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Chapter 256 The famous sword eight moves, eight swords flying together!
Mu Xuan put down his luggage, and then walked out holding the Tianwen Sword. Song Yuanqiao and the others were waiting at the door without leaving.

"Song Daxia, it's okay for me to bring the sword up?"

Mu Xuan pointed to the Tianwen Sword in his hand, and asked with a smile.

Song Yuanqiao laughed and said, "It's the birthday banquet now, and we Wudang is hosting a banquet for all the heroes in the world. The previous rules of untying swords will naturally be invalidated. Even if the rules still exist, Godly Doctor Mu can still bring his sword up the mountain!"

"Doctor Mu, please!"

Song Yuanqiao stretched out his hand to feint, motioning for Mu Xuan to follow.

Mu Xuan followed behind Song Yuanqiao, and the other Wudang elders were all busy. Tomorrow is Zhang Sanfeng's birthday banquet. I don't know how many heroes came, those who have good intentions for Wudang, those who are malicious to Wudang, no matter where All kinds of superficial skills have to be done well.

Mu Xuan and Song Yuanqiao walked towards the mountain while chatting. Song Yuanqiao explained to Mu Xuan the allusion of a certain stele in Wudang Mountain in his spare time. Mountain.

The two of them enjoyed the scenery all the way, and did not pursue speed, so it took so much time.

"Doctor Mu, the Taishang Wangqing Cave is ahead, you can go in by yourself, I will wait at the entrance of the cave!"

Song Yuanqiao pointed to a hole next to the waterfall ahead, and said with a smile.

Hearing the words, Mu Xuan jumped straight to the front of the cave.

Looking inside, a passage with little light appeared in Mu Xuan's eyes.

Mu Xuan took a look in, and then said tentatively, "Mu Xuan, the younger generation, has seen Daoist Zhang!"

After Mu Xuan finished speaking, he waited patiently for a while, and then there was a creaking sound from the cave, as if a door was opened.

"Since Xiaoyou Mu is here, let's come in and have a talk!"

In the cave, a clear voice sounded, and Mu Xuan was stunned for a moment. According to what Song Yuanqiao said, only Zhang Sanfeng was in the cave.

But Zhang Sanfeng is already a hundred years old, logically his voice should be extremely old, but the voice coming out of the cave is sonorous and powerful, not at all like an old man!
Mu Xuan can only attribute it to the fact that he has cultivated to the realm of the land gods.

Mu Xuan cheered up and walked into the cave slowly.

After walking in the cave for a while, Mu Xuan saw a half-hidden stone door.

The creaking sound just now should have come from this stone gate.

Mu Xuan walked into the stone gate slowly, and as soon as he entered, the stone gate behind him was tightly closed.

There is a hole in the sky behind the stone gate.

The entire top of the mountain seems to be hollowed out, a huge pothole runs through the top of the mountain, the sun shines down, and the inside of the cave is illuminated like daytime.

The furnishings in the cave are not luxurious, there is a stone bed, a stone table, a few stone benches, and a futon for sitting cross-legged.

There are several clothes folded on the stone bed.

The clothes are worn out, and some have been patched.

What attracted Mu Xuan's attention the most was a huge wooden box beside the wall. Although it had not been opened, Mu Xuan could feel that it contained peerless swords, and there were quite a few of them!
Even if each one is not as good as the Tianwen Sword, it is almost the same!

"Dugu Qiubai is right, you are indeed a natural talent for practicing swords!"

A voice sounded from behind Mu Xuan. Hearing the words, Mu Xuan suddenly turned around, only to see a white-haired old man in a tattered Taoist robe standing behind Mu Xuan with a smile.

And Mu Xuan didn't even know when the other party appeared, if the other party wanted to harm him, Mu Xuan wouldn't even be able to fight back!

Taoist priests, straw sandals, and clothes are covered with dust, showing a sloppy look.

If it wasn't Zhang Sanfeng, who else could it be?

"I have seen Zhang Zhenren!"

Mu Xuan cupped his hands.

Zhang Sanfeng nodded with a smile, stretched out his hand, and the wooden box by the wall actually went straight into his hand.

"When Dugu Qiubai came to my place for the first time, he saw this wooden box at a glance!"

"The first time you came to my place, you saw this wooden box at a glance!"

While talking, Zhang Sanfeng stroked the wooden box in his hand.

This wood is extremely simple, without any carvings on it, and also without any dust, obviously Zhang Sanfeng often cleans it.

"No wonder Dugu Qiubai taught you the Dugu Sword Realm. For him, you are indeed the best successor!"

What Zhang Sanfeng said was very informative, which means that Dugu Qiubai came to Wudang to meet Zhang Sanfeng after parting with Mu Xuan that day.

"Fart! Boy Mu is the first thing I have my eyes on. If I hadn't told Dugu Qiubai, the old man wouldn't know about Boy Mu's existence!"

A familiar voice sounded, Mu Xuan turned his head and looked up just in a daze for a moment, his eyes were full of surprise, "Uncle Zhao!"

The owner of this voice is none other than Uncle Zhao!
But Uncle Zhao was not the only one who fell from the sky.

Apart from Uncle Zhao, there are six other people, all of whom Mu Xuan has met before.

Daoist Huang Shanghuang who taught Muxuan's Nine Yin Scriptures, the drinking monk who taught Muxuan's Nine Yangs magical skills, the immoral Taoist who taught Muxuan's Sunflower Thousand Hands, the sweeping monk from Shaolin, and Murong Longcheng from the Murong family. , and Dugu Qiubai!

"Hey hey, kid, not bad! Martial arts is not slow to enter the realm! I think it won't be long before we can kill Taoist Ouyang Feng and Murong Bo!"

Leaning on crutches, Uncle Zhao came forward with a smile and patted Mu Xuan on the shoulder and said.

Just as Mu Xuan wanted to catch up with Uncle Zhao, this guy's sudden sentence really made Mu Xuan unable to deal with it.

Murong Longcheng is still nearby, is it appropriate to say that?

Although Mu Xuan had already reached a consensus with Murong Longcheng, as long as the Murong family had a seed, let Mu Xuan make troubles, but it still felt a bit awkward to talk about Mu Xuan in front of other people's ancestors.

"Have all the land gods and masters of the Central Plains gathered here?!"

Mu Xuan deliberately changed the subject.

Uncle Zhao smiled and shook his head, "It's this guy's [-]th birthday, I'm going to talk about it again, you're in good time!"

Mu Xuan understood now, why Zhang Sanfeng said that Mu Xuan would stay in Wudang Mountain for a while!

Good guy, eight masters of land god realm are discussing Taoism in Wudang Mountain, and Mu Xuan feels like a husky who has sneaked into a pack of wolves!
Mu Xuan originally thought that what he accepted was the guidance of Zhang Sanfeng, a master of the land immortal realm, but he didn't expect it to be eight!
Only four characters appeared in Mu Xuan's mind: Don't miss this opportunity!

The corners of Murong Longcheng's lips slightly raised. During the last discussion, the sunflower patriarch engaged in racial discrimination. He was one of the initiators, so he didn't take him to play.

It was not until this time that Zhang Sanfeng invited everyone to discuss the Dao that he was brought along.

"After tomorrow's birthday banquet, we will discuss the Dao again. Besides the eight of us, you are the only one present! The day after tomorrow, in the Wangqing Cave, don't waste your time!"

The wicked Taoist said with a smile.

Mu Xuan nodded repeatedly, naturally he would be late for such an important matter.

"I heard that you are going to create a sect?"

Dugu Qiubai said suddenly.

Mu Xuan froze for a moment, then nodded again and again, "That's right. To deal with Taoist Baishang and the others in the future, we will definitely need a lot of manpower. If it's just me, it's really troublesome to do it. Let's create a sect and recruit some manpower!"

"If senior is tired of staying in Sword Demon Valley, you can come to our Lingshu Pavilion to stay!"

Mu Xuan said with a smile, his eyes were full of hope.

His Lingshu Pavilion already has no shortage of great masters. When he goes back, he will refine the Great Returning Pill. He, Gu Santong, and Duan Yanqing will be the first to become great masters.

After Wang Yuyan accepted Wu Yazi's 72 years of skill, like Cheng Shifei and Di Yun, given her enough time, she can also become a great master within a year!
In this way, their sect has six great masters.

Compared with Shaolin Wudang, it is just a master of land immortal realm!
"If you seniors are tired of wandering and want to find a place to retreat, you are also welcome to come to the Lingshu Pavilion in Xishan, Qixia Town!"

Muxuan is not only playing with Dugu's idea of ​​seeking defeat, Zhao Bo and others, Muxuan also don't let go.

Of course, forget about Murong Longcheng, the sweeping monk and Zhang Sanfeng.

The others don't have teachers, they are all lonely.

"Well, they are all people who would rather die outside than be quiet!"

Uncle Zhao shook his head with a smile, this guy Mu Xuan actually hit the five of them in one go, really powerful!
"However, if the old man can't walk anymore, you kid, don't ignore the old man!"

Uncle Zhao joked that Muxuan looked serious and shook his head quickly. His success today is all thanks to Uncle Zhao. If Uncle Zhao asked for it, Mu Xuan would do his best to help even if he risked his life, let alone take care of Zhao Bo. Uncle forever?
"Several seniors, when I went to the capital a few days ago, I also met a master of the land immortal realm! His name is Wang Yangming, do the seniors know this person?"

Mu Xuan changed the subject again.

As soon as these words came out, everyone changed their faces and looked at each other with inexplicable smiles in their eyes.

"That guy is amazing!"

Uncle Zhao said softly.

As soon as the words came out, everyone nodded in agreement.

Seeing the bewildered look on Mu Xuan's face, Uncle Zhao said with a smile, "That man Wang Yangming is a different kind!"

"Ordinary people want to become a land god, they have to practice from the basics, open up the meridians and acupoints of the whole body, and after entering the grand master realm, they can understand the natural power of heaven and earth, and they can borrow the power of heaven and earth, so they can be called land gods!"

"But Wang Yangming is not like that! He went directly from a Confucian scholar to the realm of a land god!"

Uncle Zhao's face became more serious, "Do you know how old Wang Yangming became a land god?"

Mu Xuan shook his head slowly, but he had a guess in his heart. Could it be that Wang Yangming in this world also experienced a dragon field enlightenment?
"37 years old! He was an official when he was young. After being relegated, he realized Taoism in Longchang and jumped into the land of immortals!"

"Scholars read a land fairy. The 37-year-old age really makes us envious! Now that decades have passed, I don't know if he has made progress!"

Uncle Zhao said with emotion.

All of them were very old when they broke through to the realm of land immortals. Even Zhang Sanfeng was already over seventy when he became a master of land immortals!

They think to themselves that they don't have much time to realize the wonders of the land fairyland.

But Wang Yangming entered the land fairy realm at the age of 37!
He is also 87 years old this year, and he has been immersed in the land fairyland for 50 years...

"I always thought that it would be difficult for us normal martial arts practitioners to have such a young land immortal master, but when I saw you, I saw hope!"

"After only two years of practice, you can already kill great masters. Given enough time and opportunity, you might be able to become a land immortal master before the age of 30! At worst, you can be as good as that Wang Yangming!"

"We are quite curious about what is above the land fairy realm!"

Uncle Zhao finally revealed the real reason for his support for Muxuan. They have come to an end and there is no hope in sight. If Muxuan can break through the realm of land gods and work hard, Muxuan might be able to help them in their lifetime. They answer questions!

This topic is a bit heavy, and Dugu Qiubai doesn't want to waste too much time on it. Mu Xuan is only at the level of a master now, and it's too far to tell him these things.

"You don't have any of these eight swords, give them to Mu Xuan!"

Dugu Qiubai said to Zhang Sanfeng, and changed the subject.

Zhang Sanfeng was stunned for a while, and glanced at the wooden box in his hand, "It's been so many years, but your temperament hasn't changed at all!"

"Didn't you say that you want this kid to protect your disciples? If you don't give some benefits, why should he protect you?"

Dugu Qiufeng snorted coldly.

Zhang Sanfeng smiled and nodded repeatedly, and Mu Xuan who was beside him quickly figured out the key point.

Although Zhang Sanfeng and the others are immortal masters on land, they are not immortals after all. They will still die one day!
The Wudang sect founded by Zhang Sanfeng brought together twelve different sects of Taoism. On the day he established the sect, he set the rules. The abbots of the twelve sects take turns to be the head of the Wudang sect, and one family is absolutely not allowed to dominate.

Although the seven disciples under his sect had good talents, in his opinion, one or two of them could break through the realm of a great master after the end of their cultivation.

And Muxuan has the old sunflower ancestor to protect the way, plus listening to the eight of them discussing the way, it is a certainty that he will become a master in the realm of land gods in the future.

When he died, it was enough for Mu Xuannian to take care of his disciples with this kindness.

But Zhang Sanfeng may not know...he is quite alive!

Having figured this out, Mu Xuan immediately said, "Master Zhang, it is already a great opportunity for you to let the younger generation listen to the seniors discussing the Dao. This sword..."

Just as Mu Xuan wanted to refuse, Dugu Qiubai and Zhao Boqi glanced over, their eyes were clearly blaming Mu Xuan, "Which side are you from?"

Zhang Sanfeng smiled, flicked his robe with his right hand, opened the huge wooden box in his hand, and eight long swords with different shapes appeared in front of Mu Xuan.

This wooden box actually smells like a Wushuang sword box!

"The eight swords were entrusted to me by my old friends before they died. Let me find a master for them! My disciples are not talented enough, and they can't practice the eight swords at all. If they are forced to pass them on, I'm afraid Ruined my friend's unique skills!"

"You have extraordinary talent in the way of swordsmanship, and you are the most suitable to learn this eight-style sword!"

After Zhang Sanfeng finished speaking, he lifted his hands lightly, and the eight long swords in the sword box were all unsheathed, and slowly floated beside Zhang Sanfeng, each long sword exuded a sharp aura.

Mu Xuan stared at the eight long swords, and his heart was shocked, "The eight swords fly together!"

(End of this chapter)