Tianting Garbage Recycling King

Chapter 579
After receiving Fan Denglong's mountain worship post, Wudang has been in a state of full battle, especially near the Zhenwu Hall. Since the last time the Qiankun Ding was 'borrowed', it has entered a state of complete martial law.

Of course, the reason why Fan Denglong and others were able to be found was also He Yuexian's deliberate action.

On the big square, thousands of Wudang disciples formed an array and waited.

Zhang Qi, head of Wudang, stroked his white beard with his hands and smiled. Fan Denglong and He Yuexian landed on the square.

"No wonder there were magpies calling in front of the door when I got up this morning. It turned out that a distinguished guest came to the door. The old man was far away to greet Haihan."

Fan Denglong looked at Wudang's battle and was a little speechless. The invitation letter to Wudang was definitely the most gentle one, and the words between the lines revealed a friendly meaning. Why do you want to come here?

"Is this how you entertain distinguished guests?"

He Yuexian tilted his neck to look at Zhang Qijian, and with a wave of his hand, thousands of Wudang disciples were directly bounced away by a huge force.

Then, ignoring everyone's surprised gazes, he led his apprentice Hu Yu into the Hall of Zhenwu. Fan Denglong and Hu Yan shrugged their shoulders neatly at Zhang Qijian.

"Come in,"

He Yuexian's majestic voice came from inside Zhenwu Hall, and Fan Denglong's master and apprentice immediately walked in obediently, and when they saw Qi Xuan, they even gave him a wink.

Zhang Qijian waved back the Wudang disciples, and led a group of elders into the Hall of Zhenwu with some disgrace.

"This, at any rate, is Wudang territory, so save some face for others."

After He Yuexian entered the hall, he sat directly on the futon standing in front of the statue of Emperor Zhenwu, as if he regarded himself as the hostess, and Fan Denglong couldn't stand it anymore.

He Yuexian ignored him, and after Wudang people came in, he waved and closed the door, and a long sword appeared in Qianqianyu's hand.

"Everyone, is this something recognizable?"

The long sword is floating in the air, and the hilt is engraved with yin and yang fish, and in the middle are two traditional Chinese characters, Liangyi.

"This, this, this."

Zhang Qijian said the word three times in a row, his mouth opened wide, and after a while his shoulders shrugged, he was so excited that he couldn't speak.

"Kneel down,"

The minds of all the elders were full of question marks, and before they could speak, Zhang Qijian suddenly shouted, bowed three times and kowtowed nine times before the long sword, muttering something in his mouth: "The unworthy disciple of future generations, the second generation of Wudang No.70 The head Zhang Qijian has met the Patriarch."

This sword is called Liangyi, and it is the personal sword of Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang School.

This kind of thing is similar to the Shangfang sword in the ancient dynasty. Seeing the Liangyi sword is like Zhang Sanfeng in person.

"Very well, it seems that you haven't forgotten this thing."

He Yuexian stretched out his hand, and the Liangyi sword landed in her hand. He got up from the futon, looked around at the Wudang masters in the hall, "Think about how prosperous Wudang was when Zhang Zhenren founded the sect, and look at it now, what is the day after tomorrow? That is the pinnacle, Wudang said such words, I really blush for Zhang Zhenren."

A young woman who looked like she was only in her twenties reprimanded a group of old people whose combined age was almost a thousand years old, but no one dared to speak back, and her face turned red.

For Wudang, whose founding patriarch was a feathered ascension, it is indeed a bit sad to say such words.

"A majestic Wudang, who can't even get a single genius, how dare he call himself the leader of martial arts?"

Every time He Yuexian said a word, the heads of all Wudang masters lowered a little, and Zhang Qijian's face almost touched the ground.

"Zhang Qijian, you, the sect leader, have done really well!"

He Yuexian said hating iron for being weak, but Zhang Qijian could only wipe his sweat submissively, saying that Zhang Qijian was incompetent and ashamed of his patriarch.

In fact, this is no wonder Zhang Qijian, the aura suddenly decayed a hundred years ago, and there is no way out according to the previous cultivation method, so he can only find another way, and the result is that he is getting more and more biased in the martial arts It is a foregone conclusion that there is nothing that the younger generations are not as good as the first generation.

"This fairy also knows that this is indeed not your fault, but it is not easy for me to shirk the matter of being entrusted by others to be loyal to others, as entrusted by Master Zhang. The purpose of these words is to warn you, don't forget that the glory of your ancestors has always been Smug at the bottom of the well."

With a wave of He Yuexian's hand, everyone in Wudang was lifted up by a force, and then he took out a jade slip, "The inheritance of the skills left by Master Zhang is probably incomplete today. You, remember to do it yourself."

Zhang Qijian looked at He Yuexian in a state of bewilderment, but his head was still a little confused up to now.

The origin of He Yuexian is a mystery.

When the majestic fairy walked out of the Zhenwu Hall with his disciples, Fan Denglong said to Zhang Qijian earnestly: "Master Zhang, there is a saying that you can fight, scold or love, although the fairy's words are a bit heavy, they are also for your own good. "

Because of practicing martial arts all year round, Wudang Kungfu has its own unique features in self-cultivation. Zhang Qijian, who is close to a hundred years old, has a rosy complexion and a childlike face and hair, which looks similar to a middle-aged man.For such an old man who can be his grandfather, Fan Denglong is naturally quite respectful.

"Fan Xiaoyou, here,"

Holding the jade slips, Zhang Qijian's face was still a little clouded, and he had a bold guess in his heart, but he couldn't say it out loud.

"He is on the same level as Master Zhang in the sky, so it shouldn't be a problem to reprimand you two?"

The faces of everyone in Wudang were shocked, but Fan Denglong continued: "I'm not a fairy in the sky, do you think that just based on the current situation in the mortal world, I, a mountain boy with no family and no school, can become a person who refines Qi? "

"Look carefully at the exercises on the Jade Slip, and try to find suitable disciples for cultivation. The fairy has already solved the problem of spiritual energy for you, so don't disappoint the fairy."

Fan Denglong patted Zhang Qijian on the shoulder. In fact, he had basically guessed what He Yuexian was thinking by now.

In today's world, martial arts are on the decline, and the day after tomorrow they are pushed out to represent the pinnacle of martial arts.

Wudang was chosen, firstly because Zhang Zhenzhen and He Yuexian were old, and secondly, Wudang was also the leader of martial arts at any rate, with a profound background.

"Fairy wants to revitalize martial arts all by herself. Fan Denglong admires this sentiment."

Facing the Wudang people who were still in a daze, Fan Denglong simply went out of the Zhenwu Hall to catch up with He Yuexian.

"Hehe, whatever you say is what you say."

He Yuexian didn't say much about Fan Denglong who thought he could see through his own thoughts.

The catastrophe is approaching, how can the mortal world stay out of it?
He Yuexian passed on Wudang's practice method not to revitalize martial arts, but to hope that Wudang can take up the heavy responsibility and delay Fan Denglong's growth enough time.

(End of this chapter)