Zhou Botong chatted happily, and the Quanzhen Seven Sons were naturally also happy. Lin Qingxuan knew that Brother Zhou's words were definitely not polite.
In addition, he was indeed the best in martial arts when fighting alone on Mount Hua on the Western Front. Lin Qingxuan thought of the girl who was waiting impatiently in the ancient tomb of Zhongnan Mountain. Without refusing to be polite, he stepped forward to greet Hong Qigong and
Huang Yaoshi saluted and expressed his thanks.
Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong have practiced diligently for twenty-five years since their first failure in the Huashan sword debate. One of them never married, and the other of them lost his wife due to illness. They devoted almost all their time to practicing, except for honing their internal skills.
, the rest of the time was spent thinking hard about how to create a unique martial arts to defeat the other three.
What both of them thought was that after Wang Chongyang's death, they only needed to work harder than the other three to win the first place in the second sword debate.
But I didn't expect that Zhou Botong had made great progress in martial arts in more than ten years. Not only did he create miraculous skills, but he also learned the Nine Yin Manual.
You'll be able to outshine them.
Beibei Hong Qigong and Dongxie Yaoshihuang's twenty-five years of hard work have been in vain. Therefore, no matter how open-minded the two masters of Beibei and Dongxie are, they are always in a bad mood and feel a little empty.
Huang Rongbingxue was smart and realized that her mentor and father were not enjoying themselves, so she pulled the two of them along and talked about interesting things.
When Hong Qigong thought about the delicious delicacies he would have to taste when he went down the mountain, he immediately forgot everything. He laughed and said: "Brother Yao, the best martial arts in the world belongs to Master Qingxuan, but I dare say that the cooking skills are the best in the world."
We are here now."
Huang Yaoshi also smiled slightly, held his daughter and Hong Qigong in his arms, and said, "Then let's go down the mountain."
Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi left without saying anything. Guo Jing, who knew the rules and observed etiquette, hurriedly went to say goodbye to Zhou Botong and his wife, and then to the Quanzhen Eighth Sons to say goodbye.
Lin Qingxuan saw that Guo Jing was only three or four years older than him. He didn't have a golden finger like Tian Yanjing, and he didn't have any foresight. He just relied on his good fortune to start practicing martial arts at the age of six, and he has been practicing martial arts for more than ten years.
It is really rare to reach the level of the first person under the Five Ultimates.
However, the most rare thing about Guo Jing is his chivalrous spirit - "The great chivalrous person serves the country and the people."
Lin Qingxuan himself devoted himself to Taoism and only sought immortality. He had neither the intention nor the ability to care about the change of dynasties. However, he knew that the future war between Mongolia and Song Dynasty would also be a human tragedy. He couldn't bear it and was ready to do something.
Thinking that Guo Jing would stay in Xiangyang City for decades in the future, Lin Qingxuan sighed and was the first to step forward to help Guo Jing up.
Looking at the honest young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes in front of him, Lin Qingxuan smiled and said: "Guo Jing, you have a kind heart and serve the people wholeheartedly. From now on, you will definitely be a banner of the righteous way of our martial arts in the Central Plains. Pindao practices in the Zixiao Palace of Wudang Mountain. If you are
When you get to Xiangyang, you must meet me face to face. If you have any difficult requests, just say it’s okay.”
Guo Jing was deeply moved when he heard what he said. He bowed deeply and said, "Thank you very much, Master Lin. I will keep it in my heart."
Lin Qingxuan nodded slightly, and Guo Jing handed over to the Quanzhen Eighth Sons again before turning around and going down the mountain.
At this time, the top of Huashan Mountain was completely dark. Fortunately, the stars and moon were bright, and everyone was a master of martial arts and had sharp ears and eyes, so they could see clearly.
When Qiu Chuji saw that only the Quanzhen Eight Sons, Zhou Botong, and Yinggu were all left on the top of the mountain, he stroked his beard and smiled and said: "Junior brother Lin, you have won the title of No. 1 in the world this time. Your mentor is alive in heaven."
It must be extremely gratifying.”
Wang Chuyi also chuckled and said: "Yes, since the death of our mentor, we have been worried about Ouyang Feng's comeback. We practice hard every day, and everyone has mastered the Tonggui Sword Technique, and we don't dare to fight in the affairs of the vast Taoist sects.
Do it vigorously.
He also knew that his martial arts was not the best in the world, and he was afraid of attracting the great master to humiliate his sect. But now, Junior Brother Lin has inherited the mantle of his mentor. Not only has he mastered the innate skills, he has become the best in the world, and he has also defeated Ouyang Feng's toad.
Thanks, our Quanzhen Sect has once again faced a serious threat, and its momentum of great success is irreversible!"
The rest of the disciples also showed joy on their faces and raised their hands to Ma Yu in unison: "Brother, Master, there is no way to change my path to great prosperity."
Ma Yu was the most humble person, but at this time he was no longer polite. He waved his whisk and said: "Quan Zhen is greatly prosperous and Zhenli Taoist sect is prosperous. After I return, I can recruit more disciples and promote Taoism."
The other seven disciples all bowed together and saluted, saying: "I sincerely obey the decree of my senior fellow disciple."
Ma Yu personally supported Lin Qingxuan with his own hands to prevent him from saluting. Then he pulled him to Zhou Botong and said with a smile: "Uncle Master, I have to ask you to make the final decision on something."
Zhou Botong had the most trouble dealing with anything. He looked bitter and waved his hands: "Your Quanzhen Master was personally passed down by my senior brother. Just make your own decisions on everything."
Ma Yu pointed at Lin Qingxuan and said: "Uncle Zhou, Junior Brother Lin is the successor disciple you introduced to your mentor. He has now learned Xiantian Kung Fu and made great contributions to our teaching. He is also the best master in the world. I
The great rise of True Religion is unstoppable.
Junior Brother Lin's martial arts are ten times better than mine, and his Taoist cultivation is no longer inferior to mine, so I want to pass on the Quanzhen Master to Junior Brother Lin. You are the only elder in my teaching, so I have to ask for your advice on this matter."
Zhou Botong laughed and said: "Brother Lin is simply the reincarnation of my senior brother. It would be great for him to be the head coach. I agree."
Ma Yu turned around and looked at Lin Qingxuan with a smile, and said: "Junior Brother Lin, the future of our Quanzhen Sect depends on you."
Although Lin Qingxuan had long known that Senior Brother Ma Yu intended to pass the position of headmaster to him in the future, he never expected that it would be now.
Lin Qingxuan has no objections to being the headmaster of Quanzhen, and even has some vague expectations. However, Ma Yu is only over sixty years old now, and the youngest of the other disciples Wang Chuyi, Hao Datong, and Sun Buer are still less than fifty. Quanzhen
The Seven Sons are now in their prime, the Quanzhen Sect has no strong enemies at the moment, and the seven of them are quite advanced in martial arts. There is no problem in being in charge of the Holy See for another ten or twenty years.
Lin Qingxuan thought about it again and again, but bowed and said: "Thank you for your kindness, Brother Master. However, our sect is about to flourish. It is time for it to blossom everywhere and recruit disciples. You will continue to sit in the Chongyang Palace and coordinate in the middle. The seven of us will go to the Lower Court Dojo.
Business is the right way.
I am so young and ignorant, how can I control the Quanzhen Sect's major undertakings of pioneering, innovating, and expanding its territory? You have to be the master teacher to take the helm. I only need to run a good life in Wudang Mountain and make some achievements before worrying about it.
stop."
Lin Qingxuan's words were so accurate that Ma Yu didn't know how to respond for a moment. Qiu Chuji said with a smile: "Junior brother Lin said the same thing. Senior brother, we are all brothers. What's the point of being one day early and one day late? Just listen to junior brother Lin. Although he
He is young but also prudent. He has to make some achievements in the dojo of Zixiao Palace before he can gain experience in taking over the sect, so he should wait a few more years."
Ma Yu thought for a moment and smiled slightly, and said: "I'm too hasty for my brother's sake. Let's discuss this matter later. Let's go back to Chongyang Palace to discuss a charter for the general sect."
All the disciples agreed in unison, and Ma Yu asked Zhou Botong and Ying Gu to return to Chongyang Palace to recover from their injuries.
Zhou Botong just shook his head, pulled Lin Qingxuan, and said with a smile: "My injury will be healed in less than three days. Brother, I will take Yinggu to Changshou Valley first. Don't forget to find us."
After Zhou Botong finished speaking, he took Yinggu's hand and walked down the mountain in a hurry. The way he ran away seemed to be afraid that the Quanzhen Seventh Son would bother him again.
Although Lin Qingxuan in Changshou Valley used Qimen Dunjia to prevent strangers from intruding, he expected Yinggu to know a little bit about it, so the two of them could get in. Thinking of this, Lin Qingxuan did not stop him and allowed the two of them to disappear.
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The Seven Quanzhen disciples couldn't help but smile when they saw their uncle's appearance.
Wang Chu smiled and said: "Uncle Zhou is childlike and innocent. If he hadn't been so naive, he probably wouldn't have reached the level of a great master."
It was already midnight, and the dark clouds in the sky covered the moon, making the top of the mountain pitch black.
Although it was pitch black on the top of Mount Huashan in the middle of the night, and the cold wind was howling horribly, the Quanzhen Eighth Sons were all Taoist masters, so they had no fear of scary scenes, not to mention that at this time, Qingxuan Zhenren of our sect had won the first place in martial arts.
No. Guangdaquanzhenjiao is at your fingertips, and Bazi is even more handsome, chatting and laughing as he walks down the mountain.
The eight people came down from the top of the mountain all the way. Even though it was late at night and heavy with frost, after all, the skilled people were brave. Even the iron rope and the cliff edge were easily passed. When they reached Shansun Pavilion, they were at the foot of Huashan Mountain. They only needed to go again.
It takes half an hour to walk completely out of the Huashan gorge.
At this time, the eastern sky was slightly bright, and the Quanzhen Eighth Sons were sitting in the Shansun Pavilion to rest.
The Mongols are gaining momentum, and the fall of the Jin Kingdom seems to be just around the corner. I am afraid that the Mongols will continue to go south to attack the Song Dynasty next. Ma Yu and others are talking about how to help the world, recruit disciples, and maintain peace. Suddenly, they see something in the distance.
Two young men came walking quickly, showing impressive dexterity in their movements.
As I got closer, I saw clearly that one was wearing a black preacher's robe and the other was wearing a gray scholar's shirt. They were actually two handsome young men of the same age.
The two young men were talking and walking, and seemed to be quite speculative. They arrived in front of Shansun Pavilion in a short while.
At this time, it was dim and unclear before dawn. The young master in Confucian shirt pointed to the pavilion in front of him and said with a smile: "Brother Zhao, I heard that Huashan Shansun Pavilion was built by Patriarch Chen Tuan at that time. We might as well go in and take a look.
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The young man in black robes looked up at the towering Huashan Mountain and said: "I don't know if my master has already competed with other senior masters. Brother Lu, let's go up the mountain first. We will take a good look after seeing the grand scene of the sword debate in Huashan Mountain."
Let’s take a tour.”
"That's exactly what it is." The Confucian Master nodded in agreement, and then the two of them prepared to go straight past the Shansun Pavilion and onto the Huashan Mountain Road.
Suddenly the sky suddenly turned bright, and a ray of morning sun shone on the eastern sky. The two of them suddenly saw eight Taoists in Taoist robes sitting in the Shansun Pavilion surrounded by twelve large dragon vines. They were seven men and one woman.
Their beards and hair are gray, some have black beards and hair, but everyone is smiling and their posture is majestic.
Mr. Lu suddenly saw him and thought he was seeing an immortal. He was speechless and speechless. However, the young Taoist named Zhao next to him bowed respectfully and kowtowed: "Disciple, please pay homage to Master Master, Master Tan, Master Liu, Master Qiu, Master Wang, and Master Hao.
Uncle Sun, pay homage to my mentor..."
Lin Qingxuan smiled and said: "This is my seventh disciple Zhao Zhiyan. I wanted to bring him to Huashan to see the world, but unexpectedly I met Qiu Qianren chasing Brother Zhou and came here first."
On the way down the mountain, the Quanzhen Seventh Son also heard from Lin Qingxuan that he had accepted seven disciples in Zixiao Palace. When he saw that the person in front of him was the clan surnamed Zhao, he smiled and nodded.
"Brother Lu, these eight are the masters of my Quanzhen Sect. This is Master Danyang..."
Zhao Zhiyan thought he had to climb Mount Huashan to see his master. Unexpectedly, he saw the Eighth Sons of Quanzhen as soon as he entered the mountain. He was so happy that he said to the Confucian scholars beside him before he even got up.
The young man also hurriedly kowtowed and said, "Junior Lu Zhanyuan pays homage to eight real people."
On August 15th of the year before last, the Quanzhen Seven Sons were preparing to fight Sha Tongtian and others at Yanyu Tower in Jiaxing. They had also heard that there had been a rising star in the martial arts in Jiangnan in recent years, and as a result, he had created a huge reputation in Jiangnan.
It is said to be "two Lujiazhuangs in the south of the Yangtze River".
The owner of Lujiazhuang in Jiaxing was Lu Zhanyuan in front of him. The Quanzhen Seventh Son stood up and returned the courtesy. Lin Qingxuan also stood up and helped Lu Zhanyuan up personally. It took three successes to help Lu Zhanyuan. Lu Zhanyuan did not use his strength to resist, but stood up with the force.
Got up.
Lin Qingxuan smiled slightly, knowing that this man's internal strength was not inferior to that of Zhao Zhiyan, but it was not the Taoist way. He activated the Tianyan Mirror and took a look, and said with a smile: "Your basic Shaolin martial arts is really not bad."
Lu Zhanyuan was shocked when he heard this. Just as he was about to speak, he stumbled back a step. Only then did he realize that Qingxuan's power could be maintained for such a long time. It was really a miraculous skill. No wonder he could "conquer three pure things with one breath".
The three master craftsmen are very good.
Zhao Zhiyan met Lu Zhanyuan on the way here, and they became friends at first sight. They came to Huashan together to watch the Grand Master's sword debate ceremony. Although he knew that Lu Zhanyuan was a powerful martial artist, he did not know that he was originally a disciple of the Shaolin sect. After meeting his mentor, he was convinced
Even knowing it made me admire him even more.
Although Lu Zhanyuan became famous in martial arts in recent years, it was limited to a corner of the south of the Yangtze River, and he had never seen the style of a peerless master. When Lin Qingxuan explained the origin of martial arts, although he couldn't understand it, he just bowed in admiration.
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"Master Qingxuan and other masters are famous in the martial arts world. The younger generation has long admired them, so I came here with Brother Zhao to gain acquaintance."
With the blessing of Lin Qingxuan's internal power, with just a try, the Tianyan Mirror instantly detected that Lu Zhanyuan's internal power was Shaolin's inner power. Although it was not very profound, it was impartial. If he had the opportunity to practice all of them, he could penetrate the twelve main meridians.
By combining the six meridians of the eight extraordinary meridians, one can naturally develop an authentic Buddhist superior internal strength.
When Wang Chu saw that his junior brother Lin had found out that Lu Zhanyuan was the true successor of the Shaolin sect, he casually asked: "Isn't the Shaolin Temple still closed? Why are there other successors besides the Xianxia sect? Who is your master?"
"Master Yuyang asked me that I don't dare to hide it. Although I practice Shaolin's authentic Buddhist teachings, I have not worshiped any master. I just received the favor of Zen Master Tianming from Shaolin Temple and came to Lai'an Fahua Temple.
I bought a set of clay figurine dolls, which contain the authentic inner strength and mental methods of Shaolin Temple. Because I have never been a disciple of Shaolin, I have not even taught this inner strength and mental method to my younger brother. I only plan to end it here with me, and I will take it with me even on the day I die.
Underground, so as not to leak out the Shaolin magic..."
Lu Zhanyuan's words were very appropriate. The other disciples knew that he was favored by his seniors, which was considered a blessing. However, Lin Qingxuan felt something in his heart and asked: "How many clay figurine dolls are there in that set?"
"Eighteen, Zen Master Tianming told me they are the Eighteen Arhats."
Lin Qingxuan's heart moved, and he thought to himself: Could it be that it was a clay puppet from the "Arhat's magical skill of subduing demons"?
Lujiazhuang’s martial arts in Jiaxing is not good. Only Lu Zhanyuan has emerged in several generations. His younger brother has also been practicing martial arts in Lujiazhuang since he was a child. Why is his martial arts so low?
It seems that it is because Lu Zhanyuan learned the authentic internal skills of Shaolin. In the original work, his tomb was dug up and stolen by Wu Santong, and his body and his body were buried with him. Could it be that hundreds of years later, it was the clay figurine of the Eighteen Arhats who taught the bastard the Arhat's magical skills of subduing demons?
Was it actually in the hands of Lu Zhanyuan?
Is it possible that this is how the Shaolin Temple's number one magical skill flowed to the martial arts? It seems that the monk who created this magical skill hid the secret of the real magical skill in the clay figurine, but no one in the world except me knows about it.
Lin Qingxuan turned to look at Ma Yu and asked: "Brother, is Monk Tianming the senior monk on duty in Shaolin Temple?"
Ma Yu rarely walked in the rivers and lakes. Only Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi knew about this matter. Wang Chuyi smiled and said: "Tianming Zen Master is the proud disciple of Shaolin Abbot Master Bei Yin. According to the speculations of people in the martial arts community in Henan, Tianming Zen Master should
He is the next abbot of Shaolin."
Lin Qingxuan nodded and thought in his mind: About forty years later, the abbot of the Shaolin Temple would be Monk Tianming. Monk Wuse and others were a little lower in seniority, but they also became the mainstay. It should be that time when the Shaolin Temple returned to the world, probably because
There was no outstanding figure in the Central Plains martial arts sect, and the Yuan Dynasty attached great importance to Buddhism, so it came to the forefront again.