The little Taoist priest was not too embarrassed, and after patting him on the head twice, Li Changan rode towards this Wudang Immortal Mountain. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Seeing Li Changan like this, Xiang Yongwang had some other ideas, and turned his eyes, this guy didn't seem to have any strength, maybe he could really rob something?

But before this thought could be implemented, he heard the guy who turned around and said Yin Luo, and the guy who was about the same age as himself next to him slapped the sword box, and six sharp swords flew up into the sky, looking at the six sharp swords hanging in the air, Xiang Yongwang swallowed his saliva, climbed on the little donkey safely, and rode the donkey upside down from the bamboo basket behind him and took out a book of Taoist classics and read it with relish, but there was a helpless sigh in his heart.

"Still not miscalculated. ”

The walk of three people turned into four people, looking at this interesting little Taoist priest, Li Changan opened his mouth and asked, "What? You are still from this Wudang Mountain?"

didn't even glance at this man who let himself calculate the great murderer, but Xiang Yongwang didn't have a cold mouth.

"Why are you not wearing Wudang's robe. ”

"Maybe it's a lie. ”

I threw an ancient book over, and took it casually, hey! I still saw Xuantianlu just now, and stuffed it directly into my arms, just enough to add some collection to the study.

The corner of his eyes twitched, and when he saw the guy in front of him directly put away his book, Xiang Yongwang couldn't help but want to throw out the dust in his hand, but after glancing at the guy who used the sword just now, he finally sighed, the strength of the second grade, it can't be beaten......

"Hey, little Taoist, what's your name? ”

"Like eternal hope!"

"Your master is Zhen Mingxuan!?"

Hearing the master's name, Xiang Yongwang couldn't help but take his eyes off the book in his hand, and when he saw the surprise on the face of the handsome man, Xiang Yongwang suddenly felt that he had a chance to get the ancient book back.

"How about it, you know it's amazing, why don't you hurry up and return Xuantianlu to me, or I'll tell my master that you rob me of something!" looked proud, threw the books in his hand into the bamboo basket behind his back, and looked at Li Changan with a provocative face.

But Li Changan ignored it, he just didn't expect that this little Taoist priest was still the youngest ancestor of Wudang Mountain, according to legend, Wudang Four Immortal Master Xuan Xian Zhen Mingxuan accepted a three-year-old child as a disciple, became the youngest ancestor of Wudang, and called it the Three Thousand Avenue can be picked up on one shoulder, after the age of three on the mountain, he has never gone down the mountain, a little Wang Chongyang has not gone down the mountain for a hundred years, and the world is open down the mountain.

But even if he is a disciple of Zhen Mingxuan, what can he do, he is still a disciple of Wang Chongyang! Wudang Four Immortals, Martial Immortal Wang Chongyang, Danxian Fu Yongzhen, Sword Immortal Hong Yuanbai, Xuan Immortal Zhen Mingxuan, Wang Chongyang is in the first place, and he is a little higher than this Wudang ancestor in terms of seniority.

"It seems that you are the little master of Wudang, but I forgot to tell you that my master is also an old Taoist priest, named Wang Chongyang. ”

With a look of disbelief, he looked at Li Changan with disgust, and Xiang Yongwang felt that the boasting ability of this guy in front of him was really not small.

"Who are you, you know who my master is and dare to blow it in front of me, can you see if you can talk about it. ”

I don't care about the ridicule of Xiang Yongwang, the Taoist temple of Wudang Mountain is not far away, how many disciples have to call Uncle Shi when they see Xiang Yongwang along the way, and those who are younger have to call Uncle Sheng, just look at it like this, this little Taoist priest who rides on a donkey and carries a classic, does have a dusty demeanor, and the sense of ethereal immortals is getting stronger and stronger.

Li Changan walked calmly, but Xiang Yongwang was full of doubts, and from time to time he looked at the guy in front of him who claimed to be the disciple of the sect, although he felt unbelieving in his heart, but he always felt that this person might really be the apprentice of the sect.

Especially this feeling became more and more intense as he got closer to the Heavenly Pillar Peak Immortal Palace, and Xiang Yongwang, who had never missed his feelings, finally couldn't help but ask: "Are you really the apprentice of the uncle?"

"The surname is Li, the name is Chang'an, and the name of Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty. Didn't answer this little Taoist priest directly, Li Changan sat on the horse, looking at the Immortal Hunting Hall in the distance, his eyes narrowed slightly, along the way he didn't think about how to go in the future, but after thinking about it, there was no clue, speaking of immortals In addition to Li Chunfeng, who is considered half a land immortal, Li Changan has also seen the only immortal Wang Chongyang, an old Taoist.

The road to cultivating immortals is long, but the real immortals, in addition to the primordial era before the ancient times, where are the real immortals now, but no matter what, the road still has to go, isn't there a real immortal among the hundred officials of his Tang Dynasty!

Li Changan was thinking, but Xiang Yongwang on the side had a bitter face, Li Changan, this Tang Dynasty's Shenwu King is estimated that no one does not know, if it is really him, then doesn't it mean that this guy in front of him is really the apprentice of the uncle, that is, his own senior brother?

The sixth child was still drinking, Yin Luo followed Li Chang'an, like Yongwang riding a donkey with a bitter face, and there were four people in front of the Tianzhu Peak Immortal Palace, with four looks.

got off the donkey, Xiang Yongwang looked sincere to Li Changan's work, the two had no hatred or hatred, and they could even be regarded as not fighting and not knowing each other, and they would not look at each other with a cold face, since it was the senior brother Xiang Yongwang felt that he should be more respectful.

Seeing Xiang Yongwang's appearance, Li Changan also smiled and returned the salute, but said: "Senior brother, you can borrow this Xuantian record for the time being." ”

"Even if it's my junior brother, I gave it to my senior brother. Looking at Li Changan's shameless appearance, Xiang Yongwang twitched the corner of his eyes and turned to leave, how could he have a good impression of this guy?

Looking at the departing figure of Xiang Yongwang, Li Changan once again turned around to look at the Immortal Seeking Hall in front of him, took a deep breath and walked in, at this moment, there was an additional noble figure in the long immortal road.

Walking to his own Taoist temple, like Yongwang holding a donkey, countless Taoist priests of all sizes will respectfully call out to the uncle or uncle, like Yongwang all answer one by one, sometimes see one or two disciples who do not understand the Taoist classics can also enlighten two sentences.

It's already at this time, where can Xiang Yongwang not understand that today's things were specially arranged by his master, but for his master's thoughts, Xiang Yongwang has never been able to guess it, and he always mutters two sentences that the heavenly machine cannot be revealed, but he doesn't see how much heavenly opportunity he knows.

Passing by Lu Zu's Taoist temple, I happened to see a white-clothed Taoist priest practicing swords, no sword in his hand just holding a thin bamboo pole, but the sword intent on his body was extremely cold, waving his hand was sword qi, and the sword marks on the sword tablet in front of him were dense and terrifying.

Xiang Yongwang, the man in white, seemed to be extremely familiar, standing on the mountain peak and constantly shouting Senior Brother Bai, the man just stopped and smiled at Xiang Yongwang, and then practiced his sword again.

Holding a dead branch from nowhere, he drew a branch on the ground, like looking at the man in white who practiced swords every day, and remembered that the man in white practiced swords every day for as long as he could remember, and more than ten years had passed, and he had never fallen behind.

"Alas, Senior Brother Bai is still diligent, no wonder his martial arts are so powerful. ”

The man in white practices swords every day, and Xiang Yongwang has a hexagram every day, all to see when he can go down the mountain, but those who practice swords still practice swords, and the hexagram of the great murderer like Yongwang has never changed, throwing away the withered branch and leading his donkey again, like Yongwang glanced at the temple of seeking immortals in the distance.

"Sure enough, I still can't go down the mountain......"

And on a cliff in Tianzhu Peak, an old man similar to Xiang Yongwang's Taoist robe looked at Li Chang'an who walked into the Immortal Palace, and also looked at Xiang Yongwang who was leading the donkey away, with a blank note in his hand, which was a table word that Li Yuanba asked him to give Li Chang'an, and the old Taoist priest who had counted for half a year wrote those two words on a white note, and finally sighed.

"The life of the human emperor, the breath of the dragon emperor. Eternal hope, eternal hope, the master of the white elephant dispute can only help you get here!"