The mountains don't know the years.

In the blink of an eye, another month has passed in the world.

On this day, a long roar suddenly rose from the mountain, and it was clear into the clouds.

"Uncle Junior, nephew Zheng Qingshan is visiting!"

"Huh, my nephew is back!"

Lu Chunliang opened his eyes slightly, his vision penetrated the barrier, and he saw that Zheng Qingshan, the teacher and nephew he hadn't seen for a long time, was spinning around in the eight formations on the mountainside, not knowing how to get his feet.

The mountain is not peaceful, even if Feilai Peak is located in the middle of nowhere, it has been broken into the mountain several times, and under Lu Chunliang's many arrangements, the mountain protection array of Feilai Peak has long been different from what it used to be.

Even the teachers and nephews are struggling.

Well, that's the formation I want!

Lu Chunliang nodded slightly, quite satisfied, and called lightly.

"Cow!"

Bellow......

A low roar echoed from afar.

The big green ox flicked its tail like a whip and went down the mountain far.

After a few moments, a hearty laugh came from down the mountain.

"Uncle Xiao hasn't seen you for a long time, my nephew really envy your old man for enjoying the blessings of the land alone on the mountain!"

The mountain road is rugged, and a little old man in a robe has fluttering sleeves and strides up the mountain.

"Qingshan, you're here!" Lu Chunliang smiled and nodded.

When he saw the hairy beard growing slightly from the corner of the little uncle's mouth in front of him, Zheng Qingshan sighed with emotion, "I haven't seen you in January, little uncle, you have grown up a lot!"

"Senior nephew, you are also old!" Lu Chunliang also sighed.

The head of the little old man has practiced Taoist health skills all the year round, and his spirit is no less than that of a young man, but his sideburns have long been frosty white.

One young and one old, one long and one later, the dialogue scene is quite weird.

But the two are used to it.

"How about the trip of the master and nephew down the mountain?" Lu Chunliang asked again.

"There are quite a lot of twists and turns, but fortunately, with the blessing of Uncle Lai Shize, there are no dangers, and I have passed it smoothly!" Speaking of this, Zheng Qingshan couldn't help but sigh for a while, but then he thought of something, and said respectfully.

"If it weren't for the introduction of the second list of dragons and tigers by the imperial court, the nephew still doesn't know that the little uncle is sitting on the mountain, but he is falling down the mountain, when will he accept a female disciple Wang Ling'er, who is ranked tenth on the tiger list?

Born in a small family, he was forced to marry, had to escape from marriage and leave, and after disappearing mysteriously for three months, he came back again, defeated the enemy who was forced to marry, and staged the legend of 'don't bully women are not as good as men'.

At a young age, she has five grades of cultivation, and what is even more rare is that she has refined a kind of Qimen true qi called 'Dou Qi', which has a kaleidoscopic ability in her hands, horses, cows, tigers, dragons...... With each more change, the means will go to the next level and make a great name in the rivers and lakes.

There is also a martial arts veteran who asserts that she has a unique true atmosphere, and he will one day become a generation of female sect masters with his fighting spirit, and some people on the rivers and lakes already call him 'female fighting sect'.

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He spoke eloquently, with a look of admiration.

"I heard Baoshu say that in the month of Layue last year, someone braved the snow to worship the mountain and almost fell off the cliff and died. In addition, Uncle Junior, you are still preaching on the preaching cliff, turning the nameless demon monk into Fahai. Yes, even if the rivers and lakes are so big, but except for Uncle Xiaoshi, who can turn decay into magic and create miracles in the world. Uncle Junior, you are so bitter to hide from your nephew!"

After that, Zheng Qingshan faintly wiped his tears, and his voice was full of crying.

My teacher and nephew are good at everything, but I like to be a big-eared thief!

Last time, I fell for this plan, and I trained the seven sons of Wudang for more than a month.

Not far ahead, seeing him crying bitterly, Lu Chunliang couldn't help but feel stunned.

Every time the teacher and nephew said one more word, he felt even more embarrassed.

At that time, he just accepted a registered disciple and passed on a trick of "fighting spirit to turn a horse", and then he rushed down the mountain without being able to avoid it, who knew that it would cause such a big wave on the rivers and lakes.

Lu Chunliang didn't expect it himself!

All I can say is......

The son of luck is really a little untouchable......

This feeling is complicated and indescribable, and Lu Chunliang can only smile at this time.

"A good apprentice is not born, and he can get it by chance!"

"Little Uncle, Senior Sister Ling'er is already among the masters of the rivers and lakes, why don't you ......" Seeing that Uncle Xiao admitted it himself, Zheng Qingshan's eyes lit up.

Before he finished speaking, he was immediately interrupted by Lu Chunliang.

With just one glance, he guessed what the teacher and nephew were thinking.

Let the cheap apprentice go back to the mountain?

Won't there be no more peace on the mountain......

Enjoying the blessings of the land exclusively, isn't it fragrant?

"Ling'er, my disciple, is not a pure person of the Daomen, and she has her own fate in the rivers and lakes! I have already instructed her not to return to the mountain if she does not become a grandmaster. Forcibly recalling it is just a waste of her time!" Lu Chunliang said.

"How harsh is Uncle Ling'er's requirements for Senior Sister Ling'er?" Zheng Qingshan was secretly speechless.

Uncle Xiao left no room for words, and he could only regretfully dispel a trace of delusion in his heart.

"That's right! Uncle Xiao sat in the mountains for a long time and did not walk in the world. I didn't expect that Uncle Xiao also had an old friend in the Jixia School Palace, which was thousands of miles away!" Zheng Qingshan said abruptly,

"Jixia School Palace?" Lu Chunliang was slightly stunned.

This Jixia School Palace continues to be the inheritance of the hundred schools of thought, and is listed as one of the three holy places along with the Confucian Academy and the non-siege city of Momen.

Although it is in the world, it has never had much to do with the rivers and lakes.

He hasn't even come down the mountain, so where are his friends?

"Uncle Junior, please look!" Zheng Qingshan's hand shook, and a letter flew out of his sleeve.

Lu Chunliang caught it, glanced at it, and was speechless.

I saw a line headed by the leader, and it was written, "The dear master is above, and the apprentice Ling'er worships the ......"

It turned out to be a letter from a cheap apprentice!

I don't know why she tossed to Jixia Academy again?

Lu Chunliang secretly looked over, only to see the master's nephew looking over with a smile, and hurriedly accepted the letter with a weak heart.

This teacher's nephew seems to be loyal, and his mind is very treacherous.

If he finds out that he still has a connection with a cheap apprentice, I don't know what kind of moth he wants to do?

The mouth of the Jianghu people, the ghost of deception!

"Ahem, cough, cough......" Lu Chunliang coughed a few times in disguise, in case this teacher and nephew made trouble again, and asked in a hostile manner, "Senior nephew, the Daomen Conference gathers in the five mountains and thirty-six views, and the changes will not be as simple as you say." If my expectations are correct, now that I am in the position of Wudang, I am already in a very delicate moment, and my status is noble, but I do not have enough strength to protect my own door. A thousand years ago, the Kongtong faction was ousted from the position of the Daokui Five Mountains by the Three Mad Patriarchs, didn't they make any moves this time? Although I have a false name, those Taoist sects are eyeing me Wudang, how can they give up?"

"Uncle Xiao is clever! There is another change in this, and I am about to tell you. When Zheng Qingshan heard this, he really put many calculations in his heart behind him, and sighed, "As Uncle Xiao expected, the position of the leader of the Five Mountains Dao Sect is too tempting. My Wudang is now regarded as a soft persimmon, Kongtong, Laoshan, Shenxiao...... More than a dozen Taoist sects took the opportunity to make trouble, and coerced my Wudang to give up the position of debut leader on the grounds that there was no successor to Wudang and that the inheritance was severed.

Although I resolved them one by one with the prestige of my little uncle's mastery of suppressing demons, I expected that they would not give up, so I simply proposed to take the initiative to take the upcoming Daomen Dabi to Wudang.

When the time comes, the young elites of all Taoist sects will gather in Wudang Mountain to compete in martial arts. As long as one of my Wudang disciples can occupy the position of the top five leaders, or the top three, it will naturally convince people, and there will be no noise!"

Zheng Qingshan stroked his long beard with his hand, and he already had a plan in his heart.

"Retreat is advance! This is a good way!" Lu Chunliang nodded when he heard this, but smiled noncommittally.

"It's just the top three, since the people of Wudang Sect want to strive to dominate the crowd, why can't they be the first?"

"First?" When Zheng Qingshan heard this, he grabbed his beard tightly and smiled bitterly, "Little uncle, how easy is this to talk about? I have to say that now the rivers and lakes are a world of great disputes that are rare in a thousand years, and there are many talents. Although the ten major Taoist sects are violent, they are indeed full of talents. At that time, they will inevitably send experts to suppress the formation, wanting to take the opportunity to suppress my Wudang momentum. Although the seventh son of Wudang has your guidance, Uncle Xiao, but now his deeds are still shallow, I'm afraid he ......"

Before he finished speaking, Lu Chunliang interrupted again, laughed and shook his head, his eyes were already dark.

"Why not! Senior nephew, you underestimate the background of my Wudang Three Crazy Descendants. To know ......"

"Wudang for a thousand years, not lost to others!"