Chapter 199 The Immortals Ride Cranes Down South

Qi Xianman so unsmiling a Dragon Tiger Taoist, the results to the Wudang Mountain, stayed a long time, but also by the Hong wash the elephant to the scourge of the light, not to be pulled to the palace to repair and mend, is to cut wood to burn charcoal to build a bamboo building, the period inevitably with the Wudang on several generations of Taoist have bumped into, at first Wudang small words of the generation of the Taoist children have not been a good face, and then see this Dragon Tiger Mountain to the, although the perennial face with the tens of thousands of Guan money owed him, but the heart is not bad, plus the young master granduncle and the head teacher and this person to treat with courtesy, plus Taoist children heard that this guy sword with the six master uncle uncle not Like, but the heart is not bad, coupled with the young uncle and the head teacher and this person to treat with courtesy, coupled with the children heard that this guy sword with the six uncle uncle is not the same as middling, bold some of them, they muster the courage to ask him some flying swords door, that surnamed Qi is also heroic, no gateway to the view that there is a question must be answered, later, a large group of admiration for the sword fairy elegance and the jianghu style clouds of the Taoist children are followed by the ass back to the chirping and crooning non-stop, Qi Qi Xian Man lived in the cold secluded bamboo house is also invariably lively, and the golden rules and regulations of the Taoist court of the Dragon and Tiger Mountain is different, Wudang Mountain does not have too much to say, Qi Xian Man originally thought that it would be very uncomfortable, not to mention those mischievous and simple Taoist children, and even a few riding the bull a few senior brothers, Chen Carefree Song Zhiming Yu Xingrui and other people, have a salty and unassuming dealings.

Qi immortal warrior unconsciously will be a few points less with the bull riding the original intention of the fight, calm down the mind, in the Wudang Mountain practice sword practice.

Occasionally go to the summit of the main peak of the gap to enjoy the sunrise and sunset in the Palace of Taixu, looking out, east and west, north and south, seventy-two peaks, such as the lotus petals arching the main peak, together with the presentation of a bowed down to worship posture, each time the spit finished, retracted the line of sight, qi Xianman can not help but look at the real is the Lv Zu’s relics of the immortal sword, hanging under the eaves of the big Gengjiao, for five hundred years of the unearthly Lv Zu, qi Xianman since early childhood will be revered to the point that, otherwise it will not be bent on cultivating sword, the sword is the only thing that is not a good idea. Otherwise would not be so dedicated to the practice of the sword, the pursuit of that flying sword to take thousands of miles away from the head of the ultimate sword art, the sword in the Taoist sect divided into two kinds of Taoist sword sword, since ancient times is to respect the Taoist sword light sword, simple to say that the Taoist sword to cut the seven emotions and six desires, the sword to cut the demons to cut the evil and the injustice, the former in the cultivation of ascension of a hundred benefits and no harm, the latter is inevitably contaminated with the cause and effect, there has been a Dragon and Tiger Mountain Master of the Heavenly Master will be therefore encountered a rare heavenly tribulation, almost the same spot soldier to dissolve! If not for Longhu Mountain’s decisive decision to lose a number of Dragon Pond Lucky Lotus as the price, the consequences are unimaginable, Qi Xianman go sword path, Longhu Mountain is not without objections and regrets.

Today is the birth anniversary of the Yujing god Zhenwu Da Di, on the mountain incense burners in an endless stream, strange to say, since riding a bull to take over as headmaster, although there is no last headmaster Wang Chonglou kind of a finger to break the river’s fairy deeds, and this surname Hong even a time to go down the mountain has not been, but the incense of Wudang Mountain is more and more exuberant, qi immortal warrior often listen to the same door white yu explains the qigong, a slight understanding of one or two, in the main peak of the viewing clouds and look at the Xia, need to know that the Wudang stands in the northwest of the continent, and the world’s qi is always from the west to the east, as the rolling river to the sea, but this period of time, even qi Xianman this look qi layman, and vaguely see the sea of clouds, layers and layers of the seventy-two peaks convergence, just do not know when the day will be a thick and thin hair. Fortunately, Qi Xian Man has always been unwilling to worry about the sky, whether Xuan Wu when the Xing, Dragon and Tiger can long glory, who is the true ancestral court of Taoism, who was imperial edicts of the king’s reward, for him, are not important, Qi Xian Man suddenly jumped in the heart and soul, staring at wide-eyed, raised his head towards the sheath has been unsheathed for five hundred years of the immortal sword to look at.

This ancient sword, which had been silent for half a thousand years since Lü Zu’s ascension to Immortality, was actually trembling and chirping like a dragon.

The sea of clouds on the seventy-two peaks boiled, eventually resembling seventy-two white dragons swimming towards the main peak.

Hundreds of yellow cranes soared and hovered.

Because of the true emperor’s birthday and flocked to the mountain of the vast incense almost simultaneously raised their heads to see this vision, I do not know who shouted a true emperor manifestation, tens of thousands of fear of the incense all kneeling on the ground, the ordinary people of the world, you say with them the saints classics, subtle morality, profound Buddhism, often benefit not much use, they tend to see the shallow and obvious things only to like to be afraid of, such as the people of the smallest bucket! See those ruffians and scoundrels in the hands of the knife, gun, stick, or the official’s embroidered clothing and palanquin. Therefore, Buddhism will have eighteen hell, scared people trembling, Taoism has a variety of real people to help the people, these things, scholars often do not bother to talk about the people of the city streets and lanes, but the most shocking people. Dipper Lord died, the real Wu Da Di sat down Wudang, edicts of the North, the heyday, the South will have countless visitors to Wudang burn incense to pray for blessings, now Wudang prestige decline, but most of the people of the North is still quite pious and trusting in their hearts, especially this overhead roiling sea of clouds rolling, the yellow cranes chirping, who do not honor the God of the Holy Spirit?

Chen Careless, who was searching for a tome in the scripture building, staggered to the window, shakily pushed the window open and burst into tears, his lips trembling as he said, “Master Wang, Junior Brother has become a success!”

Song Zhiming, who was refining pills in the mountains, did not care about a pot of pills that were regarded as immortal by mortals, and knelt down with a thud and kowtowed, “Song Zhiming, the thirty-sixth disciple of Wudang, greets the Ancestor Master!”

Yu Xingrui, who had sought out a disciple in the East China Sea with clear bones, was sitting on a futon platform and teaching that disciple the internal martial arts, stroking his palms and laughing, bursting into tears, and saying with great excitement, “Li Yu Kettle, your master teacher is finally coming down from the mountain!”

Seventy-two peaks towards the big top, twenty-four streams with long flowing water. One of the longest one flying straight down the waterfall as if God help, the low end was lifted up and straightened, leading to the neighboring that only a young Taoist practicing heavenly way of the small Lotus Peak, the waterfall as a white practice across the sky, tens of thousands of visitors to see this scene, as if in a fairyland, even more silent, a large Wudang Mountain, almost a pin drop can be heard. Who is the bridge for? Qi Xian Man witnessed the ancient sword with the sheath flying out of the palace of Taixu, followed by, along the suspension of the two peaks of the peaks of the water bridge running swept to the small lotus peaks, see the bull riding in a daze against the turtle camel monument, murmured: “Today’s solution to the sign, it is appropriate to go down to the south of the Yangtze River.”

That immortal ancient sword around the young master flying circles, as old friends reunion, joyful leap.

The heart-stirring Immortal Qi asked in a drunken voice, “Hong Zaixiang, who in the world are you? Why is Lu Zu’s saber connected to your spirit!”

Riding a bull young master uncle ignored, look stunned, pinch the fingers and then count, for a long time before spitting out a breath, towards Qi Xian Man faint smile, slowly get up and then reach out to touch the stagnant suspended ancient sword, finger a wipe, three feet of green peaks clear and bright as water, the scabbard is separated, softly said: “You go to the south of Jiangnan, you go to the dragon and tiger. I will follow.”

The scabbard went towards Longhu Mountain, and the sword body flew towards Jiangnan.

The ancient sword went “down the mountain” first.

A simple Taoist robe of Hong Zaixiang patted the dust, mounted a huge-sized yellow crane, and looked towards Jiangnan.

Jiangnan is good, it is best to be red.

Qi Immortal Man looked up to see the yellow crane far away and said in horror, “Lu Zu?!”

Qi Xian Man was originally shocked beyond words, then saw that the yellow crane went and returned, no longer riding a bull changed to ride a crane guy hurriedly jumped down, a face of embarrassment and smiled: “First go to say hello to a few senior brothers before leaving the mountain. By the way, brother Qi, in recent days those Taoist children’s science and industry, will trouble you to take over.”

Qi immortal warrior, who was of a rigid nature, couldn’t help but want to explode in foul language, what the hell is an immortal ah!

When I was a child, I never went out of that Daoxuanwudangxing pagoda, the new head teacher, was scolded by His Highness as a cowardly young Taoist priest, finally had the courage to go down the mountain. Born a spectacle, the Taoist riding a yellow crane far away.

The yellow crane in the clouds shuttle, swept through the northwest of the majestic city of fish dragon pass, majestic, pass city lock yin border, defense line stretches, overlapping construction of the defensive situation, barriers, is one of the empire of the northern desert throat, there are soldiers and soldiers climbed to the city to see the distance, I do not know who is the first to knock that the yellow crane, it seems that there is a person sitting on the back of the crane? Someone? There really is a person! This news immediately spread like crazy, the border generals are flocking to the heights of the city, really see a Taoist monk look like an immortal on a crane eastbound, the northwest gate suddenly exploded, when the crane whistling overhead, the people look up, do not dare to speak, for fear of disturbing the celestial heavenly freedom.

The Central Plains prosperous place, there is a yellow crane tower stands in the river, wing angle jagged, imposing. There has been a poet immortal left a world-famous piece of “former people have taken the yellow crane to go, this place is empty after the yellow crane building”, according to legend, five hundred years ago, Guanshi escaped Lv Dongxuan cultivation for two hundred years, the final proof of the immortal position, swore that there is a world of injustice will not want to go up to heaven, to poetry, sword and wine leisurely tour of the earth, has been driving a crane over the building, attracted the purple gas to the east, the building walls are written with the famous poems of the various generations of various dynasties On the walls of the building are written more than 300 famous poems and lines from all dynasties, with the one about the yellow crane as the leader. Today there is a grand poetry will be held upstairs, the Central Plains scholars are wine and poetry is flourishing, fiercely heard that there is a miraculous yellow crane from the west to the east and flew, have come to the outer corridor to watch, close, only to be shocked to realize that there is an immortal sitting on it, no less than the year Lv Zu elegance! A literati look at each other, do not believe, the world really have land immortals?

Five hundred years ago, he left on a crane, five hundred years later, he returned on a crane.

Misty waves, yellow cranes in the air swept past the Yellow Crane Tower, an old scholar said: “My generation witnessed this scene, not in vain.”

Jiangnan.

Old people and old scenes are old.

Autumn wind rises, autumn leaves fall, life gets together and disperses again, autumn crows roost and are frightened again, when will we know when we will see each other, it is hard to be sad at this time and in this scene.

The colorful peonies of the Temple of the State of China withered one after another, and there were still some hundred-year-old osmanthus to be enjoyed in the early fall, and the trees were old enough to have a long time to remember, and the branches were always green and fragrant. Recently, Lu’s family in Huting County overshadowed the rest of the three families, just like the old laurel in front of a pair of women, which is the only one in the forest. Lu’s head of the family resigned from the State Scholarship right after the priest, because of the blessing, into the Ministry of Rites, the official in the second grade, and the free scattered Tongxi sword fairy Lu Baijie left the Retreat Garden, went to the capital, and immediately assumed the position of the Ministry of the Army, only one step away from the Cabinet Minister, the brothers echoed each other, the Lu family of the south of the Yangtze River moved overnight, had to re-examine the in-laws of the King of the Northern Liang. The family’s reputation has risen, but the infamous Jiangnan Road, the most beautiful widow, but the door is completely cold, scholar Liu Liting was dragged to death with horses, Huting County, who dares to get close to her? I heard that the widow occasionally infected with wind and cold, originally not weak body will be thin to go, it is said that the reduction of powerful, Jiangnan Road men have complex thoughts, the women are the same enemy, many have suffered losses are busy to go to the temple Taoist temple to burn incense, and have to pray with the bodhisattvas, I hate to be this head of the vixen sooner than the illness of death is good, the relationship is usually familiar with the aristocracy of the women get together, in private, they are going to be ruthless slander a few words before comfort, now Lu family power Now the Lu family power to move to the capital court, especially after Tongxi Jianxian to leave the Jiangnan Road, Huting County Lu family will inevitably in the trivial matters can not take advantage of what, the original was suppressed rumors, more and more intense, on the defeat of the widow’s attack on the revival of the tirade of the clamor, the clamor of the four rising.

In front of the old laurel tree, where the laurels had fallen to the ground, the maid Er Qiao said indignantly: ”Miss, those shrews don’t even remember to fight, and have begun to make up stories about what Miss isn’t doing! I really want to slap them!”

The woman, who was indeed much thinner compared to the past, reached out and nodded the tip of her personal maid’s nose, and smiled charmingly, “Still talking about others, you yourself aren’t also a little shrew.”

The little maid with clear eyebrows laughed cheekily, “I heard Shizi say that Miss used to love to wear red skirts and red clothes and red dresses, so why has Er Qiao never seen it before?”

The woman was in a trance and softly said, “You are still young, you won’t understand even if you say so.”

Er Qiao muttered, “Not small.”

The woman bends down and picks up a handful of golden yellow osmanthus, her hands are full of osmanthus scent, she looks up at the osmanthus tree branches and leaves, silent.

The maid was concerned, “Miss, it’s cold, why don’t we go back?”

The woman whose face was slightly white and no longer rosy shook her head and said, “Stay a little longer.”

The little maid timidly said, “Miss, I said you can not be angry.”

The woman smiled and said, “Tell me.”

The maid bowed her head and said, “His Highness the World Son once gossiped with Er Qiao and said that there was a coward on Wudang Mountain who still secretly liked Miss all these years.”

The woman looked at the sky, loosened her five fingers, the osmanthus balls fell, and sighed, “That was my brother who lied to you.”

Er Qiao carefully asked, “Actually, Miss is waiting in her heart, right?”

The woman turned her head and flicked the maid’s smooth forehead, saying, “You unashamed little woman.”

Er Qiao reddened her little face and puffed up her cheeks to sulk.

“You are Xu Lip Hu?”

A gloomy voice entered his ears.

Er Qiao looked up angrily, following the voice, and saw a young man squatting on the wall of the Retribution Temple, carrying a long sword.

Xu Lihu reached out to gather the maid, who did not know the dangers of the world, behind her and calmly asked, “What is it that you are looking for me for?”

The knifeman grinned and said, “My name is Yuan Tingshan, I don’t change my name, I don’t change my name, I have some grudges with your younger brother of His Highness the Prince, and besides, taking benefits from people to do things for them, if not, Yuan wouldn’t have to come to this Jiangnan Road to cross the line with you, a widow.”

Xu Lihu sank his face, not panicking.

From Hui Mountain all the way to Jiangnan Road, Yuan Tingshan laughed: “Outside Lu House guards are given me chopped to death, the newspaper Temple a few donkeys do not know how to be interested in, and also chopped to go to the West to see the Buddha, to be honest, nowadays on the Jiangnan Road is also Tongxi Jianxian can fight with Yuan, but unfortunately go to the capital, Xu Liphu, not to mention you are in the newspaper Temple, is in Lu House, Yuan can also be killed from the gate all the way to you! I can kill you all the way from the front door!”

Xu Liuhu sneered, “If you want to kill, just do it, why are you nagging like a woman?”

Yuan Tingshan is not angry at all, very curious to stare at this special widow, tsk: “In the past, Yuan killed people, indeed not with those who will die half a sentence of nonsense, but you are different, the head of the interesting, casually give a knife to the death of a woman, it is a pity.”

Xu Lihu asked, “What do you mean?”

Yuan Tingshan tilted his head, stretched out a blood-dripping arm and laughed, “You’re not afraid of death? If you are relying on the dead soldier from your family in Northern Liang to secretly protect you, then Yuan might as well tell you that that brother is also dead, probably because he hasn’t done any big business for some years, and is a bit rusty, otherwise I’m afraid that Yuan will have to enter the Temple of the State of Retribution later. Xu Lihu, now you are afraid of death?”

Xu Lip Hu smiled miserably and asked, “This little girl behind you, how do you dispose of her?”

Yuan Tingshan said bluntly, “Naturally, it’s a matter of a knife, Yuan Mou did not have that penchant for pity.”

Xu Lip Hu turned his head to look, the maid Er Qiao innocently laughed: “Miss, Er Qiao is afraid of pain, but not afraid of death.”

Xu Lip Hu closed her eyes and said, “You do it.”

Yuan Tingshan stood up and stood on the wall, his face grim as he slowly drew his sword.

“You dare?!”

There were words accompanied by the clear sound of an ancient sword whistling.

There was a sword that came from Wudang Mountain, thousands of miles away.

It landed in front of Xu Lipid Tiger.

As the yellow crane sailed through Huting County in Jiangnan, a young Taoist priest fell like a meteor, instantly arriving in the courtyard of the Retribution Temple.

Rao is mentally tough and resilient as Yuan Tingshan, only to leap off the city wall, but also suddenly dumbfounded, a flying sword strangely hanging in the air, and then a young Taoist monk appeared in front of the eyes, this Taoist is acting even more incredible, looking at the southeast, angrily: “Zhao Huang Chao, believe it or not, Hong washed the elephant with a sword to cut off your Zhao’s qi luck!”

The ancient sword instantly disappeared.

In front of the gate of Longhu Mountain, first there was a scabbard from the sky and clouds straight down to the earth.

Then an ancient sword flew and happened to return to the scabbard.

When the ancient sword was sheathed, the entire Longhu Mountain shook with a roar.

Following that, there was no sign of the immortal, but an immortal came with a voice: “Zhao Huang Chao, believe it or not, Hong Zaixiang chopped off your Zhao’s qi fortune with a sword!”

The Dragon Pond Lotus of Luck withered nine times in a flash!

In the Ancestral Hall of the Heavenly Master’s Mansion, many ancestral tablets that had been worshipped for centuries and millennia fell to the ground.

A middle-aged Daoist from Longhu Mountain was furious and looked towards the Demon Beheading Stage: “Hong Zaixiang, no matter if you are the reincarnation of Lu Dongxuan or Qi Xuanzhe, if you are acting against the heavens like this, are you not afraid of the imminent heavenly calamity?!”

The immortal’s words once again landed on the Devil Beheading Platform like thunder in the sky, and came from afar: “Seven hundred years of cultivation, what can a mere heavenly tribulation do to me?!”

In the Temple of the State, the young Taoist priest has not yet made a move, Yuan Tingshan is already bleeding from the seven orifices, gritted his teeth and his back smashed through the wall, retreated again and again, his liver and guts want to split.

The unharmed little maid, Er Qiao, tugged on the sleeve of the woman in front of her, and said blankly, “Miss, is it a fairy from heaven?”

Xu Lihu red eyes, don’t look at the young master uncle who was angry for the first time in his life, as if the little girl was gambling, “What fairy, the stinking Taoist monk from Wudang Mountain.”

The young Taoist who rode a crane down to Jiangnan mouthed that he didn’t even care about the heavenly robberies, only at this moment, he even revealed the constipation that made the maid Er Qiao puzzled, and a big yellow crane stopped in the courtyard, blowing down countless laurels.

Always skimming the head of Xu Lihu asked in a deep voice: “What are you doing in Jiangnan?”

Er Qiao only saw the Taoist red-faced, wanting to speak.

She thought to herself if this immortal Taoist priest was also too thin-skinned.

Xu Lihu slowly turned his head and asked, “Who the hell are you?”

The young Daoist who had been expected to carry the Heavenly Dao on his shoulders hemmed and hawed blushingly, “Hong Zaixiang ah.”

Xu Lihu repeated, “What are you doing here?”

The young Daoist said boldly, “That year at Lotus Peak, you said you wanted to ride a crane.”

She turned her back on this coward.

This Daoist, who had put out the word that he wanted to cut off the Qi of the Zhao Dynasty, took a deep breath and laughed, “Xu Lip Hu, I like you.”

“Believe it or not, I’ve liked you for seven hundred years.”

“So there is no one else in this world who has liked you longer than me.”

“In my next life, I’ll still like you.”

The maid Er Qiao blinks her watery eyes, her little head is a muddle, she only sees the young lady covering her mouth and crying and laughing, so she doesn’t understand even more, alas, it seems that the young lady’s claim that she is young and doesn’t understand things is true ah.

The young Taoist reached out his hand and said softly, “Where do you want to go, I accompany you.”

This day, Wudang young master riding a crane to the south of the river, and Xu Lihu riding a crane away from the jianghu.

Immortals ride cranes to Jiangnan, only to enter the Jianghu, then out of the Jianghu.