Longevity starts from Yitian

Chapter 114 Wudang Dragon Elephant Delivers Books
This year, Xu Longxiang was 12 years old, and Xu Xiao decided to let him go to Beiliang Palace to meet two people in Wudang, a city with a high status in the Jianghu.

This little prince from Northern Liang was not only born in the Vajra Realm, but also grew faster than others. At the age of nine, he was no different from an adult man. In the following years, he neither grew nor aged, and maintained his status all the time. The young prince in his early twenties looks like an exiled immortal.

Xu Xiao, the king of Beiliang who has always been open-minded, wondered about this for a while, but soon he let it go, thinking: "Throughout the ages, it is inevitable that a big boy will be different. The Nezha in the myths and legends will not let Li Jing This father endured for three years before he finally conceived..."

My son Xu Longxiang has the talent of a fairy.

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Wudang Mountain has two pools, four pools, nine wells, eleven caves, 24 streams, 36 rocks, 81 towering peaks, five mile one nunnery and ten mile palaces, with exquisite red walls and green tiles.

With the Taizhen Palace located on Yuzhu Peak as the center, 81 majestic peaks surround it, and the stars arch over the moon, forming the world-famous spectacle of "81 peaks facing the big top".

Wudang was originally the leader of Taoism in the previous dynasty, and even Longhushan was inferior to it. However, the current Liyang Dynasty and Longhushan Tianshi have the same surname as Zhao, respecting the dragon and tiger and demoting Wudang, which makes Longhushan become a famous place. Taoist orthodoxy in today's world.

However, even so, Wudang, which has been silent for many years, should not be underestimated.

After all, the profound background of thousands of years is there.

On this day, two guests came to the "Xuanwu Dangxing" archway at the gate of Wudang Mountain.

One old and one young, one servant and one master.

The old one was carrying a long strip bag tightly wrapped in old cloth, with gray hair, and an old face wrinkled and covered with traces of time.

The younger one is in his early twenties, wearing a plain long gown, even though he is plainly dressed, he still deserves the saying "A man from Moshang is like a jade, your son is unparalleled in this world".

"Old Huang, in the next few days, there will be no meat to eat and no rice wine to drink. It's just a change of taste. I heard that Wudang's Taoist vegetarian food is a must."

When Lao Huang heard his son say this, his eyes were full of resentment, more pitiful than the girl Huang Hua who was molested by Xu Fengnian on Lingzhou Street.

How could Xu Longxiang bear this gaze, he hurriedly said: "Okay, Lao Huang, the big deal is to buy a few little Taoist priests and go down the mountain to buy you a few pots of rice wine."

Lao Huang chuckled, revealing his yellow teeth with the door wide open. He was so simple and honest, so ridiculous.

Xu Longxiang sent invitations to the Taoist priests guarding the mountain gate in Wudang, and the signature on the invitation was his pseudonym.

No one could have imagined that the Zhuoshijia son who brought the humble old servant to Wudang would be the 12-year-old little prince of Beiliang.

Xu Xiao used to think about what alias he should give Xu Longxiang to hide his real identity, so Xu Longxiang immediately picked up a pen and wrote "Ji Qinglin".

On Wudang Mountain, a young Taoist with an elegant appearance rode a green bull backwards out of the Little Lotus Peak, and soon after releasing the green bull, he went down the mountain in panic, heading straight to the foot of Wudang Mountain.

"The lottery is released today, it is not suitable to go down the mountain, it is not suitable to go down the mountain..."

The young Taoist priest couldn't stop chanting, when he met a white-haired old Taoist priest on his way, he called him "Master Uncle", but he didn't notice it for a while, and hurried past.

The old Taoist priest, who was over sixty years old, was very puzzled. Why did the uncle, who is usually amiable and calm, go down the mountain in such a panic today?

Could it be that there are tigers under the mountain?

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Not long after, Ji Qinglin saw a sneaky and familiar figure, hiding at the corner of Yuqing Palace, poking out a frightened head, and couldn't help laughing, "Don't worry, he didn't come."

The young Taoist came out feeling relieved.

The Taoist priests guarding the gate were shocked when they saw him coming. They didn't expect the head teacher to let him go down the mountain to meet the two guests in person. They quickly bowed and saluted, and said respectfully in unison: "Master uncle!"

The young Taoist priest called "Master Uncle" by all the Taoist priests, surnamed Hong and named Xixiang, although he looks young in less than [-] years, his seniority is as high as Yuzhu Peak on Wudang Mountain.

At the age of five, Hong Xixiang was taken up the mountain by the previous generation of Wudang masters and accepted as a retreat disciple.

From then on, Wang Chonglou, the head teacher of this generation, had one more Junior Junior Brother.

This young master-uncle who likes to ride green bulls upside down, although his seniority is high, he never puts on airs and is easy-going. He has a good reputation among the younger generations in Wudang Mountain. Everyone praises him for his good temper and profound knowledge. Elegant and exquisite.

Once there was a pilgrim who didn't know that Hong Xixiang was a Wudang master-uncle, so he completely regarded him as an ordinary little Taoist priest and asked him to carry his luggage. The pilgrim's luggage was carried to the top of the mountain.

Afterwards, many younger generations complained about his grievances, but the young master uncle laughed it off and said calmly: "He is our pilgrim from Wudang, so it is right to carry his luggage for him."

On Wudang Mountain, countless Hong Xixiang from the younger generation walked up to Ji Qinglin, still looking around, and cast a look at Ji Qinglin that you know I know the world: "He really didn't come?"

Ji Qinglin glanced back: "Really. I don't understand... You are a person who is determined to be the best in the world, what are you afraid of, a child of Gaoliang who has no strength to restrain a chicken?"

The young master-uncle from Wudang Mountain gave another look: "It's fine if you don't come, it's fine if you don't come... By the way, did you bring that one? I'm tired of reading it."

Ji Qinglin rolled his eyes at him: "Excellent."

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The two exchanged eyebrows, and the onlookers looked at each other blankly, wondering what kind of medicine the two brothers could sell in their gourds.

However, in the eyes of the Taoist priests, no matter what Hong Xixiang does, they will sincerely admire them. If they understand it, it is of course a superior demeanor.

In the end, amidst the puzzled and admiring expressions of the Taoists, their young master-uncle turned around and walked forward in a chic manner, leading Ji Qinglin and Lao Huang up the steps to Wudang Mountain with an inexhaustible spirit.

What they didn't know was that when the three of them arrived at a secluded place, in their minds, the young master-uncle who was second only to Wang Chonglou, the head teacher who broke the canglan with one finger of an immortal, did the first thing he did was turn around. Turning around, he asked Ji Qinglin for a new banned book with pictures.

Hong Xixiang took the book, glanced at it briefly, and immediately blushed and felt like a rabbit, he hurriedly took out a volume of Taoist classics with the cover of "Lingyuan Daoge" from his arms, peeled off the cover, and pasted it on the new book. Banned books with pictures.

The Taoist priests in Wudang Mountain probably never imagined that this young master-uncle who was praised by the head teacher Wang Chonglou as "the world's martial arts and Taoism will be shoulder-to-shoulder" is a Taoist who walks, sits, sleeps, eats and drinks every day. Classics, "Gold and jade are outside, and ruins are inside".

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I fell asleep, and there is another chapter that wakes up from sleep.

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