short-haired He Wei stepped down from the golden top and walked towards the bottom of the mountain step by step.

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Early the next morning, in the Sanyin Temple.

Feng Yichuan didn't sleep all night, he always lay on the bed, thinking about the girl during the day.

The girl's smile was very beautiful, and it touched the young man's heart, and the young man never felt that a person's smile could make him feel warm. But why did she leave, Uncle Shi had actually decided to leave her behind, and asked him to go to the backyard warehouse to help her get a padded jacket embroidered with the words "Mountain Hidden Courtyard".

Feng Yichuan sighed in his heart, and when the sky was just dawning, he got up and strolled in the yard alone.

He saw the ten disciples who were reading this morning and walked into the library under the leadership of Uncle Wu, who also saw him who got up early, but did not speak.

Feng Yichuan walked to the gate, he opened the door and walked out, stood at the door and looked down the mountain, looking at this narrow mountain road, overgrown with weeds, few people took care of it, and no civilians came here to make incense, and over time, it was abandoned and became what it is now.

Feng Yichuan sat on the steps in front of the door, looking at the road, he really wanted to go down the mountain, go down the mountain to find the girl and bring her back.

Just thinking about it, a figure appeared in Feng Yichuan's sight, like a man, he walked with a slow pace.

Feng Yichuan knew that this person must have come to the Mountain Hidden Courtyard, because this mountain road only led to the Mountain Hidden Courtyard.

He stood up, wanting to see the person's appearance clearly, and when the person approached and let Feng Yichuan see clearly, Feng Yichuan opened his mouth wide, raised a hand and pointed at the man in front of him, and said, "You.... You...."

The person who was considered a man by Feng Yichuan was He Jing, who had lived at the foot of the mountain for one night, and she had cut off her long hair, she had already changed into a man's outfit, holding a sword in her hand, heroic and very capable.

"Hey, little Taoist Feng Yichuan, what's wrong?, don't you know me?" He Xun looked at the surprised Feng Yichuan and asked with a smile.

Feng Yichuan turned around in a panic and ran into the courtyard, and quickly ran to the library to find Wu Zhifu.

He Xun looked at Feng Yichuan's back and smiled, then raised his head and looked at the plaque of the Mountain Hidden Courtyard, and also walked in.

A few hours later, after everyone had breakfast, Wu Zhifu once again asked all the disciples to gather in the courtyard, and He Xun, who was dressed in men's clothes, stood with him at the bottom of the main hall.

Wu Zhifu looked at all the disciples with a calm face, and said loudly, "Do you remember what I told you yesterday?"

The disciples nodded, and instead of standing at the back, Feng Yichuan, who stood at the front, shouted excitedly, "Remember!"

Wu Zhifu smiled, and He Wei also smiled.

Then Wu Zhifu looked at He Wei and motioned for her to take a few steps forward.

Wu Zhifu pointed to He Wei and the disciples and said, "This is a benevolent disciple who has been expelled from the mountain gate, her name is He Ying, and in the future, she will be your senior brother." ”

Feng Yichuan took the lead and shouted, "Senior Brother He!"

All the disciples shouted in unison, "Senior Brother He." ”

He Wei narrowed his eyes, clenched the Dao Yi sword tightly, and gladly accepted it.