From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

In Beiliang, at the foot of Mount Wudang.

The convoy entered Liushu Town and booked several inns.

A crow flew from the direction of Jizhou and landed on someone's shoulder in a swagger. If the Qigong practitioner in the Tianxiang realm was serious, it would not be difficult to accurately locate a team of hundreds of people.

"The governor and Wei Jingtang have arrived at Hengshui City. The former must have been secretly informed that you destroyed the Han family. Although he cooperated in every aspect, he has been ambivalent. Wei Jingtang, on the other hand, has the same bad temper as always. He said that the Fenwu Army only needs to guard the border and other things have nothing to do with him."

"Let him go. It was a promotion after all. If the food, fodder, weapons and soldiers are not outrageous, they will be transferred to Silver Harrier on schedule."

Jiang Yuan said: "This little thing is not worth your trip."

The crow flapped its wings. "Two great generals died in the Western Chu battlefield. On New Year's Eve ten days ago, Cao Changqing ordered the young general Xie Xichui to advance and break through the central army camp of the Southeast Protectorate in one fell swoop. The 70,000-man Liyang army was defeated. Cao Changqing went from being a Confucian to a tyrant and entered the level of a celestial being on land. But the news is too bad. The Imperial Astronomical Observatory has been suppressing it desperately. The military evaluation plan will verify the news in two days and re-record it. Cao Guanzi is expected to squeeze out your third place. The martial arts world has never been so lively before."

Jiang Yuan remained noncommittal, as the martial arts evaluation was just a trivial matter. The person who finalized the martial arts evaluation was named Xie Guanying, the patriarch of the Xie family, one of the top ten wealthy families in the Spring and Autumn Period. His killing power was not worth mentioning, but his realm was very high. He was a qigong practitioner at the level of a celestial being on land. In recent years, he had been capturing dragons from Shu. He took a fancy to Chen Zhibao from Beiliang and assisted him, helping him to skip the celestial realm and be promoted to a terrestrial immortal through Confucianism and Taoism.

Cao Changqing's transformation from a Confucian to a tyrant, judging from his destiny and luck, was not only due to the great victory in the battle that destroyed the Southeast Protectorate, but also had something to do with the fact that he walked shoulder to shoulder with those who came after him and narrowed the road. When he stepped into the hegemony, the share of Confucian luck was left vacant.

Jiang Yuan pondered for a while. The quota did not fall to him, a half-step Confucian sage, which meant that someone was ranked higher than him. It could only be Xuanyuan Jingcheng, a scholar from Huishan.

"In addition, a great devil has been born in Northern Mang. Huang Baozhuang of Qijian Yuefu was born with two phases and coexisted with an ancient being. That guy now calls himself Luoyang, who has the same name as the Queen of Great Qin. He defeated Hong Jingyan and went on a killing spree in several states. Now he is being hunted by Tuoba Bodhisattva and has fallen into the ancient tomb of Fengchao." said the crow.

After Daqin was Dafeng, whose founding emperor was Chen Zhibao's previous life, followed by Chunqiu and Liyang.

In this world, if the soul does not disperse after the death of the physical body, there is a chance that it will be reincarnated. Once it is awakened, it can still remember the past. The higher the realm in life, the harder it will be to awaken in the next life. At the same time, many people believe that after reincarnation, they will no longer be the same person as before. If the soul is scattered, naturally everything will be empty and completely destroyed. Therefore, someone has never minded completely wiping out the enemy to avoid endless troubles in the future.

The Impure Army entered the inn to rest, while Jiang Yuan and Zhao Ningshen went out to climb the mountain.

Wudang Mountain has eighty-one peaks, seventy-two streams, and a large number of caves and springs, with magnificent scenery.

The old head monk, Wang Chonglou, practiced the Taoist method of Dahuangting, and his achievements are comparable to those of nature. Now he has reached the celestial realm. Dahuangting, as the top health-preserving method, can make one's whole body full of endless Qi, forming five cities and twelve towers in the body, achieving the great mystery of Dazhi. The lifespan can be as long as four generations in the human world, and the Qi is as deep as the abyss.

But the old master's kung fu was practiced for the Prince of Beiliang, in exchange for the support of the King of Beiliang for Wudang. The acupoints and meridians were in line with the prince's, so he was missing the key steps of the Five Cities and Twelve Towers and could not become Dazhixuan. He could only enter the Tianxiang realm. The result was an alternative fall. Despite this, he could still perform the feat of cutting a river with one finger.

In addition to the old headmaster, Wudang also has Yu Xingrui and Wang Xiaoping, two people who are at the Zhixuan realm, with profound cultural heritage.

As the two climbed the mountain, Zhao Ningshen saw someone changing into a gorgeous dragon robe. He couldn't help but be surprised. The fact that he had violated the rules was not the main reason. The main reason was that this Duke of Ji, who usually didn't care about anything, seemed to have shown some interest. In terms of realm, it seemed that he was one level higher than the other.

"The Duke."

Zhao Ningshen suddenly looked forward and saw the figure of his junior fellow sect leader Yu Xingrui getting closer and closer.

“Since it counts as two attacks, even if Lu Zu blocks your way today, you can still meet Wang Xiaoping.”

Zhao Ningshen clasped his fists.

The old man stopped on the mountain road and didn't even look at the most outstanding Taoist priest of the time in Mount Longhu.

"Your Excellency the Duke, this secluded place of retreat cannot withstand your noble demeanor." "Don't seek death. According to some old almanacs, I have never had a good impression of this mountain." Jiang Yuan said calmly. In another world, he was the great uncle of Wudang's Grand Master and the junior brother of the Sect Leader. The strict and formal Taoist tradition was by no means something that could be treated equally if the names were the same. On the contrary, this situation was tantamount to a dispute over the Tao. There was only one Tao, and there could only be one immortal mountain in the world. In the secular world, it was like avoiding the emperor's name in a book copy.

The old man refused to give in.

"Let them come up."

A mellow voice sounded, it was Wang Zhonglou.

"Senior brother." The old man said anxiously.

"Wudang has swords, Xiaoping is not necessarily inferior to others."

The old man was silent for a while, then stepped aside to make way.

The two continued to climb the mountain.

On the top of Wudang Mountain, green peaks and green water complement each other.

A middle-aged Taoist priest was shuttling between rocks. His lightness skill was far beyond the description of walking on snow without leaving any trace. He had a gaunt face and had been silently practicing sword skills at the Big Lotus Peak for fourteen years.

Wang Xiaoping landed on the bluestone slab on the top of the mountain. This was where the disciples usually practiced martial arts and learned swordsmanship.

The old headmaster, Wang Chonglou, had white eyebrows that reached below his knees, and he looked like an immortal, but he seemed a little apologetic at this moment.

"I don't know who has been causing chaos in the world for the past six months. Many major events are very different from the original expectations. This time, Zhao Ningshen's climbing the mountain is another extension. The chaos has engulfed Duke Ji'an. As for why this third-ranked person in the world is willing to go deeper, I don't know."

"Master... you have worked hard." Wang Xiaoping spoke, his voice hoarse and even a little stuttering. Since he had to draw the sword, he had to stop the Buddhist method of keeping silent. He himself couldn't say to what extent he had cultivated his sword over the years. It could not be said that he had failed, but he felt a little regretful.

The old master felt even more ashamed when he heard this.

A quarter of an hour later, they reached the top of the mountain.

Zhao Ningshen first bowed respectfully to the old Taoist priest, then looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest opposite him.

"It's not that the younger generation is trying to make things difficult for us, but your sect has sided with Beiliang. I won't waste my words on the affairs of the court and the local areas. Under the general trend, we are all helpless."

"This day has gone as expected." The old headmaster nodded. Since Wudang has sided with the father and son, it is reasonable for the court to suppress them. This is probably why Lord Ji'an showed up.

"Senior, we all have our own reasons, and all our arguments are on the sword. If you are dissatisfied, you should ask the sword. I came here today to decide who is better and who is worse, and to decide life and death."

Zhao Ningshen drew out the sword of his master from behind him, and Wang Xiaoping also held the world's number one talisman sword Shentu.

(End of this chapter)