I, Master Jiejiao, join the chat group

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head.

"Then does the old god have any magical weapons, even if the kid can't practice, he can use them for self-defense?"

Hearing Zhang Sanfeng's words, Zhou Hexuan asked again unwillingly.

"Well, there is."

Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard, nodded and said.

After he joined the chat group and stepped into the way of cultivating immortals, the Wudang School also became the sect of cultivating immortals.

Some people in the sect specialize in alchemy, some in refining weapons, and some in magic formations and other arts of cultivating immortals.

As the Supreme Master, Zhang Sanfeng kept some basic pills and magic weapons in his hands.

"Then... can the old god give me some magic pills for self-defense?"

When Zhou Hexuan heard this, he immediately became excited, and said, "After Chu Yupu dies, I will definitely be implicated, boy, and I am afraid that one day he will die for no reason."

"Well, what you said makes sense."

Zhang Sanfeng nodded slightly, and took out a small jade bottle and a cassock from his ring.

"Here, there are ten pills of Baicao in this bottle, which can heal wounds, but are not solid. If you eat them, you will be healthy and all diseases will disappear."

"You recognize the owner of this cassock with blood, and it will automatically protect your safety. Even if you are hit by a gun, you will be safe and sound."

Handing over the small bottle and cassock, Zhang Sanfeng introduced it.

"Hey, okay, thank you, old god, thank you, old god!"

Zhou Hexuan's eyes lit up when he heard it, and he took it with great excitement.

The bottle was a white jade bottle, only the size of a palm, and it felt cool to the touch, which made him even more amazed. Even a bottle of panacea was not a mortal thing, it really was an old god, a cow.

As for the cassock, it looks like a palm-sized inner armor, and the specific material cannot be discerned.

Pulling off the bottle cap and taking a look, there were ten brown pills the size of peanuts inside, Zhou Hexuan poured out one and ate it.

A hot current surged in his body and flowed all over his body. Immediately, he felt that his whole body was much stronger, and the discomfort in his whole body disappeared.

Zhou Hexuan carefully plugged the jade bottle, then picked up the cassock, bit his finger, and dripped blood on the cassock.

"call out...."

A light yellow light flashed from the cassock, and it automatically landed on Zhou Hexuan's body.

The light faded away, and the cassock disappeared, but he could feel a strong sense of security.

"The old god is so kind, the boy has no teeth to forget!"

After Zhou Hexuan put away the jade bottle carefully, he solemnly bowed down to Zhang Sanfeng to express his gratitude.

"Well, the old man just hopes that you don't write about the old man's disciple as cowardly next time."

Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard, and after receiving a gift from him, he said leisurely.

"Ahem, this is because the kid didn't think carefully. After going back, the kid will definitely revise Yitian's plot."

Zhou Hexuan showed embarrassment, as if he was caught stealing his wife on the spot.

"That's not necessary, it's done, and further revisions are nothing but superfluous."

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and refused.

"Then... if the kid has a chance to publish the full version in the future, I will revise it again."

Zhou Hexuan thought about it for a while, and it is currently a serialized version, which has not yet been officially published, and will be revised when there is a chance.

"As you like."

This time, Zhang Sanfeng did not refuse any more.

"Okay, the old way has to go, you go back."

After achieving his goal, Zhang Sanfeng decided to go to Huaxia to take a good look around, and take a look at the Wudang faction in this world, what is going on now.

While speaking, he drove the auspicious clouds and slowly returned to the ground.

After sending Zhou Hexuan back to Chu Yupu's small mansion, Zhang Sanfeng left.

After leaving Tianjin, Zhang Sanfeng went all the way south, traveled around the country and visited famous mountains and rivers.

Mount Heng, Mount Wutai, Mount Taihang, Mount Hua, Mount Zhongnan, Mount Taibai, Mount Shaoshi, Mount Laojun, Mount Wangwu, Mount Kongtong, Mount Mingsha, Mount Qilian, Mount Kunlun, Mount Riyue, Mount Liupan, Mount Helan and other famous mountains; Throughout the Yangtze River, Wujiang River, Nujiang River, Xiangjiang River, Ganjiang River and other famous rivers;

Wherever you go, where you play, hang around!

Wash away the lead, sublimate the soul, let go of the troubles of the world, and sublimate the soul.

The cultivation base is still the same cultivation base, but the realm is different.

If you say that you used to see mountains as mountains and water as water: you see mountains as mountains, the realm of ordinary people, greed, anger, love and arrogance, people and me right and wrong, wandering life and death in the five desires and six dusts, seeing color and lust, being addicted to circumstances, being entrapped by material things Confused by phenomena, led by the nose by the outside world;

Well, he has now reached a deeper level, seeing mountains are not mountains, seeing water is not water: seeing forms with eyes is not distracted by color dust, hearing sounds is not distracted by sound dust, enjoying the inner deep meditation;

There is no earth below, no sky above, no waves in water, no smoke in fire, no sway in ears when listening to dust, and nothing in eyes and forms;

The strength has not increased, the physical fitness has not become stronger, what has changed is the spiritual realm and the control of strength;

Realm is something that cannot be seen, touched, or figured out.

Saying it is useful and useless, saying it is useless is also useful;

Realm is not experience, it does not mean that if you live a long time, you will have a high realm, that is a joke;

Some people live to their seventies and eighties and still can’t see through it, can’t pick it up, and can’t let it go;

And some people have seen through the world of mortals in just two decades.

On this day, the summit of an unnamed mountain.

Zhang Sanfeng sat cross-legged on a big rock, looking from a distance, he looked like a stone statue.

I do not know how long it has been.

"Crack..."

In the dark, a soft sound came out.

"Ha ha...."

Zhang Sanfeng looked up to the sky and let out a long laugh, exuding a quiet, natural and harmonious charm from his whole body.

Without using any elixir, he naturally broke through to the ninth-level land fairyland!

When floating a big white!

While thinking about it, Zhang Sanfeng took out a wine gourd and drank it in big gulps.

"There is no root tree, the flowers are secluded, who will give up if you are greedy for glory; floating things, a boat in a bitter sea, you can't come and go freely; there is no limit and no shore, it is difficult to moor, and you often swim in dangerous places; if you are willing to look back, it is the shore, Don't wait for the storm to break the boat..."

Immediately, he sang "Rootless Tree" loudly, and strode away from the nameless mountain.

Take one step, it is thousands of miles away, so close to the world, nothing more than this.

After three breaths, Zhang Sanfeng stood at the foot of Wudang Mountain.

He looked up at the mountain, and there were palaces and palaces on the majestic mountain, and Taoist priests in Taoist robes were busy.

It's just that these Taoist priests are just pure Taoists who don't know martial arts or national skills, and can only meditate and chant scriptures.

"Huh? So it is."

The smile on Zhang Sanfeng's face gradually disappeared, he counted his fingers, and he understood.

Since the end of Ming Dynasty, Wudang has declined.

In order to prevent Wudang from being targeted by the Qing court, the head of Wudang forcibly split Wudang into Taiyi Tiesong Sect, Taiyi Shenjian Sect, Zixiao Xuanzhen Shenshen Sect, Songxi Sect, Qingxu Sect, and Longmen Sect , Zhengyi faction, Xuanwumen and other more than 20 branches.

After handing over the inheritance of Wudang to the disciples and taking it out of the mountain, Wudang closed its doors and kept a low profile.

Those who are still on Wudang Mountain today belong to the Wudang School.

What's funny is that other branches are developing in full swing, but this faction has not fallen.

There are only about [-] Taoist priests on the mountain, who make a living by farming, growing vegetables, and practicing Taoism. They are isolated from the world and ignore the world.

Zhang Sanfeng stepped forward and arrived in front of the Zhenwu Hall in an instant.

Looking at the statue of Sanqing in the main hall, it is exactly the same as it was hundreds of years ago, but it has gone through the baptism of time and become dilapidated.

"Hey....."

Zhang Sanfeng sighed softly.

"who?"

This sigh immediately attracted the attention of Wudang Taoist.

Soon, an old Taoist priest appeared in front of Zhang Sanfeng and asked tremblingly.

"Veteran Zhang Sanfeng!"

Gently flicking the whisk in his hand, Zhang Sanfeng said lightly.

A burst of magic power fell, and the old Taoist priest in front of him immediately glowed with a second spring, his hair turned black, and a burst of vitality surged in his body.

"what....."

There was a surge of vitality in his body, and the old Taoist felt as if he had returned to 50 years ago, and he seemed to be in the warm spring land.

Every cell, every organ, even the fur is cheering, floating in the air.

This feeling of life transition is simply the most wonderful thing in the world!

"No. 20 fourth-generation disciple Yiming, pay homage to the patriarch!"

Finally, the vitality sank into the depths of his body, the old Taoist wept with joy, immediately fell down on his knees, and bowed down to Zhang Sanfeng.

This is the current head of Wudang, Daoist Yiming, aged 79, is the fourth generation disciple of Wudang No.20.

Among his brothers and sisters of the same generation, there are still four old Taoist priests, Yiyou, Yixuan, Yiyun, and Yishan, who are still alive, and the others are all dead.

"Get up, call all the disciples of this faction to the Zhenwu Hall, and the old Taoist will teach you the immortal law!"

Zhang Sanfeng flicked his whisk and stepped into the Zhenwu Hall, a distant voice came to Yiming's ears.

"Yes, the disciple obeys!"

Yiming stood up and replied respectfully.

next moment.

The bell on the top of Wudang Mountain rang "Boom, Boom, Boom".

The bell rang nine times, and the ancestor returned!

Chapter 151 After more than a hundred years, go to Wudang Mountain

Zhaohua is perishable, and it will be a hundred years in a blink of an eye.

2015, midsummer.

110 Zhou Hexuan, who was seven years old, was old and his waist, which used to be straight, had also bent down.

His face was covered with wrinkles, and his clear eyes were clouded.

He obviously felt that his physical function was declining, and his appetite was getting worse.

He had a premonition that his time was running out, his time was approaching, and he might belch as soon as possible.

Therefore, Zhou Hexuan, who is a world-renowned modern and contemporary writer, historian, musician, political commentator, calligrapher, orator... and a bunch of other honorary titles, made reasonable arrangements while he was still awake. After his death, the distribution of countless family properties was completed.

Although it can't be said that it can satisfy all the descendants, it can be regarded as equalizing the rain and dew, taking care of everyone.

Later, while still able to move, Zhou Hexuan came to the mainland in a low-key manner from Xiangjiang.

To be precise, it is Wudang Mountain.

The arrival of this big man in the literary world caused a storm in all walks of life under Wudang Mountain, and government officials personally accompanied him.

"Mr. Zhou, you want to go to Wudang Mountain? This...isn't it suitable?"

When they learned that Zhou Hexuan wanted to go to Wudang Mountain to take a look, the government officials were dumbfounded for a moment.

"There's nothing inappropriate, I'm sorry to bother you, I'll walk up slowly by myself."

Leaning on crutches, Zhou Hexuan stared blankly at the majestic mountains in front of him, as if recalling a hundred years ago when he met the old god Zhang Sanfeng, the ancestor of Wudang.