The bun on the temples turned white, and the face of the Heavenly Master was weakening at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

What does Longhu Mountain want to do? Chu Chu was in hesitation: Why did he use the art of changing fate against the crown prince? Should I interrupt him?

After hesitating, the old master had already withdrawn his magical power. He looked at the anxious Chu Chu, his face was very pale.

"Chu Chu, you are a martial artist, you shouldn't be so hesitant."

"Your way is different from City Lord Lu's way. If you just restrain your hands and feet, you will only reach the seventh floor of martial arts in this life."

Chu Chu smiled contemptuously.

"Master Tian has said it before, you are not a martial artist, how can you know how far my road is and how difficult and dangerous the journey is."

"I salute you, Heavenly Master, and I hope Heavenly Master will not mess with my martial arts aspirations."

"Haha," the old master smiled faintly.

"You, if you keep going like this, you may have to give way to others in your old age."

"You!" Chu Chu looked ugly. He stepped into the seventh floor of martial arts at the age of only forty. What a shocking appearance, but he was laughed at by people from different walks of life. It is simply a fantasy!

When Lu Xing heard these comments, he felt a little confused. Heavenly Master never likes nonsense. Why?

"Third uncle, don't get angry. Since Heavenly Master has spoken, he must have something to teach you. How about asking Heavenly Master to teach me?" This sentence is like Tai Chi, kicking the problem back to Heavenly Master.

"Your Majesty, how do you feel? This is the first time that Pindao has used this destiny-changing technique. He almost couldn't hold on as he got older." The old master said that he was serious and avoided the light, and it turned out to be a misfortune.

Lu Xing stood up and bowed, lowered his head and said, "Thank you Heavenly Master for helping me replenish my missing energy. Otherwise, with my cultivation level, I'm afraid I will die from the backlash of luck."

"What nonsense are you talking about, Your Majesty? The bones are broken to expel the spiritual energy from the body. The foundation of the five internal organs is already in tatters. Even if you rest in peace and recuperate from now on, you will not be able to practice martial arts. The Vajra Body on the third floor of the martial arts will turn into a natural chasm blocking the road.

"

Chu Chu was a little aggrieved. Since he went up the mountain, all the actions he had done in Longhu Mountain were not worthy of its thousand-year reputation.

If you use force to suppress others and force others to do so, what kind of enlightened monk is that?

A warm current flowed through Lu Xing's heart: Although Chu Chu and I haven't seen each other for three years, Chu Chu's words and deeds are all for my justice. This is when Lu Xing once again experienced the feeling of home after Xiao Yu.

"Third uncle, there is no need to feel sad for me. There are so many great avenues in the world. As long as I, Lu Xing, am alive, I will definitely try my best to reach the top of the great avenues."

The old Heavenly Master sneered, stroked his beard and said, "What the Master said is so frank, I am afraid that everyone in the world will look at you with suspicion."

"Since the prince has asked Chu Chu for advice, the poor Taoist said."

Chu Chu frowned, he really didn't believe that the Heavenly Master could tell a clear path. All the mud-legged people in the world knew that there were specialties in the arts, let alone the great road?

"Zhou Ping, do you still remember the boxing technique I taught you a few days ago?"

Zhou Ping stood beside the old Heavenly Master, bent down and said solemnly: "Remember."

"Shan. Let's fight it again. You are on the sixth floor of martial arts - Breaking Ten Thousand Techniques. Chu Chu is your senior in martial arts. Today is the crown prince's reward. I can ask him to give you some guidance on boxing skills.

Not enough. Do you want to put it to good use?"

After the Master said these few words, he took out a tea set from the Qiankun in his sleeve and started making tea leisurely.

Chu Chu's expression softened a lot. It turned out that he wanted me to give you some advice. If you had spoken like this earlier, would I be angry with you all the time?

Lu Xing looked at the expressions of the two of them and smiled in his heart: Third uncle is still too naive, he just doesn't know what kind of medicine the old master is selling in his gourd.

Zhou Ping walked to an open space, took a step back with his right foot, made a double posture with his feet, spread his arms, and punched like a Kunpeng.

The wind of the fist rises but is not violent, and the relaxation is moderate. When the fist is fast, it is like the thunder of Baji, and when the fist is slow, it is like the skillful power of Tai Chi. The southeast, northwest, and sky are the four directions, and the sky and earth are the axis. It is like being on the top of Mount Tai or the top of Kunlun.

, the boxing technique has the meaning of Zhou Gong spitting out his breasts, and the world returns to its heart.

Lu Xing frowned slightly, showing off his exquisite boxing skills, his inner strength and two skills, his punches were like thunder, and he had the aura of a king.

Chu Chu's eyes widened in astonishment. The initial fist fight alone made his heart tremble, and the subsequent changes in tactics made him tremble with Taoism. He wished he could follow suit immediately.

"Brother, is this fist famous? Can you teach me?"

After Zhou Ping finished the last move, he was so angry that Xiao Zhou Tian closed his fist.

"Senior, this boxing is called Taiping Fist. The meaning of the boxing has eight characters in total. It has more than enough power and is as wise as a fool."

"Can you play it again? I have memorized all the moves, but I haven't figured out the transfer of internal energy yet."

Chu Chu looked anxious and bent down to ask for advice, completely forgetting his initial disdain.

Zhou Ping took a step back and distanced himself from Chu Chu, who looked crazy.

"This punch can only be struck once. The composition and internal energy will change endlessly, but the meaning of the eight-character boxing remains unchanged."

"Just hit me once? Okay, okay. Blame me for despising you."

Chu Chu had a sad face, his heart was full of annoyance, and he had a pair of iron fists placed on his chest with nowhere to rest.

Seeing Chu Chu's embarrassed look, Lu Xing smiled slightly. He didn't expect that Third Uncle, who usually outnumbered ten thousand people in Xuejin City, would behave like this. After all, Third Uncle is one of his own family members, so I have to help him.

Lu Xing was slightly polite to Master Tian and said sincerely, "Master Tian, ​​can you let Zhou Ping beat you again? Just think that I, Lu Xing, owe you a favor."

"The prince just heard it. This fist has endless variations. When using the fist, the mind is empty and comes out casually. Those who watch the fist may remember its shape, but the one who applies the fist has forgotten the movement of Qi. It is Zhou Ping who has the intention to fight again.

, it’s also a different kind of fist.”

The Heavenly Master arranged the coffee table and said slowly.

"Ouch!" Chu Chu punched his thigh angrily, with a look of grievance on his face: "If I remember Fang Cai's fist clearly, I can touch the threshold of the eighth floor of martial arts! I..."

Is there such a fist in this world? Can it help people ascend to the great road? Hearing this, Lu Xing could only comfort Chu Chu, who was feeling both gains and losses: "Third uncle, don't be melancholy. Although I don't understand the great road, there are always things in life.

When you miss it.”

Just like I escaped from Song Qingran's wedding. Lu Xing said this in his heart.

"I once heard that in the Spring and Autumn Period, Mozi built the twelfth floor of white jade, but the way of heaven did not recognize it, and thunder fell from the sky and cut off the top three floors. Since then, martial arts in the world has been called the ninth floor. The ninth floor of martial arts is also called the ninth floor.

This was given the name 'Bai Yujing'."

Lu Xing raised his eyebrows and thought, what he said was all recorded in ancient books.

Bai Yujing...the old Heavenly Master frowned slightly. The person most likely to step into the ninth floor of martial arts today, apart from a few old guys from Mo School, should be the one from Xuejin City.

"I want to drink alcohol to end my immortality, and the sky will be filled with frost." The old Heavenly Master looked sad, wearing red makeup and a traceless sword, which suppressed the whole world for twenty years.

Fortunately, that person is not a Taoist, otherwise with her fate... just thinking about it makes the Heavenly Master shudder. A poor Taoist is not like being ridden on the head by a girl.

"It will be the beginning of autumn in a few days. When will the prince come down from the mountain?"

Lu Xing smiled bitterly in his heart, the Heavenly Master was issuing an order to expel guests.

"Since Third Uncle is here, I won't bother you anymore and will leave today."

The old Heavenly Master smiled slightly and joked: "Never see Song Qingran again again? If we say goodbye today, I don't know when we will see you again."

"It's better not to see her again, lest I be sad again. I have a saying that I would like to tell my little girl, 'Eat well, sleep well, and don't lose weight.'"

Lu Xing stood up and bowed politely, taking Chu Chu down the Longhu Mountain on foot.

…

at the mountain gate

A woman in a green shirt was hurriedly moving her luggage onto the carriage, looking towards the mountain from time to time.

"I said to you, girl, are you being a little unreasonable by standing like this?"

The Taoist priest guarding the gate asked with a smile, without much malice.

Xiaoyu glared at the Taoist priest, pursed her lips and said nothing. If the young master hadn't told him not to expose his cultivation, how could she be stumped by these luggages.

The Taoist priest didn't ask any more questions. Fortunately, no one went up the mountain at this time. If this girl wants to stand on the road, let her stand on the road.

"Xiao Yu?" From a distance, Lu Xing saw Xiao Yu at the mountain gate.

After getting closer and looking at the large and small bags of luggage on the carriage, Lu Xing understood in his heart that Xiao Yu wanted to go down the mountain with me.

"Sir..." Xiao Yu ran to Lu Xing with red eyes: "I don't want to stay in Longhu Mountain alone."

"Master, please take me with you, please? I won't cause any trouble to you."

Chu Chu chuckled and said, "Your Majesty, please take this girl with you. Our profession does need a maid to serve us."

Unexpectedly, Xiao Yu didn't appreciate it at all and stuck out his tongue at Chu Chu.

"Who wants to serve you, a rotten old man, dirty and smelly?"

"Hey, you girl, can I help you speak?" Chu Chu was so angry that he was bullied by the Heavenly Master on the mountain, but he could also be ridiculed by a girl at the foot of the mountain.

"Okay, just follow." Lu Xing couldn't laugh or cry, and tried to smooth things over for the two of them: "Third uncle, you are a strong man on the seventh level of martial arts - the mountain top realm. Don't argue with a maid, or you will lose your worth.

.”

"The seventh floor of martial arts - the top of the mountain!" Xiao Yu's eyes were filled with stars. She grew up in Xuejing City, and what she heard the most was the story of the third floor of martial arts. I actually scolded such a strong person.

Or, it’s over, it’s over.

"Are you, are you Lu Xing?"

The Taoist priest guarding the door always felt that Lu Xing looked familiar, and it took him a long time to recognize him.

The two disciples guarding the door came over in search of the sound.
To be continued...