Chapter 941 Cheng Baishuang realized the truth and jumped to the realm of Taoism. Zhang Shengren looked for trouble.
A group of four people walked through the golden persimmon forest of Xiaolian Peak and came to the turtle carving monument on the top of the mountain. This stele was built by the Dafeng Dynasty at the beginning of the order. The inscription is “The Dayue of the Imperial Taoist Ancestral Court”, which symbolizes the glory of Wudang Mountain hundreds of years ago. Its size is unparalleled in the world. The only woman among the four tourists grabbed a ripe persimmon in her hand, stood under the turtle-carrying monument, and looked up to browse the inscription. The other three men stood side by side on the cliff, looking at the scenery at the foot of Wudang Mountain. The oldest man stood in the middle with a sword on his waist. On the left is a thin swordsman carrying a long sword, and on the right is a elegant scholar with frosty white temples.
Then when the beautiful woman turned her head casually, she saw a strange scene. At some point, only one person stood on the cliff. It turned out that the swordsman and swordsman had already taken back dozens of steps, not far from her.
She gently walked to the two elders and asked softly to the old man with swordsman: “Grandpa Mao, Uncle Cheng is this.”
The three of them are Lin Hongyuan, the young master of the Dragon Palace in southern Xinjiang, Mao Shulang, the first person in the south of the swordsmanship, and Ji Lu’an, the master of swordsmanship.
Mao Shulang, with snow-white eyebrows, lowered his voice and said concisely: “It’s an opportunity.”
Lin Hongyuan naturally couldn’t solve the puzzle like this, and turned his head in confusion to look at Ji Lu’an, the chief guest of the Dragon Palace. The latter hesitated for a moment, and also said softly: “Old Cheng is the first-class romantic Confucian scholar in the old Southern Tang Dynasty. He was from a high-ranking family, but he did not like fame. He studied all year round and traveled all over the country. He was ashamed of his family and country destruction but was unable to follow his heart. Then he began to practice martial arts. After so many years, he was down-to-earth and climbed one after another in the martial arts path. In the end, he was stranded in Zhixuan Realm for some reason. For twenty years, this trip to Liang had accumulated strength and showed signs of breaking the realm. It was similar to Cao Changqing of Western Chu and Xuanyuan Jingcheng of Huishan.”
Lin Hongyuan said in surprise: “Uncle Cheng is finally going to enter the realm of celestial phenomena!”
Mao Shulang, regardless of whether she was the future leader of the Dragon Palace, nor did she have any involvement with the father and son of the Southern Xinjiang princes, whispered: “Silence!”
Lin Hongyuan was suddenly silent and looked slightly embarrassed.
Cheng Baishuang put his hands on her back and looked south.
The old Confucian scholar stood alone on the cliff and said to himself: “The body outside, the body holds the tail and the arrow are clear and talks, it is like a painting cake. The orifice in the orifice, ask the cushion to the end of the heart, and then it is pure.
“My moral articles are destroyed with you, and the spirit will be eternal. Fame, fortune and wealth are empty in the world, but integrity will never change for thousands of years.
“If you don’t do frowning in your life, you will be without teeth in the world. How ridiculous!”
The old man slowly closed his eyes, the strong wind blew his face, and his sleeves were floating.
The strange phenomenon emerged, Mao Shulang suddenly widened his eyes, and in an instant he drew his sword and swept forward, passing by Cheng Baishuang who was like closing his eyes and resting, and crashing into the cliff. He was only one step away from falling off the cliff.
The old man’s sword was silent, but his energy was majestic, like a bright and bright arc moon emerging in front of him!
Lin Hongyuan saw that a white-clothed man appeared high above the cliff for no reason, and her big sleeves were bulging. She stretched out her fingers to resist Mao Shulang’s sword energy.
The fairy-like woman in white retreated dozens of feet, which offset the unparalleled qi.
The tall woman stood up straight, hovering in the air where she had no foothold. The wind was sobbing at the mountain and the clouds were lingering beside her.
Lin Hongyuan gasped and recognized the identity of this uninvited guest: Guanyin Sect Dan Tai Pingjing, the leader of Qi Refiner in the world!
Although Lin Hongyuan was at a disadvantage in previous intrigues with young vassal kings, in fact, she was not only not stupid, but also extremely intelligent and compatible. She immediately realized that Cheng Baishuang’s natural climb to the top and break through the realm is definitely not as simple as entering the celestial phenomena from Zhixuan!
Mao Shulang, who was angry with Zhang Ru’s sword and halberd, did not care whether he would disturb Cheng Baishuang’s realm of forgetting things. He sternly said to the white-clothed immortal master: “If you want to interfere with it, ask me Mao Shulang’s knife first!”
Dan Tai glanced at the old Confucian scholar who was not aware of external affairs, and said calmly: “The fire is cooked with oil, and the brocade is fresh, how many days can there be a glory?”
Mao Shulang held the hilt of the knife tightly, squinted his eyes and said in a deep voice: “I am a reckless man, I can’t understand the mysterious Zen strategy of your Sect Master Dan Tai!”
Dan Tai Pingjing no longer paid attention to Mao Shulang, his eyes slightly shifted, and asked Cheng Baishuang, “Since you have this state of mind, you should know that there are at most four or five immortals on the land in the future, and the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism will definitely occupy one of them. The world is either one or two. If you force yourself to break the realm of the land, you will not only be separated by a thread, and you will not be able to truly enter the realm of the land gods and immortals, but you will also abandon the Confucian saints who are at your fingertips in the future! What’s the difference between seeking death!”
Cheng Baishuang slowly opened his eyes and said calmly: “Is such a Confucian saint still a Confucian saint? I, Confucian saint, once said that the people are not afraid of death, but why are they afraid of death? Today, I, Cheng Baishuang, never covet immortality, but how can I tempt it with immortality?”
Dan Tai Pingjing said sarcastically: “All are frogs in the well!”
Cheng Baishuang was full of energy and laughed loudly, “It is said that a capable minister comes from a prosperous era, and a famous general comes from a troubled era. He also said that the country is unfortunate and poets are lucky. I, Cheng Baishuang, wrote some sour poems, but I am unwilling to nod and agree! The country is in trouble, and I have been to death with great pleasure. Although I have no regrets, how can we scholars let martial artists on the battlefield enjoy the beauty of their own!”
Dan Tai sneered calmly, “If you die, you will die. It’s just that there is a Confucian ghost in the water and moon in the courtyard of my clan.”
Cheng Baishuang smiled boldly and said loudly, “That’s good, people today are worthy of the ancients!”
Dan Tai was calm and speechless, with a cold expression.
Lin Hongyuan widened her eyes, her mind swaying, and she looked at this tall woman with great aura. For those who claim to be doing their own things for heavenLin Hongyuan is not unfamiliar with Qi Refiner. There are several such strange people around Zhao Bing, the King of Yanla. They all have a cold air of looking at the world like watching the fire from the other side of the river. They are extremely inhumane. They are fame and fortune that ordinary people desire. Those white-clothed immortal masters are disgusted from the bottom of their hearts and are taciturn all year round. Ordinary people interact with them and do not expect them to reveal their hearts to you. Because this Sect Master Dan Tai is a woman, Lin Hongyuan has always admired her very much. If Jiang Ni is another well-deserved female sword fairy after Wu Su, Daxueping Xuanyuan Qingfeng is also a character with the highest cultivation level in the world, but these two women are too young after all, and it is difficult for Lin Hongyuan, who is arrogant and arrogant. Dan Tai Pingjing is different. He is a hundred years old, has a constant face, and is an immortal on earth. Therefore, the person Lin Hongyuan admires and envies the most in this life is naturally Dan Tai Pingjing!
It is important to know that the beauty and famous generals are particularly pitiful. Lin Hongyuan has had various ambitions for a long time. One of them is to ask Dan Tai Pingjing for a unique method of maintaining beauty. Lin Hongyuan hopes that she will still be in her youth when she dies.
It’s a pity that Dan Tai flashed calmly, without a trace of coming and going, and did not look at Lin Hongyuan from beginning to end.
Ji Luan and Cheng Baishuang have known each other for decades, and their relationship is the most sincere. They said sadly: “Old Cheng, it is really as Dan Tai Pingjing said.”
Cheng Baishuang did not hide it and nodded, “My great celestial realm is indeed a force to grow and cannot be maintained for a long time. As for one day becoming a Confucian saint, there is no need to think about it.”
Ji Luan sighed.
Cheng Baishuang in turn comforted this friend with great friendship: “What scholars have learned must be put into practice. What are the benefits of being the prime minister in the mountains and the immortal under the forest who is alone?”
Ji Lu’an breathed out and said in a deep voice: “Okay, I will accompany you to go outside Liangzhou Pass!”
Cheng Baishuang asked with a smile: “Why are you?”
Ji Lu’an stretched out his finger and pointed to the long sword on his back: “I have never cut off the head of the Beimang barbarian!”
Lin Hongyuan’s mind was shocked. If Cheng Baishuang, who is like a rootless duckweed in the world, would have stayed in Beiliang, it would be indifferent to her, the little leader of the southern Xinjiang world, but if she even stayed with the chief guest of the sect, it would be difficult for her to explain to Mr. Nalan when she returned.
Mao Shulang, who withdrew his knife and returned to his sheath, suddenly said, “Add me one.”
Lin Hongyuan was dumbfounded.