Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 56: The Back in Front of the Xuanwu Building

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"Stay guarding the uncle, there is Su Qinian in Xiaoyao Valley asking to see him, and he wants to enter the Xuanwu Tower."

The disciple on duty opened his mouth, but there was no reaction on the old wicker chair. The disciple on duty became more playful, and said again: "Uncle Jingshou, Su Qinian of Xiaoyao Valley is asking to see you, and he wants to enter the Xuanwu Tower."

After a while, the disciple on duty turned around, looked at Su Qinian and said helplessly, "Uncle Jingshou is often lethargic and sleepy, Junior Brother Su, you just wait for a while, Senior Brother, I still have a shift, so I can't leave for a long time, so I will take my leave."

After speaking, the disciple on duty walked away without waiting for Su Qinian's response.

With a calm gaze, Su Qinian sneered in his heart. The disciple on duty thought that if his back was turned to him, he would be invisible, but he didn't know that he possessed spiritual power, and everything in a radius of ten feet was clearly visible, and nothing could escape his eyes.

At this time, he looked at the old Taoist priest who seemed to be sleeping soundly on the old rattan chair. Most people might not notice it, but the moment the disciple on duty opened his mouth just now, he clearly caught the faint twitch of the old Taoist priest's eyes. It's not the so-called lethargy, but intentional insomnia.

In front of the Xuanwu Tower, Su Qinian stood quietly, hearing the gurgling sound of the mountain spring not far away, one or two koi leaped up from the pond, and then fell into the spring water with a plop.

Half a cup of tea passed, a cup of tea passed, and a stick of incense passed, half an hour later.

Su Qinian even closed his eyes slightly and began to meditate. He made slight mistakes in his steps, but he naturally stood up on the turtle-snake stand. Up to now, the turtle-snake stand has gradually integrated into his gestures. However, ordinary outer court disciples who haven't mastered the "Turtle and Snake Kungfu" would not be able to see Su Qinian's posture at the moment, and would just think that he was standing there motionless.

Sitting on the old rattan chair, Deacon Jingshou was slightly surprised. He didn't want to pay attention to this young man at all, but the probation prisoner took over his Wudang Qingyang Peak inheritance. In his opinion, this inheritance should be handed over to some outstanding disciples in the outer courtyard. Even the disciples of the various peaks, so that they can make the best use of everything. In this world surrounded by monsters, he is a martial artist, and only among the disciples of the younger generation will there be strong ones, so that he can carry on the past and forge the future, and pass it on forever.

Now, he wanted to see how much patience this Su Qier, who was rumored to be in Xiaoyao Valley, could have.

Of course, he also got some rumors, but in his opinion, that just fulfilled what he said at the beginning, allowing such a beggar to have an adventure and improve his cultivation base, it is even more a shame to Wudang!If it spreads out, what will other martial arts sects and comrades in the world think?His Wudang disciple is not as good as a death row prisoner on probation, but also a once decadent, bloodless waste known as a beggar.

A whole hour.

The tea on the small octagonal wooden table had cooled down and the charcoal fire was extinguished, but the deacon Jingshou still didn't wake up.

Su Qinian didn't move either, he seemed like a stone statue, until later he couldn't even detect his breathing.

But with the passage of time, the deacon Jingshou on the old rattan chair faintly felt like a thorn on his back, which was a bit inconceivable. How could he have such a feeling? Could it be this young beggar?

impossible!

The old man felt carefully again, Su Qinian stood still, and the wind was calm, but he always felt that there was something different from the beginning. He noticed the blue iron long knife behind the young man, and looked at the cloud pattern on the handle, it seemed There is some meaning, it is a sharp knife that breaks hair, but even so, it shouldn't make him feel so uneasy.

Another half stick of incense passed.

When several disciples from the outer court came to the Xuanwu Building, they saw such a strange scene.

what happened?

Several young people glanced at each other, a little confused, but then they looked at Su Qinian, and they felt more and more wrong. With such attire and age, he didn't seem to be a disciple of their Baiyun Peak Outer Court.

A young disciple leaves and returns after half a cup of tea.

"What! Su Qier from Happy Valley!"

"It's this trash!"

"The inheritance of Qingyang Peak fell into his hands? It's really a pearl covered in dust, my Wudang's great misfortune!"

Several young disciples immediately raised their eyebrows, and a cold light and unkindness shot out of their eyes. When the news of Qingyang Peak's inheritance and continuation was uploaded from Tianzhu Peak that day, many disciples from the outer court of Baiyun Peak sighed and felt unwilling. Qingye's two humble disciples are also unknown, but they are both disciples of the outer court. Although they are unwilling, they will not be unhappy. Only this Su Qi'er from Xiaoyao Valley, as soon as he got the inheritance, returned to Xiaoyao Valley to show off his power and show off his might. It is said that he also injured a few leaders who were probationers with extraordinary identities. How could such a person be worthy of being convinced and handing over the inheritance of the lineage, and even one day in the future, he would bow down and respectfully call him Senior Brother Palm .

"What is this villain's success coming to my Baiyun Peak Outer Court?"

"I heard from the junior brother on duty that this son actually went down the mountain and killed a monster, and got the badge of Uncle Jingdu from Xiaoyao Valley. He wants to come to my Xuanwu Tower of Baiyun Peak to comprehend the eighth, ninth, and tenth chapters of "Turtle and Snake Art". layered exercises."

"Impossible, he can kill monsters? Damn it, I don't believe it, there must be some tricks in it. Back then, Uncle Jingdu didn't listen to Uncle Jingshou's advice, which led to such evil results. The relationship between the two During this period, there are probably some ulterior secrets, and there may be some interests."

A disciple opened his mouth suddenly, and several young disciples were stunned. They didn't expect him to say such earth-shattering words suddenly.

"Speak carefully! Temples are taboos, and you can't slander uncles of the generation of Jing at will."

"What are you afraid of? Xiaoyao Valley has always been full of mixed fish and dragons. Master Jingdu was in Zigai Peak back then. If he hadn't missed for a while and was captured for bravery, how could Ning Yunzi's uncle, a top figure in the generation of martial arts masters, fall into the North Sea? On the shore, what guards Xiaoyao Valley, he was relegated to Xiaoyao Valley, after so many years, have you ever seen him take a step out of Xiaoyao Valley, this is repentance, redemption!"

That disciple didn't have any scruples at all. He said some secrets in the past without any scruples. Although the other young disciples looked away and blamed them, they didn't really stop them. Obviously, in their opinion, what they said Everything is well-founded, and it is not counted as spreading rumors, slandering and slandering.

"I don't believe that this son can kill monsters alone! There must be a mystery in this. I want to report to the law enforcement Taoist in the Zhenwu Hall of Tianzhu Peak to investigate everything thoroughly. My Wudang precepts cannot be violated!"

"That's right, we need to investigate thoroughly. If there is any evil or evil in it, we must not let it go. My Wudang reputation for thousands of years cannot be lost!"

"Take this son now. Before the truth is revealed, how can he be allowed to enter the Xuanwu Building of my outer courtyard and leak my inheritance of Wudang martial arts again."

call!

The next moment, an eighteen or nine-year-old disciple made a move, stretched out his big hand, and landed on Su Qinian's shoulder.

Ok?

In an instant, the disciple raised his eyebrows, and his hand seemed to have landed on a cast iron statue, motionless.

"Get up!"

He gave a cold shout, his whole body burst out with qi and blood, his vigor surged, and his muscles and bones sounded like the beating of war drums. It was impressively the sixth level of the "Turtle and Snake Art".

A fiery red horse tore through the air and landed, its four hooves were like bowls, and it stepped into the void, neighing silently.

Can't move!

The disciple's face was almost flushed, and he exerted force with his palms, and even pressed his other hand on Su Qinian's other shoulder. Even with his arms, the veins were bulging, but he still couldn't move Su Qinian.

After a few breaths, he loosened his hands abruptly, stepped back several steps and stood still, gasping for breath, looking at Su Qinian's back with some doubts.

Heck!

The other disciples from the outer courtyard frowned. They were staring at Su Qinian's back. They stood there calmly, with their backs to everyone, but they seemed to have an inexplicable aura.

"Could it be, the turtle and snake pile!"

Some people's eyes are like torches, and their cultivation base is profound. At this time, they seem to see through some falsehoods, and their eyes gradually become dignified.

Turtle and snake pile?

One of them immediately turned around and left, while the rest stepped forward, occupying one side each, surrounding Su Qinian in the center.

A total of four disciples from the outer courtyard controlled the directions of the four elephants. The oldest one seemed to be about the age of a weak crown, and the youngest was seventeen or eighteen years old. As the four of them stood still, the air in front of the Xuanwu Tower quickly became stagnant, and the sound of the wind stopped. The cold wind was pushed back, and four scorching breaths rose slowly. (It's early enough for the second day today. Tomorrow is Monday again. The last four days of new book lists, please recommend tickets for support in the early morning. New book friends bookmark it.)

(End of this chapter)