Comprehensive martial arts: Guarding Wudang, stopping Xu Weixiong at the beginning

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With the sword out, the sword is closed, and the sword continues to be released, the pure yang gong runs automatically, and there is no longer the feeling of swelling that it was at the beginning, and it seems that it may not be able to suppress the cultivation at any time.

With the help of the twelve-story white jade gong, from the outside to the inside, temper the muscles and bones, and expand the meridians.

When practicing the sword, it drives the pure yang true qi to operate, and the meridians of the whole body are crossed, passing through the acupoints.

The true qi is extremely smooth, and there is no place for congestion.

It is equivalent to forcibly raising the limit of the fifth level of Pure Yang Wuji Gong, and waiting for Lin Xuan to push his cultivation into the limit again and step into perfection.

It is the time when the water comes into the realm of Vajra.

The long sword was slashed out again and again, silently, without any true qi fluctuations, but each sword condensed the essence of the whole body.

The essence of the physique is also, the white jade skill is ninefold, the physique is improved, and the power of the sword drawing technique is naturally enhanced.

"It's autumn again."

Uncle Xiao was lying on the stool in the pavilion and couldn't help but sigh.

"You were never sad before, why are you sentimental now."

Lin Xuan quipped.

"My name is Shixing Dafa."

Uncle Xiao said: "If you don't believe it, I'll write you a poem right away." "

"Excuse me."

The young Taoist priest shook his head: "Your poetry and song are the same as my master and his old man, half a catty and eight taels, no matter what they are." "

"Is that an exaggeration?"

Uncle Xiao was dissatisfied.

Then he said: "Don't just talk about us, you yourself are similar, do you remember the first time you saw Xu Weixiong, you fought with her for nine rounds, and the result was eight defeats and one victory?" "

"I let her do it on purpose."

Lin Xuan said: "After all, she is the second county lord of Beiliang, if she loses too ugly, Xu Manzi will not be able to get over it." "

"Thick-skinned."

Uncle Xiao shook his head, no longer bickering, but continued to look at the picture in his hand.

Autumn is getting thicker, the mountains and rivers are condensed, the grass and trees are covered in frost, and the entire Wudang Mountain is shrouded in hazy mist.

The biting cold wind swept the dead branches and fallen leaves, floating all over the mountains.

At noon, the sky was covered with thick clouds, and a solar halo could be faintly seen, emitting a bright light.

But shining on the earth, instead of being warm, it adds a three-point chill.

A figure appeared at the foot of Wudang Mountain, stepped on the bluestone path, and slowly walked towards the mountain gate.

But he was a young monk, dressed in coarse linen clothes, with a string of large Buddhist pillars hanging around his neck, and two rows of ring scars on his bare head.

Holding a heavy brass rod in his hand, he carries a burden on his back.

He is about 20 years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a tiger's back and a bear's waist, extremely slender hands, and extremely stable between his steps, with a long breath.

raised his head and glanced at the majestic mountains, and muttered to himself: "After more than a month of trekking, I finally arrived at Wudang." "

The monk looked at the surrounding scenery curiously, but it was different from his own mountain gate, and it was even more deserted.

The stream is cold, tinkling, and the birds are crossing, shuttling through the clouds and mist, hovering among the cliffs.

There is a big river from the mountain, flowing straight down, under the Wudang Mountain, forming a river beach, although it is not deep, but at this season, the river water is cold and biting.

The monk stepped on the bluestone slab, stepped on the river beach, and saw the autumn water blocking the way, but he did not avoid it, and raised his legs to step up.

A strange thing happened, the young monk stepped on the water with both feet, did not fall a little, and walked smoothly across the river beach.

Turn around and walk towards the Wudang Mountain Gate.

The ancient road is verdant, the forest is lush, although it is late autumn, but the leaves on the trees still have a little green color.

The ground was covered with thick yellow leaves, and not far away, there were two persimmon trees, full of red lanterns, and even the branches were bent.

You can pick it with your hand, the persimmon is yellow, orange and orange, big and round, very cute.

When I walked a stick of incense, I vaguely saw a quaint mountain gate standing in the forest.

Moving on, the young monk saw a stone bridge, an ancient tree, a bamboo forest, a pavilion, and two young Taoist priests.

A Taoist priest was lying in a gazebo, seemingly looking at some book, with a bright smile on his face.

The other Taoist priest was standing under the bamboo forest, with a straight face, and was drawing his sword over and over again, connecting with extremely ordinary and boring swordsmanship.

At least in the monk's opinion, the swordsmanship practiced by this Taoist priest was too poor, and the only way to turn it over and over was to draw the sword and cut it out.

There is neither strength nor speed, nor has he changed his moves in advance or retreat, nor even his pace and posture.

Not to mention that compared with the disciples of the Warrior Academy, even if they are half-grown children, they can play well after learning swordsmanship for a few days, which is much more powerful than the swordsmanship of this Taoist priest.

The monk crossed the small stone bridge, walked under the willow tree, stopped in front of the stone tablet, held the long stick in his arms, and put his hands together and said: "The first empty seat of Shaolin King Kong Academy, the disciple Yuan Yan, came to Wudang to worship the mountain." "

However, no one responded, and the Taoist priest in the pavilion continued to read, but the smile on his face became more and more obscene.

The Taoist priest under the bamboo forest was also practicing his sword, as if no one heard him.

The monk had a slight anger in his heart, and said secretly: "Wudang has long been down, these disciples are still so arrogant, they don't take the poor monk in their eyes, if they don't show some skills, it doesn't hurt to underestimate the poor monk, and it is a big matter to lose the face of Shaolin." "

At that moment, he was going to give these two Taoist priests a little color, took a deep breath, his abdomen was bulging, and his dantian true qi was sent to his throat.

Make one of the 72 Shaolin stunts a lion roar.

"Shaolin disciple Yuanyi, come to Wudang to worship the mountain."

The true qi swept out, and the surrounding mountains and forests of the earthquake resounded for a long time.

"Worship the mountain, worship the mountain, what are you doing so loudly?"

The Taoist priest who practiced swords under the bamboo forest spoke, put the long sword into the scabbard on his back, and turned to walk towards the monk.

"Bring the name card."

Lin Xuan's tone was unhappy, Shaolin and Wudang have been old rivals for many years, and now that Shaolin people come to Wudang to worship the mountain, they naturally won't give a good look.

"Dare to ask the name?"

Monk Yuan suppressed the anger in his heart and asked.

"Wudang Sect Zhenren Wang Chonglou sits down as a disciple, Lin Xuan."

He pouted.

"You are Lin Xuan?"

Monk Yuan's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but look at the extremely young Taoist priest in front of him.

"It's like a fake."

Lin Xuan stretched out his hand: "Hurry up and bring the name sticker." "

Monk Yuan Yan took out a post from the monk's robe and handed it over, Lin Xuan opened it and checked it, it was indeed stamped with the mark of the first seat of the Shaolin King Kong Hall.

casually put the name card on the ground, and said: "You bald donkey, you are full, come to Wudang to worship the mountain." "

Even the title of bald donkey is used, which shows how unhappy he is.

Monk Yuan's face suddenly became gloomy: "The little monk heard that Wudang Wang Zhenren accepted a great disciple named Lin Xuan, I thought he was a young hero, so he came to learn martial arts, but he didn't think that he was also a stinky Taoist priest who was full of dung." "

"What are you talking about?"

Lin Xuan sneered: "Didn't you come here to settle my Wudang façade?" A bald donkey is a bald donkey, full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, and full of poisons in the bottom of his heart. "

"It's okay, since you bald donkey sent it to the door by yourself, you don't have to go to Shaolin for a run."