Tomb Robber: I, Chen Yulou, am dedicated to cultivating immortality!

boom!

Chen Yulou held a sword and descended from the sky.

The sword energy from the long sword was like a waterfall, with cold light splashing everywhere, just like a dark cloud pressing down on the top of the head, carrying with it a force that could destroy a city. Wherever the sword energy covered, a thick layer of snow on the entire snowy plain was blown away.

Under the body.

Master Zhao Hulu held the long sword in the posture of an old ape carrying a mountain on his back, with both hands tightly grasping it, as if he was holding a large bow. The shape of the sword was like a full moon, and thunder patterns rolled on the sword, isolating the dragon scales from the outside.

only……

Feeling the increasingly terrifying aura above my head.

Even though he reacted extremely quickly, he still felt as if a mountain was pressing down on his head. His feet sank deeply into the snow, and even the rocky ground was sunk deeper.

Between the two long swords.

The cold light crossed and the sword energy fought.

There are roaring dragons and roaring thunder.

An invisible aura rose out of nowhere from outside the two of them, and it seemed as if a snowstorm had occurred on the entire snowy plain.

That is to say, Chunyang Palace is located in a low and remote place.

Off the beaten track.

Otherwise, with such a big commotion right now, countless people would have been alarmed.

But even so.

At this moment, there are still several pairs of eyes in the mountains, staring at this side.

East side of Aoshan.

A strange peak stands among the mountains, its top reaching into the clouds, towering above the earth, unique in the sky. Among them there is a stone pillar rising into the sky, and between the stone pillar and the cliff, a lotus palace can be vaguely seen.

This is Dingxin Peak, which is known as the first peak on the northern foot of Taibai Mountain.

That Qiongtai Taoist Palace is the Doumu Palace.

According to legend, this is the place where Xiantian Doumu achieved enlightenment through spiritual practice.

The palaces and temples were built on the mountain.

It is said that there is a cave at the foot of the mountain, which is difficult for ordinary people to find. There is a spring in the cave, a waterfall hanging down, a hundred-step stone staircase suspended between the clouds, and the sun, the moon, the tide and the stars.

The Xiantian Dou Mu ascended to heaven from the stone stairs and cultivated the true method.

now.

On Dingxin Peak, an old Taoist wearing a jade crown and a purple robe was standing with his hands behind his back, looking towards Aoshan Peak in the distance.

He looked to be in his sixties or seventies.

His long gray hair was tied into a Taoist bun. The cold wind blew past, causing his purple robe to lift slightly, giving him a sense of immortality.

It was none other than Zhang Xingsu, the Supreme Taoist.

However, although his surname is Zhang and he is also called Zhang Zhenren, he has nothing to do with Longhu Mountain.

Zhang Xingsu went up the mountain when he was young.

He worshipped Zhenren as his master in Doumu Palace and achieved enlightenment through practice.

The first thirty years were unknown.

Until the fall of the capital that year, the Empress Dowager took Emperor Guangxu to Chang'an for refuge. It happened to be a severe drought, and the land inside and outside Guanzhong was barren for thousands of miles. Almost all the lakes in the mountains, big and small, dried up.

then.

Emperor Guangxu issued an imperial decree and sent people to Mount Zhongnan to find a Taoist priest to pray for rain.

At that time, several Taoists received the order, but none of them succeeded.

Finally, he came out of seclusion. Upon hearing about this, Zhang Xingsu resolutely accepted the imperial edict.

A Taoist platform was built on Mount Taibai.

The Luotian Grand Ceremony was held.

Finally, heavy rain fell from the sky, relieving the severe drought in Guanzhong.

The emperor was overjoyed because of this and regarded it as a good omen. He specially granted Zhang Xingsu a jade crown and purple robe and conferred him the title of Supreme Taoist Immortal. At the same time, among the hundreds of Taoist temples in Mount Zhongnan, the Doumu Palace was the first.

In a short time, the name of Master Zhang spread throughout the world.

Everyone says he is a Taoist immortal.

Only then could he mobilize the wind and clouds, summon his own god of thunder, and order the God of Wind and the God of Rain to call the wind and rain.

Although this happened decades ago.

The Qing dynasty had been gone for many years.

But after all, he was a real person who had been rewarded by the court and appointed by the emperor. Zhang Xingsu was still very famous in Guanzhong and had been in charge of the various roads in Zhongnan Mountain for many years.

It is the county’s Daohuisi.

They also follow his lead.

"The mind is so confused."

"What is that guy Zhao Hu doing now?"

At this moment, Master Zhang's eyes swept across, as if they could see through the thick clouds and mist and see between the trees on Aoshan Mountain.

The inspiration of heaven and earth suddenly changed.

How could he not feel it?

Although Zhaohu had always been critical of him, thinking that he was just a name in vain, he just took advantage of the right time and place, and was lucky enough to cause a rain, and then he had been sitting on the name for decades.

But in fact, Zhang Xingsu does have real skills.

He is the direct descendant of the Longmen School of Quanzhen Taoism.

Although the Longmen School has been famous for its inner alchemy since ancient times, in fact, the people in this school have always emphasized the cultivation of both inside and outside, and the refinement of both the body and the soul.

Summoning immortals and commanding gods is just commonplace.

The Luotian Dajiao of Quanzhen Taoism is no worse than that of Longhu Mountain.

What's more, he is one of the few real people on the mountain who has reached the threshold of golden elixir.

Judging from his strength level alone, he is indeed not as good as Zhaohulu, but in terms of the art of alchemy, even a hundred Zhaohulu would not be his match.

It's just that he didn't want to argue with Zhaohu.

Do you really think that Zhang Xingsu is made of clay and paper?

"Wait, this sword intent..."

Observed intently for a moment.

I originally thought Zhao Hulu was practicing sword in seclusion.

But suddenly, a sword intent that was clearly different from that of the Chunyang School shot straight into the sky, and Zhang Xingsu couldn't help but frown.

"Sharp and outstanding... as fierce as a dragon."

"When did another great swordsman appear in Zhongnan Mountain?"

Zhang Xingsu had been in seclusion for some time, until just now when the sky above Mount Zhongnan suddenly began to surge with wind and clouds, he suddenly had an idea and broke free from his meditation.

Walk all the way from Doumu Cave to Dingxin Peak.

Scan around.

I realized that the inspiration came from Aoshan.

On weekdays, although he and Zhao Hulu didn't get along very well and they had nothing to say when they met, they were still practicing in the Zhongnan Mountains together after all.

Zhang Xingsu is very familiar with the Sword Immortal Sect.

At this moment, the sword intent from Aoshan is rising into the sky.

There are clearly two lines, one white and one black.

"Could it be that there are sword cultivators from outside the mountain coming to attack the mountain?"

As soon as the thought came to his mind, Zhang Xingsu's brows furrowed even deeper.

If so.

In case something happens.

How will it end then?

He waved his Taoist robe and was about to get up and go down the mountain. After all, he, Zhang Xingsu, was still a member of the Taoist Association. All areas in Zhongnan Mountain, no matter whether they were Confucianism, Buddhism or Taoism, were under his jurisdiction.

Determined.

Zhang Xingsu walked along the stone steps on the cliff, as if walking through the clouds and mist. In just a moment, he appeared outside the Doumu Palace.

Originally, I was thinking of giving some instructions to the disciples in the sect.

did not expect.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard on the stone stairs leading up the mountain.

From far to near.

There was also a burst of heavy breathing.

Soon, a little Taoist boy who looked only five or six years old came jogging up the stone steps.

Wearing the most common black Taoist robe.

Seems somewhat familiar.

Before Zhang Xingsu could remember his name, he saw the little Taoist boy bowing seriously.

"I have met Master Zhang."

"My master asked me to come and tell Master Zhang that nothing happened at Ao Mountain. It was a high-ranking cultivator from outside the mountain who came up the mountain to discuss swordsmanship with Master Zhao Hulu."

"Tell Master Zhang not to worry."

The little Taoist boy held his breath and spoke timidly.

"Which sect are you from?"

Hearing this, Zhang Xingsu nodded involuntarily, gave up the idea of ​​going down the mountain, and then asked curiously.

"Medicine King Temple."

"A Taoist boy from the tutelage of Master Gui Yuan."

As the little Taoist boy was speaking, another little head popped out from under the stone steps. It was a little Taoist boy of the same age as him. When he saw him looking over there, he immediately shrank back.

See this.

How could Zhang Xingsu not understand?

"Has that high-ranking cultivator from outside the mountain already met the old Immortal?"

"Yes, I chatted with the master for a while before, and then..." The little Taoist boy tilted his head and thought for a while, as if recalling the old Taoist's instructions, "Zhao Hu Zhenren went up, and the two of them went to Chunyang Palace."

"Okay, I understand."

Zhang Xingsu nodded, "Oh, by the way, please give your old master a shout out for me."

"Just say that I will come to visit you in the next few days."

"Yes, Master Zhang."

The little Taoist boy took the words to heart.

"Okay, let's go. The mountain road is slippery, so you two should be careful."

Zhang Xingsu waved his sleeves, and the little Taoist boy felt relieved at once, but he did not forget to salute. Then he called his companions and ran quickly along the mountain road.

Until the two little guys walked away.

He then withdrew his gaze and looked again in the direction of Aoshan. After hesitating for a moment, he finally gave up the idea of ​​climbing the mountain.

Just let that guy Zhao Hu worry about it.

Just for discussion.

As long as it's not attacking the mountain.

The two little Taoist boys left Doumu Palace, but did not rush back to Yaowang Temple. Instead, they went to Laojun Temple, Jade Emperor Temple, Tiejia Temple, and several caves.

Bring the master's words to each of them.

hum!

Wait until you leave Yuzhen Cave.

The two little guys were exhausted.

Qing Xu silently calculated the time, and didn't know where his master had gone. He was hesitating whether to tell his companions to go back to San Sheng Palace first.

Suddenly.

The sea of ​​clouds in the mountains is surging.

The wind was howling between heaven and earth.

Birds flew up from the mountains, and unknown small animals emerged from everywhere.

"What's going on?"

Seeing this bizarre scene, the two looked at each other in surprise.

They had been in the mountains for several years and had never seen anything like this.

"Could it be... Aoshan?"

Looking at the direction the flock of birds flew away, Qing Xu seemed to be thinking about something. They seemed to be startled by something, and the opposite direction was exactly Aoshan Peak.

The two little guys climbed up a large bluestone with difficulty.

Looking far towards Aoshan Mountain.

A huge gap appeared in the middle of the originally motionless sea of ​​clouds, and it looked like... it was cut off in the air by something.

Although the two little guys are not very old.

But what he had seen along the way and was conveying the real person's message, how could he not think of it at this moment.

"Is it caused by the swordsmanship of the two great masters?"

hum-

Almost the moment the thought arises.

On the snowy plain of Aoshan Peak.

Chen Yulou swung the dragon scale sword in his hand, and the accumulated powerful sword energy instantly tore open the void in front of him and slashed straight towards Zhao Hulu Zhenren.

"Qi and Hunyuan."

Feeling the earth-shaking sword energy.

Having already exchanged dozens of moves, Master Zhaohu, who knew well the horror of swordsmanship, could still not hide the shock on his face.

but.

The vibration was suppressed instantly.

Chen Yulou obviously intended to decide the outcome with one move.

If I get distracted at this moment, I will definitely not be able to take it.

Take a deep breath.

I saw Master Zhaohu shouting loudly.

Both hands are in the moon-embracing position.

All the spiritual energy in the body is mobilized.

The ancient sword of thunder was suspended in front of him, with lightning flashing on the sword.

"Zhou Chu...slay the dragon!"

An idea suddenly appeared in a pair of hands, and they slowly grasped the hilt of the sword. There was no wind around Master Zhaohu, and his Taoist robe rustled in the wind.

The cold light from the sword reflected his expression, which was more solemn and dignified than ever before.

Word by word.

Spit out slowly.

The moment the word "Jiao" fell, all the sword power accumulated on the Benlei Sword was used to cut down without reservation.

boom--

Two sword energies, one black and one white.

The contact was almost instantaneous.

Like the center of an explosion, the aftermath spread out in all directions.

Chen Yulou only felt the blood and energy in his body surging. He took a deep breath and forced himself to suppress it. The wind and waves swept by the sword energy passed through his body, and the snow on the big snow field was swept away in an instant.

Weed melt.

The ancient pines and bamboos on the outskirts fall down in groups like rice ears.

"puff--"

Master Zhaohu's body shook continuously and he took several steps back. Finally, he couldn't hold his breath anymore, his face turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Splashing on the snow.

The snow-white and scarlet present a sharp contrast.

And the figure in the distance, even though it was in the center of the storm, remained motionless.

See this.

A trace of bitterness appeared on Zhaohu Zhenren's face.

He slowly pulled back the Benlei Ancient Sword from the air in front of him and looked at it deeply, his brows full of complexity.

He asked himself if he had mastered the Pure Yang sword technique to an unprecedented level.

Surpassing the master and even several generations of ancestors.

But I still lost today's competition.

Only after the sword force around him had disappeared did Zhao Hulu put the ancient sword back into its sheath and put it behind his back.

Glancing around, he saw that the snowy plain had completely changed from what it was before. It was now covered in gravel and sand, and the cracks plowed by the sword energy were as dense as spider webs, covering the entire ground.

Can be imagined.

That last sword was so terrifying.

"Fellow Daoist Chen..."

"I lost!"

He let out a breath, bowed to Master Zhaohu and said seriously.

"No no no."

Hear this.

Chen Yulou waved his hands repeatedly.

There was a hint of apology in his eyes.

The agreed exchange should have been limited to a certain point, but I finally met a great swordsman, and for a moment, my mind was completely immersed in it.

Otherwise, it should have ended with that previous sword strike.

"Master, please don't move. Chen is familiar with pharmacology and medicine..."

"Hahaha, Brother Chen, you're too serious. It's just that my breath was a little unstable. I just need to meditate for a while and it will be fine."

Seeing his worried face, Zhaohu Zhenren couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

Hear the words.

Chen Yulou couldn't help but fall silent for a while.

Master Zhaohu is at the Golden Core realm, so this injury is really nothing to him.

It's just that I really can't get over this hurdle in my heart.

"Then Immortal... please meditate and regulate your breathing first. I will protect you."

"No need to."

Master Zhao Hu waved his hand and said, "It's time for your companions to go up the mountain. Why don't you go back to the temple and drink some hot tea so that I can meditate on it."

"...That's fine."

I saw that his expression had returned to normal.

Even a hint of surprise.

Chen Yulou suddenly understood that for him, such opportunities for exchange of ideas were very rare.

It is of great benefit to the improvement of kendo.

If you can gain some enlightenment from it.

Compared to this, being injured is nothing.

While talking.

Zhaohu couldn't wait to walk down the mountain, muttering something under his breath along the way. When he was excited, his eyes sparkled and he danced with joy.

And refers to the sword.

Gesturing in the air in front of him.

Chen Yulou behind him looked helpless.

He finally understood why this Master Zhaohulu couldn't get along with the Taoist priest on the mountain. He was not unfamiliar with such a pure character. On the contrary, he was very familiar with it.

That's what Partridge Whistle is like.

He even suspected that if he had not been present, given Master Zhaohu's personality, he would have started to deduce sword techniques directly on the snowy plain.

And so on all the way through the mountains and forests.

Enter Chunyang Palace from the backyard.

His two disciples immediately came forward.

"Master, those Taoists and lay Buddhists are already in the tea room..."

"okay, I get it."

Before the two of them could finish their words, they were interrupted by Master Zhaohu.

"You two should entertain the seniors well. I need to go into seclusion immediately."

Speaking of which.

He seemed to react.

Turned around and looked at Chen Yulou.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, I'm really sorry that I can't entertain you well. Please stay for a while longer. When I come out of seclusion, we can compete again."