In late spring, the thousands of peaks of Zhongnan Mountain are stacked and green, and the scenery is beautiful.

On the peak of the side of the Huangji Palace, an old man in a black and white robe stood happily, fluttering like a fairy.

This old Taoist jade face and black beard, upright and kind, clear in his eyes, dusty in his hands, and leisurely temperament, is none other than Wang Changyue, a barrister of the Quanzhen Sect, who controls hundreds of thousands of ordinary Taoist priests of the Quanzhen Sect, and is really the second person in the Quanzhen Sect after the sect leader, even if Feng Buping, the elder of the Gonggong, is also in the second.

At this moment, he was staring down at the mountain stream at the end of his sight, only to see people and horses passing quietly on the winding path, and the line stretched without ending in sight.

It's a pity that the distance is too far, and countless people and horses are already as small as ants in his eyes, and he can't see the slightest original iron-blooded killing.

But Wang Changyue did not dare to underestimate this close army, because he knew that this was the 20,000 cavalry that Yue Buqun ordered to spend a lot of money and great effort to recruit and train in Gansu Mongolia.

During this period, half of the Han and half of the Mongols were divided into more than a dozen horse thief groups or herdsman tribes on weekdays, and they were trained in hiding.

Now that the Quanzhen Sect was about to start an incident, it sneaked into Guanzhong from Gansu along the Qinling Mountains in batches, and with the help of the cover of the Quanzhen Sect's forces, they drove into Zhongnan Mountain and took a deserted path to Xi'an.

Once the Quanzhen Sect raises its banner and raises its troops, these 20,000 horses can take Xi'an City like lightning, and at that time, with the advantage of cavalry, it will be enough to be invincible in the eight hundred miles of Qinchuan in Guanzhong......

Wang Changyue did not refuse or oppose Yue Buqun's leading the Quanzhen Sect to fight for power, but he cooperated with Yue Buqun to the letter for any order.

After decades of missionary work, he was well aware of the fact that the Quanzhen Church had grown to the colossal situation it is today. After that, there are only two paths. One is to take the initiative to take the initiative. After the state stabilized, the Quanzhen Church gradually split into two parts, one part became a pure official and made the Quanzhen the state religion orthodox, and the other part no longer participated in politics and became a pure missionary. That is, the separation of politics and religion, otherwise the mixture of politics and religion will only fool the people's wisdom and cause society to regress, and neither politics nor religion can last long;

The second is to be content with the status quo, continue to preach honestly, and still mix the rivers and lakes, but because of the excessive power, it will only passively usher in the weakening and suppression of the next regime, or retreat again and again to barely survive, or split into several branches. Just want to inherit it endlessly, and survive for a long time.

The two are contrasted. Of course, Wang Changyue was more inclined to the first option, which was why he did not object to Yue Buqun's rebellion.

The sun and the moon alternate, time is like an arrow, and it has been April 14 in the blink of an eye.

Yuntai Peak, the north peak of Huashan, the wall of the mountain stands upright on the back stone, and only two people are allowed to go up and down during it. The iron chains on both sides hang vertically, like a knife cutting and sawing. The slope is extremely steep. There are more than 370 steps from top to bottom, all of which are not wide enough. When you look up, a line of heaven opens, like a frog jumping, and like a flying flying flying on the wall.

This scene is called 'thousand-foot building', which is the first danger of Huashan.

But now, there are hundreds of craftsmen holding iron drills, hammers, and iron cables, hanging on the mountain walls, tinkling and chiseling.

On the polished stone wall, which has long been polished, countless small figures with different movements are painted with black charcoal, and craftsmen are carving deep yin lines according to the traces of coarse black charcoal.

According to the hardness of the stone here, the yin lines can not be destroyed for hundreds of years.

Over 1,000 feet of building to the north, that is, to the second danger of Huashan 'Baizhang Gorge', also called 'Baizhang Cliff', the two walls of the gorge are also hung with rows of stonemasons, are working hard, but the portrayal is not a sword-wielding villain, but dense inch Xu block script text.

Chaoyang Peak's sword qi rushed to the sky.

Yue Buqun, Feng Buping, and Cheng Buxian surrounded the huge sand table three zhang square, and Yu Ming was planting various small flags on the sand table, and explained: "In recent years, there have been frequent wars in the four frontiers, and the Ming court has transferred two batches of a total of 30,000 strong troops from Guanzhong, and almost all the soldiers who can fight have been looted.

The rest are all garrisons of the guards, which have been rotten for more than a hundred years, and now the guards have neither weapons nor armor, nor formal training, and they can't even be satisfied with food and clothing, and they can't be pulled out to fight at all.

The 2,000 registered disciples and 30,000 anonymous disciples of my sect, plus the 20,000 cavalry transferred from Gansu, are enough to control the three major places of Tongguan Town, Xi'an City, and Hanzhong City at the first time when the army is raised, and the Qingcheng faction will also control Bazhong City in Sichuan and maintain the smooth flow of Guanzhong and Bashu......"

Yue Buqun said: "As long as there is a buffer of half a month, according to our many years of weapons, grain and grass, and horse reserves, it is enough to equip 100,000 soldiers and horses, and firmly occupy the two foundations of Guanzhong and Bashu......

As he spoke, Yue Buqun's fingers swept along the sand table along Tongguan, Luoyang, Zhengzhou, Jining, Jinan, Qingdao and other places, and muttered: "At that time, if we can get the help of the Luoyang Wangjia, Songshan faction, Shaolin faction, and Taishan faction, our army can quickly occupy Henan and Shandong, obtain Qingdao, Weihai and other ports, and be able to connect with tens of thousands of naval divisions at sea, obtain the support of weapons, grain and grass from the Taiwan side, and even cut off the north-south communication of the Ming court, and destroy its lifeline of money and grain......

Half an hour later, the matter of raising troops was roughly discussed, and Yue Buqun asked, "Have the murals of Yuntai Peak's 'Thousand Feet Building' and 'Baizhang Cliff' been completed?"

Feng Buping replied: "It can be completed around noon today, and it can be verified twice in the afternoon!"

Yue Buqun snorted and said, "As long as you don't delay tomorrow's Sword Conference!"

Feng Buping stroked his beard and said, "Sect Leader rest assured......

In the morning, I received a report from Huayin City, in addition to our Wuyue, more than eighty percent of the sword training sects or sword masters in the whole rivers and lakes have gathered in various post houses inside and outside the city, and sixty percent of the other sects have also come to join in the fun!"

Yue Buqun raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "It seems that all parties are quite interested in sword interception techniques!"

Listening to his tone, everyone knew that he had a plan for tomorrow, and when they thought of the hard work of preparing for many years, and finally this day came, everyone was both excited and nervous, and it was complicated for a while.

Out of the sword qi rushing to the Xiao Hall, Yue Buqun ordered someone to take a specially customized brand new green thick Taoist uniform, and personally sent it to the Qingxu Cave on the side of the peak.

Since Feng Qingyang moved to Chaoyang Peak to settle down, he still felt new at the beginning, and he was honored and served by many junior disciples, but within two days, he was disgusted with the more than 100 people who collectively bowed and greeted him every morning.

As Yue Buqun expected, he asked to cancel the greetings, and also asked for the Qingxu Cave with a long history and pleasant scenery on the side of the peak to live alone, except for the boy's food every day, no one disturbed him, and he enjoyed peace and quiet.

When Yue Buqun came to Qingxu Cave, Feng Qingyang was drinking tea in a purple sand teapot while casually cleaning up a superb bonsai that had just been moved from Yue Buqun's back garden.

As soon as he saw this scene, Yue Buqun had a toothache, Feng Qingyang was purely a double white with a taste for life and art appreciation, and he had to spoil his good things for the Great Sect Master Yue.

Bonsai and the like, Yue Buqun is generally interested, but he doesn't care, but there are not many of the best West Lake Longjing, but the wind is clear and makes a pot of tea, and most of the pot is tea, and the small half pot is the mountain spring that is boiled with internal force, and I don't know whether it is water to make tea, or tea to make water?

Just soak the light and fragrant best Longjing out of the thick bitter taste of inferior Tieguanyin!

What's even more infuriating is that this old man doesn't know how to taste tea at all, drinking tea is no different from drinking water from a cow, and he has to recognize non-excellent tea and not drink it, because he has deep internal strength, it is convenient to boil water, and he makes at least ten pots a day.

Really keep your hands on the pot, and the tea on your mouth, but you can spoil good things!

Yue Buqun ignored Feng Qingyang's ignorant expression, approached with his clothes in his hand, and said respectfully: "Uncle Feng, this is the clothes you want to wear tomorrow, and please follow me to Yuntai Peak early tomorrow morning......

Feng Qingyang knew that he couldn't avoid it, so he had to hum lazily, and shook it with his hand, not to mention the excellent workmanship, but although this robe was simple and cyan, the style was quite atmospheric, and the seven points of elegance implied three points of solemnity, even if he had not worn it, it could also be seen that he complemented his clear and Zhuoyi figure, and inadvertently added three points of the unique style of the predecessors, and the ingenuity was unique. (To be continued.) )

PS: Go out today, the update is uncertain, and I will compensate for a chapter first...... Of course, there should be a chapter in time for the evening!