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

Heavy snow covers the mountains, the weather is cold and the ground is freezing, in the season, the dripping water becomes ice, and the people in the rivers and lakes are also people, and most of them will not choose this time point to come to Wudang to try the sword.

At the foot of the mountain

The wind was howling, Lin Xuan stepped on the snow, landed beside the stone bridge, and looked at it, a snow-white color.

The river beach in the distance has long been frozen, and the river is frozen and covered with a thick layer of snow.

At this time, don't say that living people, even birds and beasts have to nest in the cave nest.

The young Taoist priest sat cross-legged on the bluestone, holding a bamboo pole, and the hook fell, through the ice on the pool, and into the pool.

The biting cold wind blew the robe, and the snow fell, but he didn't feel the slightest cold.

The sevenfold pure yang gong in the body is running, and the whole body is warm, as if soaked in hot water.

Extremely comfortable

Not to mention the huge internal force in the body, just saying that King Kong does not damage the body, it is already cold and hot and not soaked, even if you don't eat or drink, you can survive for many days by relying on qi and blood.

"With my current strength, I should be able to steadily step into the level of the Dao Sect Sect Leader Zhenren. "

Lin Xuan said secretly.

The so-called master's real person level, that is, the kind of master of his own family, in the Dao Sect, not everyone is qualified to be called a real person.

It must be successful and respectable, so that it can be called a real person, and his own master Wang Chonglou has refined the Huang Ting Sutra for more than ten years.

The internal force and realm are unfathomable, and can refer to the heavenly phenomena.

If it is a fighting realm, Lin Xuan is definitely inferior, but if it is a life-and-death fight, it is another matter.

"Even if you meet the old heavenly master of Dragon and Tiger Mountain, it is enough to fight with it. "

But that's not enough

When he comprehended the sword intent, he pushed the sword drawing technique into the realm of the Great Perfection and became a great master of the sword.

At that time, with the advantage of drawing swordsmanship, with King Kong's incorruptible physique and finger cultivation, not to mention killing the great master of the Heavenly Phenomena Realm, he can also stabilize his head.

Close your eyes, empty the spiritual platform, release your mind, integrate into this world, and feel the mysteries.

At the same time, he deduced a trace of his mind and deduced many exquisite swordsmanship and sword moves in his mind.

The wind howled through the snow

Heaven and earth are silent

A few days later

The third senior sister Mu Huanhuan came to the foot of the mountain.

"Sister Huanhuan, why are you here?"

The young Taoist priest who closed his eyes and meditated opened his eyes and looked at it slightly, and found that his senior sister's body had a mellow breath and surging internal strength, but he was afraid that he had touched the limit of the little grandmaster realm.

"Master asked me to call you up the mountain. "

Mu Huanhuan's red lips opened slightly.

"Is there a big deal?"

He frowned.

"You'll find out when you go. "

Mu Huanhuan's pretty face contained a smile, and with a little tiptoe, he swept out, stretched out his white hand, and hugged the waist of his little junior brother, his body did not fall to the ground, and he breathed out of thin air.

Turning the direction and sweeping towards the mountain, the vast snow was coming, splashing and sprinkling, and her left hand sleeve robe waved, and her true qi tore the wind and snow.

swept out more than 20 zhang, the body began to fall, Mu Huanhuan's toes were on top of the grass and snow, the towering chest became more and more majestic, the internal force was running, and the body continued to rise.

"Sister Huanhuan, your cultivation is making rapid progress. "

Lin Xuan's left hand was extremely naturally placed on the waist of his third senior sister, and the latter did not have any different colors.

"Not really. "

Mu Huanhuan pursed her lips and said, "If the progress is too bad, how can you be your senior sister." "

That's not true. "

The young little Taoist priest shook his head and said with a straight face: "No matter how high or low Sister Huanhuan's cultivation is, she is my senior sister for life." "

"Flim tongue, you know how to coax me. "

Although Mu Huanhuan said so, her heart was extremely warm.

"I'm telling the truth. "

Lin Xuan chuckled: "Sister Huanhuan, slow down, let's come and take you to Wudang." "

The left hand on Mu Huanhuan's waist was slightly forced, and he took her into his arms, and with a thought, in an instant, the true qi in his body gushed out from the dantian.

With his right hand behind him, he took his third senior sister with him, and the two of them rose out of thin air, like a peng soaring into the sky.

Without moving his feet, he rushed into the heavy snow and flew towards the top of Wudang Mountain, the earth retreating under his feet.

Layers of wind and snow passed by, green silk fluttered, Mu Huanhuan felt the only strength of the arm, turned his head, and looked at the familiar side face.

"Ahem, Sister Huanhuan, don't look at me like this, I'm embarrassed. "

Lin Xuan laughed.

"Are you still embarrassed?"

Mu Huanhuan's two willow eyebrows were bent into a pair of crescents, revealing two sharp tiger teeth, and his white palms rested on the soft flesh around his waist.

"You don't know, I've always been thin-skinned. "

He has the essence of the four words of brazenness.

"Senior sister, it hurts. "

Lin Xuan bared his teeth.

"It hurts, I don't even have to work hard. "

She pouted.

"Let's go, go to the Zhenwu Palace. "

The young Taoist priest's right hand sleeve robe agitated, rising in the wind, really like a fairy in the gods, stepping on the wind and snow, the true qi in the dantian stretches endlessly, and the feet do not fall to the ground.

A number of steep peaks crawled at the feet, and it didn't take long to fly halfway up the mountain.

There was no sign of exhaustion in his body, his dantian applauded, his internal force was endless, and he took another breath of true qi.

Holding Mu Huanhuan and continuing to fly to the top of the mountain.

Crossing the valleys and ravines, for a while, in the vast wind and snow, a quaint hall can be faintly seen.

It is the True Martial Arts Hall

Striding out, stepping on the wind, the sleeve robe of his right hand agitated, the internal force surged, and the cyan robe rattled.

Tearing the wind and cracking the snow, it fell in front of the main hall.

"How does it feel?"

The light voice entered his ears, and Lin Xuan blurted out: "Naturally, it's wonderful." "

Before he said it, he felt that something was wrong, and sure enough, he turned his head and met the eyes of his third senior sister.

"Ahem. "

Lin Xuan hurriedly withdrew his hand and sneered, "Sister Huanhuan, what did you say just now?" I didn't hear clearly. "

"Pretend. "

Mu Huanhuan patted the back of his head angrily, and said angrily: "Hurry up, Shizun and Shibo are all waiting." "

With that, she turned around and walked towards Lotus Peak.

"Master, what happened, why did you suddenly call the disciple back. "

Before the person entered the Zhenwu Hall, the voice came first.

Inside the main hall

Several seniors who were talking and laughing looked at each other in unison.

"Didn't you say a few days ago that you would find an errand to do. "

Wang Chonglou stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Today is just the right time to arrange an errand for you." "

"What errand?"

Lin Xuan said: "But when managing logistics and procurement, the master and all the uncles and uncles can rest assured, the disciples will definitely do a good job, and they will definitely not eat more and take more." "

"You don't have to worry about purchasing. "

Wang Chonglou shook his head: "After I discussed with your uncles and uncles, I decided to appoint you as a disciple of Wudang."

In the future, he will be responsible for teaching the practice of all disciples. "

"Disciple of the Gong?"

The young Taoist priest frowned: "Master, your old man should spare me." "

"It's such a hard, tiring, and oily errand, so you might as well leave it to someone else. "

"Co-author, you kid wants a fat difference. "

Master Bo smiled and said, "No problem, as long as you agree to be this disciple, I will give you the key to the treasury." "

Wang Chonglou made a straight face: "How can there be such a bargain, just say it or not." "

"Hehe, Master, your old man has spoken, how can the disciple shirk?"

Lin Xuan nodded.

"That's pretty much it. "

Wang Chonglou nodded slightly, took out a black token from his sleeve and handed it to him, with the word "Chuangong" on the front and Wudang on the back.

"This token was originally the brand of the Gong Elder, but all disciples in the sect who do not practice diligently can be punished. "

This Wudang master taught: "You are not a good person to cultivate alone, you have to teach the cultivation of those senior brothers, sisters and nephews, so that you can be considered powerful." "

"Master rest assured, disciples will do their best. "

Lin Xuan put away the token, his face was serious, he knew in his heart that this was his own master and uncle who were paving the way for themselves.

The disciple of the Gong is almost the head disciple of the inner designation, and he will take over the position of Wudang in the future from Wang Chonglou.

When it comes to his cultivation and realm, in fact, it is okay not to be in charge of this Wudang teaching, and even to be precise, it is far less comfortable than not being a master.

After all, the head of the sect has to shoulder the burden of the entire Wudang, and he has to support all the disciples with his own strength.

However, Lin Xuan still didn't hesitate and followed.

"Do a good job, don't waste the good intentions of the teacher and your uncle and uncle. "

Wang Chonglou admonished.

Lin Xuan pondered for a moment and said, "Master, since the disciple is now a disciple of the Gong Transmission and is in charge of the cultivation of the disciples in the mountain gate, then no matter what I do, you and the uncles and uncles cannot interfere." "

"Yes. "

Before Wang Chonglou, the head of Wudang, nodded, the white-haired old Taoist priest took the lead in expressing his position, and said with a smile: "You don't want Xuan'er to take a sword at them, and I fully support my uncle." (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"Just let it go. "

Uncle Song also nodded.

"I don't have a problem either. "

Wang Chonglou stroked his beard.

"With the support of the master and the uncle, the disciple will have confidence. "

Lin Xuan strode out of the hall.

"I'm a little curious now about what kind of tricks Xuan'er can come up with. "

Master Bo looked curious.

"We'll know tomorrow. "

Wang Chonglou is at ease.

Sure enough, early the next morning, the wind was howling and the snow was falling, and Lin Xuan stood on the practice platform early.

"Hurry up. "

Since they had been angry with many senior brothers and sisters yesterday, they were helping to gather three generations of disciples at this time.

Half an hour later, thousands of disciples stood on the practice platform.

Lin Xuan's sharp gaze swept over everyone, and said in a deep voice: "In the future, no matter whether it is windy or rainy, thunder and lightning, everyone, within a stick of incense, must gather at the practice platform in the morning." "

In view of his prestige, no one dared to disagree with either the second or third generation disciples.

"Senior Brother Qiubai, take them around Wudang Mountain twice, then have breakfast, and finally gather at the foot of the mountain to practice swords. "

"Come with me. "

Qiu Bai rushed out first, and ran down the mountain with a disciple who looked like a long dragon.

The mountain road is steep and rugged, and the snow is splashing and sprinkling, which is already difficult to walk, and Qiubai's second-generation disciples look as usual.

Those three generations of disciples can't do it, but they can only hold on.

After the two runs up and down, they were sweating profusely, panting, hurriedly eating breakfast, and then ran down the hill.

"I'm going to die. "

A thin young man complained: "Uncle Xiao is trying to toss us to death." "

"You know what. "

A second-generation disciple explained: "Your little uncle is exercising your physique and body. "

Fortunately, Wudang's food is good, and these three generations of disciples have practiced internal skills for a long time, otherwise they really won't be able to survive.

At the foot of the mountain

on the river beach

Thousands of disciples stood neatly in the wind and snow, each holding a wooden sword.

"Out of the sword. "

The young Taoist priest held his hands behind his back and shouted loudly.

"Snort"

Practice swordsmanship for half an hour first, then boxing for half an hour, and palm technique for half an hour.

The second half of the day was sparring, and the earth-shattering shouts echoed at the foot of Wudang Mountain.

"Be quick with your sword. "

Lin Xuan inspected the crowd again and said, "Be stable, or leave no flaws." "

Pairs of two are trained with wooden swords, and except for some deadly death holes, they can be greeted everywhere.

After half a day of sparring practice, one by one the disciples had blue noses and swollen faces, and some even limped when they walked.

The sky was dark, groggy, and the wind and snow were soaring.

Run around the base of the hill and you can go back to rest. "

Suddenly a wail sounded, but I had no choice but to do it.

After a day of tossing and turning, when they return to the mountains, many people don't even want to eat dinner, so they fall asleep.

Continued the next day

The third day is still the same

Day 4

Day 5

Those three generations of disciples have gradually become numb, to be precise, gradually adapted.

In the blink of an eye, a month passed, the snow began to slowly lighten, and at the foot of the mountain, thousands of disciples were practicing swordsmanship in full swing, shouting and killing to the sky.

Within a radius of miles, birds and beasts were terrified.

In the second month, the intensity of the exercise continued to increase, but for the sake of insurance, Lin Xuan also spent a lot of money to purchase a large number of herbs and come back, and every night, after these disciples finished a day's practice, they would soak in a medicinal bath again.

Almost every day, two or three hundred taels of silver were scattered, which can be described as a waste of money.

But the effect is also obvious.

The progress of the three generations of disciples is extremely rapid, whether it is physical or internal strength, swordsmanship.

Even among the second-generation disciples, many of them have broken through one after another.

Suddenly, four months passed by my fingertips, the snow melted, and the flowers bloomed.

At the foot of the mountain

The river is turbulent

The scorching sun hung high overhead, sprinkling golden light

Thousands of Wudang disciples stood in the raging river, practicing with each other, waving the wooden swords in their hands, banging endlessly.

On the bluestone in the distance, Lin Xuan sat cross-legged, enjoying the warm sunlight, looking at the three generations of disciples who were practicing in the distance.

Nodding slightly.

"Didn't you eat? "

Qiubai yelled: "When you walk the rivers and lakes, others will not show mercy to you just because you are a disciple of Wudang." "

"How crooked your swordsmanship is. "

"Why are your palms so soft. "

"Your fist is too flawed. "

However, all the second-generation disciples who have cultivated to step into the innate have become capable leaders under Lin Xuan's command, and they are responsible for keeping an eye on these third-generation disciples every day.

Someone was knocked over in the river, and immediately got up again, raised his sword, and yelled and pounced.

Halfway up the mountain

Several Wudang seniors stood under the pavilion and overlooked the foot of the mountain.

"It's just not the same as before. (Zhao's)

Uncle Song grinned: "This group of little rabbit cubs, after being trained for a few months, is full of vitality every day. "

"It's a good way, but it's too expensive. "

The master was in pain: "If nothing else, the daily medicinal bath and gold sore medicine are a huge expense."

Senior brother, you have to think of ideas, let's sit and eat like this again, I'm afraid it won't be long before we can't open the pot. "

"What's the panic, I'll open the furnace for alchemy tomorrow. "

Uncle Song said: "These little rabbits are working hard, and we have to work hard." "

"Ahem, junior brother, you can work hard to alchemy, I'm an old bone, and I can't help it if I want to. "

The old Taoist priest smiled bitterly.

"It's really not good, so let's take more outer disciples. "

Wang Chonglou said: "No matter how difficult it is, we have to grit our teeth and find a way to solve it."

It's a big deal, I'll go to Beiliang Wangfu in a few days, find Xu Cripple and ask for incense money. "

"Cripple Xu is shrewd, I'm afraid he won't give it easily this time. "

Lao Dao shook his head: "If Wudang is too strong, it will not be a good thing for him." "

"Right now, Taibai City is expanding, and there is not much silver supply, so we can't kill chickens and take eggs. "

"Taibai City can't move. "

Wang Chonglou said: "Let's hold on first." "

At the foot of the mountain

Lin Xuan looked into the distance and said secretly: "It's been two months since the letter was sent, and it stands to reason that it should have been received, why hasn't there been a response yet." "

If there is no response, I will probably have to go to the next mountain.

For Wudang

Many things that seniors can't do, he can do unscrupulously.

At this time

A figure descended from the mountain road.

"Little junior brother, there is a reply. "

Mu Huanhuan spoke.

Lin Xuan couldn't wait to open the secret letter, and it seemed, after a moment, grinning.

"Sister Huanhuan, send a message to the flying pigeons in Taibai City, let Uncle Ling Xuan run away, and there must not be the slightest mistake. "

He said quickly.

"Why don't I go myself? "

"Good. "

Lin Xuan pondered for a moment and nodded in agreement: "Let's take advantage of the night to set off tonight." "。