Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 368 Luck, gather the general trend!

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Half a day, for those who practice martial arts, is just a snap of the fingers.

But this day, for most Wudang people, the day seems extremely long, the sun sets, and the setting sun is like blood, being swallowed up by the earth bit by bit.

Darkness began to cover the world, the stars appeared in the sky, and a bright moon rose.

In front of the Qingyang Hall, Su Qinian, who stood with his hands behind his back, finally opened his eyes after standing still for a long time.

Fatty Qingye, Jinggu, Li Qinghe, Bu Nian, etc. all stood in front of them. The veteran soldier grabbed a jar of old wine and threw it over in the air. Su Qinian grabbed it in his hand, looked at everyone, and then slapped Kaifengni with his palm.

At the same time, except for the little girl, everyone grabbed the wine jars that had been prepared in front of them and slapped the seal away.

"This first sip of wine is a homage to the sages and patriarchs of my Qingyang Peak lineage!"

Su Qinian dumped the wine jar, a stream of wine spilled in front of the Qingyang Hall, dipped into the green bricks and mud.

"Sacrifice to the sages and ancestors of the past generations!"

Everyone drank together, the wine jug in their hands was dumped, and the wine spilled down one after another, and the fragrance was overflowing.

This time, Fatty Qingye didn't show any regret on his face, nor did he have the usual detachment and uninhibitedness. His eyes were solemn and his expression was solemn.

"Second sip of wine! Pay homage to the soldiers of our human race who died in the four seas and frontiers, the former sages of the martial arts!"

Su Qinian took another sip of wine, Qingye and the others were shocked, their eyes showed nostalgia, without these dead people, there would be no peace and tranquility of the great man today, even if there are monsters haunting from time to time, compared to the darkness before the founding of the great man Years have improved too much.

"Third sip of wine!"

Su Qinian looked around and shouted: "The gate of Qingyang Peak stands!"

With this shout, like a thunderbolt, it soared up, tearing apart the dark clouds above Qingyang Peak, and the sky was full of stars, the Milky Way was bright and the stars were shining brightly.

Even, the sound turned into tangible ripples, with Qingyang Peak as the center, sweeping across the entire Wudang Mountain.

The gate of Qingyang Peak stands!

This voice reverberated between heaven and earth, which shocked many outer court disciples. How deep the inner family's true qi can spread so far is how profound the cultivation base is.

However, some disciples and even deacons and priests changed their expressions slightly. This kind of method is not only as simple as the inner family's true energy is deep, but also contains the understanding of the original source. Move, transmit the sound to a long distance.

For example, the top Yuanshen figures, or even the outstanding figures in the first-class Hunyuan Realm, can transmit sound for thousands of miles, and thousands of mountains and rivers are as if they are in front of them.

However, these are not important. What is important is that from these few words, one can know that the determination of the person on Qingyang Peak has a kind of firmness that the world will collapse and remain unmoved.

In front of Qingyang Hall.

Qing Ye and the others were stunned. After the third sip of wine, the gate of Qingyang Peak stood up!

What kind of belief is this? There is no doubt at all, and it is directly determined that the gate of Qingyang Peak is established, and no one or anything can change it.

It was even more domineering and fierce. From Su Qinian at this moment, they finally felt a deep invincible belief.

"The gate of Qingyang Peak stands!"

As if infected by this invincible belief, Qing Ye and the others yelled, together with dozens of handyman Taoist priests, their voices converged into a torrent, which once again soared into the sky, dispelling the fine mist in the sky like a substance , making the sky above Qingyang Peak clearer, as pure as amber.

Um?what is this!

Suddenly, with a thought in Su Qinian's mind, in the ancestral orifice, the god opened his eyes, and saw a stream of purple air rising from Qingyang Peak. , into the endless sea of ​​stars.

In the dark, Su Qinian felt that he was more compatible with the ground under his feet. To be precise, he should be more compatible with the Qingyang Peak under his feet, creating a sense of intimacy, as if there was some inexplicable connection between them. Constantly, the reason is still chaotic.

"Could it be, the unfathomable luck in the dark?"

Su Qinian thought to himself, he had read all kinds of books, no matter it was Feng Shui or Dao, they all mentioned the theory of luck. Even a place, a world, or even a dynasty, a period of time will have an impact.

What is the use of luck has always been a mystery.

Some people have suggested that luck is also one of the origins of heaven and earth, but after all, no one has realized the way of luck. This is also regarded as a kind of fantasy, and finally annihilated in the long river of time.

Tianzhu Peak, Zixiao Palace.

Taoist Ning's eyes moved, seeing the purple aura of Qingyang Peak soaring into the sky in the distance, a strange color appeared in his eyes.

Jin Suofeng, in the Zijin Guanghua Building, you are floating in the sea of ​​stars, Jinguang Daoist opened his eyes and frowned, such a strong luck was beyond his imagination.

When you reach the realm of the top primordial spirit, you can see many things that are impossible for ordinary martial arts practitioners to see. The perception of heaven and earth is far beyond what people can imagine. Therefore, Jin Guang also knows a lot about luck. Second, the strong luck will affect the quality of luck in many cases. The stronger the luck, generally speaking, the luck will not be bad.

Suddenly, a sneer appeared on the corner of the Jinsuo Peak's master's mouth. Luck can change in many cases, and it is too much affected by external forces.

Bang!

There is a bell ringing, it is the bell of Wudang Tai Chi Bell.

The bell waves are long and long, like spring wind turning into rain, moistening things silently, spreading throughout the entire Wudang Mountains.

Rumble!

Then, among the Wudang peaks, there was the sound of an earthquake, and the yin and yang qi lingered. With a click, the earth cracked, and a simple and simple stone platform rose from the crack.

This stone platform can have a radius of one hundred feet. I don't know what kind of material it is made of. Black and white are intertwined, forming a yin and yang Taiji diagram.

There is a vicissitudes of life flowing through the years. This is Wudang Zhenwutai. It has existed since Wudang was founded, and even the specific date has not been recorded.

Zhenwutai is here!

Many people showed excitement, and in the entire Wudang Mountains, streamers of light galloped towards Zhenwutai.

Not to mention the disciples of the outer court, but also the disciples of the various peaks, as long as they are in the mountain, those who have not been closed to death, have all gone down the mountain, and there are many deacons and Taoists, and even the Taoist guardians of the various peaks. The big event, the test of Zhenwutai, is no small matter, and it is enough to leave a strong mark in the history of Wudang.

And soon, many disciples who entered the house were shocked. Some elders appeared in the forest, and they were also moved to go to have a look and witness.

However, it is obvious that the re-establishment of each peak and lineage is of great importance. It is reasonable for the elders who have been sitting in seclusion all year round to go down the mountain. To show up, even if it is the Wudang Grand Tournament every three years, there will usually not be more than five real peak masters at most.

Qingyang Palace, in front of Qingyang Palace.

The bright moon rises, the moonlight falls, Su Qinian holds his head up, half a pot of old wine is drunk, it seems to turn into a ball of fire, sweeping through the internal organs.

boom!

The wine jar shattered at his feet. At this moment, he only felt that his whole body became scorching hot, as if even the vitality and blood in his body showed signs of being ignited.

boom! boom! boom!

One after another, the wine jars were smashed to pieces. All eyes watched, Su Qinian walked towards the outside of Qingyang Palace.

Under the moonlight, he was dressed in a pure white Taoist robe lightly, with bright gold edges, especially the white hair on his temples, which shone brightly under the moonlight, turning into a kind of silvery white.

Qing Ye and the others followed and kept a certain distance. Everyone's eyes were burning and solemn, and even had a kind of solemnity.

An invisible general trend is developing. This is the invisible spirit of the people intertwining and concluding, forming a huge momentum. Even if you just look at it from a distance, there will be a tremor originating from the soul.

Su Qinian went down the mountain, walked down Qingyang Peak, and walked among the Wudang peaks.

The autumn moon was full, the night was cold, and a thin mist appeared in the air, but as Su Qinian passed, all the mist evaporated, as if it had never appeared.

He is like a furnace about to be lit, the invisible light and heat dissipate the coldness of the night, as long as he is close to the ground around him, he will feel warm, as if returning to the early summer days.

Little fairy, Su Qinian!

On the rocks, in the ancient forest, and in front of the clear stream, people kept seeing Su Qinian's figure. They didn't approach him, but watched from a distance as the young man walked with his hands behind his back, heading towards the place where Zhenwutai was.

At this moment, at the place where Zhenwutai is located, a bonfire is lit, and countless torches are lit. In the dark mountains and forests, they flicker and jump like sparks. At this moment, Zhenwutai is surrounded by daylight.

Thousands of people gathered here, and even in the few days when Su Qinian returned to the mountain, many Wudang disciples who were nearby in Hubei Province got the news and rushed back to the mountain, wanting to meet this The master master of Qingyang Peak, who came to Chang'an, is a young man who has just been promoted to the dragon and tiger list.

coming!

After half a stick of incense, the crowd was commotion, and an invisible passage parted, revealing a deep ancient forest, a figure in a pure white robe inlaid with gold came from the darkness.

This is a young man who looks a little handsome, about sixteen or seventeen years old, but his temples are like snow, his hair is gray and white, and there is an aura of vicissitudes from his whole body, like the sunset in the late twilight.

The young man walked very calmly, calmly and indifferently, as more and more eyes gathered, his face did not change, his snow-white temples fluttered lightly, and he had an unspeakable demeanor.

The one who appeared later was Qing Ye and his party, including the Taoist servant, all of them looked solemn, and even the Taoist servant raised his head that had been hanging down in the mountains at this moment. Their spirits gathered together and solidified into one body. There is an indestructible trend, even in the face of the eyes of thousands of people, no one shows timidity.

After walking through a path that was neither long nor short, Su Qinian followed the stone steps in front of the Zhenwu Stage, step by step, and climbed onto the stage. (Ask for a monthly ticket recommendation ticket, starting point genuine subscription is the biggest support for ten steps!)

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