Comprehensive martial arts: Wudang Wine Sword Immortal, ask the ancestor to die

Time passes by minute by minute.

Dead.

The originally noisy Wudang also quieted down.

Everyone was asleep in their respective houses.

Even the little Taoist priest on duty secretly went back to the house to sleep because he couldn’t stand the cold of the night.

The power of pouring spring cold is still very powerful for the little Taoist.

No one noticed that there was a figure still walking on the mountain path.

It was Lin Xuan.

At this time.

Lin Xuan was already completely drunk.

He was so drunk that he couldn’t even tell the difference between southeast, south, and north.

He made a circle on the mountain road in Wudang, and finally came to the Zixiao Palace again.

This time.

The entire Zixiao Palace was a little dim, only the hall shone with a little candle light.

After all.

Zixiao Palace, as the place where the statue of the True Martial Emperor is located, the incense cannot be broken.

In addition, the birthday of Zhenwu has just been held during the day, and the incense is even more vigorous than usual.

Lin Xuan looked at the Zixiao Palace in front of him and blinked.

“Huh? This…… Isn’t it the Purple Xiao Palace? ”

“I… How did I get here? ”

Lin Xuan glanced at the Zixiao Palace, and then turned to leave.

In the dead of night, he should go back to sleep now.

After a while.

Lin Xuan came to the gate of Zixiao Palace again.

He looked at the familiar majestic hall in front of him and couldn’t help laughing:

“Unexpectedly, I came again.”

“Well, since you’re here, let’s go in and put on incense.”

“Who made me a Wudang disciple?”

Finish speaking.

Lin Xuan took a step forward and walked towards the Zixiao Palace.

Soon.

Lin Xuan entered the hall.

Now the hall is empty, only candles slowly burning.

There are several long lights around it, emitting a faint light.

Lin Xuan staggered forward and came to the statue of Emperor Zhenwu.

The lights shine on the statue of the gods, with an inexplicable sense of mystery.

Lin Xuan didn’t care about this.

He picked up the long incense next to him, lit it, bowed twice, and then inserted it in the incense burner.

Lin Xuan sat on the futon in front of the statue of the Great Emperor Zhenwu, looked at the statue in front of him, and said with a smile:

“Every New Year and festival, I have to worship your old man, I don’t know if your old man can really show his spirit.”

Speaking of which.

He felt a little thirsty, so he directly took out the purple gold gourd and poured a sip of wine.

“Cool!”

Lin Xuan let out a breath.

He looked at the statue of the True Martial Emperor in front of him, and couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows:

“Or honor you too.” My drunken Baigong is a good wine that money can’t buy. ”

“Even if you are a god and are used to drinking immortal wine, you must be full of praise if you drink my drunken white gong.”

He looked at the case table.

Although there are various tributes on the table.

But.

But there are no wine glasses.

Those porcelain bowls also contained melons and fruits, which were not suitable for wine.

Lin Xuan frowned slightly:

“No wine glasses, no empty bowls.”

“That’s it, just pour it for you to drink.”

He lifted the purple-gold gourd and poured the drink directly in front of the desk.

The wine flowed out, smashed on the ground, and splashed many splashes.

The rich aroma of wine spread out and permeated the entire hall.

After doing that.

Lin Xuan sat on the futon and began to drink.

“Come, I respect you.”

Lin Xuan lifted the purple-gold gourd, shook it at the statue of the True Martial Emperor, and then poured a large mouthful of wine into his mouth.

However.

Lin Xuan did not notice that there were some subtle changes in the statue of the True Martial Emperor in front of him.

The statue originally looked directly into the eyes in front of it, moved slightly, and then instantly returned to its original state.

Lin Xuan ignored these.

He was still drinking and drinking.

Take a sip after a drink.

After a while.

Lin Xuan got up drunk and was about to leave.

He arrived at the door of the main hall and was about to step out.

Suddenly!

A trace of sword intent struck, like a breeze, blowing the corners of Lin Xuan’s clothes.

Lin Xuan was suddenly stunned, and subconsciously turned to look.

Nothing.

The candle flame continues to burn.

The statue of the Zhenwu Emperor stood still, majestic and solemn.

“Could it be… Is it an illusion? ”

Lin Xuan shook his head.

“It shouldn’t be possible.”

“My induction… Yes, there is indeed a wisp of sword intent. ”

“Could it be that there are some treasures hidden in this Purple Xiao Palace?”

Lin Xuan circled around the hall and did not grasp the trace of sword intent.

Right at this moment.

A ray of moonlight came obliquely from the ventilation of the ceiling.

Lin Xuan looked at the moonlight that appeared in the hall, and the whole person froze.

He recalled the sword intent he felt just now and looked at the scene in front of him.

He realized something.

Lin Xuan backhanded and pulled out the sword behind his back.

The sword fell into the palm of the hand, and the realization in the heart became more and more, and the perception was like an erupting flood, which could not be suppressed at all.

Swish!

As the sword in Lin Xuan’s hand stabbed out.

Even if he didn’t use his internal force, there was still sharp sword qi shooting out.

The sword qi flew outside Yizhang before it dissipated.

After this sword qi appeared, Lin Xuan began to wave the sword in his hand involuntarily.

All the feelings in my heart were transformed into sword moves.

These sword moves did not go through any thought or hesitation.

One move and one style, it seems to be natural and smooth.

Under the moonlight.

Lin Xuan danced with his sword.

Sword qi raged rampantly in the hall.

Fortunately, Lin Xuan did not use internal force.

Therefore.

After those sword qi left Ichijo, it quickly dissipated, and did not harm any of the furnishings in the hall.

When Lin Xuan danced the sword.

A wisp of sword intent appeared on the statue of Emperor Zhenwu.

This sword intent was like a flying sword, shooting towards Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan noticed something strange and subconsciously turned his head to look over.

He saw that a sharp sword shot out from the statue of the True Martial Emperor, and the target was him.

That sword intent is unmatched.

Majestic as a mountain, suppressing all things.

Vast as the sea, boundless.

In front of that sword intent.

Lin Xuan suddenly felt that he was too small.

It’s as small as an ant.

He watched the sword intent flying towards him, and he did not dodge and could not dodge.

This is the moment.

Lin Xuan’s entire spirit was concentrated on that wisp of sword intent.

This was a sword intent that he had never seen before.

Just one wisp far surpassed all the sword intent in Wudang.

Lin Xuan believed.

Even if Zhang Sanfeng was in person, he could not match this supreme sword intent.

Swish!

That sword intent transformed into the light and shadow of the sword, and it directly submerged into Lin Xuan’s forehead.

Rumble!

Lin Xuan felt that his brain was blank.

His whole body was completely stiff, and then he rolled his eyes and fainted directly to the ground.

Bang.

The sword in Lin Xuan’s hand fell to the ground.

But he had closed his eyes and snored, as if he were asleep.

Meanwhile.

When that wisp of sword intent appeared, all the masters above the third grade of martial arts in the entire Wudang Mountain woke up.

They all looked in the direction of the Zixiao Palace.

That wisp of sword intent shook the heavens and the earth!

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