Chapter 567: Wudang Past (I)

At midnight, everything is silent.

In Xuanyue Guan's confinement room, a corner of the originally closed window was opened, and a sneaky figure came in.

As soon as the other party landed, a faint scent floated into Chen Qisheng's nose.

In the clear vision of black and white, everything around him was a dull black, except for Zhao Yanlong's figure, which was glowing gray.

He put his finger up to his lips to signal Chen Qisheng to be silent, and then he tiptoed and took out an iron pot from behind his waist.

"Hehe, this is good stuff. Authentic wild boar meat, without any garbled agricultural ingredients."

Zhao Yanlong placed the iron pot in front of Chen Qisheng, opened the lid, and the aroma mixed with the hot steam came out.

"The grandsons in the kitchen actually dared to attack our senior brothers, and even caused you to be imprisoned by the master. Senior brother, I have to help you get out. So I took all their stocks. How about it? It's interesting. Bar?"

Zhao Yanlong rubbed his lower back, which was stinging from the heat, and said with a smile: "Have a try."

Chen Qisheng picked up a piece with his bare hands and stuffed it into his mouth, nodded and said, "It smells good!"

"Eat more if it smells good. I'll take care of it this time."

Zhao Yanlong held his knees with both hands and squatted in front of Chen Qisheng. He scratched his head in embarrassment and said angrily: "Junior brother, in fact, I really didn't have the guts to face you at that time. I was actually planning to move reinforcements." Coming."

Chen Qisheng pulled out a stick bone and chewed on it while paying no attention to Zhao Yanlong.

"Everything I tell is the truth, you have to believe me. If I lie to you, I"

Zhao Yanlong's eyes moved around, and finally landed on the altar behind Chen Qisheng. He pointed at the statue of Lingguan on the stage and said: "If I lie to you, then let Master Lingguan punish me so that I can never practice in this life." If you are really angry, you will never be able to enter the Tao for the rest of your life. How about that?"

Perhaps the messy bun disturbed him from eating meat, so Chen Qisheng raised a hand covered in oil and water to pull the hair away from his eyes.

Just as a column of moonlight fell, his face was covered with bruises and bloodstains.

When Zhao Yanlong saw this scene, he immediately felt deflated. His squatting body fell back and sat down on the ground.

"Junior brother, I admit that I am timid and spineless. I know I was wrong. Just don't blame me, okay?"

Zhao Yanlong had a mournful face: "There were so many people across from me at that time, and I wasn't good at fighting with them. When I saw blood, I started to panic. When I panic, my mind goes blank, my legs don't work, and I don't know why. He ran away and left you, junior brother, there alone."

"I don't blame you."

"I'm really nothing, huh?"

Zhao Yanlong, who was constantly condemning himself, suddenly stopped talking, and surprise filled his eyes: "Junior brother, what did you say? Do you really not blame me?"

"It's really not surprising. I also ate the meat you brought from the kitchen before, senior brother. Naturally, I also had a share in the trouble the other side faced. And I'm good at fighting, so naturally it's my turn. When it comes to using your brain, senior brother. He is good at it and everyone has a reasonable division of labor, so there is nothing strange about it.”

"Do you really think so?"

Seeing that Chen Qisheng forgave him so easily, Zhao Yanlong couldn't help but widen his eyes with suspicion on his face.

"Of course. Do you want to eat this meat? If not, I'll eat it all."

"Of course, little brat, leave some for me."

Only then did Zhao Yanlong realize that the meat in the pot had reached the bottom. He hurriedly ran around, took out a pair of chopsticks from his sleeves and grabbed them into the pot.

The dark confinement room was lit by moonlight.

Under the majestic statue, there is the aroma of meat.

The two teenagers touched each other, their mouths full of food, and they looked at each other occasionally, smiling happily and contentedly.

"This mountain pig is really authentic, and it cannot be compared to those crooked melons and split dates produced by Nongxu."

Zhao Yanlong swallowed the last bite of meat, leaned on the futon, and burped with satisfaction.

"By the way, senior brother, let me tell you something. I seem to have developed my true energy."

Chen Qisheng grabbed the curtain on the side to wipe his hands and said lightly.

"Just practice it. Huh? What are you talking about?"

Zhao Yanlong looked in disbelief, and when he saw Chen Qisheng nodded affirmatively, a look of astonishment suddenly appeared on his face.

"How could it be so fast? How many days have you been practicing Tai Chi? I've been practicing for a year and I still don't feel the slightest bit of energy."

"That's what I felt when I was fighting with the guys in the kitchen."

Chen Qisheng said uncertainly: "Maybe actual combat is more conducive to stimulating true energy."

"The masters in the temple never said anything like this happened."

Zhao Yanlong was feeling annoyed at the moment and wished he could give himself a slap in the face. If he had not run away at that time, he might have been able to stimulate his true energy.

But in a second thought, Zhao Yanlong gave up. He really wanted to challenge a dozen people with two chair legs. Let alone stimulating his true energy, it would be good if he could avoid being beaten to death.

Chen Qisheng sat on the futon, stretched out his legs, and asked: "Brother, what exactly is this Qi? Can you tell me?"

"I don't even have one myself, how do I know what it is?"

Zhao Yanlong looked frustrated and said angrily.

However, after a while, he still sat upright and said after pondering for a moment: "I heard from the masters before that the entire Taoist order is now divided into two groups. One group is practicing Qi refining, that is us. The other group is practicing Qi refining. Qi is the group of people now known as the 'New Sect'."

"Before Chongzhen Zhongxing, it originated from the ancient word Qi, which means cloud gas. There is not much difference between them. But after Emperor Yizong established the sequence of three religions, nine streams and twelve principles, "Qi" and "Qi" were derived into Two different concepts.”

"In the view of the new Taoist sect, 'qi' is the innate source and is born with it. They advocate 'training qi to transform into spirit' and only pursue the Taoist mind and don't care about the physical body."

"And "qi", in our view, refers to the energy generated through acquired breathing and practice, which is the true qi you feel. What we are pursuing is to 'train qi and transform into essence', to cultivate one's nature and life The two become one and complement each other.”

Although Chen Qisheng has been cultivating Taoism in Longhu Mountain since he was a child, this is the first time he has heard the terms "Zhen Qi" and "Heart Qi".

In the Japanese area, when he killed Zhang Qingsheng and was promoted to the Human Immortal Lord, he felt the true energy growing in his body.

At that time, I thought it was the changes brought about by the promotion of the sequence, but now it seems that the real old school has been cultivating Qi since before joining the sequence.

I ended up on this path again by accident.

"Our Taoist ancestor once said that only cultivating one's nature and not one's life is the first disease of cultivation."

Zhao Yanlong shook his head and said: "You may not think that the speed of the new sect's cultivation is much faster than ours, but their bodies are fragile, like paper. If you poke them with a sword, they will die. Although our cultivation is difficult, it can be The strength is much stronger than those of the new factions, and they have no weaknesses in fighting. "

"Those warriors outside bully men and women, and are domineering. Today they slap the master, and tomorrow they give the Buddha a punch and kick, but they just don't dare to come to our place to cause trouble. Do you know why?"

Zhao Yanlong smiled proudly: "Because they practice internal strength, the zhenqi we practice is not inferior to them at all, and we are even better at fighting than them!"

Chen Qisheng asked in confusion: "If you are so powerful, why would anyone want to be a new sect's Taoist priest?"

"Why else? I want to take a shortcut."

Zhao Yanlong leaned forward and took out a fruit from the tribute on the altar. While biting it, he said vaguely: "Take our Xuanyue Temple as an example. We are a Taoist branch of the Zheng'er Bajing of Wudang Mountain. It's impressive. How many Taoists are there who can cultivate true energy and hope to become Taoists?"

"And the older you get, the less chance you have of generating true energy. If you are unlucky, you might just be a Taoist boy after practicing for the rest of your life."

"But the New School is much simpler. As long as you are not an ignorant fool, you will always have a chance to join the order after spending more than ten years. And I heard that Lao Shizi's 'Huang Liang' can make people If you practice dreaming and sleep for several years or decades, a pig can become a spirit."

Zhao Yanlong curled his lips: "So now those ignorant believers have gone to Longhu Mountain, and our incense is getting worse and worse. They don't even think about it. If dreams can come true, wouldn't everyone be the same?" Immortal?"

"Senior Brother, is it because you choose Zhen Qi instead of Xin Qi because Zhen Qi is stronger than Xin Qi?"

"Little beggar, what you said is wrong. Are we practicing to compare with who is stronger? No, what we practice is truth, Tao, and..."

Zhao Yanlong, who was making an impassioned speech, suddenly saw the scars on Chen Qisheng's face. He suddenly felt guilty, scratched his head and laughed.

"Actually, senior brother, let me tell you the truth. I don't do it for anything else. I just want our way to be able to eat and drink. You said that even the immortals on the stage have to eat a stick of incense, but we are not If a god has no emotions and six desires, can he still be called a human being?"

Zhao Yanlong patted his belly leisurely: "I haven't become a human yet, so why should I rush to become an immortal? I'd better focus on the human world first, junior brother, are you right?"

"Zhao Yanlong, you can't run away!"

There are mountains and forests in front of you, and there are people all around.

Zhao Yanlong, who was already a young man, was standing back to back with Chen Qisheng, with the sword in his hand stained with blood, surrounded by enemies.

"Wang Jiulang, you bastard, we agreed that we would all work together to pass the exam, but now you are betraying your trust, aren't you afraid that Master Dao Ancestor will strike you to death with a thunderbolt?"

"Join forces? You even believe this, Zhao Yanlong, you are really stupid."

A disdainful sneer came from the crowd: "There are only so many places for the assessment granted by Wudang this time. You and your idiot junior brother want to take two. Why?"

"You promised me!" Zhao Yanlong shouted with red eyes.

"I promised you, but if you can't pass the test, you can't blame me. Go ahead and destroy them."

The evil wind blew through the forest, howling like a mountain ghost.

Cold murderous intent followed the approaching figures.

"In a moment, I will be in front, senior brother, and you will be behind. The end point of the assessment is in front of you. Don't get entangled with them. Rush over in one breath and settle the score with them later!"

Chen Qisheng looked around coldly and made arrangements very quickly.

Zhao Yanlong swallowed nervously and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"kill!"

A scream exploded beside Chen Qisheng.

Chen Qisheng reacted very quickly. The long sword in his hand came first and stabbed directly into the man's stomach, knocking him down in an instant.

"rush!"

Chen Qisheng took the lead and rushed forward. Zhao Yanlong followed closely behind him. When he found the enemy who had not completely lied down, he immediately added two swords.

At the end of the mountain road, an archway with the characters "Zhishi Xuanyue" written on it can be seen in the distance.

But soon, Chen Qisheng's sight was completely blocked by the dense crowd of people.

Meeting on a narrow road is naturally a bloody melee.

The sound of collision and screams overlapped and resounded throughout the Wudang Mountain Road.

But in such a chaotic battle, even if Chen Qisheng was brave enough, it would be difficult to protect Zhao Yanlong from the tide of enemies.

One careless move and the two were separated. Zhao Yanlong fell far away and was surrounded by people.

Ding!

The long sword in Zhao Yanlong's hand was chopped away. He lowered his head to avoid a heavy punch in the face. He reached out to grab the left foot of the puncher, pulled hard, flipped him to the ground, and punched him in the face.

Before he had time to catch his breath, another evil wind came in front of him. He hurriedly blocked it with his arms, but was kicked and rolled backwards.

His forehead hit the hard mountain road, and blood instantly flowed like a pillar.

Zhao Yanlong, who finally stopped rolling, picked up a short sword and waved it randomly, trying to force the people around him away. Finally, he got a moment to breathe and stood up again.

At this moment, Zhao Yanlong's left hand was twisted into a twisted position, and it was obvious that his bones had been broken by someone. The pain that penetrated into his bone marrow made his eyes black.

In the distance, there were shouts and screams, and Chen Qisheng's sword was like a swimming dragon, and there was no enemy in front of him.

As expected of my junior brother, he is really amazing!

Zhao Yanlong showed a miserable smile, and his injuries were immediately affected, and his figure staggered.

But he gritted his teeth and didn't let himself make any sound.

This time, he couldn't drag his junior brother down again.

Without me, he would definitely be able to rush out and pass the assessment to become the Taoist order of Wudang.

Definitely!

As soon as the thought fell, the attack came again.

A long stick came down head-on, Zhao Yanlong slightly turned sideways, letting the stick fall on his shoulder, making a crisp sound.

The Taoist holding the long stick was overjoyed when he saw this, and was about to swing the stick horizontally to smash Zhao Yanlong's head, but suddenly he felt a chill in his abdomen.

"Fuck your grandmother's leg!"

Zhao Yanlong leaned over and rushed into his arms, raised his head, and hit the opponent's chin hard. Then he roared, stabbed the opponent's abdomen with the short sword in his right hand, and suddenly exerted force on his shoulders, staring at the opponent and rushing up the steps.

"Go, Chen Qisheng, you kid, hurry up and don't block your senior brother's way!"

Zhao Yanlong's pupils were bloodshot, and his mouth was full of saliva. He actually climbed several steps with a group of people.

Chen Qisheng, who was still on a high place, heard the shouting and seemed to really think that Zhao Yanlong was following him closely. The sword light in his hand immediately raised a colder cold light, killing the people in front of him and making them wail.

Seeing Chen Qisheng advancing forward like a broken bamboo, Zhao Yanlong's breath in his heart dissipated at once, his feet softened, and he fell to the ground.

The Taoist priest who was used as a shield by him and suffered countless sword strikes had already lost consciousness, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

"Haha... This cultivation is too tiring. I won't cultivate it anymore, I won't cultivate it anymore."

Zhao Yanlong turned over with difficulty, lying on his back, his chest heaving violently, his Taoist robe was covered with cuts from swords, and a bloody hole was pierced through his left calf by someone at some point.

"Although I was deceived this time, I should be like a senior brother now, right? I should be."

Clang!

The wind whistled, and there was a sword light slashing down.

The fear of death gripped Zhao Yanlong's heart tightly, and the heroic courage just now disappeared. He closed his eyes and screamed subconsciously.

"Junior brother!!"

Puff!

The sound of the long sword entering the flesh made Zhao Yanlong tremble all over.

But the pain was unexpected, and it did not fall on him.

"Brother, next time if it doesn't work, let's shout earlier, otherwise it will be really tiring for me to kill down from above."

A playful laugh sounded above his head, Zhao Yanlong opened his eyelids and saw a smiling face covered with bloodstains.

"You little bastard, who told you to control me?"

Zhao Yanlong shouted angrily, but the fingers that grabbed Chen Qisheng's trouser legs were not obedient and could not be loosened.

"You are my brother, if I don't control you, who will?"

Chen Qisheng grabbed Zhao Yanlong's collar and carried his body on his shoulders.

"Hold on tight, don't fall down again this time!"

"Don't be stupid, let me down quickly"

"Go!"

Chen Qisheng roared, quickened his pace, raised his knees and rushed forward, actually carrying Zhao Yanlong and leaping up, smashing the chest of a person blocking the road with his flying knees, and pressing the other person to smash on the mountain road.

Bang!

The mountain road collapsed, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Chen Qisheng stepped sideways, dodging the attacking weapon, and then slashed with his long sword, cutting open a man's face.

The fallen corpse did not deter the enemies around, but instead aroused more fierce murderous aura.

An entry test allows bloodshed and killing, and only Wudang is allowed in the world of Taoism.

Such bravery is only found in the old school of the Ming Dynasty.

In the black and white world, you can't see the scarlet blood, but you can really feel the pain of being hit by a sword.

But none of this can stop Chen Qisheng's steps.

The sword in his hand was bitten off by flesh and blood, so he used his fist.

The fist tip penetrated the bone, and the fingers were exposed white, but the fist still did not loosen.

Fighting all the way, bloody every step.

Zhao Yanlong, who was lying on his shoulder, closed his eyes tightly and said nothing, but on his face, which was also covered with blood, he didn't know when there were two dirty water marks.

When the shouting and killing in his ears stopped, Zhao Yanlong finally opened his eyes slowly.

The bright sunlight shone into his eyes. He did not look at the shining memorial archway, but stared at the sharp-edged profile that was so close.

"Junior brother."

At the end of the mountain road, under the memorial archway.

There was one last person blocking the road.

It was the culprit who cheated Zhao Yanlong, Wang Jiulang of Taiyue Temple.

The handsome Taoist priest in a spotless robe held a floating sword in his open hand, with a dignified look and indifferent eyes looking down at the blood-soaked Chen Qisheng.

"Brother, hold on tight."

Chen Qisheng took a deep breath and grinned.

"Brother, I will take you to the Wudang Mountain Gate right now!"