Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 567: Wudang Past (I)

It was the middle of the night and everything was quiet.

In the confinement room of Xuanyue Temple, a corner of the window that was originally closed was opened by someone, and a furtive figure climbed in.

As soon as the other party landed, a faint fragrance floated into Chen Qisheng's nose.

In the clear black and white vision, everything around appeared in a desolate black, with only Zhao Yanlong's figure appearing grayish white.

He put his finger to his lips, signaling Chen Qisheng to keep quiet, while he tiptoed to take out an iron pot from behind his waist.

"Hey, this is good stuff, authentic wild boar meat, without any agricultural or other messy stuff added."

Zhao Yanlong placed the iron pot in front of Chen Qisheng, opened the lid, and the aroma mixed with hot steam came out.

"Those bastards in the kitchen actually dared to fight with us brothers and sisters, and caused you to be put in solitary confinement by the abbot. I must help you get rid of this anger. So I took away all their stocks at once. How about that? Is that good enough?"

Zhao Yanlong rubbed his lower back which was stinging from the burn and said with a chuckle, "Try it now."

Chen Qisheng picked up a piece with his bare hands and put it into his mouth, nodding and saying, "It smells good!"

"If it smells good, eat more. This time I'll give you enough."

Zhao Yanlong hugged his knees with both hands, squatting in front of Chen Qisheng, scratched his head a little embarrassedly, and said angrily: "Junior brother, it's not that I didn't have the courage to face it with you at that time. I was actually going to ask for help."

Chen Qisheng dug out a corn bone and started chewing it, ignoring Zhao Yanlong.

"I'm telling the truth, you have to believe me. If I lie to you, I..."

Zhao Yanlong's eyes darted around, and finally landed on the altar behind Chen Qisheng. He pointed at the Lingguan statue on the altar and said, "If I lied to you, then let the Lingguan punish me so that I can never cultivate true qi and never enter the Dao in my lifetime. How do you think that is?"

Perhaps it was the messy hair that disturbed his eating of meat, Chen Qisheng raised a hand covered in oil and water to push the hair away from his eyes.

A beam of moonlight happened to shine down, revealing his face covered with bruises and bloodstains.

When Zhao Yanlong saw this scene, he immediately felt deflated. His squatting body fell backwards and he sat down on the ground.

"Junior brother, I admit that I am timid and spineless. I know I was wrong. Please don't blame me, okay?"

Zhao Yanlong had a sad face: "There were so many people on the other side, and I'm not good at fighting. When I saw blood, I started to panic. When I panicked, my mind went blank, my legs wouldn't obey me, and I ran away without knowing how, leaving you alone there."

"I don't blame you."

"I'm really nothing, huh?"

Zhao Yanlong, who was constantly blaming himself, suddenly paused, with surprise in his eyes: "Junior brother, what did you say? You really don't blame me?"

"It's really not strange. I also ate the meat you brought from the kitchen before, so it's natural that I'll have my share of trouble. And I'm good at fighting, so it's natural that I should do it. You're good at using your brain, and we have a reasonable division of labor. There's nothing strange about that."

"Do you really think so?"

Seeing that Chen Qisheng forgave him so easily, Zhao Yanlong couldn't help but widen his eyes with a look of suspicion.

"Of course. Do you want to eat this meat? If not, I will eat it all."

"Of course I do, little bastard. Leave some for me."

Only then did Zhao Yanlong realize that there was almost no meat in the pot. He hurriedly jumped up, took out a pair of chopsticks from his sleeve and rushed into the pot.

The dim confinement room was lit by moonlight.

Under the majestic statue, there is a strong aroma of meat.

The two young men put their heads together, their mouths full of oil as they ate. Occasionally they looked at each other with happy and satisfied smiles on their faces.

"This wild boar is truly authentic. It is simply incomparable to those crooked and broken ones produced in Nongxu."

Zhao Yanlong swallowed the last bite of meat, leaned back on the cushion, and burped contentedly.

"By the way, Senior Brother, let me tell you something. I seem to have developed true Qi."

Chen Qisheng wiped his hands while grabbing the curtain beside him and spoke lightly.

"Just practice it. Hmm? What are you talking about?"

Zhao Yanlong looked at him in disbelief, and when he saw Chen Qisheng nodded affirmatively, an expression of surprise suddenly appeared on his face.

"How is it possible to be so fast? How many days have you been practicing Tai Chi? I've been practicing for a year but I don't feel any energy at all."

"That's what I felt when I was fighting with those guys in the kitchen."

Chen Qisheng said uncertainly: "Perhaps actual combat is more conducive to the stimulation of true qi."

"The master in the temple never told me about this situation."

Zhao Yanlong was filled with regret at the moment and wanted to slap himself twice. If he hadn't run away at that time, maybe he could have stimulated his true energy.

But in a flash, Zhao Yanlong gave up. If he really had to fight a dozen people alone with two chair legs, let alone stimulate his true energy, he would be lucky if he didn't get beaten to death.

Chen Qisheng sat on the mat and stretched his legs, then asked, "Brother, what exactly is this true qi? Can you tell me about it?"

"I don't even have one myself, how would I know what it is?"

Zhao Yanlong said unhappily with a look of frustration on his face.

But after a while, he still sat up straight, and after a moment of silence, he said: "I have heard from the masters before that the entire Daoxu is now divided into two factions. One faction is about refining Qi, which is us. The other faction is about refining Qi, which is the group now known as the 'New Daoxu'."

"Before the Chongzhen Restoration, it was derived from the ancient word 'qi', which means clouds and mist. There was not much difference between them. But after Emperor Yizong established the twelve-line sequence of the Three Religions and Nine Streams, 'qi' and 'qi' evolved into two different concepts."

"In the view of the new school of Taoism, 'Qi' is the innate source, which is innate in human beings. They advocate 'cultivating Qi to transform into spirit' and only pursue the heart of Taoism, not caring about the physical body."

"As for 'Qi', in our opinion, it refers to the energy generated through acquired breathing and cultivation, which is the true Qi you feel. What we pursue is 'refining Qi into essence', combining the cultivation of nature and the cultivation of life into one, and complementing each other."

Although Chen Qisheng had been practicing Taoism in Longhu Mountain since he was a child, this was the first time he had heard of the concepts of "true qi" and "heart qi".

In the Japanese area, when he killed Zhang Qingsheng and ascended to the Human Immortal Lord, he felt the true energy growing in his body.

At that time, I thought it was a change brought about by the improvement of the sequence, but now it seems that the real old-school has been practicing true qi since before entering the sequence.

I accidentally stumbled back onto this path.

"Our Taoist master once said that only cultivating one's nature and not one's life is the first problem in cultivation."

Zhao Yanlong shook his head and said, "Although the new sect's cultivation speed is much faster than ours, their bodies are fragile, like paper, and they will die if stabbed by a sword. Although our cultivation is difficult, our strength is much stronger than those new sects, and we have no weaknesses in a fight."

"Those warriors out there bully men and women, and act tyrannically. Today they slap the Master in the face, and tomorrow they punch and kick the Buddha, but they just don't dare to come here to cause trouble. Do you know why?"

Zhao Yanlong smiled proudly: "Because they practice internal strength, the true qi we practice is not inferior to theirs, and we are even better at fighting than them!"

Chen Qisheng asked in confusion: "If he is so powerful, why would anyone want to become a new sect leader?"

"Why else? You want to take a shortcut."

Zhao Yanlong leaned forward and took a fruit from the offerings on the altar. He bit it and said vaguely, "Take our Xuanyue Temple for example. We are a legitimate branch of the Wudang Mountain Taoist temple. But how many Taoist children in the temple can cultivate true qi and have the hope of becoming a Taoist?"

"And the older you get, the less chance you have of generating true qi. If you're unlucky, you might just be a Taoist child after practicing for your entire life."

"But the new school is much easier. As long as you are not an idiot, you will have a chance to enter the order after spending more than ten years. And I heard that the damn 'yellow beam' can make people practice in dreams. After sleeping for several years or even decades, a pig can become a spirit."

Zhao Yanlong curled his lips and said, "So now those believers who don't know the value of things have all gone to Longhu Mountain, and our incense is getting worse and worse. They don't even think about it. If dreams can come true, then everyone is an immortal, right?"

"Brother, then you chose the True Qi instead of the Heart Qi, is it because the True Qi is stronger than the Heart Qi?"

"Little beggar, what you said is wrong. Do we practice to become stronger than others? No, we practice truth, Tao, and truth."

Zhao Yanlong, who was making an impassioned speech, suddenly saw Chen Qisheng's face full of scars. He immediately felt guilty and scratched his head with a wry smile.

"Actually, Senior Brother, I'm telling you the truth. I'm not doing this for anything else, just to enjoy the food and drink that we can enjoy on this path. You said that even the gods on the stage have to eat a stick of incense. We are not gods yet, and we don't have seven emotions and six desires. How can we still be called human beings?"

Zhao Yanlong patted his belly leisurely: "I haven't been a human enough, why should I rush to become an immortal? I should concentrate on the human world first, don't you think so, Junior Brother?"

"Zhao Yanlong, you can't run away!"

There are mountains and forests in front of me, and people are everywhere.

Zhao Yanlong, who now looks like a young man, stood back to back with Chen Qisheng, with blood-stained swords in their hands and surrounded by enemies.

"Wang Jiulang, you bastard, we agreed to work together to pass the test, but now you are betraying us. Aren't you afraid that the Taoist Master will kill you with a bolt of lightning?"

"Join hands? You even believe this, Zhao Yanlong, you are really stupid."

A disdainful sneer came from the crowd: "There are only so many places for the assessment granted by Wudang this time, and you and your stupid junior brother want to take two. Why?"

"You promised me!" Zhao Yanlong shouted with red eyes.

"I have promised you, but if you can't pass the test, you can't blame me. Go ahead, destroy them."

The evil wind blew through the forest, like the howling of mountain ghosts. The cold murderous intent followed the approaching figure, rushing towards him.

"I'll be in front and you'll be behind. The end of the test is right in front of us. Don't get entangled with them. Just rush through first and settle the score with them later!"

Chen Qisheng looked around coldly and made arrangements at a very fast pace.

Zhao Yanlong swallowed nervously and nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

"kill!"

A sharp scream exploded beside Chen Qisheng.

Chen Qisheng reacted very quickly. He stabbed the long sword in his hand directly into the man's stomach, knocking him down in an instant.

"rush!"

Chen Qisheng rushed forward first, and Zhao Yanlong followed closely behind him. When he found that the enemy had not completely fallen down, he immediately struck him with two more swords.

At the end of the mountain path, a memorial archway with the characters "治世玄岳" written on it can be seen in the distance.

But soon, the dense crowd of people blocked Chen Qisheng's view completely.

When they meet on a narrow road, it is natural that there will be a bloody melee.

The sounds of collision and screams intertwined and overlapped, echoing throughout the entire Wudang Mountain Road.

But in such a chaotic battle, even if Chen Qisheng was brave enough, it would be difficult for him to protect Zhao Yanlong from the surging enemy forces.

In a moment of carelessness, the two were separated, and Zhao Yanlong was left far away, surrounded by people.

clang!
The long sword in Zhao Yanlong's hand was chopped away by someone. He lowered his head to dodge a heavy punch, stretched out his hand to grab the left foot of the puncher, pulled him hard, knocked him to the ground, and punched him in the face.

Before he could even catch his breath, another strong wind blew in front of him. He tried to block it with his arms, but was kicked and rolled backwards.

His forehead hit the hard mountain road, and blood instantly spurted out like a column.

Zhao Yanlong, who had finally stopped rolling, picked up a dagger and swung it wildly, trying to force away the people around him. He finally gained a moment to catch his breath and stood up again.

At this moment, Zhao Yanlong's left hand was twisted into a twisted position. It was obvious that his bones had been broken by someone. The severe pain that penetrated deep into his bone marrow made his eyes go black.

There were shouts and screams in the distance, and Chen Qisheng's sword was as fast as a dragon, with no enemy in front of him that could match him.

As expected, he is my junior fellow apprentice. He is so awesome!

Zhao Yanlong gave a miserable smile, and his injuries were immediately affected, and his figure staggered.

But he clenched his teeth tightly, not allowing himself to make any sound.

This time, I can't drag down my junior brother anymore.

If it weren't for me, he would definitely be able to break out, pass the test and become the Daoxu of Wudang.

Sure!
As soon as the thought came to mind, another attack came.

A long stick came down on his head. Zhao Yanlong slightly turned sideways and let the stick fall on his shoulder with a crisp sound.

The Taoist holding the long stick was overjoyed when he saw this, and was about to swing the stick horizontally to smash Zhao Yanlong's head, but suddenly he felt a chill in his abdomen.

"Fuck your grandma's leg!"

Zhao Yanlong leaned over and rushed into his arms, raised his head, and knocked it hard on the opponent's chin. Then he roared, stabbed the opponent's abdomen with the dagger in his right hand, and suddenly exerted force with his shoulders, staring at the opponent and rushing to the steps.

"Go, Chen Qisheng, hurry up and don't block your brother's way!"

Zhao Yanlong's pupils were bloodshot and saliva was flying from his mouth, but he actually climbed several stairs carrying a group of people.

Chen Qisheng, who was still on a high place, heard the shout and seemed to really think that Zhao Yanlong was following closely behind him. The sword in his hand immediately emitted an even colder light, killing the person in front of him and causing him to wail.

Seeing Chen Qisheng advancing with unstoppable force, Zhao Yanlong's anger suddenly dissipated, his legs went weak, and he fell to the ground.

The Taoist priest, who had been used as a shield by him and hit by countless swords and knives, had already lost consciousness and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

"Haha... this cultivation is too tiring. I won't do it anymore. I won't do it anymore."

Zhao Yanlong turned over with difficulty, lying on his back, his chest heaving violently. His Taoist robe was covered with cuts from swords and knives, and a bloody hole had been stabbed through his left calf at some point.

"Although I was deceived this time, I should be able to look like a senior brother now, right? I think so."

Zheng!
The wind was whistling and there was a flash of sword slashing down.

The fear of death gripped Zhao Yanlong's heart tightly. The heroic courage he had just shown suddenly disappeared. He closed his eyes and screamed subconsciously.

"Junior brother!!"

Pfft!

The sound of the sword piercing the flesh made Zhao Yanlong tremble all over.

But the pain was unexpected and did not fall on him.

"Brother, next time if it doesn't work, let's shout earlier. Otherwise, it will be really tiring for me to kill them from above."

A teasing laugh sounded above his head. Zhao Yanlong opened his eyes and saw a smiling face covered with bloodstains.

"You little bastard, who asked you to control me?"

Zhao Yanlong shouted angrily, but his fingers that were grabbing Chen Qisheng's trouser legs were uncontrollable and could not be let go.

"You are my senior brother. If I don't take care of you, who will?"

Chen Qisheng grabbed Zhao Yanlong by the collar and lifted his body onto his shoulders.

"Hold on tight, don't fall down again this time!"

"Don't be silly, put me down now"

"go!"

Chen Qisheng roared, quickened his pace, raised his knee and rushed forward, actually leaping up with Zhao Yanlong on his back, smashing the chest of a man who was blocking his way with his knee, and pressing the man to the ground on the mountain path.

Boom!
The mountain road collapsed and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Chen Qisheng took a side step to avoid the attacking weapon, then slashed with his sword, cutting open a man's face.

The fallen corpse did not scare the surrounding enemies, but instead aroused even more ferocious murderous intent.

An entrance test allows for bloodshed and killing, and Wudang is the only Taoist sect in the world that allows that.

Only the old-school people in the Ming Dynasty could be so brave and courageous.

In this black and white world, we cannot see the scarlet blood, but we can clearly feel the pain of being stabbed by swords.

But none of these could stop Chen Qisheng.

If the sword in your hand is bitten off by flesh, then use your fist.

The tip of his fist pierced through bones and his fingers turned white, but he still didn't loosen his fist.

Fighting all the way, blood at every step.

Zhao Yanlong, who was lying on his shoulder, closed his eyes tightly and said nothing, but on his face, which was also covered in blood, two dirty water marks appeared without him noticing.

When the shouting and screaming in his ears stopped, Zhao Yanlong finally slowly opened his eyes.

The bright sunlight shone into his eyes, but he did not look at the glittering archway, but stared at the angular profile that was so close to him.

"Junior brother."

At the end of the mountain path, under the archway.

There is one last person blocking the way.

It was the culprit who deceived Zhao Yanlong, Wang Jiulang of Taiyue Temple.

The handsome Taoist priest, whose Taoist robe was spotless, held a floating sword in his outstretched palm. He was arrogant and looked proud, looking down at the blood-covered Chen Qisheng with indifferent eyes.

"Brother, hold on tight."

Chen Qisheng took a deep breath and grinned brightly.

"Junior brother, I will take you to the Wudang Mountain Gate right now!"

(End of this chapter)