Pan Xuan shook his head and said: "This old Taoist has a clear head, but he will never be unprioritized, if others are here, they will not let the Spirit King go alone, but he has other important matters, and he doesn't know where to go." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Xiao Moxue pointed to herself, and said, "Why do I know the words on the inscription? Why do I feel so scared after reading it? I think... I, the Heavenly Spirit, are the same as Zhang Zhenren, and they are also harmful to this world. ”

"That fear stems from the blood cold. The true immortals of Shanhaimen can endure the true qi of the gods. However, that true qi feeds on the living beings in the world, so it is endless, dissipating and regenerating. Xuehan and Sanfeng have all known about this festival, so they have a lot of worries and hide from the world, and it is really ridiculous that the immortals do their job. ”

Xiao Moxue's body trembled, her clear eyes were full of worry, she thought about it for a while, and said, "Niece, I think of a story, do you want to hear it?"

Xiao Mo Xueden cheered up and hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, what kind of story? No one has told me a story for a long time." ”

"About a thousand years ago, there were many tribes on the shores of the western sea. The people of those tribes were very strong, either pirates or robbers, and they kept robbing money, women, and children, and gradually grew. It became a thousand small countries. These small countries are also very fierce, and no one obeys anyone, so everyone fights very hard, fighting all day long, and blood flows like a river. At that time, everyone on the seashore, male and female, lived a precarious life.

After such an endless battle, one country finally came to the fore. The country has clear rewards and punishments, strict laws, training legions, and requisitions everywhere. As long as the enemy country refused, he slaughtered the men of that country and forcibly married the women of that country by even more brutal means. After a hundred years, it has become a powerful and incomparable power. ”

Xiao Moxue said: "That country is so cruel, like a Mongolian person, how can it convince the public, and how can it last?"

"Don't you know, that country has lasted for hundreds of years, with a vast territory and rich people, compared to the Han, Tang, and Song dynasties. After it was founded, the world was peaceful, the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, they could not afford war, they were carefree, and they no longer had to be frightened or accidentally died. ”

Xiao Mo Xueqi said: "Why is this happening?"

Pan Xuan smiled: "Just because the essence of that country can be continued, its successive monarchs also want long-term peace and stability, so they are reciprocal with the people." Although it also levies extremely high taxes, promulgates very strict decrees, and still slaughters cities when it goes out to fight, on the whole, the people benefit from the pleasures at home far more than the wars of the past countries. In the face of a powerful enemy of a foreign race, only this powerful nation can win and protect the safety of the people. ”

Xiao Moxue's eyes lit up, she understood, and said, "This country is... Zhang Zhenren, the people in the country, are the creatures of this world. ”

Pan Xuan nodded and said, "You are very smart and have a good understanding." Such a big country that dominates the world and is not bad in nature is what I call a giant beast. ”

Xiao Moxue said, "Giant beast?"

"Yes, Behemoth." Within this giant beast, there are naturally countless drawbacks and endless evil thoughts, but without this giant beast, it cannot guard the heavens and the earth, deter the demons, protect the weak, and stabilize the four seas. That old man's worries are actually just demons in his heart, and since he has been benefited by this Qiankun, he can't stand by and watch the corpse eat vegetarian. Otherwise, it will be a failure to live up to the grace of heaven and go against the principles of heaven. ”

Xiao Moxue stroked her palms and smiled: "You should say this to Zhang Zhenren." After listening to this, he will definitely untie the knot. ”

Pan Xuan saw her smile and asked, "Are you in a better mood after listening to my story?"

Xiao Moxue said: "It's much better, I don't know why, I added to it by myself, my uncle persuaded me like this, and I figured it all out." ”

Pan Xuan thought to himself: "Most of this statement has been conveyed to Xuehan to know, if she has a demon, she may be able to gain a little, and it can be regarded as my little supplement to Shanhaimen." Waving her hand to Xiao Moxue, motioning her to go back to the house, Xiao Moxue's eyes were attached to admiration, and said, "Uncle, I'll be here with you for a while, okay?"

Pan Xuan smiled: "Go back, I want to walk around the mountains by myself, you little girl always accompany my old man, I'm afraid of being stuffy." ”

Xiao Moxue's face turned red, and she said in a low voice: "Accompanying my uncle, it's not boring at all, but it's very interesting." He muttered a few words, and then ran away.

Looking at it from afar, he saw the vast sea of clouds and the bright starry sky, and his heart was turbulent: "The body of a true immortal is quite similar in essence to ten thousand immortals. Ten thousand immortals relied on the soul refining of countless greedy soul worms to open the passage and connect with the ancient gods in the water of Hongyuan Pond, so that they could live forever and have a strong physique. The true immortals draw the essence from the world's bodies, and the essence is refined in the water of the underworld, so that it can be immortal and eternal. The people of all immortals don't know the reason, if they know, will they also be terrified?

Coiled, how about you?

From ancient times to the present, from death to life, you have continued to devour and refine your soul, strengthen your strength, and practice evil laws, haven't you ever felt guilty and remorseful?

You are different, you never have weak thoughts, you know fate, you know the truth, you know what you should do, you know that there is no good and evil in the world, right and wrong are confused, only by sticking to your own way, you will not be lost, you will not be overwhelmed by sin.

You keep devouring, hence the beast.

You are the first beasts that have survived from the primeval period, and you have witnessed all that the Black Serpent has to offer.

That Sanfeng is not in Wudang, he must be going to deal with a greater disaster. The Spirit King deceived the door, with this old and indifferent temperament, even if Wudang lost face and became a laughing stock, and the Central Plains Wulin bowed his head to the courtiers, he would not care.

Forbearance, forbearance, he never wants to be famous, let alone fight with mortals again.

It's a forbearance, I don't want you to get your wish. I didn't want to care about the affairs of the Spirit King, but Shanhaimen was provoked by ignorant people, how could I easily say defeat?

I will send this person for you, I will establish a lofty and resounding name for you, I want you to never get rid of the mundane and ordinary things, I want you to make your name go down through the ages and be praised by the world in the clouds.

......

Song Yuanqiao, Yang Wentian and others searched all over Wudang Mountain, but did not see Zhang Sanfeng's shadow, within these two days, all the sects, the heroes in the mountains and seas came one after another, and finally thousands of people, all over the mountains and fields, dense.

Among them, there are many masters who have been defeated under Zhang Sanfeng's hands, some claim to be mountain gods, some call themselves sea monsters, or there are Western Venerables, and there are Eastern Qisu, but at this time, they all hope that Zhang Sanfeng will win.

At noon on the day of the competition, the Shaolin abbot led more than a dozen monks and also arrived on Wudang Mountain. Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou and the others didn't see Zhang Sanfeng returning, they were as anxious as ants on a hot pot, but they had to come forward to greet them.

The long-term monk didn't see Zhang Sanfeng, and said strangely: "Where are Song Shaoxia and Zhang Zhenren now?"

Song Yuanqiao forced himself to calm down and said, "Mentor him.... He..... is recuperating in the back mountain, dealing with the Spirit King, you can't be negligent. ”

It was difficult to observe the words and looks, guessing that Zhang Sanfeng was unwell, and his heart was half cold, and said: "When the matter comes, it is related to the survival of fellow martial artists, Zhang Zhenren can't go wrong!"

Song Yuanqiao wiped his sweat and said: "This is nature, nature. ”

Coming to the back room and discussing with everyone, Ji Ya came up with an idea: "Since Zhang Zhenren is not here, why not make another agreement with the Spirit King and ask him to wait a few more days? ”

Song Yuanqiao nodded and said, "I'm afraid that's the only way." ”

At this moment, a Taoist boy hurriedly shouted: "Uncle Shi, the Spirit King is here!"

Everyone hurried to the door, only to see that the Spirit King was wearing a purple robe, with a calm bearing, climbing the stairs, followed by hundreds of people, the pomp was still huge, but it was much more restrained than when he went to Shaolin, which shows how much he values this battle. The heroes on the mountain knew that this person was ambitious, and since he had arrived, everyone present could no longer stay out of the matter, and they were all panicked.

When the Spirit King saw Song Yuanqiao, he nodded slightly, and suddenly his eyes were like torches, sweeping towards Wan Liyao, Han Fei, Qiu Yang, Tabby, Lu Ruxia and others, showing a cruel smile, and said: "It turns out that you and the other rebels are here, great, really good." ”

Tabby said loudly: "Shao Weiling, you are already guilty of heinous crimes, and now you want to be the enemy of the world's heroes, and we can't sit by." ”

The Spirit King brutalized the Yajiang faction back then, and since then he has been trying to devour the aura in the body of Tabby and Lu Ruxia, otherwise his heart is empty, and he is quite uncomfortable.

But he was in a detached state of mind at this time, and after a moment, he calmed down as before, and said to Song Yuanqiao: "This seat came according to the appointment, I don't know where Zhang Zhenren is?"

Song Yuanqiao faced this person, as if he was facing a giant monster that penetrated the sky and the earth, and he knew that he was at a loss, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, and said, "Teacher... Teacher.... I'm not feeling well, and it's really inconvenient today... Fighting with the national teacher, please also ask the national teacher to be accommodating, for the time being... Grace period of a few days. ”

The group of heroes understood when they heard this, and they made a noise, thinking: "We have traveled thousands of miles and braved the flood to come to help you in Wudang, this old way actually has thirty-six plans, and it is the best policy?

The Spirit King smiled lightly and said, "Little Daoist, you don't want to entertain this seat. As soon as I heard what Zhang Zhenren said that day, I immediately spared Shaolin and agreed to today's battle. Zhang Zhenren invited me to go up the mountain, which attracted the attention of the world, but now he has no faith in his words, is the Wudang faction really so boring? It is a little thief on the rivers and lakes, I am afraid that I will not make such a joke. ”

Song Yuanqiao was depressed and wanted to die, knowing that if he shirked again, Wudang's reputation in the rivers and lakes would plummet from then on, and he would never be able to raise his head again. But this matter is his own cleverness, how can he affect the whole door?

He said loudly: "National teacher, the fault of this matter lies with Song, who failed to convey the news in time. The national teacher blamed him, and he deserved it, and asked the national teacher to kill Song with one palm to vent the hatred in his heart. ”

Yang Wentian, Red Fly, and Wudang disciples said in unison: "No!"

The red fly grabbed out of the crowd and said: "Shao Weiling, you and I fought back then, but we didn't tell the winner, today the heroes are gathered, and I will ask you for advice on fists and feet!"

The spirit king looked contemptuous, walked to the side of the mountain, and suddenly slapped a palm, and in an instant the mountains shook violently, and the wind howled, only to see a black palm piercing through the floating clouds and falling straight to the earth, and a large hole with a radius of twenty zhang was broken between the clouds, which could not be healed for a long time.

Together with the red flies, seeing this magical power, they were instantly shocked and speechless. Red Fly sighed miserably: "It turns out that he.... His realm is completely different, how can this be?"

Lingwang Senran said: "Listen, Zhang Laodao will not come today, everyone present, if you don't kowtow to me and beg for mercy and swear allegiance, none of you will want to go down the mountain alive." ”

Everyone was terrified, and thought: "That old Dao saw the power of this palm, and he never dared to come." Over the years, he has retreated from the mountain, fabricated lies, and boasted of his martial arts, but in fact he was a deceitful thief. ”

Some people thought so, and some people immediately scolded Zhang Sanfeng. Song Yuanqiao and the others felt harsh, and their hearts were like knives, but how could they refute it now?

Suddenly, in the Wudang Zhenwu Hall, the door of the hall slowly opened, and the hearts of the group of ambitions moved, every pair of eyes looked there, and every pair of ears stood up.

It was pitch black in the hall gate, but a figure could be seen slowly walking out.

The crane hair is childish, the clothes are sloppy, the eyes are extremely bright, warm as jade, the spirit is flying, every step is quite calm, but not brisk.

The group opened their mouths wide, and they couldn't even shout half a word for a while, and in the blink of an eye, the old Tao had passed through the crowd and stood in front of the Spirit King.

Wudang everyone immediately knelt down and shouted excitedly: "Master, Master, how are you doing?" Some of the young disciples lost control of their emotions, and they actually burst into tears and wept incessantly.

The Spirit King thought to himself: "It turns out that this is Zhang Sanfeng. He smiled and said, "Zhang Sanfeng, your disciple said that you are not well, but you are in good spirits right now." As he spoke, he pointed to the cloud ring that had been broken by his palm and had not yet solidified, intending to frighten the person.

Unexpectedly, the "Zhang Sanfeng" sleeve robe was rolled, and suddenly, the stratus clouds rotated, like a whirlpool, everyone opened their throats, desperately exclaimed, and after a while, the cloud ring had been filled, and the clouds and mist under the mountain were as before.

The Spirit King's face changed color, and his body retreated slightly by half an inch.

He always felt that he had been crowned in the mortal world, and that he was no longer invincible.

He never thought that this old Taoist really had such a skill to raise his hands and turn the clouds.

He vaguely thought that he didn't know the details of this old way, and he came too recklessly.

Zhang Sanfeng didn't say much, pointed to a barren mountain nearby, and said: "This place is not empty enough, let's go over there and do it." ”

Before the words fell, he moved slightly, and the people had leaped far away, to the top of the mountain, and in this way, he showed his kung fu, and even caused the heroes to shout like thunder.

This shout was not a cheer, but in the face of this transcendent thing, they could not think of praise, but only awe.

Instinctive awe that goes deep into the marrow.

The Spirit King laughed loudly, cheered himself up, and surged up with pride and ambition, chased after him, and in a blink of an eye he also reached the peak of the mountain, and the two were far away from each other, and they did not make a move for a while.

Song Yuanqiao and the others had never seen their mentor perform such a miraculous skill, and they were thrilled and proud. It was just that in the excitement, a few clever people thought, "Why is the teacher's voice different from usual? Could it be that he is really sick?"