Under one person: If I let you refine your Qi, will you become an immortal?!

Chapter 193 Why don’t you laugh? Is it because you don’t like to laugh by nature? I have nothing left to lose!

At this moment.

Looking at the ancient peach wood sword in Li Muxuan's hand.

Everyone looked stunned.

No way, this plot is exactly the same as the magic weapon identifying its owner in novels and immortal biographies.

At first glance.

It's like waiting for Li Muxuan to come and get it!
Think of this.

Everyone couldn't help but look up to the sky.

To be honest, at this time, there will be some strange phenomena in the world, such as three thousand miles of purple energy, flowers falling from the sky, golden lotuses emerging from the ground, and the whole Wudang Mountain shaking violently.

There is no doubt that Li Muxuan is a perfect immortal!
Unfortunately there are none of these.

A person from another sect took the Zhenshan peach wood sword.

He had glanced at these outsiders casually before, and it seemed that they were brought here by Senior Brother Hong Yin.

Zhou Meng glanced at Li Muxuan complicatedly, and then quickly stopped a disciple not far away.

After all, the founder selected the person who would greatly promote Wudang.

"That thing is hundreds of years old."

"Go quickly."

"Senior Brother Zhou, you read that right."

"Quickly go to the Golden Palace and ask the master to come over. Tell me that the Zhenshan Peach Wood Sword has been taken away!" Zhou Meng said. Only the elders of the master can make a decision when the matter has come to this point.

Before this.

"Could it be that Fellow Daoist Li is the reincarnation of a banished immortal?"

He didn't know if the Taomu Sword of Zhenshan could Zhenshan, but it had been kept safely for hundreds of years. Countless people had tried but failed, and in the end, you took it away as soon as you came.

How should Wudang deal with itself?
Is it possible that Sanfeng Zhenren’s orthodoxy lies in Sanyi? !
Think of this.

This is like a drama in which Patriarch Sanfeng selects successors from generation to generation to inherit the Wudang lineage.

But I didn’t expect that he was here to get the sword!

But the method fellow Taoist showed just now.

Immediately, Zhang Zhiwei took the initiative and asked: "Old Li, what's going on?"

He didn't believe in the identification of the owner of the treasure or the inheritance of Master Sanfeng from generation to generation.

As long as someone wants to believe it is true, then it is true!
However, the problem also arises here. If Li Muxuan was a disciple of the Wudang sect, everything would look so beautiful, but he happened to be a disciple of another sect.

He really didn't understand.

It looks simpler than eating and drinking.

After knowing that the master was a low-key person, he rarely spoke in front of others and only chatted on the street.

"Yes Yes!"

Zhou Meng's eyes were extremely complicated for a moment.

If coupled with the prophecy that "Wudang will prosper in the future", with this sword alone, Li Muxuan could walk sideways in the Wudang sect, and few people would dare to stop him.

Does this legitimacy still need to be questioned by others?

Although he felt that Li Muxuan had the appearance of an immortal, it was more of an affirmation of his talent and character.

Hundreds of years of vision and experience.

But today's matter is somewhat mysterious.

But at this moment, he really couldn't help it!

This is very embarrassing.

After all, his family's three-five evil-slaying male and female swords have been kept in the door for thousands of years, and they have never heard of anyone actively recognizing them as the master. Only the successor of the Celestial Master is qualified to use them.

As for whether the prophecy is true.

Just as he was talking, the Wudang disciple looked towards the cliff. When he found the peach wood sword in one of the hands, he froze in place at a loss.

Not to mention seniority.

Zhou Meng quickly urged him.

at the same time.

But even so, Zhou Meng, a disciple of the Wudang Sect, couldn't help showing an expression of astonishment on his face when he saw his Mountain-Suppressing Peach Wood Sword 'recognizing its master'.

"The treasure is hidden deep in the mountains, waiting for the immortals to come and retrieve it. Of course I was attracted by the master's immortal appearance!" At this time, Xiaobai, who was standing on Lu Jin's shoulders, sounded extremely excited.

Zhang Zhiwei's eyes flashed with curiosity.

Knowing that this matter was no small matter, the disciple hurriedly ran toward the Golden Palace on the top of the mountain.

It does not matter.

Of course he understood that it was not a matter of choosing the owner of the treasure, but the choice and taking actually had little impact.

Choosing is nothing more than a fairy tale, while taking is proactive, but no matter what, the master has truly broken the restrictions left by the immortal!

"Xiaobai is right!"

Lu Jin immediately nodded in agreement upon hearing this.

Then he looked at Hong Yin, winked and said, "Fellow Daoist Hong, there is a successor to the inheritance left by Master Sanfeng. You should be happy. Why is there no smile on your face? Is it because you don't like to smile by nature?"

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Hearing this, Hong Yin suddenly felt like his heart was twisting like a knife.

this moment.

He would rather this was a dream, even if he went crazy and got lost in the interior!
That's when.

A calm and calm voice sounded.

"It's not that mysterious."

Li Muxuan glanced at Tao Mujian and said, "This is the test and gift that the real person left for the younger generations."

"Then how did you crack it?"

Zhang Zhiwei asked curiously.

“The exact principles are a little complicated and involve how quickly things change.”

Li Muxuan explained: "The speed of change of this mahogany sword is different from the world we normally live in. Although it seems to be in front of us, in fact, the only things that can be touched are the gaps caused by the dislocation of time and space."

"Any force exerted on this gap will only be returned intact to the person who applied it."

"Dislocation in time and space?"

A flash of light flashed in Zhang Zhiwei's eyes.

He doesn't understand Qimen Dunjia, nor does he understand what space-time dislocation and space-time gaps are.

However, from the words of fellow Taoist, he still captured some key information, "Old Li, according to you, do you have the means to change the speed of things changing, or to change the change of time?"

As soon as these words came out.

Everyone looked at Li Muxuan in disbelief.

A means to control changes in time?
Compared to identifying the owner of a treasure.

This sounds obviously more outrageous!

Space is okay, there are many methods similar to eight-door transportation, but time is different.

This is completely a realm that only immortals can set foot on, at least in their opinion. After all, so far, no one has ever heard of anyone being able to affect time!

"That's true."

Li Muxuan nodded and admitted that Luanjin Tuo was indeed a technique that could control the speed of changes in things.

But it can only be used in conjunction with Fenghou Qimen.

As a large family that has been passed down for thousands of years, the Zhuge family has included this spell, but because of insufficient prerequisites, it has been kept in the library and no one cares about it.

Li Muxuan constructed the spell after seeing it, but he didn't usually have the chance to use it.

It was just right.

Use it to break the restrictions left by Sanfeng Zhenren.

It has passed the test of a real person.

Just this gift.
Li Muxuan looked at the dusty mahogany sword in his hand.

Although it looks like a fire stick, when you hold it in your hand and the Qi machine is working together, you can still feel that the sword contains rich wood essence, which is considered an excellent magical weapon.

Especially when used to suppress disasters, avoid evil, control ghosts and eliminate demons, it is even more beneficial.

Peach wood is the essence of the five woods.

Nature belongs to Yang.

Because it has a restraining effect on evil spirits and evil spirits, Taoist disciples often use it when doing rituals and rituals.

However, peach wood can also be divided into three, six or nine grades. The higher the quality and age of the peach wood, the more powerful it is, and the one in my hand is undoubtedly the best.

At the same time, this sword serves as Wudang's most powerful treasure.

After hundreds of years of time, it has been worshiped by countless pilgrims and faithful believers, and it has its own majestic power of faith.

Let's say that.

This mahogany sword just sits there and doesn't move.

Ordinary evil spirits dare not approach.

Just thinking about it.

The peach wood sword, which was connected with the energy in Li Muxuan's body, ignited with white energy on its surface.

The next moment, as if it was tempered by fierce fire or soaked by blue waves, the originally gray appearance began to glow again. The sword body took on a deep luster, and several mysterious talismans also appeared on it.

Seeing this situation, everyone couldn't help but be surprised.

Hong Yin's face turned pale. Although the other party explained the reason, it is an indisputable fact that he passed the test of the ancestor.

It is natural that the Zhenshan Taomu Sword belongs to the other party.

However, if the leader were to pursue the matter later, he would definitely be involved. But when he thought that he was responsible for losing the treasure at the age of thirteen or fourteen, he had an inexplicable urge to cry.

That's when.

A dull voice sounded.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou, please keep this peach wood sword." With that, Li Muxuan threw the sword back.

"what?"

Zhou Meng hurriedly caught the peach wood sword with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Fellow Daoist Li, what do you mean?"

"nothing."

Li Muchuan said calmly: "This is the gift left by Master Sanfeng to the younger generations of Wudang."

"It was just acquired by Pindao. Pindao doesn't have the ability to hang it up again. But since it belongs to our ancestor, giving it to you can be regarded as returning it to its original owner."

Zhou Meng's eyes were instantly complicated.

"Fellow Daoist Li."

"Do you know what this sword means?"

"It doesn't matter to me."

"This"

At this moment, Zhou Meng looked at Li Muxuan, who had a calm expression in front of him. He had an inexplicable feeling that compared to the so-called Mountain-Suppressing Peach Wood Sword, the other party was obviously more important!

This is a very simple question.

That is, why do you think that the person who takes the sword is worth less than the sword itself?

The one who passed the test of the Patriarch was Li Muxuan.

Not this mahogany sword.

If this sword were to be used, it would be nothing more than multiple treasures to Wudang, but what would be missed?

Zhou Meng thought of the other party's method of controlling changes in things and his character that was not moved by the treasure. Without any hesitation, he took the initiative to hand the sword back.

"Fellow Daoist Li, if you use my principles."

"Even though this sword was left by the ancestor, he didn't explicitly say that it was left to the Wudang disciples."

"Since you are broken, it should be yours!"

"But I'm still junior, so I can't make the decision on this matter. I have to wait for the elders of the sect to make the decision."

"But before that, no one can find anything wrong with you holding this sword!"

Zhou Meng's expression was extremely serious. His instinct told him that Wudang would never suffer any loss if he made good friends with the other party.

"Row."

Li Muxuan was not pretentious.

This was not a show of making concessions, but he was just too lazy to argue with the Wu-Tang Clan over this matter.

After all, the magic weapon is not what he wants.

And at the same time.

Hong Yin saw his senior brother Zhou Meng's behavior. Although he was a little puzzled, he didn't say anything.

Now, he is so heartbroken that he just waits for the elders in the sect to come and get the stolen goods, and then he can pack his bags overnight and get out of Wudang.

Between thoughts.

A calm voice sounded in his ears.

"Fellow Daoist Hong."

"Didn't I tell you earlier that I was looking for your uncle? Please lead the way. I would like to learn Wudang swordsmanship."

Li Muxuan said, the Zhenshan Taomu Sword thing was just a sideshow to him. The fundamental purpose of coming to Wudang was to ask for advice on spiritual practice.

And heard this.

In line with the idea that if the most valuable treasure in the sect is dug out by someone else, what will happen if the master is beaten again.

Hong Yin snorted heavily.

"Hmph! Take it with you!"

My current self.

There is nothing left to lose!

Immediately, the group turned around and walked towards the daily practice place of Nanyan Palace.

At the same time, Wu Tianzhu Peak was at the top.

In front of a palace made of gilded bronze.

Two figures, one tall and one short, one old and one young, sat cross-legged on the futon facing each other.

"Can you remember everything I just said?"

"remember."

Zhou Sheng yawned and said weakly: "Qimen practice is the same as Tai Chi Jin."

“The key point is the word change.”

"Energy is ever-changing, and so is everything. The core of Qimen's way is to control the changes of others at all times, to use stillness to brake, and to remain unchanged in response to all changes."

"Well, that's quite right."

The short old Taoist nodded, then suddenly jumped up and punched his disciple on the head.

"But can you be more energetic, you evildoer!"

"There is no reason for a disciple to fall asleep when he is preaching! Did I not let you sleep at night?!"

"Yes, yes, my disciple realizes his mistake."

Zhou Sheng, who had eyebrows and an unlucky look on his face, rubbed his head, and then said with a rare serious expression: "But master, this strange magic requires not only calculating the layout of others, but also adjusting one's own position. It is really troublesome."

"My disciple feels that instead of remaining unchanged in response to ever-changing changes, we should passively accept changes."

"Have you ever taken the initiative?"

"For example, how can we take the initiative to control changes like the Tai Chi we usually practice?"

"Oh, control the changes?"

"The toad yawned loudly."

Even so, when faced with the disciple's question, the short old Taoist still answered seriously: "There may be such a method in the world, but only those who have the highest level of enlightenment qualifications and life cultivation can realize it."

"There may not be one such person in a thousand years."

"Don't even think about it."

"Be honest and down-to-earth, and finish the journey of humanity first. Don't think about whether these things are available all day long."

"Yes."

Zhou Sheng nodded lazily when he heard this.

He just asked casually.

As for whether you have it, and whether you can realize it all depends on fate, if it doesn't work, forget it.

He doesn't have any obsessions or ambitions, to the point where he has to do something. After all, it's so tiring. Instead of doing that, it's better to live the present moment comfortably.

But at this time, he saw his disciple like this.

The short old Taoist shook his head.

In fact, it depends on the character of mind.

This big monkey can definitely be ranked first in the Wudang Juniors, but he is too lazy.

While others are working hard, he is sleeping, while others are working hard to improve themselves. He is wandering around on the mountain on his donkey, trying not to embarrass himself in his practice.

"It would be great if my Wudang could produce a fairy seedling like Trinity Clan sometime."

"Why did Zuo Laodao happen to catch up with this good thing!"

Thinking of the recent rumors about Trinity's excavation, a bit of envy flashed in the eyes of the short old man.

But then I thought about it again.

Even if there is a fairy seedling, it still depends on whether it is suitable. If it is not done in the right way, it will be in vain. There is no need to envy it.

At this time.

A disciple ran over in a panic.

"What happened?"

Seeing this, the short old Taoist asked and said, "How do I usually teach you."

"Whenever big things happen, we have to be calm. As practitioners, we should guard against arrogance and impetuosity. If Mount Tai collapses in front of us, we will remain calm. Even if the sky collapses, panic will not help."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw this disciple say: "Master, something serious has happened!"

"Our Zhenshan peach wood sword was taken away by an outsider!"

"what?!"

The short old man suddenly stood up with an incredulous expression on his face.

For hundreds of years.

Can anyone really take that thing away?
Seeing this, the disciple continued to add: "It seems that Hong Yin brought someone here."

"what?"

The short old man was a little confused.

How could that stupid kid still accomplish such a feat?
(End of this chapter)