The palace is majestic, the purple gold is noble, and the center of the world.

In the eastern corner, the high platform stands tall, and the shape of the hall is located on the earth, looking up at the world and the world, and looking down on the earth's veins and feng shui...... Refer to the gossip of Qimen, which has its own pattern.

All the old and young wearing high crowns and robes walked among them, and they had a transcendent atmosphere.

On the astrological platform, the old man looked at the north alone, with a clear face and a fairy wind, but at this time he was full of sadness.

"Daomen Dabi, menacing! The three crazy ancestors have spirits in the sky, bless me with Wudang's luck. Uncle Xiao is on top, sheltering Wudang, turning the crisis into safety......"

Chen Xuanji meditated in his heart and prayed for Wudang.

This time, the court's Chaotian ceremony, relying on a few hands of the Xuanmen trail, he was lucky to save the day, but he didn't expect to get the attention of the empress, and was directly recruited as the winter official of the Qin Tianjian and ranked in the sixth rank.

Although he had to get out of danger, he himself was trapped in the court, and it was difficult to return to Wudang.

That Kongtong, Shenxiao, Maoshan and other factions tried to take the position of Wudang Daokui, he had already heard that the Daomen were more than a big competition, gathered in Wudang, and the people who came were not good, and he didn't know what happened to the mountain gate now?

Although he was thousands of miles away, he was worried.

"Master, win! win......"

At this moment, a burst of cheers rang out, and a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old half-way boy ran up the long steps of Qin Tianjian, panting.

"Could it be ......" Chen Xuanji's heart moved, and he walked up quickly, "What is so shouting?

"Division... Master, win, our Wudang won the Daomen Competition, the top ten Daozi, Wudang occupies the third, and the senior brother even defeated the Dragon and Tiger Little Heavenly Master and won the first!"

"Is there such a thing?" Chen Xuanji hurriedly took the letter and looked at it, the content was detailed, but it was a flying pigeon handbook, which told everything on Wudang Mountain, and found that it was indeed the case.

For a while, there were thousands of words in my heart, complicated and difficult to name, and when I got into my mouth, I only turned into one sentence, "Uncle Fuze, Wudang is infinitely useful!"

A few words, full of heart.

"Master, letter!" At this time, Dao Tong handed over another letter.

"What is this?" Chen Xuanji took casually.

"The disciple doesn't know either, I only know that it was Commander Li of the Dragon Guardian Villa who asked me to hand it over to the master, and specially reminded the master to start it himself!"

"There is such a thing!" Chen Xuanji hesitated to take it.

Hulong Villa is a special institution of the imperial court to deal with the rivers and lakes, well-informed, and will not come out of nowhere, this letter must have a reason.

He temporarily suppressed his joy, opened it and took a look, just a glance, his face immediately changed suddenly, and he exclaimed, "It's not good! Hurry up and use the golden eagle of the imperial court to expedite the book and go to Wudang to report the news!"

"Master, what's wrong?" Seeing that the master, who had always been calm and light-hearted, was so panicked, Dao Tong was also extremely panicked.

"Wudang, a catastrophe is coming!"

......

The soul is fluttering, and the spirit is shaking.

The soul reflects the seventy-two peaks, and the flower of the primordial god has been revealed, and the sense is extremely keen, far beyond usual.

The seal of the Heaven and Earth is deeply hidden, but it is no longer as obscure as before.

Thereupon......

Heaven and earth give birth to feng shui, and the topography is self-patterned.

Pointing to Xuan Sixteen, Feng Shui Sword!

......

The ground pulls out the double cliffs, and the sky is green!

Pointing to Xuan Seventeen, a line of swords!

......

The Yellow River comes out of the earth, opening the heavens.

Pointing to Xuan Eighteen, Tianmen Sword!

......

......

......

The valley is quiet and the autumn spring sounds, and the rock is deep and green.

Referring to Xuan Thirty-Four, Qiuquan Sword!

......

Guangze gives birth to a bright moon, and Cangshan is sandwiched with turbulence.

Referring to Xuan Thirty-five, Bright Moon Sword!

......

Fly thousands of jade, pour thousands of pearls.

Referring to Xuan Thirty-six, Jade Bead Sword!

......

Zhu Feng is in his heart, and his fingertips are mysterious.

“

The mystical chapters say yin and yang, and the two characters are called the King of Ten Thousand Laws.

A grain of millet is hidden in the world, and the mountains and rivers are boiled in a half-liter bell.

The green dragon rides the fire in the lotus room, and the white tiger Xingbo comes out of the cave room.

This kung fu is really coincidental, and it has to be stepped into heaven.

......”

This is precisely the mystery of the seventy-two.

From the Diquan Sword of the sixteenth to the Jade Bead Sword of the Thirty-sixth...... Lu Chunliang did it in one go, and practiced twenty-one swords one after another.

Every time there is an extra sword, there is a sword intent piercing the sky, and the sword marks are staggered, like a net of heaven, recovering and not leaking, and cutting arbitrarily.

A sword was handed over, and it pierced through the cloud barrier one after another, stirring the edge, and stabbing the sky and breaking.

So since the Daomen Dabi, almost every day, many disciples of Wudang Mountain can see such a heavenly wonder.

It's a blissful and helpless annoyance.

Just because the ancestor practiced swords on the mountain, the sword intent is profound and mysterious, far from being something that ordinary people can peep at, and rashly doing it will only make oneself confused at best, and go mad at worst.

But with the true meaning of martial arts in front of them, how many people can endure it?

Thereupon......

Some people peek at each other, close their eyes for a long time after taking a look, and slowly digest it, but it is still inevitable that their faces are pale and their blood floats......

Some people close their eyes and only rely on the most basic senses to comprehend the sword move, but it is inevitable that their minds will be seized by the sword intent, and they will be uneasy......

Only a few people with profound deeds can attain enlightenment and progress by leaps and bounds......

......

But as the saying goes, those who are close to Zhu are red, and those who are close to ink are black.

The divine sword has Taoist intentions, and people's hearts are endless, not everyone has an epiphany, but infected by its qi, these days, all the Wudang disciples also feel that their sword dao has improved much faster than usual.

Sneer......

On the Xuanwu platform, the sword light in the hands of the disciples was huohuo, and the cold light burst out, and there was a sharp killing machine, and the air was cut to a sneer.

Zheng Qingshan looked down in front of the Taihe Palace, and couldn't help but nod his beard secretly.

The mountain is not high, and there is a fairy name. The water is not deep, and if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual. The sword is not in the edge, and the god is powerful!

Uncle Xiao's sword path is really a sword and a heavy mountain.

......

Just as he was looking carefully and thinking about it, suddenly a sharp roar broke through the clouds.

Zheng Qingshan looked up and saw a golden eagle spreading its wings and skimming the sky, with its own arrogance, majestic and majestic, and the birds were silent, and they retreated one after another.

Ga?

When he saw a lonely peak in the east, the golden eagle's eyes suddenly widened, and his throat screamed, but he cowered away with his tail between his legs, and swept cautiously against the ground, heading straight for Tianzhu Peak.

"Is that the golden eagle heirloom of the imperial court?" Although this golden eagle was a little weird, Zheng Qingshan recognized its origin at a glance.

Smack......

The golden eagle circled on the Tianzhu Peak, threw down a bamboo tube containing a letter, and flew away without flicking its wings without looking back.

"Huh?" The letter fell from the sky, Zheng Qingshan's hand grabbed it from afar, and the true qi was absorbed through the air, and it fell into his hand.

When he opened it, his pupils immediately constricted.

"Master, it's not good!" At this time, there was a burst of exclamation, and I saw Xie Baoshu leading the seven sons of Wudang to hurry up.

"What's the matter, so flustered?" Zheng Qingshan did not move.

"According to the report of the junior disciples under the mountain, there is a letter in the rivers and lakes, and the traces of the six major factions are highlighted within a hundred miles of my Wudang, and they are actually in one place, and they are coming directly towards my Wudang, and it seems that the comers are not good!" Xie Baoshu said in a deep voice.

The other six sons were also more or less anxious.

"Hmm!" Unexpectedly, although Zheng Qingshan's face was solemn, he was not surprised.

His figure swept away, standing at the highest point of the golden summit of Tianzhu Peak and watching.

The land was vast and boundless, and from a distance, he saw six groups of men and horses appearing in all directions, with banners waving and fierce spirits, rushing towards Wudang, presenting the encirclement.