Chapter 203

Wudang Mountain is worthy of being the Daoist ancestral land of this world. Along the way, the scenery is beautiful everywhere. When climbing to the high place of the main peak, the surroundings are even more shrouded in clouds and fog, with dangerous peaks and strange rocks.

Looking back, Zhenlong Temple, Niangzi Slope, Yellow Monkey Ridge, and Leigong Stream are all in sight, and the eighty-one peaks on the east, west, north, and south sides are like lotus petals, all presenting a bowing posture of worship.

Walking and stopping like this, Wu Xian, like an outing, slowly brought Jun Pianxian to the mountain gate of the Wudang Sect.

Looking up, you can see the plaque of the four characters 'Xuan Wudang Xing' above.

Wu Xian narrowed his eyes and looked carefully at these four big characters.

The iron hooks and silver strokes, the pen walking like a dragon and snake, at first glance, it only feels like good calligraphy, but for those who have made considerable achievements in sword art, they will feel the faint sword intent from these four characters, full of exquisite mystery that cannot be expressed in words.

Without a doubt, these four characters were left by the Wudang founder Lu Dongxuan. After more than seven hundred years, the sword intent has not dissipated, which shows how deep his sword art realm is.

No wonder every time people mention the Sword God Li Chungang, they always add that his sword art can rival Lu Zu's, just because Lu Zu seven hundred years ago was the well-deserved number one in the world's sword art.

Wu Xian watched with more and more relish, and even began to compare this sword intent with his own sword art and Li Chungang's 'Sword Opens the Heavenly Gate', trying to learn from each other's strengths and push through the old to bring forth the new.

Hum hum hum————

Suddenly, a deafening sword sound rang in his ears. Wu Xian was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look, and saw Jun Pianxian also looking at the plaque, her expression slightly dazed, but a sword intent similar to the four characters 'Xuan Wudang Xing' was faintly rising around her body.

"This talent... should I say it's worthy of being the mother of the master of all famous swords in the world, or is Jiang Ni's sword talent inherited from her?"

Wu Xian thought so in his heart, feeling that it was really possible.

After all, although Jiang Ni wears the vest of the reincarnation of the First Emperor's favorite concubine, that sword talent will not come out of thin air.

Chu Emperor Jiang Ren is unlikely. If this guy really had that talent, he should have been excavated by the ministers long ago, and he wouldn't be like a waste now.

On the contrary, Jun Pianxian, Wu Xian accidentally discovered during his bone-testing and testing during this period that her talent and comprehension in martial arts were excellent. Some basic knowledge was learned as soon as she learned it, and she was refined as soon as she learned it.

The only regret is that her bone structure had already been finalized, and she started practicing martial arts at the age of nineteen, which was a bit late.

And if she wants to achieve something, she must put in more hard work and time, and also cooperate with methods like 'I Ching Bone Forging' or 'Yi Jin Jing' to improve her bone structure and physique. Only in this way can she possibly step into the First Rank realm.

Of course, if you want to save trouble and save this water-grinding effort, there is a more convenient method, which is to directly infuse Qi.

For example, the protagonist of the original work, Xu Fengnian, accepted the Great Yellow Court cultivation of the Wudang Sect Leader Wang Chonglou on this Wudang Mountain, and then from nothing, obtained a solid foundation that exceeded many First Rank martial artists.

As for Jun Pianxian, Wu Xian originally had similar plans. Now seeing that she has such excellent sword talent, his mind became even more active, thinking that he might really be able to train a female sword immortal with his own hands.

Just thinking about this, his gaze glanced in another direction.

It was not known when an old Daoist appeared on the mountain road, dressed in cloud shoes and white socks, with a hair bun held up by a purple sandalwood hair stick engraved with a Tai Chi pattern at the tail.

Although the wide-sleeved Daoist robe on his body was slightly old, it could be seen to be noble. There were two sword-shaped long straps sewn on the buttons of the Daoist robe, named 'Lotus Wisdom Sword'.

This is a unique decoration of Wudang. Seven hundred years ago, Lu Dongxuan rode a crane to Wudang and created the Wudang two-bundle Daoist robe wisdom sword with the immortal sword Dao, meaning to cut off troubles and cut off dust roots.

But facts have proven that it is all fart.

Whether it is cutting off troubles or cutting off dust roots, these two things, Lu Dongxuan did not do either. On the contrary, he was obsessed with it, like the Emperor in the sky, treating reincarnation as a child's play, constantly sitting up in the cycle of life and death, reincarnating in the mortal world to seize national destiny.

It is said to be cultivating the righteous path for heaven and earth, but the result is all for that red dress.

How to say, it is indeed very romantic in the female-frequency, but it is pure hypocrisy in the male-frequency.

Obviously everything is for the woman he likes, just say it directly. He had to use high-sounding words as a cover. I really don't know what kind of Heavenly Dao he cultivated in these seven hundred years of reincarnation?

On the other side, Wang Chonglou didn't know that Wu Xian was slandering their Wudang Mountain founder. He just saw this world's number one madman standing in place and shaking his head and sighing from time to time, and his heart was suddenly a bit uneasy, fearing that the other party would be unhappy and go crazy on Wudang Mountain.

So after hesitating for a long time, Wang Chonglou still couldn't help the pressure in his heart and opened his mouth to bow to Wu Xian:

"Little Daoist Wang Chonglou, welcome the National Teacher to visit. Wudang Mountain is honored. I just don't know what the National Teacher wants to do. If you have any needs, please let me know, so that Wang can prepare early."

Nowadays, the trend of unification of the Central Plains has become a foregone conclusion. At most, in half a year, the Chu State will become the nominal master of the world, and Wudang Mountain will naturally become one of the forces under its jurisdiction.

And Wu Xian, as the National Teacher certified by the Chu State, has a supreme status. In theory, he can manage the affairs of the three religions. In other words, he is the future immediate boss of Wudang Mountain. Calling him this way now can be considered as happening at the right time.

"Sect Leader Wang, no need to worry. Wu's purpose for coming to Wudang Mountain this time is very simple."

Withdrawing his gaze from 'Xuan Wudang Xing', Wu Xian turned his head and looked at the old Daoist in front of him for a few times, then smiled and said: "See a person, ask a question. After doing these things, Wu will leave Wudang Mountain immediately, and will also give Wudang Mountain a big gift."

"Uh, I don't know who the National Teacher wants to see?"

There was a faint ominous premonition in his heart, but Wang Chonglou still couldn't help asking.

Wu Xian smiled slightly: "Need to ask? Of course, it's the person who can make Xuan Wudang flourish for five hundred years."

Hearing this, Wang Chonglou's palm under his sleeve shook slightly, but he smiled calmly on the surface: "The National Teacher is joking. Isn't the person who can make Xuan Wudang flourish for five hundred years already in front of us?"

"Oh! What does this mean?"

Wu Xian raised his eyebrows and pretended to be curious.

"Haha! I have also heard about the Long Hushan incident recently. Thanks to the National Teacher's action, now the four great heavenly masters of Long Hushan only have one left, and the two heavenly human ancestors are one dead and one missing."

"Coupled with the destruction of the Liyang country, the Long Hushan connected to its national destiny will inevitably be implicated. In this way, it is the opportunity for our Wudang to rise strongly. Isn't this Xuan Wudang flourishing!"

Wang Chonglou talked eloquently and started to flatter Wu Xian again, saying that if it weren't for him, Wudang wouldn't know how long it would have to be suffocated before it could come out, and Wudang Mountain would definitely remember his kindness, etc.

Hearing these words, Wu Xian just smiled without saying a word, and just watched Wang Chonglou's performance quietly until the other party couldn't hold his old face, then leisurely said: "What Daoist Wang said is right. My kindness to Wudang is indeed as heavy as a mountain, and as long as I am willing, I can indeed make Wudang Mountain flourish for five hundred years."

"But the person I want to see today is not myself, but the person who set this prophecy back then, that is, the founder of Wudang — Lu Zu, Lu Dongxuan."

As the words fell, Wang Chonglou's face changed drastically. He felt the scene around him distort and shake, as if moving through the void, and went directly from the Wudang mountain gate to the Little Lotus Peak.

And in front of the three, there was a little Daoist boy riding a green ox backward, who was holding a book and reading it with relish.

Wu Xian chuckled, then raised his right index finger and flicked it forward, instantly turning it into a sharp sword Qi, piercing toward the little Daoist boy's brow.

(End of chapter)