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"Boy, why are you looking for the old man?"

At this moment, a faint voice came from a distance, and it was transmitted into the Zhenwu Hall.

Chapter 152 Meeting again after 90 years, leaving soon

Wudang Mountain, also known as Taihe Mountain, was known as Taiyue, Xuanyue, and Dayue in ancient times.

It borders Xiangyang in the east, SY City in the west, Shennongjia in the south and Danjiangkou Reservoir in the north.

It is not a single mountain peak, but a huge mountain range stretching for [-] miles.

There are 72 peaks, 36 rocks, 24 streams, eleven caves, three pools, nine springs, ten pools, nine wells, ten stones, nine platforms and other scenic spots.

The Tianzhu Peak occupied by the Wudang School is only one of the 72 peaks, besides which there are other peaks.

Wulong Peak, also known as Wulongding, is the No.72 peak of the 30 peaks in Wudang.

It is not as high as Tianzhu Peak, and its popularity is not as good as it, but it is shrouded in clouds and mist on most days of the year, giving people a feeling of unfathomable height.

However, it is the birthplace of Wudang prosperity. During the period of Tang Taizong Li Shimin, Taoist priests built Wulong Temple on Wulongfeng.

On the majestic Wulong Peak, amidst a lush forest, there is an inconspicuous thatched hut hidden.

The thatched cottage is extremely simple, only a shabby room, coupled with the remote location, so no one has ever discovered it.

In the shabby room, an old Taoist sat cross-legged, his mind was deep, and he comprehended the Dao.

"Oh? Boy Zhou's time is approaching, and the old man can finally go back."

Suddenly, the old man opened his eyes, counted with his fingers, and a smile appeared on his ruddy face.

The old Taoist is Zhang Sanfeng who came to this world. After he left Tianjin Wei, he returned to Wudang Mountain and prepared to pass on the celestial arts to Wudang disciples.

It's just that the restrictions of heaven and earth are too great, even with his ability, it is impossible for Wudang disciples to step into the immortal way.

It took the boss's hard work, but the nine Wudang disciples barely stepped into the innate realm, and they would not be able to improve their strength later.

With the innate strength of these nine Wudang disciples, they are enough to live in this era, and it is not a problem to live two to three hundred years old.

However, in that year, Wa Island invaded wantonly, shocking the whole country and shaking the world.

After the nine disciples heard the news, they resolutely bid farewell to their ancestors, went down Wudang Mountain, and joined the anti-aggression team.

After repelling the invading army, the nine disciples did not come back. They joined the army and shrouded their bodies in horse leather.

Zhang Sanfeng received their bodies, seeing such a result made him extremely sad.

He didn't expect that after a lot of hard work, it still fell short in the end.

So, one day, Zhang Sanfeng disappeared, left Tianzhu Peak, and came to Wulong Peak to live in seclusion.

During this period, he would often leave Wulongfeng, go to Zhou Hexuan's residence, and quietly collect plot items to submit tasks.

Of course, with Zhang Sanfeng's strength, Zhou Hexuan and no one would discover all of this.

After so many years, the tasks in this world have basically been completed, only the last one is missing: "witness the wonderful life of the protagonist Zhou Hexuan".

To put it simply, only after Zhou Hexuan's death can Zhang Sanfeng successfully complete the mission and leave this mission world.

After waiting for more than 90 years, this day has finally come.

"call....."

Zhang Sanfeng exhaled lightly, stood up, and stepped out.

The next moment, he came to Tianzhu Peak and walked into the Zhenwu Hall.

"Boy, why are you looking for the old man?"

Before the person arrives, the voice arrives first.

Immediately, Zhou Hexuan's eyes lit up, and he stood up abruptly.

"Old Immortal, I knew that Old Immortal was still alive, haha, it's worth my trip."

Zhou Hexuan laughed and cried, extremely excited, like a child who is three years old and thirteen hundred months old.

Lin Xiao was very surprised, she had never seen her grandparents showing such a childish side.

"call...."

The next moment, a gust of wind blew in, and a figure appeared in the hall.

It can only be seen that this figure is full of immortality, with his feet on auspicious clouds, and he is wearing a purple Taoist robe with a yin and yang rotation and Tai Chi diagram.

The Taoist priest looked 40 to [-] years old, with a Taoist bun on his head and a purple gold crown.

Amidst the celestial aura, he was holding a whisk and a wine gourd hanging on his waist, occasionally flashing a divine light.

"Boy Zhou Hexuan, pay respects to the old god!"

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng coming, Zhou Hexuan threw down his crutches excitedly, knelt down tremblingly, bowed and bowed.

"Ancestor... Patriarch? No. 20 sixth generation disciple Qingwei, pay homage to Patriarch!"

Seeing this, the head of Qingwei wept with joy, immediately knelt down and bowed down to Zhang Sanfeng.

"Ah, is it really Zhang Zhenren, the founder of Wudang School?"

Seeing grandpa knelt down, Lin Xiao was startled and exclaimed.

Seeing this, Zhou Hexuan pulled her to kneel, and shouted: "Kneel down quickly, don't be rude to the old god."

"Crash!"

At this moment, all the people present realized that they were very excited.

Zhou Hexuan's bodyguards were very knowledgeable and knelt down one by one.

The rest of the Wudang sect disciples also knelt, but a few staff members did not kneel, a little at a loss.

They represent the imperial court, how could they kneel down so easily?

At this time, a young man clasped his fists imitating the ancient ritual, and said loudly: "It turns out that Master Zhang is in person, and he has met Master Zhang."

"I have seen Zhang Zhenren."

Seeing this, the others followed suit and clasped their fists one by one.

"You don't need to be too polite, just get up."

Zhang Sanfeng flicked his whisk, and a gentle force lifted everyone up.

"Old fairy, I haven't seen you for more than 90 years, how are you?"

Zhou Hexuan was very excited, he never expected to see the old fairy again before he died, so even if he died now, he would have no regrets.

"The old way is very good, but your condition is not very good, and you are on the verge of running out of fuel."

Zhang Sanfeng nodded slightly, and said to him gently.

"The boy knows that there are no holidays and people fail to fulfill their wishes. The boy has lived to be nearly 120 years old, which is enough."

Zhou Hexuan could see it, and said very freely: "Compared to those old friends who met Hades early, I have no regrets."

In this life, he did not live in vain, nor did he humiliate the name of the traverser.

He is not only a famous modern and contemporary writer, historian, musician, political commentator, calligrapher, orator, educator, diplomat, philanthropist, inventor, but also an anthropologist, sociologist, linguist, patriotic Journalists, red capitalists.

In addition, he also made great achievements in music, opera, poetry, invention, literary society, etc., and was also a harvester of celebrity calligraphy and painting.

During this life, he had a regular wife Zhang Leyi, famous Peking opera actress Meng Xiaodong, former Qing empress Guo Wanrong, Japanese island spy Liao Yaquan, famous movie star Ruan Lingyu, famous singer Zhou Xuan, Peking University belle Ma Jue, Republican celebrity Cui Huiju, and famous Hollywood movie star Vivien Leigh. Concubine.

These nine wives and concubines bore him nine sons and seven daughters respectively, and the number of descendants was as many as hundreds or even thousands.

In addition, he has also earned a huge family business all over the world and from all walks of life.

In terms of fame, wealth, and enjoyment, he has reached the peak of his life.

At this point in life, what does the husband want?

"Well, your life is indeed not in vain."

Zhang Sanfeng nodded, and said calmly: "Throughout the millennium, even Emperor Qianlong, who was known as going to the south of the Yangtze River six times, was not as chic and comfortable as your boy."

"Oh? Has the old god seen Emperor Qianlong?"

Zhou Hexuan wiped his tears with a handkerchief, calmed down his excitement, and asked curiously.

"I haven't seen it before, what's good to see about the **** emperor."

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head, and said disdainfully: "Although I haven't seen it, the old man has heard of his reputation."

"Well, the kid thought the old god had seen it with his own eyes."

Zhou Hexuan said with some regret.

The two started chatting like old friends they haven't seen for many years, but Daoist Qingwei at the side was anxious.

"You are the head of this generation?"

Zhang Sanfeng noticed this scene, turned to look at him, and asked.

"Disciple Qingwei, pay homage to Patriarch!"

Daoist Qingwei said that he was about to bow down again, but was thrown by Zhang Sanfeng's whisk, making him unable to bow down.

"Okay, there's no need for so many formalities, the old way doesn't pay attention to this."

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and said lightly.

"Yes, what the patriarch said is right. The disciple was too excited and his Taoism was damaged. The disciple knows his mistake."

Qing Wei admits her mistakes, corrects them when she knows her mistakes, and said honestly.

"You are too boring, and the old man didn't blame you."

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head, not wanting to talk to him, so he turned his head.

"Old Immortal, where have you been all these years? The boy has sent people to look for your whereabouts, but there has been no news."

Zhou Hexuan asked curiously.

The others also pricked up their ears to listen, for fear of missing this shocking secret.

"After Lao Dao left Tianjin Wei that day, he traveled around China and returned to Wudang Mountain."

The old god Zhang Sanfeng said: "After returning, the old Taoist spent more than ten years, and finally cultivated nine disciples who barely stepped into the Tao."

"It's a pity that they lost their lives on the battlefield against the Japanese invasion, and only nine bodies came back."

"Since then, the old Taoist has been disheartened and no longer wants to care about Wudang's affairs. He has lived in seclusion on the Five Dragon Peak beside him until now."

Zhang Sanfeng in this world has long since died, so what does this Wudang sect have to do with Zhang Sanfeng?

In the past, Zhang Sanfeng only thought about revitalizing Wudang when he was happy to see Liexin.

After some experiments, he found that this world does not allow practitioners, so he gave up the idea of ​​revitalizing Wudang.

Besides, he doesn't belong to this world at all, that is to say, he has the same name as the Wudang Patriarch of this world.

Since then, he has never been in charge of the Wudang faction.

Focus on practicing, ignoring world affairs.

"Ah, it turned out that the nine masters were Wudang disciples, no wonder they made such great achievements."

When Zhou Hexuan heard the words, he seemed to have heard something, and immediately said: "Back then..."

He had heard about this incident before, but he had heard about those nine Wudang disciples.

After all, those nine Wudang disciples gained a great reputation, killed the enemy, and were reported by newspapers all over the world.

Such deeds, as Zhou Hexuan who grew up in that era and witnessed that era with his own eyes, how could he not know about it?

At that time, he never understood the origin of those nine heroes, but they had such powerful abilities.

Now after hearing Zhang Sanfeng's explanation, Zhou Hexuan instantly understood that they turned out to be the disciples of the old god, so there was no problem.

"Unexpectedly, they turned out to be disciples trained by the old god, please respect the old god!"

Zhou Hexuan narrated what he saw and heard back then, and solved a big mystery for the world.

Afterwards, he solemnly bowed down to Zhang Sanfeng to show his gratitude and admiration to the hero of that year.

"Hiss, so that's the case, those nine heroes are actually Zhang Zhenren's disciples!"

"Really, please accept my worship!"