Last night, the cold scorpion couldn't stop singing. Shocked back to the dream of a thousand miles, it has been three watches

At the time of the child, a hundred miles northwest of Wudang Mountain, in the rolling Qinling Mountains, in the belly of a barren mountain.

In the dim stone cave, there is a gloomy atmosphere, only a copper lamp hangs on the cave wall, weakly swallowing the tongue of fire, there is no other furnishings in the cave, only a wide stone chair with a thick layer of unknown animal skin.

At this time, there was a man sitting on it, a man of strange ugliness, a dwarf of short stature.

A handful of gray hair was crooked on the top of his head, his face was full of wrinkles and pockmarks, his green eyes were large and prominent, his nose was a lump of flesh, and his wide mouth was almost grinning at the base of his ears, revealing his only few big yellow teeth. His short figure was half-seated and half-lying on the thick fur of the stone chair, like a newborn boar curled up under the old boar.

Under the stone chair, there stood a young man who looked like a scholar, dressed in a white robe, wearing a square scarf, and a fan at his waist, only to see that his eyebrows and eyes were slender, his lips were as thin as carving, and his face was sickly pale.

I only heard him say respectfully: The apprentice congratulates the master on his exit, and the master's magic skills have entered again, and the disciples under him are all happy. I hope to meet the master as soon as possible and say hello to the master.

The dwarf old man said: Don't leave, you have worked hard for you in the past ten years, you have done your best for the gang, and you have also seen it in the eyes of the teacher.

Not only was the dwarf ugly, but its voice was harsh, like the cry of a night owl.

The young man dressed as a scholar listened to the irrepressible ecstasy in his heart, but he still remained silent on the surface and said respectfully: The master raised me as an adult, and the apprentice has long regarded the master as his biological father in his heart, and it is even more of an honor for the apprentice to do things for the master and the gang.

The old dwarf laughed, "Yes." Apparently the reaction to this apprentice was useful.

Then he moved on the wide and soft fur, and then said: In the ten years since I was in retreat, what major events have happened in the rivers and lakes?

The scholar replied with a slight hesitation: Since ten years ago, the master...

The old dwarf said: But it doesn't hurt to say it.

The scholar continued: Yes, since the master came back from injury ten years ago, not long after the retreat, the head of Wudang, Qingxuan Zhenren, passed away.

The old dwarf exclaimed, "What! Qingxuan, that old guy is dead?" As he spoke, he jumped up and stood on the stone chair.

The scholar replied: Wudang announced to the outside world that Qingxuan Zhenren died because of his practice.

The dwarf old man sat down again, and sneered: This kind of deceptive nonsense can also deceive those fledgling juniors, the old guy Qingxuan Yin and Yang Sutra has already been completed, not to mention that in his later years, he was immersed in cultivation, not asking about mundane things, whether it was martial arts or his heart, he had already transcended the sainthood, hehe, he went mad, haha, he clapped his legs and laughed as he spoke.

The laughter suddenly stopped, and the dwarf old man said urgently: Who is the head now?

Scholar Road: Currently, Michiaga Aoki and Michicho Aoba are in charge together.

The dwarf old man scratched his head and frowned: Aoki and Aoba... After saying these words, he fell into deep thought.

The scholar lowered his head again, looking very respectful and patient.

After a while, the old dwarf said, "What else is going on?"

Scholar Dao: Bu Yunxiao, the leader of the beggar gang, disappeared on the day of the death of the Qingxuan Dao Immortal, and his whereabouts are still unknown.

The old dwarf snorted, "Looks like this dead madman must know something." After a pause, he continued.

Scholar Dao: Shortly after the master's retreat and the death of Qingxuan Zhenren Immortal, a sect called Senluo Hall suddenly appeared on the rivers and lakes. The hall master calls himself Yama Luo, and everyone in the rivers and lakes calls him the Living Yama King, but he has never appeared on the rivers and lakes, and no one knows his appearance. The ten handsome men under his hands, all of them are strong in martial arts, this sect rarely walks around on the rivers and lakes, every time it appears, it will definitely set off a bloody storm, and eight years ago, more than 100 people in the Red Leaf Villa were slaughtered.

Speaking of this, the scholar paused, found the dwarf old man, frowned in contemplation, and continued: It is said that the brother of the deputy gang leader of the beggar gang, Yao Yao, who grew up together since childhood, Tianshui Jianshui Ruohan ranks among the top ten yin marshals.

The old dwarf looked up at the bronze lamp hanging on the wall of the cave, took a deep breath, and seemed to be angry in his eyes.

I only heard him say suddenly: Don't leave, do you know why the teacher left ten years ago, and why he returned with a serious injury.

The scholar-looking man never expected the dwarf old man to suddenly change the topic, and he didn't know what he meant, so he had to say: Don't dare.

The old dwarf slowly leaned back in his chair and looked at the top of the cave, as if caught in a memory.

I only heard him say slowly: Ten years ago, late one night, the teacher was practicing in the back mountain, and suddenly a man in black of unknown origin stood on the boulder on the top of the mountain. Hmph, how can I let him live, without saying a word, we will fight each other.

The scholar was obviously surprised by this, and couldn't help but prick up his ears and hold his breath.

The dwarf old man continued: Even if the martial arts of the person who came here is slightly inferior to mine, it is not much different. For the teacher in the rivers and lakes for many years, and the masters of various factions have moved, but this person made the martial arts tricks, I am completely unpredictable, the palm is like the Shaolin Donkey Kong palm, and like the Wudang gossip dragon palm, the body is like Kunlun's cloud dragon three folds, and like the snow of Emei through the clouds.

Speaking of this, the dwarf old man paused, obviously still obsessed with the martial arts of the man in black.

Just listen to him continue: his moves seem to be a fusion of the strengths of each family, but it seems that it is not at all. What's more, he didn't seem to have any intention of fighting me, and after more than a hundred rounds, he only defended and didn't attack. I saw that there was no point in continuing the struggle, so I stopped, intending to find out who he was.

At this point, the old dwarf man closed his eyes, and his thoughts drifted back to that night ten years ago.

Ten years ago, on the top of the barren mountain, when the old man and the man in black exchanged more than 100 moves, I saw the man in black standing still, slapping his palms and laughing: The ancestor is more radiant than in the past, which is really gratifying.

The dwarf old man was secretly frightened, since he was seriously injured by that incident more than 30 years ago, he hid in the barren mountains of the Qinling Mountains to heal his injuries. This man found his hiding place, and revealed his identity in a word, which did not make him stunned.

The dwarf old man stabilized his mood and said in a cold voice: Who is Your Excellency?

The man in black said with a smile: His status is low, and he doesn't know if he talks about the ancestor, so he doesn't mention it.

The dwarf old man said slowly: Then how do you know that I am here, and what is the reason for me to come here late at night?

The man in black looked at him with burning eyes, and said in a deep voice: Gossip aside, I came here late at night to talk about cooperation with my ancestor.

The old dwarf snorted and said, "Your Excellency will either leave now, or stay here forever." As he spoke, he had set up his posture and used his strength.

The man in black didn't care, and said lightly: I don't know if the ancestor is interested in the treasure house of Jian Pingchuan.

The dwarf old man's pupils contracted violently, and he said sharply: Who are you?!

The man in black waved his hand and said: The ancestor knows that Jian Pingchuan gave birth to a son before his death, and this son has already grown up, and is now the head of the famous three-point dart game on the rivers and lakes.

The old dwarf stared at the man in black without saying a word.

The man in black continued: It is rumored that the key to open the treasure mechanism is on his body, and he will pass through here to go to Guanwai the day after tomorrow, as for whether it is related to the treasure house, it is unknown. With that, he put his hands behind his back and looked at the dwarf old man quietly.

The old dwarf pondered for a moment and said slowly: "What do you want?"

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the man in black, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said slowly: It depends on what the ancestor means.

When it is ugly, the ancestral hall behind the Tianzhu Peak of Wudang Mountain.

In the solemn hall, the cigarette smoke curls all the year round, the rows of long bright lights sway the dim firelight, the middle of the hall is high above the statue of the Sanqing gods, the treasure is solemn, lifelike.

Below the statue is placed the spiritual seat of the head of the Wudang dynasties, and the incense table below the spiritual seat is placed in the center of a bronze incense burner with a strange shape, I don't know how many years it has been, let the sun and the moon change, the vicissitudes of the world, as if there is no impact on it. There are five grains and three cups of tea on the incense case, which means fasting and vegetarianism, pure heart and few desires, and also has the meaning of cultivating the way to become an immortal and not eating the fireworks in the world.

There was a person standing in front of the incense case, and in the face of the spirit card, it seemed that he had been standing for a long time.

This person was tall, wearing a cyan robe, wearing a Taoist crown, and an ebony hairpin passed through it. I saw him slowly raise his hand, take out three incense sticks and light them and insert them into the incense burner, took a step back, lowered his head slightly, and in the solemn and quiet hall, the cigarettes repeatedly floated up and dissipated in the firelight, as if there was a slight sigh.

Soon, a sound of rustling footsteps came, and a black-clothed man with a black scarf and a masked face walked out of the dark corner of the ancestral hall, the black-clothed man walked straight to the incense case, raised his head and looked at the Sanqing statue silently for a long time, and then looked at one of the spirit cards under the statue, and after a while, brushed his sleeves, burned incense, and then stood aside with his hands.

Wudang is a famous and decent family, Taoist holy land, not to mention the main peak Tianzhu Peak, towering into the clouds, steep and steep, there are many checkpoints, just many disciples, plus the recent Wudang Mountain all the famous and decent people gathered, invited to participate in the Wudang Conference, the guard is strict, it can be said that it is difficult for birds to enter.

It is also surprising that this man dressed in black can appear in the important place of Wudang unknowingly, worship Sanqing and the ancestral hall of the previous heads of Wudang, and the Taoist who can enter and exit the Wudang ancestral hall alone, and the Taoist who must have an extraordinary status in the Wudang faction turned a deaf ear to this and turned a blind eye.

The two stood motionless like this, and after a long time, the man in black took the lead in breaking the silence, and said slowly: First of all, I would like to congratulate Aoki Daoist on his position as the head of Wudang tomorrow, I believe that in Aoki Daochang, no, it should be Aoki Zhenren, and I believe that the Wudang faction will be more and more prosperous under the leadership of Aoki Zhenren, and will be in charge of the rivers and lakes in the future.

As soon as the man in black finished speaking, Huo Ran, the Taoist chief known as Aoki, turned around, and a cold light suddenly shot out of his eyes, only to see that his eyebrows and eyes were extremely close, his cheekbones were high, his eyes were cold, he was not angry and arrogant, and his demeanor was stern.

I only heard him say in a cold voice: This matter, no matter whether your purpose is successful or not, you and I have nothing to do with it. Please be careful in your words and deeds so that you do not suffer the scourge of killing.

The man in black smiled and said: This is natural, the Taoist chief will do his best to keep his promises, but please rest assured, what happened ten years ago...

Aoki Michicho's pale face suddenly turned red, and the green tendons on his head burst out, and he said sharply: Shut up!

The man in black waved his hand, smiled slightly, and said, "Take care of yourself, Dao Chief."

After speaking, he turned around and walked out of the ancestral hall, his body shook and disappeared into the darkness.

A cold wind blew, and the whining sound was like a cry.

Aoki Dao Chang gasped for a long time in place, and when his emotions calmed down, he slowly walked up to the incense table again, looked up at one of the spirit cards, and muttered: Senior brother, I... , the sound fades and cannot be heard. With that, he suddenly turned around and left.

After a long time, Tianzhu Peak was no longer silent, only the bamboo waves outside the ancestral hall were rustling.

In the main hall of the ancestral hall, only to hear a squeak, the wick in the ever-bright lamp burst, the flame suddenly jumped high, and returned to peace, and the fire was reflected on the tablet at that moment, which was written: The spiritual position of the head of Wudang Qingxuan Zhenren.