From the headmaster of Quanzhen, he began to traverse the heavens

Chapter 186
Although Zhang Junbao is fifteen or sixteen years old, he lived in Songshan for the rest of the time except when he followed his teacher Jueyuan to chase Xiaoxiangzi and Nimoxing three years ago, so he went west to Chang'an after parting with Guo Xiang. Also suffered.

Zhang Junbao would never be able to get out of Tongguan if it wasn't for his extremely profound internal strength protection, and the mountain roads were full of wolves, tigers, leopards, bandits and bandits.

In the blink of an eye, several months later, this afternoon, Zhang Junbao came to a large mountain, but he saw a lush greenery, dense forests, and a majestic mountain.

In Zhang Junbao's eyes, the scenery of this mountain is completely different from that of Songshan Mountain. When he asked the villagers who passed by, he learned that the name of this mountain was Zhongnan Mountain, which was nearly a hundred miles south of Chang'an.

Zhang Junbao was hungry and thirsty, but he was penniless. Although he still had a piece of bread in his luggage, he was reluctant to eat it.

I just wanted to rest for a while before picking some wild fruits to feed my stomach, so I rested on the rocks at the foot of the mountain.

After sitting for a while, he involuntarily took out the gold bracelet presented by Guo Xiang and played with it in his hand, thinking about going to the world-famous Guo Daxia and Huang Gangzhu, and wondering if he would be accepted by others.

After a while, Zhang Junbao got up and went up the mountain, preparing to pass Zhongnan Mountain and go north to Chang'an. After walking for half an hour, the mountain road became more and more difficult.

However, Zhang Junbao has been practicing Jiuyang Shengong for nearly ten years, and his skill is not as deep as that of first-class masters in the rivers and lakes. Although the mountain road is difficult to walk, it is like walking on the ground under his feet.

After half an hour, Zhang Junbao turned around a mountain stream, looked up and saw the Chongyang Palace, which had become a broken wall, on the top of the mountain in the distance. Not only did he sigh, but he prepared to drink some water.

As soon as he turned around a big tree, he saw a Taoist man with white hair and beard lying on a boulder in front of the water pool sleeping. The old Taoist looked like he was almost a hundred years old. Although it was midsummer now, the mountain was still a little cool.

Zhang Junbao looked left and right to see that there were no other people, worried that the old Taoist walked over and shook the old Taoist, and asked, "Old Taoist, old Taoist, wake up, this is not the place to sleep."

"Who is it?"

The old Taoist muttered and sat up, saw Zhang Junbao in tattered clothes, and pointed to the Taoist robe that he could no longer see the original color, and said with a smile: "You are about to beg for food and still care about my old Tao, you are a good boy. ,What is your name?"

"My name is Zhang Junbao."

Zhang Junbao looked at the fat face in the silver-white beard and hair of the old Taoist, very kind, and his eyes were even more gentle like that of Master Jueyuan. His eyes were red, and he said, "Where are you practicing, old Taoist? I'll take you back."

The old Taoist looked at Zhang Junbao with a smile and nodded, and said, "I'll be practicing in the back mountain. If you want to, just help me up."

Zhang Junbao shook his head gently and said, "You are very old, so it is inconvenient to go up the mountain, so let me carry you up the mountain."

Zhang Junbao said that he put the iron bucket away first, and then squatted in front of the old Taoist. The old Taoist smiled and nodded and lay on Zhang Junbao's back.

After Zhang Junbao got up, he only felt that the old Taoist was light at only [-] to [-] pounds, and he was walking very fast. After half a cup of tea, he felt that the old Taoist on his body was getting heavier and heavier. Only with the use of magic can it be relieved a little.

But Zhang Junbao hadn't eaten for a day, and when he walked to the dilapidated Chongyang Palace, he could no longer walk. He could only put down the old Taoist and sit on the ground panting heavily.

"Old Daoist, let me rest for a while before I carry you back."

The old Taoist looked at Zhang Junbao so tired but snorted coldly and scolded: "It's useless, you are useless, I was much more powerful than you when I was young."

Zhang Junbao was not angry either, he smiled and prepared to eat some noodles, but just as he took out the noodles, he heard the old Taoist sigh and say: "My old Taoist is 88 years old, why don't you even know how to respect the elderly, there is something to eat Don’t tell me, ask me first? If you starve to kill me, you will also have to sue.”

Zhang Junbao's heart was burning with anger, but when he got up, he saw the old Taoist dressed in rags, with silver beard and hair, and his anger disappeared.

Handing half of the dough to the old Taoist, Zhang Junbao bowed and said, "Old Taoist, you eat first, and I'll go pick some wild fruits."

At this time, it was midsummer, Zhang Junbao wandered around for half an hour and finally picked a dozen peaches that were worthy of maturity, washed them with clean water and brought them back.

At this time, the old Taoist had already eaten up the noodles, and when he saw that Zhang Junbao only brought the mountain peaches, he stared and said, "Your noodles are too dry? Do you want to choke me? Why don't you go and get some water? ?"

Zhang Junbao just saw that the old Taoist not only forgot to drink water, but also forgot to catch water in the gourd. Hearing this, he hurriedly took the gourd in his arm to find the water pool.

Seven or eight times in this way, Zhang Junbao finally served the old Taoist well. At this time, he was hungry, but the mountain peaches had already been eaten up by the old Taoist. Although he was angry, he didn't get angry. He just wanted to get the old Taoist as soon as possible. Take it back to his house and pick some fruit to eat.

"Old Daoist, I'll carry you back."

Zhang Junbao said and squatted down.

This time, Zhang Junbao felt very relaxed. Although he was hungry, the old man became very light and seemed to be only forty or fifty pounds.

After walking for a quarter of an hour, the two of them arrived at a pine forest in the back mountain. In front of the woods was a grass hut, and behind the grass hut was a water pool. Watching the blue shadow swaying, the waves were sparkling, it was refreshing.

Zhang Junbao put down the old Taoist and said, "Old Taoist, when you arrive at your house, I will leave."

He turned around and left. He was really hungry on the way down the mountain. Zhang Junbao ran to the dangerous part of the mountain to look for the mountain peaches. Just after picking two to eat, Zhang Junbao suddenly saw the yellow golden light from the grass under the tree. He approached and opened it. The turf is a pile of gold, which is very eye-catching.

Zhang Junbao was destitute at this time, and was about to go to Guo Jing, but he looked at it and covered the gold with turf loess again, and thought to himself: Can't I still earn money by my ability to make a living?I don't know who left this gold, ill-gotten wealth is not acceptable, and greed must not be used...

After picking a few more peaches, Zhang Junbao turned around and left. He first went to retrieve the iron bucket left by his teacher, and then carried it down the mountain.

After descending the mountain and walking less than ten miles away, Zhang Junbao suddenly saw two Taoist priests in their 40s and [-]s standing by the roadside and waiting with their hands down.

After seeing him, the two Taoists actually bowed and saluted. Zhang Junbao hurriedly bowed and returned the salute, saying, "The two Taoist priests have smashed the younger generation."

After getting up, the older Taoist asked, "Is your surname Zhang?"

Zhang Junbao nodded and said: "Junior Zhang Junbao, dare to ask the long law name?"

"My name is Liu Lingtong."

"My name is Wang Linghao."

"It turned out to be Daoist Liu and Daoist Wang in person..."

Zhang Junbao hurriedly bowed to pay his respects, and the two Taoists hurriedly returned the salute, and then Liu Lingtong said, "My family's Sun Zhenren asked Zhang Gongzi to return to the mountain for a talk."

Zhang Junbao frowned and said, "The younger generation is stupid. I don't remember recognizing a Sun Zhenren. Could it be the old Taoist priest just now?"

Liu Lingtong nodded and said, "Exactly, my family, Sun Zhenren, is a Taoist friend of the Qing Emperor Xuan of the Quanzhen Sect. Although he is not in the Quanzhen Sect's true biography rankings, he is also in the Quanzhen Taoist vein. He has been practicing in Zhongnan Mountain for many years, and I just saw him. You respect the old and love the old, you are kind-hearted, you see gold and don’t take it for yourself, and you have a true Taoist relationship, so we have specially ordered us to invite you back.”

Zhang Junbao didn't know how to deal with it for a while, but Wang Linghao smiled and said, "Don't worry, Young Master Zhang, our family, Sun Zhenren, has the heart to pass on your legacy. To teach a Taoist technique, you can see it, but it is doomed by heaven."

Zhang Junbao remembered that the old Taoist was tossing himself, and now he realizes that he was deliberately testing his true nature. He felt overwhelmed, so he bowed and said, "In that case, please ask the two Taoists to take me to see Sun Zhenren."

After half an hour, Zhang Junbao followed Er Dao back to the grass hut in the back mountain of Zhongnan Mountain, only to see the white-bearded old Dao who was standing smilingly waiting for him in front of the water pool.

Zhang Junbao stepped forward and bowed: "This junior has seen Sun Zhenren."

Sun Desheng laughed and stroked his beard: "Good boy, I think you are only fifteen or sixteen years old but you are lonely and helpless, but not only have you possessed a very good and decent martial arts, but also have a kind-hearted and upright gentleman, I think I will accept you as a disciple and teach you the magic method of life, I wonder if you are willing?"

After Sun Desheng finished speaking, he looked at Zhang Junbao with bright eyes.

Zhang Junbao thought about rushing to find Guo Jing, and he didn't know if he was willing to take him in, so he was kicked in his heart, but seeing how amiable Sun Desheng was and how close he was to Taoist practice, he immediately knelt down and kowtowed, saying, "Disciple Zhang Junbao , I would like to meet my teacher, thank my teacher for collecting the disciples and teaching the Dao."

Sun Desheng laughed, stepped forward to hold up Zhang Junbao, and said: "Your internal skills are very good, and you are also in our Taoist line, but you are not at home. I just tried a little and you will not be able to carry it, but it is finally The foundation is deep, and when I teach you Jiuyin Divine Art and Quanzhen Dharma, etc., you will be able to set foot on the top realm within ten years."

Zhang Junbao was very grateful, and only then did he know why he was getting more and more tired when he carried his teacher up the mountain. It turned out that his teacher tried to test his skills.

Sun Desheng smiled and said, "Although Emperor Qingxuan and I are close friends, but after all, I am not a true disciple in the Quanzhen Sect, and I have not entered the seniority level. In the face of it, I can be regarded as the same generation as the Zhizi generation. You have become a senior, so I will accept you as a disciple. You are not considered a Quanzhen disciple, and you are not in the ranking of Quanzhen disciples. For the time being, take a Taoist name Xubao. Later, when you become a martial artist, you will start a sect in Zhongnan Mountain. Also take the number oneself."

Zhang Xubao knelt down and kowtowed: "Disciple understands."

Sun Desheng smiled and said, "Although I'm not a true teacher, my internal skills are not bad, but I don't like boxing and swordsmanship. I haven't learned it this time. Quanzhen taught a great family, so who will compete with Emperor Xuan of Qing Dynasty?
No matter how talented he is, his style will always be covered by him, but all those who are talented will want to leave a branch and leave a line of Taoism.

This is the reason why the seven sons of Quanzhen established their own schools and sects. I also want to leave a legacy, so I will test you more, just to pass on your true legacy. Xubao disciples are indeed aptitudes and understanding. One of the geniuses, Lao Dao accepts you as a disciple today, even if you die without worry..."

Sun Desheng took Zhang Xubao to the Caolu, and then carefully taught the Yi Jin Bone Forging Chapter first.

After all, Zhang Xubao has the foundation of Jiuyang Divine Art, but after three months, he completed the Yi Jin Bone Forging Chapter, the only difference is the water grinding time of long-term practice.

However, Rao only practiced for three months, Zhang Xubao's internal strength has greatly increased, Sun Desheng was overjoyed, and passed down the whole-hearted method to lead Zhang Xubao to practice and consolidate the foundation.

This time, it took a little longer. It took Zhang Xubao two years to practice the Quanzhen Method. After that, Sun Desheng passed on Jiuyin Shengong and Xiantiangong, as well as many Taoist methods.

Zhang Xubao deserves to be a genius who is hard to come by in a hundred years. In just five years, he has mastered the martial arts handed down by Sun Desheng. However, Jiuyin Shengong and Xiantiangong are still too advanced, and he has not been able to practice the most profound spiritual skills. .

However, in the past five years, Zhang Xubao has made great progress in his internal strength, and his cultivation has more than doubled.

At this time, Sun Desheng had already taught Zhang Xubao what he had learned all his life. Although Sun Desheng was limited by his aptitude and understanding, he could not master the profound arts he had learned, but he still found out many new experiences.

Zhang Xubao inherited all of Sun Desheng's Xuangong mind and Taoism, and now he has transformed into a Taoist master who thinks that the Central Plains martial arts is rare. Whether it is martial arts or Taoism, it is comparable to Quanzhen teaching ambition The existence of the top masters of the character generation and the virtual character generation.

According to Sun Desheng's original words, among the thousands of true preachers in the Zixiao Palace and Yuqing Palace of the Quanzhen Sect, the cultivation of internal energy and Taoism under the age of 40 is not as good as that of Zhang Xubao, and among the senior Taoists over the age of 40 Zhang Xubao can also be ranked in the top thirty.

Since the Quanzhen Sect now has 36 profound arts and unique skills as the foundation of the exercises, there are more than ten top-level magical exercises such as "Innate Skills", "Nine Yin Magical Skills", "Yuqing Demon Slaying Sutra", and there are also more than ten works by the leader Yin Zhiping and Zi Yan. The "Tai Shi Jing" can only be cultivated by Chen Lingyun, the lord of the Xiao Palace, and Yin Kexi, the lord of the Yuqing Palace.

Not to mention that the martial arts of the three sect masters and palace masters have already reached the supreme realm of transcendence and sanctification, there are more than ten Daoists who have cultivated as great masters, and dozens more who are gradually reaching the top.

It can be said that after the Quanzhen seven sons all passed away, Emperor Xuan of Qing and Lord Chi Lian Yuan lived in seclusion, the predecessors who possessed the supreme supernatural power and immortal art were gone, but the overall strength did not decline, but increased a lot.

Quanzhen Sect is an unshakable behemoth in martial arts.

Although Zhang Xubao has the foundation of Nine Suns Divine Art, he has grown to be the No.1 of the younger generation in Quanzhen Sect in just over five years. It can be said that Sun Desheng's training is good, and it also reflects Zhang Xubao's Aptitude and understanding are the best of the best.

It is now the late autumn of the 31st year of Zhaoguang in the Great Song Dynasty. Zhongnan Mountain is full of yellow and red, and the weather is getting colder every day.

In the grass hut in the back mountain, Sun Desheng, whose beard and hair were disordered and his face gray, sat on the futon, coughed lightly, and raised his eyes to look at Zhang Xubao, who had grown into a tall young man in front of him.

"Master, you..." Zhang Xubao stepped forward with a distressed look and wanted to heal Master by transcending Qi.

Sun Desheng broke free from Zhang Xubao's hand with a push of his arm, and said with a cold snort: "I am 93 years old this year, if I hadn't been profound in mystic arts, and I had taken many spirit pills from Emperor Qingxuan in my early years, I'm afraid I would have already turned into dust. You can't cultivate to become an immortal like Qingxuan, birth, old age, sickness and death are common sense, how can you still not understand this?"

Zhang Xubao bowed and said: "The disciple knows, it's just... just..."

"It's nothing but."

Sun Dechang sighed and commanded: "I've been living up to now, and the lights are running out. Your internal strength has already surpassed mine, which is enough to start a sect. After I die, you will be the founder of the Zhongnan School. When the world is famous, the old Tao is still honored even though he is dead..."

Zhang Xubao's eyes were red, and he trembled: "Master...Master..."

"Patriarch of Chongyang, Desheng got you to bring in Quanzhen cultivation through Kaihui. Today, you have finally achieved full success. I only hope that you can follow the Patriarch after you die..."

Sun Desheng's voice became lower and lower, until finally there was no movement.

Zhang Xubao looked intently, but saw that his teacher's gray eyes were no longer bright, and when he reached out and touched his body, he felt cold, and no longer had a pulse to breathe, and he had died out of breath.

Zhang Xubaofu cried bitterly in front of Sun Desheng. Liu Lingtong, Wang Linghao and other Taoists who were waiting outside the cottage also pushed the door and came in to cry and worship.

After Zhang Xubao buried his teacher, he knew that his teacher was a Taoist friend of Emperor Xuan of the Qing Dynasty of Quanzhen Sect. He had a high status and had to go to Zixiao Palace to report to Master Yin.

So he instructed Liu Lingtong and others to guard the door, and hurried down the mountain after taking the dust brush given by Master Sun.

I don't want to go down the mountain to stir up the situation in the world, not to mention the chivalrous and righteous, Zhang Xubao met the Mingjiao master who re-entered the Central Plains, and fought several times with the 32nd generation leader of the Mingjiao, Hou Qinghua, and forged a relationship. Red Luan is star-moving, but there is a deep friendship that begins but ends nowhere.

Later, due to fate, I traveled to Taihua, Changbai, Baoji and other places. Yu Baoji once saw a mountain juxtaposed with three peaks, very beautiful and smooth, and Yu Wuxue was enlightened. Learning and Taoism are in the same vein.

(End of this chapter)