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Xiong Wei couldn't help but walk towards the stone bed, he gently touched the stone bed, and the stone on the bed felt as smooth as jade, and the tentacles were warm.

The sides of the stone bed are carved with fragmentary patterns that look like pieces of dragon scales.

He had a heavy feeling in his heart, and he touched the dragon's head and dragon's whiskers, and touched the whole dragon's head little by little.

Cold-blooded listened to Xiong Wei walking in the direction of the stone bed, and his eyes narrowed to look at Xiong Wei, who was standing next to him, touching the edge of the bed. The corners of his cold-blooded mouth turned up slightly, and he said in his heart: "This is really a child, what's so fun about this." ”

He thought about it and continued to close his eyes, and thought, "I'll wait patiently to see what trick he has to play." ”

Xiong Wei touched and touched, and suddenly there was an inexplicable feeling, he slowly lay on the bed, and a warm air suddenly came out of the stone bed, rushing towards Xiong Wei's various acupoints.

Sweat began to break out on Xiong Wei's forehead, his body began to twitch slowly, and the blood in his blood vessels was like a rushing river, running fast in Xiong Wei's body.

Xiong Wei kept panting, feeling as if his body was being reborn.

The heat was flowing so fast that Xiong Wei felt that he couldn't breathe, and thought to himself, "What's going on? I seem to have some uncontrollable heat in my body." ”

The entire stone bed, steaming like a cloud, slowly rushed his body upward, and his body fluttered lightly.

Xiong Wei closed his eyes, dizzy, I don't know how long it took, Xiong Wei opened his eyes, and the clothes on his body were all wet, dripping sweat.

He looked back at the cold-blooded, cold-blooded was still lying on the ground, and Xiong Wei thought to himself, "I'll help him first." ”

Xiong Wei thought, swished, and jumped out of bednAd1(

He was stunned for a moment, his movements were much lighter, and he walked over, and every step he took seemed to be trotting or jumping.

He easily picked up the cold-blooded and put him on the dragon bed, where he lay cold-blooded on the bed.

Cold-blooded felt a burst of joy in his heart, thinking: "It seems that this kid is still good to me, I'll lie down for a while." ”

Xiong Wei exhaled, feeling an empty space in his body, and he turned around, just in time to see a statue of a true martial god.

He walked over to look at the statue and continued to think: "There are really a lot of real martial gods in Wudang Mountain. Last time, the idol was very majestic, and this idol looked a lot kinder. ”

The True Martial God Statue stood sideways, his right hand raised, there was a cloud of mist under his feet, and his clothes were blown by the wind.

Xiong Wei knelt in front of the idol and bowed three times reverently. After he finished kowtowing, he found that the stone pier below read: True Martial Flying Immortal.

Xiong Wei frowned slightly, I heard the master say that Wudang Mountain, according to legend, is the place where the Emperor Zhenwu cultivated immortals. This Nanyan seems to be the place where the True Martial God Jun Feixian is located.

These four words popped up in Xiong Wei's mind again, and he suddenly remembered the story about the True Martial God Monarch becoming an immortal.

Zhenwu Shenjun was originally a crown prince, he was born intelligent, he read a lot of books, read a lot of books, and read a good martial arts, people praised him, admired him, said that he must be a good king in the future.

But he refused to inherit the throne, and sought teachers everywhere to learn the Tao, bent on becoming an immortal and ascending to heaven.

The king and queen tried every means to dissuade them, but he did not listen, and insisted on following the path he had chosen.

One day, when he came to the Imperial Garden, a purple-clothed Taoist suddenly walked out of the flowers, and said to Zhenwu: "If you want to become an immortal, you must cut off the wine-colored wealth, avoid the red dust world, and go east across the sea, where there is a Wudang Mountain, which is a good place for you to cultivatenAd2("

With that, it's gone. It turned out that the Dao person was the incarnation of the Yuqing Holy Ancestor Zi Yuanjun.

At that time, Zhenwu was only fifteen years old. He left his pampered parents, gave up the lucrative royal life, and crossed the sea by boat alone to Wudang Mountain.

Queen Shansheng was reluctant to let her son leave, the prince walked in front, she chased behind, did not avoid, did not day and night, chased and chased, until she chased to the slope of Wudang Mountain, seeing that the prince was on the opposite side, she shouted loudly: "Son, turn around!" shouted eighteen times, but went down eighteen steps.

The prince answered eighteen times in a row on the opposite side, but he took eighteen steps in a row to prevent his mother from catching up with him.

Queen Shansheng shouted that she couldn't turn her son, she was anxious, she ran fast, chased closer and closer, grabbed the corner of his clothes in the end, and held on to death, so she had to go back to the palace.

The prince loves his mother and doesn't want her to cry sadly, but he feels that cultivation is important and refuses to change his mind easily.

So, he drew his sword, turned his head, and slashed it at the corner of his mother's garment.

The queen fell into the air, let go of her hand, and the corner of her clothes flew into the air, fluttering in the wind, and finally fell into the upper reaches of the Han River, becoming "Dapao Mountain" and "Xiaopao Mountain".

As the saying goes: mother and child are connected. Seeing that her son was about to be lost, the queen still did not give up and continued to chase after her. She ran faster and faster, bent on pounce and pull her son back.

At this time, the prince raised his sword and slashed at the mountain behind him, only to hear a "boom" earth-shattering sound, and the mountain was immediately divided into two halves, and a river appeared in the middle, separating the mother and son on both banks.

Seeing that she could no longer catch up with her son, the queen couldn't stop crying, tears rained down, and she actually washed a big hole in the ground. Later, people built a "tear pool" here.

Zhenwu finally climbed Wudang Mountain, practiced hard for several years, recited the Taoist scriptures to a ripe ripeness, and memorized them like a stream, but he still failed to become an immortal, it was difficult!

He was frustrated, and thought to himself: "Cultivating in the deep mountains is far better than enjoying glory and wealth, so let's go back to the palace and be the crown princenAd3 (So I went down the mountain and walked back. ”

He turned back as he walked, only to see the gloomy weather along the way, and the crows in his ears kept crying "wow".

He felt troubled in a mess, and wanted to find someone to talk about and discuss.

If you want to give up, he has worked hard to cultivate for so many years, and he is really unwilling, if he doesn't give up, the future is bleak, when will he be a head.

However, this is a barren mountain and a wild pass, and there are never any people, so who can you talk to?

At this time, an old lady suddenly appeared not far in front of her, she lowered her head, held an iron pestle in both hands, and was grinding on the stone by the well, unhurriedly.

The prince felt strange, and came forward and asked, "What are you doing grinding this big iron pestle?" The old lady did not raise her head, but sharpened the iron pestle, and replied to him, "I want to grind it into an embroidery needle!"

The prince thought it was amusement and said, "You are so stupid that I am afraid that you will not be able to sharpen the needle even if you fall into the ground." Old lady, I don't think you should waste such unjust effort!"

The old lady was neither angry nor discouraged, but still unhurriedly sharpened the iron pestle and said, "If you grind it, it will be a little smaller, and as long as you work hard, you will be able to grind it into an embroidery needle." ”

Zhenwu's heart suddenly lit up, and he thought: "Isn't cultivating immortals and seeking the Tao the same as the principle of grinding needles with an iron pestle?" When she wanted to thank the old lady for her advice, the old lady had already risen to the clouds, and she said: "A smart person is too many sentences, and a foolish person is too few words." Haha laughed, and it was gone.

It turned out that the old lady was Zi Yuanjun who came to ignite the real martial arts, and the two iron pestles left by Zi Yuanjun are still at the door of the "Grinding Needle Well" hall.

Zhenwu Province came to his senses, returned to the mountains, and lived in Nanyan to cultivate seriously.

From morning till night, he sat quietly and let the birds make nests, lay eggs, and hatch on his head, and remained motionless. The thorns around him grew from a small age, through his feet, and along the veins, from his chest, and blossomed and bore fruit, and he was still concentrating on cultivating.

He didn't eat grains all year round, and his stomach and intestines were making a fuss in his stomach, so he grabbed the intestines and stomach and threw them away. In this way, he cultivated for forty-two years.

On that day, on the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, the sky was full of auspicious clouds, the sky was scattered with smallpox, the forest was full of fairy music, and the valley was fragrant. Zhenwu only felt that his heart was very bright, his eyes were very bright, his chest was like a crystal, spotless, and his body was like a flowing cloud, which could fly at any time.

He knew that this was about to ascend to immortality, and he was ready to fly into the air. At this time, a peerless beauty suddenly came to the front. She held a gold plate and a jade cup in her hand, and asked Zhenwu to use tea in a squeamish voice. Zhenwu was not moved by the woman in the slightest, but thought she was frivolous and annoying. He pulled out his sword with a "whoosh" and shouted: "If you are a woman from a good family, you should be dignified and self-loving." If you dare to act rashly, you will not be spared!"

The woman was scared and ashamed, her face flushed, and she was so ashamed of herself. She jumped and fell off the cliff.

Zhenwu regretted it, feeling that he should not have forced people to die, and thought that only by paying her life could he be worthy of the merit of forty-two years of practice. So, he jumped down the cliff with her. But he was held by five dragons, and saw that the woman was also standing on the clouds.

It turned out that she was still Ziyuanjun and was the last to try his heart. "Apprentice, you have become an immortal after all!" Zi Yuanjun said very happily. As he spoke, he led Zhenwu to ascend to the Heavenly Palace.

Later, people called this place "Flying Cliff".

Zhenwu was praised by the five dragons, came to the Jade Emperor's imperial case, was named the emperor, and ordered him to sit in Wudang and guard the north.

Xiong Wei looked at the statue of the god, and had a slight feeling in his heart, the True Martial God Monarch gave up the position of the crown prince and became an immortal. It's admirable to be so persistent.

Sleeping on the bed in cold blood, he happened to see the statue of the True Martial God, and a hint of ridicule flashed at the corner of his mouth, I don't want the position of the prince, what's the good thing about becoming an immortal. If I hadn't had a good omen, I wouldn't have bothered to sleep in this bed.

Xiong Wei thought about it and looked at the cold-blooded, cold-blooded has always wanted to be the prince, and now the Mingshenzong has already died, even if he is the prince, the Mingguangzong has already died.

Back then, Zhu Yuanzhang passed the throne to his grandson Zhu Yunwen, and Zhu Di was not convinced and staged an endgame of uncle and nephew vying for the throne, if he didn't give up in cold blood, the same thing would happen again.

Xiong Wei walked up to Cold-Blooded and pointed his sword at Cold-Blooded.

Cold-blooded and silent, he said coldly: "Xiong Wei, what are you going to do?"

Xiong Wei was uneasy in his heart: "Cold-blooded, do you know the story of the True Martial God Monarch?"

"Xiong Wei, I know what you're going to say. But I'm telling you very clearly, I won't give up the throne like the True Martial God Monarch and come here to cultivate immortals. ”

Cold-blooded feet turned, jumped up, stood on the stone bed, and looked at Xiong Wei seriously: "Let me ask you one last thing, are you willing to follow me *** world." ”

"I know I can't persuade you, so let's fight to the death!" Xiong replied firmly, without hesitation.