The wind on the river is evil, and the gods are bloody. The red furnace is resentful, and the white head is crying for the underworld.

The sword walks on Fusang Island, and the book becomes the beginning of the scriptures. Where to see Penglai, I never woke up from my dream.

——Poetry "Penglai Seeking Immortals"

In the east of Huaxian County, there are five connected small peaks, such as the palms of heaven and man, and the locals call it Wuzhi Mountain. Wuzhi Mountain is adjacent to Huashan Mountain, located in a remote and inaccessible manner. There is a dilapidated Taoist temple on the mountain, three hundred years ago there are still people to worship incense, until one of the seven sons of Quanzhen, Guangningzi founded the Huashan school in Huashan, the Taoist temple on Wuzhi Mountain is gradually declining, to this Jiajing years, in addition to an old Taoist priest who sleeps all day, there is only a thirteen or fourteen-year-old Taoist priest left.

At the foot of Wuzhi Mountain, a man and a horse came slowly accompanied by the singing.

"The ancient road is rugged, and the horses are thin. The west wind is tight, and the swallow is cold. The boy is vigorous, and the green silk turns into white hair. The life is bumpy, and thousands of rivers and mountains are ......"

This voice is not as rough as the Northwest Han, as if it is as soft as the Southern Barbarians, revealing a faint sadness, and with a trace of freedom.

Bai Yujing woke up from his sleep, and at this moment he also saw someone. Even decades later, Bai Yu Kyoto still remembers that this person's eyes were so deep and bright, like stars and the sea. Although his hair is as green as snow and people can't help but take a few more looks, it is not as eye-catching as his pair of eyes after all.

It was a young man with long pale hair. It was as bright as the rising sun, but it was already nearly dusk. The two distinct things, old and young, merge so harmoniously in one person, forming a unique beauty that will never be forgotten.

"Little Taoist, is Wuzhi Mountain too illusory?"

Bai Yujing wiped his eyes and looked at the strange guest who was leading the horse, nodded, shook his head again, and said: "It's true that we are Wuzhi Mountain, but it's not too imaginary, the master said that the avenue is nameless, so our Taoist temple doesn't have a name." ”

The white-haired young man listened, smiled faintly, and said, "The Taoist temple has no name, so does your master have a name?"

"You said that my master, I don't know. Bai Yujing said with some embarrassment, if this person hadn't mentioned it, he wouldn't have thought that he didn't know what the master's name was.

"Then your master can be in the view, and if you are troublesome, you will say that the Taibai swordsman is visiting. The white-haired young man's tone was not hurried or slow, and he looked very polite.

Bai Yujing sighed, ran towards the view, and remembered that the master should be sleeping, so he hurriedly turned around and said, "You wait, the master may still be sleeping, I'll wake him up." After speaking, without waiting for the white-haired young man to reply, he ran to the side room of Guanzhong in one breath, pushed open the door, and shouted, "Master, master, there is a swordsman who is looking for you." ”

An old Taoist priest was sleeping soundly on his side on the simple bamboo bed, and when Bai Yujing came to the room, he naturally opened his eyes, sat up, and stretched his waist. This man's eyebrows and beard are white, his face is ruddy, and he looks quite immortal.

It's just that a dark gray robe seems to have been worn for too long, and it has been washed and turned white, and there are patches in some places. Of course, this is also normal, no one in this Taoist temple even worships incense in the Sanqing saints, not to mention the old and young in this Taoist temple.

"Who do you say is coming?" The old Taoist priest's voice was very loud, with the unique mouth of this man in the land of Sanqin.

"He seems to be talking about something too white swordsman...... Bai Yujing scratched his head, and suddenly he noticed that his master's expression seemed to change slightly. This made him very strange, for as long as he could remember, his master seemed to have cared about nothing, even if he ran out of food, it was a big deal to sleep hungry for a few days.

But at this time, Master's expression seemed a little depressed.

"Hey......" The old Taoist priest suddenly let out a long sigh.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Bai Yujing looked at the old Taoist priest with wide eyes.

When the old Taoist priest heard this, he suddenly wanted to understand something, his solemn expression instantly let go, and said with a smile: "No matter what, no matter what, there should be a number of people in the world, and the inheritance of the ancestors is still unending, which can be regarded as pitiful." After speaking, he waved his long sleeves, and the room was full of wind: "Let's go, go and meet this Taibai swordsman." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Bai Yujing to react, he went out of the room.

"In Xia Su Nisheng, the Taoist chief is Chen Yuxian?"

Chen Yuxian laughed, stepped forward, saw that it was not the person in his memory, and said with a smile: "Although your Taibai swordsman is powerful in swordsmanship, he is invincible in manpower after all." He sighed slightly, his voice changed, and his expression was a little nostalgic: "When will Chu Jiangkai go?"

"The teacher buried the sword Taibai Building the year before last. When Su Nisheng said this, he paused, and said slowly: "Daochang Chen has any regrets now?"

Chen Yuxian shook his head, beckoned to Bai Yujing again, and said to Su Nisheng: "What do you think of this son? I named him Bai Yujing." ”

Bai Yujing suddenly felt a chill surging from the bottom of his heart, and his whole body seemed to be paralyzed and unable to move, and the voice of the white-haired young man sounded in panic: "Bai Yujing in the sky, five cities on the twelfth floor." His gaze seemed to be deeper, "It's a pity, if it weren't for Daoist Chen's apprentice, Su would be lacking a sword-hugging boy." ”

With his voice, Bai Yujing only felt lighter and much more comfortable. I heard the man say again: "Little Taoist, in the Tang Dynasty and now 800 years, there is only one Bai Yujing on the rivers and lakes, and I hope you will not fall into his name in the future." ”

The Taibai swordsman took the immortal as the ancestor, but it was the generation of sword immortal Bai Yujing who really created the Taibai swordsman's lineage.

Chen Yuxian laughed: "With your words, Lao Dao has no regrets in this life, please!"

Su Nisheng took off the sword that was obliquely inserted behind his back, hugged the sword and said, "Please!"

At this moment, Bai Yujing discovered that the most memorable thing was not this person's eyes, but his sword!

He couldn't describe what kind of swordsmanship it was, and he couldn't describe it when he grew up, until his swordsmanship reached that level, which was a kind of swordsmanship that could only be understood and could not be spoken! When the sword was not drawn, it was as if the sky had changed, dark clouds were shrouded, and night fell. When the sword is drawn, the moment is eternal, the bright light pierces the sky, and the night is instantaneous and dayless.

And what Bai Yujing saw was this sword!

Of course, this sword was not used against Bai Yujing, and when Su Nisheng's sword was unsheathed, Bai Yujing only felt a soft force shake him away, and he fell far away at the door of the Taoist temple. And the two of them, who were unusually polite just now, looked like ghosts, with sword light whistling, shuttling between the mountains and forests.

Bai Yujing looked at it from afar, and the sword of the white-haired young man was so beautiful, as if it came from the Tang Dynasty and from the sky. Because Bai Yujing looked at this sword, a famous poem that has been passed down through the ages naturally sounded in his heart: "The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountain, and the vast sea of clouds." ”

In an instant, the bright sword light was like a heavenly river bursting, it was "flying down three thousand feet, suspected to be the Milky Way falling for nine days!"

Unstoppable, invincible!

Even though Bai Yujing didn't know swordsmanship, looking at this scene, his heart was full of a piercing chill. He didn't know, and he couldn't see it, because the brilliant sword light pierced his eyes, and he didn't know whether his eyes were irritated, or if he was worried and sad for his master, and tears flowed loudly.

When Bai Yujing felt that his eyes were better, he found that the two of them had disappeared, and he couldn't help but run towards the place where the two were fighting. Along the way, the sword marks were intertwined, and the branches were all over the ground. Some of the incisions were as smooth as a mirror, which should have been cut by the long sword of the white-haired youth, while others were completely broken by brute force, and it was not just caused by the master's palm power.

This chase was only half a moment before the sound of the sword was faintly heard, and then it stopped abruptly. A stumbling figure stumbled over: "Apprentice, hurry up and ......" Chen Yuxian didn't seem to be injured, except for the tears and sword marks on his clothes, there was no blood.

Bai Yujing couldn't help but rejoice: "Master, you won?"

Before Chen Yuxian finished speaking, he stumbled and almost fell to the ground. Bai Yujing hurriedly supported him, only to feel that the master was soft and soft, and he didn't seem to have any strength. Looking at his expression again, he was already unconscious.

It only took half a moment to come, but it took half an hour to go back.

By the time Bai Yujing helped Chen Yuxian to the bed, the old Taoist priest was already snoring loudly, but he fell into a deep sleep. Bai Yujing was not only not surprised to see this, but was a little happy. Because although his vein is not well-known in the rivers and lakes, his origin is not small, and the exercises are extremely rare, and often when he sleeps, his true qi will run and recover by itself.

Six hundred years ago, a woodcutter in the mountains came across a corpse when he was cutting wood in Huashan, and he wanted to bury the corpse out of compassion for the world. I didn't want the corpse to be alive, and sang: "Sleep in the dark, no heat, no cold, and no year." Peng Zushou is 800 years old, and he is no sleeper than Chen Shu. ”

This corpse is the ancestor of Chen Tuan, who won a game of chess in Huashan, and the ancestor of Chen Tuan taught this woodcutter a kind of fetal breath sutra. Later, the woodcutter went into the mountain to return to the truth and established a Taoist temple in Wuzhi Mountain, and this fetal breath was passed down.

When ordinary people practice, they must pinch their fingers cross-legged, hold their breath and concentrate, look inward at their own body, guide the flow of true qi, and never slack off for a moment.

The Fetal Breath Sutra is different, and it is designed to be the word "Fetal Breath". As his mantra says: "The womb is knotted from the fumb, and the qi is breathed from the womb." "This is exactly the practice of this method, the Dharma must be like the fetus, and the true qi in the body can be self-generated. He also said: "Stick to nothingness to nourish the spirit", just as "to the extreme, keep quiet", peace of mind can nourish the true qi.

The final words of the recipe are: "The heart does not move, there is no coming and going." You can't go out and live naturally. It is in response to the sentence "Outside the body and self-cultivation, forget its form and exist". The practitioner only needs to sleep on his side. The hands and feet are interlocked, the head and chest are connected, as if the fetus of the mother's body, there is a stream of heat in the body that passes through the meridians around the body according to a specific route, over and over again, endlessly.

Therefore, those who practice the Fetal Breath Sutra must have profound internal strength, but it is extremely difficult to get started with this kind of exercise, and those who are not the love of the Great Dao cannot grasp it. Therefore, although the woodcutter patriarch left the scriptures, there are only two or three people who can learn them in the past 600 years. And because of the rarity of this exercise, for fear of causing trouble, Bai Yujing's vein has had a rule since ancient times that he must not enter the rivers and lakes as a last resort.

After all, it's guilty.

Chen Yuxian slept for five days, and when he woke up, it was already midnight. Outside the Taoist temple, the sky is dark and the wind is urgent, and the dark clouds cover the moon. Flocks of birds flew away like black clouds, and the sound of apes could be heard from time to time on the road.

"Apprentice, apprentice......"

Bai Yujing was awakened by Chen Yuxian's deep voice, "Master, are you feeling better?"

"Hurry down the mountain, disaster is not far away. Remember, don't mention anything about Wuzhi Mountain after you go down the mountain, and don't come back if the fetal breath is out of the ordinary. The old Taoist's first words made Bai Yujing stunned.

"Master, what do you mean by that?"

"Hugh wants to ask more, hurry up and ......" Before he could speak, he suddenly turned over and sat up, and said loudly: "Yu Chengzi, since you are here, why don't you come over and talk about it!"

Suddenly, two people came out of the side hall, one old and one young, dressed as Taoist priests with Bai Yujing's master and apprentice. It's just that they are more elaborate in dressing, and the robes are all made of fine Shu brocade. The old Taoist priest was slightly chubby, with a round face, not like a Taoist but similar to a landlord, and it was Yuchengzi of the Huashan faction.

Yu Chengzi said: "Two days ago, I heard that the Taibai swordsman came to my Huashan area, and I was afraid that he would hurt you, Brother Dao. Unexpectedly, I was still a step late, and I really felt guilty. ”

Chen Yuxian laughed and said: "That Taibai swordsman is young after all, and he fought with Poor Dao, and Poor Dao luckily won him a move and a half, although he suffered some minor injuries, but he has also recuperated almost in the past few days, and he is not worried about Brother Dao." ”

Yu Chengzi looked at his ruddy face through the light, and his expression was a little uncertain. Suddenly there was a long laugh, the sound was like thunder, Bai Yujing shook the mountain unconsciously, and felt that his chest was hammered by a sledgehammer, and his throat was sweet, and he was about to spit out blood, but looking at the master's breezy appearance, he couldn't help but swallow the blood back.

Yu Chengzi saw that Chen Yuxian's face remained unchanged and still ruddy, and he was secretly shocked in his heart: "Is it really true that this person said that his injuries have been healed?" and couldn't help but say: "Since Brother Dao is in good health, then Poor Dao is much more relieved." ”

After saying that, he gave a salute and turned to leave.

When Bai Yujing saw him leave, he always felt a lot more relaxed for some reason, and this person made him feel very uncomfortable.

But just as Yu Chengzi walked to the door, a little dark light suddenly flashed, and in an instant, Chen Yuxian snorted, "I almost fell for Brother Dao." Yu Chengzi laughed.

"Master, Master...... Why are you harming my master? Bai Yujing looked at Yu Chengzi in horror, he was still young after all, and he didn't know that the people of the rivers and lakes were sinister. Chen Yuxian pushed Bai Yujing aside, and a short blade was inserted in his right chest, and blood was gurgling.

"When the poor path dies, the fetal breath meridian will be lost forever. Chen Yuxian looked at Yu Chengzi and said slowly.

Yu Chengzi said with a smile: "Don't worry, the poor Dao is not here to take the life of the Daoist brother." Yongfu, go and take down that boy, Hugh is going to hurt his life. Behind him, the young Taoist priest walked out, and he looked at Bai Yujing's eyes full of banter.

"Boom-"

Chen Yuxian suddenly waved his palm, and the palm wind was like a thousand waves. Yu Chengzi sneered: "Why is Brother Dao dying and struggling?"

"Let's go, Bai Yujing, hurry up. When Chen Yuxian swung out a palm, his other hand also slapped at Bai Yujing, knocking him out. Bai Yujing was vigorously affected by this, and the whole person rolled out of the side hall. Before he could react, a vigorous figure rushed out, it was that Yongfu.

"Master. Bai Yujing wanted to rush in, but Yongfu suddenly flew up and swept him to the ground. The severe pain made Bai Yujing wake up instantly, and these two Taoist priests came for their fetal breath.

How could he escape? What's more, how could he bear to see Master suffer here alone.

At this time, Yu Chengzi had already walked out with the unconscious Chen Yuxian. "Yongblessed, take him with you. Before he could finish speaking, suddenly the whole mountain began to tremble.

"It's ......"

Yu Chengzi's face changed, and ......a huge crack suddenly opened under his feet, and the Taoist temple behind him collapsed.

"Sanqing is on top!" Bai Yujing only had this one thought in his heart. I heard Chen Yuxian's voice from afar: "Hurry up and ...... away" That Yongfu has already been stunned by this scene, is this a punishment from heaven?

Bai Yujing looked at Chen Yuxian, only to see that he suddenly slapped the surprised Yu Chengzi away, and he also fell into the crack.

"Master......" The whole mountain trembled even more, Bai Yujing was originally still on the flat ground, but suddenly the terrain rose, and the whole person involuntarily rolled out.