Wuxia: I Jigong, the beginning of the mud pill to save Lao Huang

I’m not in the mortal world, I’m a foreigner
Wudang.
After Wang Chonglou listened to what Master Daoji said.
I was filled with emotion.
The Son of Heaven and the common people are guilty of the same crime.
The world of Datong.
There is no more emperor.
But everyone is like a dragon.
If there is such a world, it will be a great blessing to all people!
Is this Master Daoji?
The word “Ji” refers to the people of Limin in the world.
I am afraid, only a person like Master Daoji can say such extraordinary words.
Among the people below, Hong Xixiang’s aura was constantly changing.
His aura became more and more astonishing, and the surrounding Wudang disciples noticed the change.
“What’s wrong, little brother?”
“It seems to have an epiphany again.”
“We couldn’t immediately comprehend what Master Daoji said. I didn’t expect that the younger brother would actually be able to comprehend it.”
After Wang Chonglou saw Hong Xixiang’s change, a knowing smile appeared on his face.
Hong Xixiang realized something.
Don’t ask the fairy, just ask yourself.
If you are afraid in your heart, you will trap yourself.
Then, have you also fallen into the confinement set for yourself?
Originally, it was enough to beg oneself.
But he kept putting pressure on himself.
Constantly want to pursue this world first.
In this way, instead of drawing the ground as a prison, he would cut off his arm.
I am always worried about when I can reach the number one in the world and when I can go down the mountain.
It was himself who trapped himself.
Hong Hee-sang seems to have fallen into a deep dream.
Fragments flashed through the dream.
A scene of one person and one sword, slaying the infinite powerhouse.
There was also Xu Zhihu’s red shirt flashing in front of him.
And the next second.
The dreams disappeared again.
Above the sky, a sea of ​​clouds surged, and bursts of purple clouds appeared and disappeared.
It seems to correspond to the current state of Hong Xixiang.
Like an epiphany, but also like confusion.
Seeing this, Li Xiuyuan smiled and said, “It seems that you are still one step away, that poor monk will help you.”
As he spoke, he held a palm fan, flashed to Hong Xixiang, and fanned it at will.
Under this fan, other people did not feel any changes.
But Hong Xixiang only felt that the imprisonment in his mind that could not be broken through was instantly shattered.
The fog that was impossible to see through in front of him at first dissipated in an instant.
in an instant.
A flood of memories flooded his mind.
It turned out that he was Hong Xixiang.
He is also the Taoist Lu Zu five hundred years ago, and his fighting power is unmatched.
He was still Qi Xuanzhen in Longhu Mountain fifty years ago, and he was the same for the first time.
Seven hundred years of cultivation, but not soaring, not envious of immortals.
Just to wait for a red dress.
He is Hong Xixiang.
When he was five years old, he was taken to Wudang Mountain by the incumbent Wudang headmaster.
He and Wang Chonglou, who broke the river with two fingers, became brothers.
He is the youngest patriarch who has left Wudang for decades.
Moreover, he is still cultivating the Supreme Heavenly Dao.
There is hope that both in the way of heaven and the way of swordsman will reach the level of perfection.
Was placed high hopes by Wudang.
I vowed not to be the best in the world and not to go down the mountain.
But he doesn’t like to practice, he just rides a bull and reads books every day.
What I do every day is fortune-telling.
A small calculation a day, a middle calculation in a month, a big calculation a year.
Calculate when he can go down the mountain.
But since he cultivated this heavenly way, there has not been a day when he did not retreat.
Before the last Wudang headmaster died, he was uneasy, and he even set a rule for him.
But at this time, Hong Xixiang, without the slightest force, was doing trivial things in the mountains all day.
There is no need to work hard to cultivate and become the number one in the world.
He said that he did not know what the Dao of Heaven was.
After meeting twice, the red-clothed married Jiangnan.
He still remembers what the woman said.
“I really want to ride a yellow crane.”
On that day, he told Wang Chonglou that I like Xu Zhihu, but I also like Wudang. If I can’t become the best in the world, I won’t go down the mountain.
Wang Chonglou said, “I’ve suffered for you.”
Hong Xixiang said: “I’m not suffering, I’m just worried that you put all your hopes on me, but what should I do if I can’t become the number one in the world?”
Wang Chonglou smiled and said, “Be yourself with peace of mind. The master’s vision is not wrong. You will be the number one in the world in the future. When you go down the mountain, you will have a better view.”
Hong Xixiang said, “Okay, I’ll be number one in the world.”
As the saying goes, I don’t practice the Tao, the Tao comes by itself.
This is the way of Hong Xixiang.
On this day, Hong Xixiang has realized.
Step into the land fairy.
Rumble!
On Yuzhu Peak.
Suddenly a dragon roar sounded.
A fairy sword flew out with a trembling sound.
Everyone exclaimed.
This is the sword of Lu Zu, the Taoist sect.
It has been unsheathed for five hundred years.
The sea of ​​clouds on the seventy-two peaks surged, and endless Dao sounds played.
The clouds and mists are like white dragons.
Hundreds of yellow cranes hovered in the air.
The flying sword of Lu Zu flew to Hong Xixiang’s side in an instant, like an old friend seeing each other again, happy.
Wang Chonglou sighed with emotion, “Little Junior Brother is finally here!”
Hong Xixiang walked towards Daoji, and Lu Zufeijian naturally suspended behind him.
He sighed a little: “I swear I won’t go down the mountain if I can’t be the number one in the world, but with you here, I’m destined to not be the number one in the world.”
Li Xiuyuan just smiled and said, “I am not in the mortal world, I am an outsider.”
Hong Xixiang nodded and said, “So it is.”
He calculated the fortune and lifted the sign, raised his head and said, “Today, it is advisable to go down the mountain.”
…
Daming Wudang.
Hundreds of years have passed since Zhang Sanfeng founded Wudang.
Usually he has closed down and doesn’t care about foreign affairs.
The head of Wudang was actually held by Song Yuanqiao, the head of the Seven Heroes of Wudang.
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At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng, who was retreating in the back mountain, suddenly opened his eyes and looked in the direction of Dali Wudang.
“Lu Zu re-enters the land of the gods, the fairy sword dragon roars, and the yellow cranes come together.”
“Wudang is booming.”
Everyone in Wudang also looked in the direction of Dali Wudang from a distance.
I saw the sea of ​​​​clouds surging, as if a divine sword was born, and an immortal appeared in the world.
“Is this someone from Daming Wudang breaking through?”
“Such an amazing movement.”
Song Yuanqiao, as the head of Wudang, looked at it from a distance and was still shocked.
Thousands of miles away, it is still so clear that it is like the moon hanging in the air.
What kind of strength is a breakthrough person?
…
Ming dynasty.
Zhu turned around abruptly, ignoring the direction of Dali Wudang.
“This sword energy. Such power.”
“Could it be Lu Zu’s reincarnation?”
…
Zhao Gao suddenly raised his head.
Above the sky, clouds and mists gather like dragons.
Above the Kyushu, many fortunes converged towards Dali Wudang.
“Someone has broken through the land fairy again in Dali.”
…….