Looking at the Yiye Bian Boat that disappeared at the end of the sky, more than 100 Beifu soldiers quietly retreated.

In the nine-story Bozhong Pavilion, a green-shirted guest holding "On the Righteousness of Balance" jumped down, and the air under his feet rippled and vibrate, like lotus flowers, like walking on the surface of the Yongjiang River. He took out a piece of wood from the water a few times and got wet, it was the piece that Yang Ze kicked down the Yongjiang River, and laughed, and the wood turned into debris and scattered in the wind.

This Jixia School Palace was originally built next to the Huaijiang River, and the Yongjiang River that is rolling eastward is clothed with water. No matter who the new party and the old party are, they dare not come to burn this Jixia School Palace, that will be drowned by the saliva of the Confucian students in the world, sometimes these pedantic Xiucai are angry, and the Jinluan Palace will also tremble, the most feared by the past dynasties is the Zhengchen, and the most needed is also the official Zhengchen.

"Dangdangdang", Wudang Mountain since the founding of the Xiangtuo Dynasty, the successive dynasties of the Emperor were named "abbots", dominating the Quartet Taoism, even if the Jiangzhou Taoist ancestral Ting Niutou Mountain has to lower its bull head. Wudang Mountain Zixiao Palace is dedicated to the Zhenwu Emperor, the incense is prosperous, the highest mountain top Ling Feng weighs 10,000 catties like the bell has not been rung for a hundred years, but at this moment it has sounded eighteen times in a row, and the Wudang disciples under the mountain have raised their heads in surprise and looked at the top of the mountain.

"Could it be that the previous generation of patriarchs in retreat, Zhao Ruyan, has been out of the sect?"

This Wudang Mountain has always been the ancestral court of Taoism, 12 strange peaks on the mountain, 36 strange pools, 72 lakes, the mountain is high-definition and secluded, the upper and lower heaven is connected to the earth, it is a good place to cultivate immortals and preach the Tao, I don't know how many people who do not want to enter the world outside the world to practice in the mountain, the previous generation of Zhao Ruyan to seek Taoist parents, has been in the mountain for many years, Wudang Mountain disciples no one knows where he is practicing now.

Today's Wudang Mountain has been prosperous for hundreds of years, and there are countless Taoist temples on the mountain, among which the Taiqing Palace dedicated to the Zhenwu Emperor is respected. In this river and lake, you see some people go to Wangting Mountain to splash and roll, some people go to Niutou Mountain to stir up nonsense, when have anyone ever seen them dare to go to Wudang Mountain to spread wild? It is precisely because this thousand-year-old Taoist ancestral court has long hidden the dragon and crouching tiger, and there are many land immortals on the mountain who do not want to be born.

The people who cultivate immortals and preach the Tao on the mountain live in a simple place, hiding the dragon and crouching the tiger. On an inconspicuous peak behind the Taiqing Palace of Wudang Mountain, a Taoist temple hundreds of years ago is dilapidated, not renovated in time, a huge bell weighing 10,000 catties stands next to the ruined Taoist temple, the name of the bell is like that, it is the ancestor of Wudang Mountain that year, in order to prove that the orthodoxy of the Taoist flow has a long history.

"Young master, eighteen times", the jade-faced young man, panting, put down the thick bumper wood that surrounded him. The scholar behind him counted with a smile on his face, carrying a sword on his back, the hilt of the sword was like flowing amber, round like water, and the sword was engraved with small characters with a fly's head, which was the new swordsman of the Nangong family who went south to sharpen his sword intent, Nangong Yicheng.

Just now he was on the Yongjiang River, entrusted by the Lingding Sword Woman of Wangting Mountain, and provoked Yang Ze's building boat, if it weren't for the hundred horse cutting crossbows, he might have to separate from the young master of the Yang family.

Nangong Yicheng, a young man in a robe, waited for a long time with his hands behind his back, he thought in his heart that he had made this earth-shattering movement, no one in Wudang Mountain came out to drive him, it seemed that he had never rang this 10,000-pound giant bell, he couldn't bear it anymore, and couldn't help but look at the path up the mountain.

After waiting for half a pillar of incense, except for the dilapidated Taoist temple, a few small Taoist priests on the mountain looked here a few times, but no one came out to stop him.

He is a little restless, and Wudang Mountain is too big?

At sunset, in the dilapidated Taoist temple behind him, an old Taoist priest in a sloppy Taoist robe walked out of it with a pair of dirty shoes, sleepy-eyed.

"Little baby, don't go to the mountains and rivers, what do you want to do with this Ben Zhong standing here?", the old Taoist priest showed a few sparse teeth, rubbed his eyes, squinted his eyes, and looked at the jade-faced young man and the boy with the sword behind him.

"Is this Wudang Mountain Town Sect Kui Baowan in Zhong?"

"Yes", the old Taoist priest scratched his fluffy bun, "What's there to knock on a broken bell, the old man has lived here for thirty years, and no one has ever wanted to ring this bell."

The young man in the robe and the jade face looked incredulous.

The old man was extremely lazy, clasped the dust on his feet with his hand, and stepped on straw sandals.

"Lao Dao hasn't moved his muscles and bones for a long time, I'll knock on it", Lao Dao walked forward after speaking, and did not hit the wood, only to see him hit it continuously with his hands, it was like a bell superimposed on a sound, like a stone thrown into the lake, the sound wave rippled round and round, and the scholar in the robe felt that the sea of internal organs was rolling, and the qi was sluggish.

The sword boy stepped forward, ready to hand out the flowing sword.

The young man looked at Lao Dao and waved his hand vigorously, his luck suppressing the churning sea of qi.

"Thirty-six times", Lao Dao stopped, still looking at him honestly, as if he didn't use any strength just now, like striking an ordinary big bell.

The scholar in the robe arrived on the ground, "Thank you seniors for your advice", turned around and beckoned the boy with the sword on his back, and walked away.

"Don't sit down and take a sip of tea, this Lingfeng Mountain Spring, but Jingzhou is a must, and it will leave so soon", the young man in the robe came and went in a hurry, and did not answer.

"Tsk, there is another young swordsman from the Nangong family", the old Taoist muttered to himself, yawned and continued to go back to sleep in the Broken Daoist Temple, and a few good little Taoist children hid in the distance and witnessed all this, it was Zhao Ruyu, the uncle who did not want to be crowned on the mountain.

Wudang dominates Taoism in the world, and it is not a false name of Lang.

At the foot of Wudang Mountain, stand a huge stone square card, on the book "Daoliu Wan" four big characters, both sides of the stone square by two ends of the Tuo Ao on the back. One side of the stone workshop is a number of weathered dismounted stones, through this stone square stele, from this tens of thousands of steps of bluestone steps, is the main hall of Wudang Mountain Taoist Temple Taiqing Palace, whether the princes and nobles or Confucianism and Buddhism must dismount in front of the stone workshop, showing the status of this mountain in the dynasty.

A thin man dressed in green clothes and burlap, holding a volume of "On the Righteousness of Balance" in his hand, listening to the bell, looking at Yang Ze and the others going away, looking at their disappearing figures, standing in front of the Shifang plaque and sighing, "Jiangzhou carp leaps over the dragon gate, the luck of this Wudang and Wangting Mountain should come to an end."

He is the only person in the Jixia School Palace who has climbed to the ninth floor of the Bozhong Pavilion - the Qingyi Kehou Junji.

At this time, on the seventh floor of the Bozhong Pavilion, Wei Zhongcheng was holding the sunspot, concentrating on playing against the bearded old man. The old man Baizi has obviously been surrounded by sunspots, and he is in danger, which is exactly the ingenious move and six styles of the chess master.

Yang Ze could see that the bearded old man was about to abandon his son and admit defeat in less than three steps, this person was Liu Shili, the new sacrificial wine of the Academy, this person had few opponents in the dynasty in the way of sophistry, and he had a unique momentum, and the only time was to argue with Fang Xiaomu, a scholar from the cold door, in a situation where he would not lose or win.

Fang Xiaomu, who went to the school palace with a dilapidated bag on his back, did not fly, soared into the sky, and if he did not make a sound, he was a blockbuster.

The sound of the piano outside the window is murmuring, like a clear spring stone upstream, clear to the ear, moistening the heart and spleen.

"Is it really you who broke the lock Jiao endgame?", the bearded old man raised his head and asked Wei Zhongcheng, touching the chess game with his hand, disrupting the chess game that was in a desperate situation.

"Haha, it's not me, it's the girl", Wei Zhongcheng stroked his beard and laughed, gently put the sunspot back into the chess niche, and pointed to Ye Qingxuan, who was listening to the piano by the lake outside the window.

"What a song of birds out of the forest, jade girls and raccoons, what a wonderful person", Liu Shili stroked his palms and exclaimed.

There are only a handful of people who have climbed the seventh floor of the Bozhong Pavilion in the Xiangtuo Dynasty, and Liu Shili is one of them. He climbed to the seventh floor of the Bozhong Pavilion two years ago, known as the three unique chess, books, and songs, especially his nineteen vertical and horizontal Go, and he has never encountered an opponent and has never tasted defeat.

Sure enough, Liu Shili, as Wei Zhongcheng said at the beginning, "never tasted defeat", because he had never finished a game of chess with a master.

Wei Zhongcheng looked at Yang Ze with a look of disdain and looked at Liu Shili who was laughing away, "Young Master, don't underestimate him, the world is ever-changing, and the person who can make himself invincible is not worthy of admiration?"

Yang Ze sighed and nodded, "talent" he muttered in his heart.

Yang Ze walked down the Bozhong Pavilion, and the song ended, attracting countless students from the Jixia School Palace to watch. Liu Shili also leaned on the threshold of Bozhong Pavilion and listened to the artistic conception of "banana hitting the rain" in the sound of the piano.

"Has anyone climbed to the top of the ninth floor of the Bozhong Pavilion?", Yang Ze stood in front of the building and looked at the ninth floor standing alone in the air.

"Yes, half a year ago, a green-shirted guest, Hou Junji."

On the ninth floor, Hou Junji's demeanor was graceful and elegant, his temples were slightly white, and there were a few thin wrinkles between his eyebrows. It was originally Wu Yueren's family, penniless, but he cared about the world. Tianwei general Lu Wenyong broke Wu Yue, this person had offered advice to Wu Yue and Nan Liang, but unfortunately Wu Yue's royal family ignored his suggestions, and finally Wu Yue and Nan Liang were destroyed successively, after Wu Yue destroyed the country, he has been in the Jixia School Palace, the dynasty invited him out of the mountain several times, he declined, at this moment she listened thoughtfully to the sound of Louqin.

The sound of the piano murmured, like a string of pearls rolling down on the bluestone street after the rain, just like the mood he had when he first saw her, moist as a crisp.

Back then, Wudang Sect Leader Zhao Yanyu and Wangting Mountain Ancestor Gongsun Ji both knew that this person was the most powerful person in Jingzhou, and was expected to become a land immortal, but now it seems that this person may not have a chance.

"I will slay the yellow dragon with my blood," he muttered softly.

Not long after the sloppy old Taoist priest returned to the dilapidated Taoist temple, the green shirt guest went to Wudang Mountain for the first time, standing in front of the Wudang Bell, nine hundred and eighty-one like the bell ringing, the earth-shattering bell was endless, the roaring mountains and rivers, a brilliant brilliance, lit up above Lingfeng, the sloppy old Taoist heard that entering the land fairy realm can be like this.

With a violent cough, he covered his lips with his hand, and a pool of scarlet blood appeared in his palm, and he wiped it without care.

Countless personable Confucian students in the Jixia School Palace were all curious about these stunning beauties and other eye-catching Yang Ze As soon as Yang Ze appeared, everyone dispersed in a hurry, because everyone noticed that he was carrying a sword on his shoulder, although they were not afraid that the fancy sword would kill people, but the two hundred white horses and white armor outside the door still made people feel uneasy.

Just outside the school palace, last night's earthquake trembled, and the rumbling sound resounded through the school palace.

Two hundred soldiers and horses came suddenly, all of them with Sui blades, horse crossbows, white clothes and white armor with white horses, dusting off the dust on their clothes, and the leader was a middle-aged armor soldier wearing silver armor and holding a silver spear.

No matter how clumsy people are, they also know that it was the Beifu military weapon that was powerful in the world back then, and it was the Beifu Xiaoqi Cavalry Camp that attacked Yinshan at night and made Cangbei Iron Cavalry dare not go south to herd horses for fifty years, this eye-catching young master needless to say must be the master of those gangsters.