Immortality starts from eating melons in the cold palace

Chapter 138 This woman is from Jinwu Daojun
  "sister!"

"Don't talk nonsense?"

Xia Youyou's face showed a trace of deep embarrassment.

Her pretty face, as white as jade, turned into a burning cloud in an instant, with blood almost dripping from it.

"Yuyou, aren't you willing?"

"I……"

"I……"

Under Xia Wan'er's questioning, Xia Youyou lowered her head, knotted her slender jade fingers, as if they were as soft as if they were boneless, and made strange postures.

Seeing Xia Youyou's appearance, Xia Waner felt reassured.

Xia Youyou is not young anymore, she is already an old girl in Dazhou.

Normally when I would propose marriage to her, she would always use her brother-in-law as an excuse to refuse.

He said that he should learn from his sister and find a good man like his brother-in-law.

But where can you find high-quality stocks like Li Changsheng?

Xia Youyou's marriage was delayed for five or six years.

Find a good man like my brother-in-law.

Why not just go to your brother-in-law?
  "Yuyou, if you don't object, I will ask Master Zhiyuan to mention it."

"I...I listen to...my sister's arrangements!"

……

Wudang Mountain.

"He Fang Xiaoxiao!"

There was a loud shout and a sudden explosion in the night.

Immediately afterwards, a strong and round aura erupted on the top of Wudang Mountain.

This breath is continuous, like an overwhelming tsunami.

"As expected of Wudang!"

"Even if you are lonely, there are strong people standing by."

"This generation of Wudang ancestors has already half-stepped into the third level of Qi training."

Guo Rulan let out a soft sigh from her red lips.

The figure is agile and moving through the dense forest of Wudang Mountain.

"What a courage."

"The theft is on our Wudang head."

The ancestor of Wudang walked on the moon, and his Qinggong reached the point of perfection.

It was like a gust of wind blowing through the treetops under the night sky.

He chased Guo Rulan closely.

After several days of lurking, Guo Rulan got the Xuanwu Sect's inherited treasure from the Wudang Treasure House as she wished.

But when he left, he alarmed the Wudang ancestor who was retreating in the back mountain.

Only then did this chase under the night begin.

Feeling the pressure getting closer and closer behind her, Guo Rulan's beautiful eyebrows under her night clothes frowned.

"Ancestor Wudang, do you have to kill them all?"

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

"Hmph - little thief, you stole my Wudang treasure and you still want me to show mercy?"

"Your Wudang treasure? Ridiculous!"

"This is obviously the inherited treasure of my Xuanwu Sect. It was stolen by your Wudang Sect through clever means."

Guo Rulan's dissatisfied snort echoed on the top of Wudang Mountain.

The Wudang Patriarch's eyes were half-closed, his brows furrowed, a look of shock appeared on his face, and he murmured.

"The Xuanwu Sect still has successors?"

The ancestor of Wudang really didn't expect that the small sect that was wiped out by Zhenren Zhang would still have its inheritance alive.

When Zhang Zhenren founded the sect in Wudang Mountain, the Xuanwu Sect was already a small and unpopular sect.

Naturally, Wudang became the target of killing chickens to scare monkeys.

But I didn't expect that the beheading did not eliminate the root cause.

Among the descendants of the Xuanwu Sect, an innate warrior actually appeared.

This gave the Wudang ancestor quite a headache.

If it wasn't necessary, he really didn't want to offend the other party and provoke a strong enemy for Wudang.

"Junior, as long as you put down the treasure, I will pretend that nothing happened tonight."

"Haha - if you want the inherited treasure of my Xuanwu Sect, you can come and get it yourself."

Seeing Guo Rulan refusing to take any advice, the Wudang Patriarch's face was as gloomy as water.

"Junior, since you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with a drink."

"Then stay in Wudang Mountain tonight."

The right palm was shot out, and the fierce palm wind swept out
  It was as if a hurricane was blowing on Wudang Mountain.

The woods under the night made rustling sounds.

Guo Rulan turned around and faced each other with a palm. puff--

Terrifying power burst out from the palm.

Guo Rulan spurted a mouthful of blood, her face was as pale as paper, and even her steps were wobbly.

With just one move, Guo Rulan was already defeated.

The ancestor of Wudang, taking advantage of the victory to pursue, gathered his true energy in the palm of his hand, condensing a large white hand seal.

This white big handprint is so solid that it seems to be forged from silver.

He pressed fiercely against Guo Rulan's Tianling Gai.

The terrifying pressure came down like a mountain bearing down on top.

Facing the big white handprint of the Wudang ancestor, the unruly look in Guo Rulan's eyes did not weaken at all.

She turned over her right hand and took out a yellow talisman.

On the front of this yellow talisman, there is a golden crow painted, which is lifelike, as if it is coming to life.

After losing to the Wudang ancestor, Guo Rulan decisively used the trump card given to her by her master.

Injecting mana, the talisman is instantly activated.

Suddenly, a dazzling fire light burst out from the fire-sealing talisman.

Immediately afterwards, the Wudang ancestor felt an amazing aura rising from Guo Rulan's body.

Before the surprise on his face faded, he heard a chirp.

A crisp bird song echoed on the top of Wudang Mountain.

A golden firebird shot out from Guo Rulan's delicate hand.

In mid-air, it quickly grew in size.

Waves of heat waves swept across the top of the mountain.

There was a hot smell in the air, as if the woods all over the mountains and fields were about to be set on fire.

The terrifying aura that the Wudang ancestor felt was emanating from this firebird.

This golden flame...

In an instant, the Wudang ancestor thought of a rumor.

Taojun Jinwu!

This is the spiritual fire mastered by Jinwu Daojun!
  This woman is from Jinwu Daojun!

A deep fear crept into the heart of the Wudang ancestor.

The inexplicable death crisis echoed in his mind.

The Wudang ancestor is feeling depressed now. He just wants to greet all the eighteen generations of Guo Rulan's ancestors, regardless of gender.

You are from Jinwu Daojun, why didn't you tell me earlier?
  Isn't it just a turtle shell?
  They have been studying Wudang for a hundred or two hundred years, but they have not come up with anything good.

If you had revealed your identity earlier, this turtle shell would have been given to you long ago.

The ancestor of Wudang is now depressed and vomiting blood.

"Fellow Taoist, wait!"

"There is no need to fight and kill..."

Before the Wudang Patriarch could finish speaking, the Golden Crow Spiritual Fire swooped down and instantly drowned the Wudang Patriarch.

what--

A painful cry came from the golden flames.

This wailing lasted for only one breath before ending abruptly.

The Golden Crow Spirit Fire disperses!

The bones of the Wudang ancestor are gone.

After watching the Wudang ancestor die easily, Guo Rulan murmured.

"What was he just going to say?"

"who cares?"

"Let's go back to the capital first!"

Guo Rulan used her body skills and swept towards the foot of Wudang Mountain.

The death of the Wudang ancestor and the pursuers of Wudang Mountain were a great shock.

For a moment, everyone stopped.

Let Guo Rulan's figure disappear into the night.

No one dared to pursue him.

It wasn't until Guo Rulan completely left Wudang Mountain that everyone asked.

"Master, what should we do now?"

"What else can be done?"

"The ancestor is dead, and the world is in such chaos."

"First there is the Golden Crow Taoist Lord, then there are the Penglai Three Immortals, and not long ago there was the Plague Master."

"The world of Dazhou is in chaos!"

"From today on, Wudang is closed!"

(End of this chapter)