Duan Yu's Biography of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 129 Broken Mountain Formation
"A bitch from the Quanzhen Sect said, this is Broken Mountain!"

Everyone finally arrived in front of Broken Mountain.

But there was heavy fog and nothing could be seen.

The Shenjian Villa where Xiaoyao Sword Immortal is rumored to be located, as well as the ancient tomb, were not seen at all!

They watched carefully for a long time at the foot of the mountain.

Someone asked anxiously: "What is the name of that sissy from the Quanzhen School? Is what he said reliable?"

"The man calls himself Yin Zhiping. He is a direct disciple of Changchun Master Qiu Chuji. He is well-known in the world and should be reliable."

"In that case, let's look for it again. It seems that someone has set up a formation!"

One of them, a scribe in blue shirt, had an elegant and humble demeanor and was proficient in Yili.

Seeing such an abnormal scene here, he looked carefully and couldn't help stroking his beard and sighing:

"It's spring now, and this fog has come very strangely. Someone must have set up a formation on this mountain. They used the power of heaven and earth to hide their traces. What a generous move!"

"Is it the formation set up by Xiaoyao Sword Immortal?"

"That should be the case. It is said that Xiaoyao Sword Immortal, as a descendant of Emperor Duan Immortal, has extraordinary abilities."

"I didn't believe it before, but this time we are in trouble, why not go back?"

"Ah, Xiaoyao Sword Immortal is not easy to mess with! He can even tame the Western Poison Ouyang Feng, wouldn't we be beaten to the punch with our little ability?"

"You cowards, are you going to give up now?"

"Don't think everything is so difficult!"

"We are going to the ancient tomb to ask for the martial arts secrets of our sect, and we are not going to provoke him. What are we afraid of?"

"What kind of person is Xiaoyao Sword Immortal? How can he be the same as us?"

"makes sense!"

"Then tell me, how can we break this formation? We can't even find the ancient tomb anywhere."

"I'm from Laoshan Ma family, I know a little bit about Qi Men Dun Jia, let me try it."

The blue-shirted scribe stepped forward with a smile, eager to try.

It's hard not to be excited when encountering professional counterparts.

Everyone agreed. I heard that the ancestors of the Ma family in Laoshan had been Taoist priests, so they should know their business.

The blue-shirted scribe put his hands behind his back and began to break the formation.

"Follow closely, follow in my footsteps, don't be careless!"

After careful operation, everyone walked for several hours, but they kept spinning in circles.

Not only that, the fog was so thick that it was difficult to see the direction clearly.

Some people quickly became upset: "It's okay if we can't find the ancient tomb, but we can't even find the way back, right?"

The blue-shirted scribe smiled awkwardly: "No, no, no, I'll try again."

The next day, the sun rose.

This group of people sat on the ground, their eyes turned to the sky, full of despair.

After walking all night, not only could I not find Shenjian Villa and the ancient tomb, I couldn't even find the way out.

"The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and the direction is correct. Why can't I go out?"

The blue-shirted scribe squatted on the ground and drew circles, scratching his head.

The originally meticulous hairstyle was like a chicken coop.

"Master Ma, stop fussing, someone else has come in!"

There were about a dozen people on the other side, led by a dignified middle-aged man named Shen Yi.

He is dressed in dark green brocade clothes, with a straight nose and a square mouth, and a pair of bright red and phoenix eyes. He has a really good appearance.

"Master Yu, your Qingcheng faction is here too?"

The two sides exchanged pleasantries.

It's just that the group of people who came earlier were a little gloating about the misfortunes of those who came later.

They were trapped, and finally felt better when they saw someone coming to keep them company.

At this time, Broken Mountain was shrouded in night, and thick fog drifted like light smoke.

The bright full moon shone clear light, and through the heavy fog, I could barely see the road clearly.

"Daozhang Li, can you solve this formation?"

Headmaster Yu of the Qingcheng Sect looked with a majestic look on his face as he looked at a Haofa Taoist behind him.

Under the hazy night, Taoist Li holds the Buddha dust in his hand. The heaven is full, the earth pavilion is round, his eyes are bright, his spirit is strong, and he is better than the young people.

He didn't answer immediately. He stood in front of the broken mountain and looked up, his eyes shooting out a brilliant light.

Through the heavy fog, Daochang Li's brows furrowed unconsciously, and the more he looked at them, the tighter they became.

"What a mysterious Five Elements Formation!"

Daochang Li stroked his snow-white beard, took a few steps forward, left and right, and looked up.

Suddenly he squatted down again, picked up a dead branch on the ground, and wrote on the ground.

"Daozhang Li, don't try, it won't work." The blue-shirted scribe reminded him, and then shared his thoughts.

"This formation will change. The formation will be different at night and during the day."

However, Daochang Li turned a deaf ear and concentrated on what he was painting underground.

Seeing that the blue-shirted scribe still wanted to speak, Master Yu snorted coldly and reminded: "Do you know that Daoist Li came from the Shangqing Palace?"

"Shangqing Palace?"

The blue-shirted scribe was startled, then immediately shut up and took a few steps back angrily.

Shangqing Palace, one of the three mountain talismans, was granted a title by the emperor, and the head was a real person who was granted the title by the emperor.

The Taoist priests in the Shangqing Palace are all very arrogant and have a deep understanding of Taoism.

Unlike the Ma family of Laoshan, who used the name of the successor of Laoshan Taoist priests to look around for Feng Shui.

After some deductions, Daochang Li's expression was suddenly happy, sometimes distressed, sometimes cheerful, and sometimes confused.

His expressions were changing, but he didn't make a sound for a long time.

Headmaster Yu stood with his hands behind his back and looked around, without urging him.

He believed in Daochang Li's ability.

Look at the dozen or so people behind you. They are holding knives or swords. Their whole bodies are tense, their temples are slightly bulging, their eyes are shining, and their aura is intimidating.

Half an hour passed.

"The formation is broken! The formation is finally broken!"

Daochang Li, who had both beard and eyebrows white, smiled broadly, stroking his white beard and laughing.

Overjoyed, he couldn't help but admire: "The person who set up the formation must be an extraordinary person. The old Taoist admires him greatly!"

Master Yu's heart relaxed, and a smile appeared on Shen Yi's face: "Xiaoyao Sword Immortal is certainly brilliant, but Daoist Li's ability to break his formation is even more admirable!"

Taoist priest Li stroked his beard and smiled proudly: "It's easy to break the formation, but difficult to set up. The old Taoist is just lucky!"

He seems humble, but he is actually very proud.

It is rumored that Xiaoyao Sword Immortal is the descendant of the Immortal Emperor, but I can't see that!

Taoist priest Li Daozhang was a Taoist priest from the Shangqing Palace. He learned profound Taoist techniques, but he lived in deep mountains and deep valleys, isolated from the outside world, and devoted himself to studying various Taoist techniques.

The valley where he is located is naturally surrounded by formations, and ordinary people cannot see his shadow at all.

This time, Leader Yu of the Qingcheng Sect was able to invite him, but it was because his father had a relationship with him.Based on this friendship, I found Daochang Li.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for others to meet him, let alone ask for his favor.

Everyone felt relieved and smiled.

No matter what, just break the formation.

"Please, Master Li, please lead the way and let me wait for me to get out of this fog formation!"

Daochang Li nodded and grunted, strode forward, and took the lead into the thick fog.

Everyone quickly followed him and disappeared into the thick fog one by one.

"Follow Daochang Li's footsteps!"

As Master Yu spoke, he followed Daochang Li's footsteps and used his strength to leave a deep footprint.

Everyone cautiously stepped on the footprints one by one.

"Huh?" Daochang Li suddenly stopped, his face darkened, and he looked around.

Headmaster Yu could only stop, but he did not dare to move. He could only stand behind him and asked: "Taoist Master, what's wrong?"

"That's not good! The formation has actually changed!"

Daochang Li pondered, with a solemn look on his face.

The blue-shirted scribe laughed and said: "I have already reminded you that this formation will automatically change during the day and night!"

He felt that his strength was as good as that of the Shangqing Palace veteran.

"To shut up!"

Daochang Li snorted coldly: "What do you know? This formation does not change day and night, but changes every hour! And it responds to the sun, moon and stars!"

Everyone's complexion changed.

Especially the group of people who came earlier felt like they wanted to die.

They have been hungry all day and all night.

If there is a WeChat step count, it would be at least 20 steps!

"Can I trouble you, Master Li, to break the formation again?"

Leader Yu is not in a hurry and has great confidence in Daozhang Li.

I glanced at the sky and saw that the moon had moved from the center to the west.

Taoist Li stroked his long beard, looked around at the foggy and confused surroundings, and sighed: "This formation is too mysterious. It is the only one that the Taoist has seen in his life. It is not easy to break!"

Master Yu's expression changed slightly. If this was the case, it would be very bad.

He came all the way here, used his ancestral connections, and spent too much money to get to this point.

If you can't enter the ancient tomb to recover the Qingcheng sect's lost martial arts secrets, wouldn't it be in vain?
A group of people stood in the thick fog, either anxious or cursing.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Daochang Li. This matter was related to their life and death.

"It doesn't matter, the old man can only try his best!"

Daochang Li pulled hard on his long silver beard and sighed helplessly.

He squatted on the ground again and scratched the dirt with Buddha dust.

Horizontal, vertical and horizontal, criss-crossing, others can't understand it at all.

Everyone stopped cursing and did not dare to move, lest they fall into the formation.

Because there was a good man just now who couldn't bear the torture, so he ran back in anger, and then heard a scream.

Then there is no more.

About two quarters of an hour passed.

"it is good!"

Daochang Li suddenly shouted, his beard trembling with excitement.

For him, cracking a brilliant formation is more satisfying than anything else, just like a martial arts master who has mastered a set of magical skills.

"Daozhang Li, don't be too eager to be happy yet. How about we go out into battle first?"

Headmaster Yu ignored his composure and hurriedly stepped forward to persuade him.

Because an hour is about to pass, and if you can't get out of the formation, you will be trapped again.

"Yes, yes! Get out first! Get out first!"

Daochang Li didn't dare to show off anymore, swallowed what he was about to say, and took steps forward, his steps were like flying.

Finally out of the formation, the billowing fog seemed to be fading, like white snow meeting the sunshine.

In the blink of an eye, the thick fog dissipated, revealing a severed mountain peak.

"Broken Mountain!"

"This is the rumored Broken Mountain!"

Everyone was extremely excited and felt like crying.

Just like the Tang Monk who went to the West to seek scriptures and saw Lingshan after 14 years of hard work.

"Why did you come here?"

Everyone was looking at Duanshan when a lazy voice suddenly came from their ears: "I've been waiting here for you all night!"

Yang Guo sat on the big eagle and yawned.

People followed the sound, their eyes lit up, and they took a deep breath.

"Are you the Condor Man, a disciple of Xiaoyao Sword Immortal?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

Headmaster Yu said hurriedly: "I am waiting to find Xiao Longnu, the leader of the Ancient Tomb Sect. I am not offending the Divine Sword Villa. Please forgive me."

Yang Guo smiled: "Isn't it the same thing? This matter is still under my control."

"It's different, it's different. Master Yang, you are from Shenjian Villa, we are looking for the Ancient Tomb Sect."

"Why is it different?"

Yang Guo said: "Little Dragon Girl, the head of the Ancient Tomb Sect, is my master's wife. If you are looking for my master's wife, you naturally have something to do with me, and even more so with my master!"

"what?"

Before anyone could say anything, Yang Guo's figure flashed and turned into a white light, flashing through the crowd.

In the blink of an eye, his figure returned to the big eagle again.

The people on the opposite side stood frozen, with only their eyes moving, like dozens of lifelike statues.

In the blink of an eye, their acupuncture points were tapped by Yang Guo.

"Trespassing to Shenjian Villa without permission. You must stand at attention here for three hours. I will go back and take a nap first!"

Yang Guo snorted and disappeared in a flash, then appeared on the mountain path more than ten feet away.

Then it flashed again and was completely gone.

The big eagle tilted its head and glanced at the crowd, then chirped, spread its wings and soared into the sky, heading straight into the Shenjian Villa on the mountainside.

Looking at this group of people again, they all stood there like terracotta warriors and horses, wanting to cry but without tears.

Taoist priest Li considered himself a hidden master, and the Taoism he learned was authentic Xuanmen. He had his own magic method to forcibly unlock the acupuncture points.

But his face turned red due to his luck, and he didn't react at all. He still stood there upright.

(End of this chapter)