At this moment, Taishi Zu was bending over, standing beside Chongxu, with a smile on his face, pulling Chongxu's beard and playing.

This real person was dressed in a white robe, tall and tall, although he was more than one hundred and sixty years old, his body was getting stronger and stronger, and his spirit was full of energy, just like the legendary immortals, but his hair, beard, and eyebrows were all gray.

Taishi Zu let go of his hand, smiled and motioned him to be silent, and then walked to the Taishi chair on the side and sat down.

Chong Xuan immediately got up from the side of the bed where he was sitting cross-legged, put on his shoes and walked in front of Taishi Zu.

Just as he was about to give a gift, the ancestor of the Taishi said, "Excuse me, excuse me, I look at it and it's troublesome."

Taishi Zu did not speak, but through his skills, he transmitted the sound to Chong Xu.

Chong Xuan hurriedly straightened his waist and said in a low voice: I don't know that the ancestor went out of the customs in advance, and he never greeted him from afar, and the disciple was guilty, so please forgive the master. Taishi Zu sat upright, holding the chair with one hand and playing with his beard with the other, still smiling.

"I haven't seen you for many days, and Chong'er's beard is also white, hahahaha. ”

Chong Xu's face was aggrieved and uncomfortable, and he hurriedly said: "Master, don't make fun of your disciples, Ancestor, your internal strength is pure, and your disciples can't bear it.

After only such a while, Chong Xuan was already sweating profusely, and hurriedly wiped it with his robe.

The real person seemed to be a little displeased, but in the blink of an eye, he laughed again: "I haven't seen you for a few days, and this skill is not long at all." Chong Xuan secretly thought, it has been nearly ten years gone.

"Okay, okay, accompany me to the back hall to talk. Chong Xuan followed Taishi Zu to the inner room.

As soon as Taishi Zu arrived in the inner room, he laughed loudly: "Hahahaha, I can finally speak, I'm about to suffocate to death." ”

Chong Xuan stood aside, his face calm, but he thought in his heart: Your old man is unwilling to speak, and you want to embarrass the disciple, you asked for it.

Taishi Zu stroked his long beard and asked, "Chong'er, did you use the Turtle Breath Gong just now to enter the realm of nothingness?"

Chong Xuan replied honestly: "Master, the disciple is dull and has not yet comprehended. This turtle breath gong, the disciple only practiced to the ninth level, and this last layer is also the tenth level, and he has never been able to break through. Whenever a disciple enters a realm that seems like a dream but not a dream, he always feels that he is in the vast sky, and the surroundings are chaotic. The disciple floated in that chaos, and there always seemed to be a wall of qi to prevent the disciple from moving forward. Once, while meditating, the disciple seemed to have reached the end of chaos and was confronted by a huge door. The disciple was about to push the door, but for some reason, he suddenly came to his senses, and when he woke up, he heard thunder outside the window, heavy rain, and the disciple was covered in cold sweat. ”

The real person stopped smiling, his hand no longer brushed his beard, thought for a moment, and said to Hedge: "Chong'er, don't force everything to do, my Taoist pays attention to doing nothing, doing nothing, doing nothing." The opportunity has not yet arrived. After saying that, it was a sigh.

Chong Xuan felt a little ashamed, and asked: "Master, the disciple is stupid, and I hope that the ancestor will guide the maze and teach the disciple how to crack this void realm." ”

The real person got up, put one hand behind his back, and stroked his white beard with the other, looked at Chongxu again, paced in the room, and said slowly: "This turtle breath gong, although it is created by the ancestor himself, but it originates from the inner strength of my Taoist ancestor, and only the disciples with mellow internal skills. Just like the meditation of Buddhism, once used, it is like a corpse, ignorant, unconscious, and breathless, and enters a state of suspended animation, while the primordial spirit enters nothingness. In this realm of nothingness, it is inconvenient for the master to explain it to you, and it all depends on his personal understanding, the so-called 'Tao can be Tao, very Tao, name can be named, very famous'. If you break through this realm of nothingness, it will be a great creation for the cultivators. The method of cracking this nothingness is also related to this enlightenment, and it is also random. Everything is born out of nothing, and it also goes out of nothing, and it cannot be forced. Otherwise, they will go mad, and those who enter the demons will be destroyed. Remember, remember. ”

The real person stopped, turned to stare at Chong Xu, who was standing aside, and then persuaded: "Chong'er, you have practiced this turtle breath gong to the ninth level, it is really not easy, I think that among the disciples of my Wudang dynasties, there are very few people who can practice to the ninth level." These nine kung fu are enough to prolong your life, and the internal strength is endless. You have to keep in mind the words of the mountain people. ”

After listening to it, Chong Xuan seemed to have an understanding, and replied: "The disciple respectfully follows the teachings of the master. “

The real person then asked, "How is the ceremony going?"

Reported them one by one, and after talking about it, he deliberately said: "Patriarch, this ceremony has alarmed the imperial court. The Holy Lord sent a messenger Hu to my Wudang to ask to see the ancestor. The disciple has already arranged for him to stay on the mountain, I wonder if the master wants to meet him?"

The real person didn't reply, just frowned slightly, and motioned for him to lean over.

When he had finished explaining, he gave a few more instructions, and then said: At that time, he will order the letter to be handed over to him.

Before Chong Xuan could react, the real person had disappeared, and in a blink of an eye, he came to the back mountain.

At this moment, he stood on the top of Tianzhu Peak, shook his head inadvertently, and sighed: "It's a pity!" The real person couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

The white horse passed through the gap, and the apprentices and grandsons around him left one after another, and when they saw the white hair, they couldn't help but think of the scene when he was young.

Time is like a knife!

The real person came back to his senses and laughed again. seems to be laughing, and at this age, he is also lamenting the passage of time.

This laughter attracted the hearing of the disciples who practiced on the mountain.

This disciple was dressed in coarse cloth clothes, in his thirties, with a dignified appearance, but his eyebrows and demeanor could not hide his extraordinary atmosphere.

He was sitting on a stone chair reading a book, when he heard the sound, he hurriedly put down the book in his hand and followed the sound.

The real person saw the person and was about to speak. The disciple saluted and said, "The disciple visited the real person, but he didn't know that the real person was coming, and the disciple was rude." "I was about to pay homage, but I was stopped by a real person......

Since Zhang Zhenren founded the mountain, there have only been three large-scale recruitment ceremonies, held once every 40 years, and only three personal disciples have been recruited each time. And these apprentices were only ten years old back then.

This is what makes Zhang Zhenren different.

However, what is puzzling is that these disciples later became anonymous in the rivers and lakes.

Few people in the rivers and lakes know their whereabouts, but there are also many people who talk about it, and in those years, the cutting-edge teenagers who rose on the rivers and lakes doubted whether they were from real people.

So, with the passage of time, these have become legends.

This time it is said that it is the last time that the real person will recruit apprentices, so many martial arts masters also come to join in the fun.

Between their noisy and noisy, the disciples who came down the mountain brought the news of the head of Wudang: registered, lined up, and waited for the head to be heard.

Finally, the foot of Wudang Mountain was much quieter.

So, at the foot of the mountain, there was a somewhat weird, but very harmonious scene, two teams with a huge age difference and a long dragon-like team.

The hour is approaching, and the head of the sect is still meditating in the Yuxu Palace, and the disciples who are guarding are a little at a loss, and they are in a dilemma.

These disciples are very familiar with the habits of the master, and if the master intrudes in the gap between the turtles and disturbs the master's cultivation, it will inevitably make a big mistake.

At this time, the Great Elder of Dustless came. So, the disciples hurriedly asked Elder Wuchen.

This dustless elder is dressed in a green robe, and his hair is gray. He nudged the door in, then closed it gently.

Wuchen came in the door and saw his junior brother sitting on the bed, as if he was awake but not awake, and his forehead was sweating profusely.

He felt bad, and when he saw that his junior brother's face was moving, he breathed a sigh of relief. Wuchen called softly: "Senior brother, wake up." Brother, wake up ......"