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Chapter 933 The Taoist priest rode a crane down to the south of the Yangtze River, Xu Xin waved his hand to kill the dragon pond

On the shores of the East China Sea, the news that Xu Xin defeated Wang Xianzhi and became number one in the world was widely spread, and it spread throughout the world as quickly as possible.

And on the same day, on Wudang Mountain, someone realized the "Way of Heaven" and rode a crane down to the south of the Yangtze River.

Today is the birthday of Emperor Zhenwu, the great god of Yujing. There is an endless stream of pilgrims going up the mountain to burn incense. Strangely speaking, since the bull rider took over as the headmaster, although there has not been any magical deeds like that of the previous headmaster Wang Chonglou, who cut off the river with one finger. , but the popularity of Wudang Mountain is getting more and more prosperous.

The Taoist priests who knew how to look at Qi in Wudang Mountain once looked from a distance and could vaguely see the rolling sea of ​​Wudang clouds, gathering in layers outside the seventy-two peaks, but they didn't know when or when they would accumulate thicker and thinner.

On this day, in the Zhenwu Hall of Taixu Palace in Wudang Mountain, a sheathed sword hanging under the eaves of Dagengjiao suddenly moved invisibly.

This sword has a great origin. It is Lu Zu's flying sword. It has not been unsheathed for five hundred years since the Wudang founder Lu Dongxuan became a feather.

But today, this ancient sword, which had been dormant for half a thousand years since Lu Zu became an immortal, was trembling like a dragon.

The sea of ​​clouds boils on the 72 peaks of Wudang, like 72 white dragons swimming towards the main peak, and hundreds of yellow cranes soar and circle around.

The vast number of pilgrims who flocked to the mountain for the birthday of Emperor Zhenwu almost simultaneously raised their heads to see this vision. I don't know who shouted "Emperor Zhenwu has appeared", and tens of thousands of fearful pilgrims knelt down and worshiped on the ground.

Jiangnan.

When tens of thousands of pilgrims see this scene, they feel as if they are in a fairyland, and it is even more silent. The Wudang Mountain is so huge that you can almost hear a needle drop.

"Xu Zhihu, I like you."

The autumn wind rises and the autumn leaves fall.

The young Taoist priest who had never walked out of the Xuanwu Dangxing Archway since he was a child went up the mountain. Today he finally had the courage to ride a crane down the mountain.

Who will cross the bridge when the water rises?
In the Zhenwu Hall of Taixu Palace, Lu Zu's ancient sword flew out with its scabbard and rushed towards the Little Lotus Peak along the water bridge hanging on the top of the two peaks.

On this day, a yellow crane arrived in front of the century-old Gui behind the temple and landed behind the beautiful figure in red.

On the Little Lotus Peak, a bull rider leaned against the Turtle and Camel Monument and murmured to himself: "Today's announcement means we should go to the south of the Yangtze River."

The Taoist priest rode a crane down to the south of the Yangtze River, just because the red dress once said that she wanted to ride a crane.

Therefore, Buddhism has eighteen hells, Taoism has various legends about slaying demons, not to mention Confucian methods of torturing people, everyone has an unclean side. To the common people in the streets and alleys, these things are the most shocking.

He looked dazed, pinched his fingers and calculated again. After a long time, he exhaled. He stood up slowly and reached out to touch the stagnant ancient sword. With a touch of his finger, the three-foot green peak was as clear as water, and the scabbard separated.

The Lord of the Big Dipper is dead, and Emperor Zhenwu is in charge of Wudang. Countless people in the North naturally trust him devoutly. Especially on this day, with the sea of ​​clouds rolling above their heads and the roar of yellow cranes in their ears, who wouldn't respect him as if he were a god?
Seventy-two peaks face the top, and twenty-four streams flow. The longest waterfall flows down like a divine aid, leading to the adjacent Little Lotus Peak where only a young Taoist practices the way of heaven. The waterfall is like a white line, running across the sky.

The peonies in Baoguo Temple are withering one after another. In the autumn season, there are still some century-old osmanthus trees to enjoy. The trees are old, have evergreen branches, and are fragrant.

The Hongxi elephant in a simple Taoist robe patted the dust, mounted a huge yellow crane, and headed south of the Yangtze River.

Ordinary people in the world, if you talk to them about the classics of saints, mysterious morals, and difficult Buddhist teachings, it will often be of little benefit and of little use. They will only like and be afraid of things that are simple and obvious.

"Believe it or not, I have liked you for seven hundred years."

"No one in this world has liked you longer than me. I will still like you in the next life."

On this day, Wudang headmaster Hong Xixiang rode a crane to the south of the Yangtze River and met Xu Zhihu in Baoguo Temple. "Actually, I don't quite understand why you didn't marry her back then?"

In the backyard of Baoguo Temple, a young Taoist priest dressed in red embraced each other. The beautiful maid next to him was fascinated and envious of this kind of love.

But suddenly a voice sounded, naturally disturbing the three people present.

"Huang Man'er, what's wrong with you?"

Xu Zhihu turned her head from Hong Xixiang's arms and saw that familiar figure. No matter in body shape or face, it was the younger brother she was familiar with, but his temperament was completely different. He just stood with his hands behind his back. It was like a peerless emperor in person, more powerful and domineering than the Northern Liang King Xu Xiao in her memory.

"Meet the young prince!"

Hong Xixiang bowed respectfully to Xu Xin.

"Forget it, you haven't answered my question yet."

Xu Xin waved his hand, walked to Hong Xixiang, stretched out his hand to hold the flying sword that followed him down to the south of the Yangtze River.

Lu Zu's flying sword trembled in Xu Xin's hand, as if he didn't want to be used by anyone other than his master. However, in front of his wife, Hong Xixiang dared not give face to his brother-in-law, so he could only use his flying sword aggrieved.

"The time has not come yet!"

Hong Xixiang replied with four words, and he could only use this word to explain.

"Timing? Is it really that important? I don't think so! As long as you have the intention, there is no time that can be a good time, like now."

As soon as Xu Xin finished speaking, he swung his sword in the direction of Longhu Mountain in the west of Shejiang River. Lu Zu's flying sword soared into the sky, and at the same time, two streaks of three-purple purple energy flew out.

"Both Zhao Huangchao and Zhao Xuansu were killed by you?"

"Are you going to wipe out the Taoist leader?"

Hong Xixiang looked at the two groups of three-purple purple energy and felt that it was very dazzling. The two "Tao heads" of the Longhushan and Liyang Zhao families who had cultivated to land gods were beheaded by one person in one day, and then he came Jiang Nan borrowed the sword and slashed it towards the Qi Lun Dragon Pond. This was very targeted at the Taoist sect!
"Isn't there another you?"

"As long as you don't do anything wrong, you don't have to worry about being killed by me."

Xu Xin smiled at Hong Xixiang, who had a stiff smile on his face. Although he was sure that he would not be a betrayal, the feeling of being threatened was really uncomfortable!
Just as Xu Xin and Hong Xixiang were talking, nine of the Luck Lotuses in the Dragon Pond of the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain swayed in an instant.

In the Tianshi Mansion Ancestral Hall, many tablets of the ancestors that had been worshiped for hundreds of years fell to the ground.

A middle-aged Taoist from Longhu Mountain was extremely angry. He looked at the Demon-Slaying Platform, glanced at the sword light on the horizon, and said sternly: "Hong Xixiang, no matter you are the reincarnation of Lu Dongxuan or Qi Xuanzhen, if you act against the will of heaven, you are not afraid of the heavens." Disaster is coming!”

However, in the next moment, two groups of three-purple purple energy came from the east. The nine golden lotuses of luck related to the Liyang Zhao family in the luck dragon pond suddenly collapsed, and the highest purple lotus bloomed in full bloom.

"Dream Chunqiu, have a good dream, the relationship between master and disciple, hahahaha..."

On the bank of Qinglong River, in Xiaoyao Temple, Zhao Xituan, the most senior Celestial Master in Longhu Mountain, suddenly had an enlightenment. He burst into laughter and couldn't even dream. When he woke up again, he was a land god.

(End of this chapter)