Late autumn of the 24th year of Zhaoguang's reign in the Song Dynasty.
Outside Lanzhou City, one of the most important towns in the northwest, strong winds rolled up yellow sand and raged. A dusty and embarrassed young girl, Nu Guan, had a serious expression on her face. She hurriedly walked through the mountain road with a bag on her back, heading towards a mountain col. .
As we entered the col, the wind and sand abated a lot, and within a short while we reached a forest full of dead leaves.
After passing through the woods, Nu Guan came to a cave. Inside the cave were two coffins, and at the entrance were seven or eight camels.
Sitting on a few big rocks in front of the camel caravan were three Taoist priests who looked miserable and bruised. They all looked like barbarians with lustful eyes.
This group of people was Hou Qinghua, Taoist Qingniao, Taoist Qingyu, and Taoist Green Insect, who had fought and fled with the Beggar Clan elder Yu Zhaoxing and the disciples of the Beggar Clan at Yumen Pass and fled to the Lingguang Temple in Kiev outside Lanzhou City.
It turns out that Hou Qinghua is the only daughter of Hou Tonghai, the owner of Kiev Lingguang Temple, and his wife Joyce.
Ever since Emperor Qingxuan parted ways with Hou Tonghai in Sicily twenty-five years ago, Hou Tonghai took Joyce back to Lingguang Temple in Kiev. At first, he planned to teach Joyce the martial arts of the Yellow River Clan as a disciple, and also in the Western Regions. There could be a heir, but Joyce is not an Oriental girl after all, and after getting along for a long time, the two of them developed feelings that they shouldn't have.
Hou Tonghai was originally a gangster who robbed houses on the Yellow River. Although he was older, his arrogance was not diminished. Seeing that Joyce treated him sincerely and didn't care about the issue of age and seniority, he felt free and easy. He knew that he was not a Quanzhen sect. Serious disciples who have entered Taoism do not need to adhere to any rules and regulations. They can combine with Joyce as long as they wish.
So he immediately married Joyce as his wife in Lingguang Temple, and became a Taoist priest in Lingguang Temple. Then he selected three of the disciples in the temple as his direct disciples and taught them all, treating Kiev as his second home.
Later, the two gave birth to a son, Hou Qingying, and a daughter, Hou Qinghua. Unfortunately, the son got sick early, but the daughter, Hou Qinghua, grew up safely.
It is not that no one knows about Hou Tonghai marrying a wife and having children at Lingguang Temple in Kiev, but firstly, he is not a Quanzhen disciple, and secondly, he is senior. He was once a martial arts senior who served Emperor Qingxuan, so no one can be more ignorant. Dare to control him.
After all, when he lived in Yuqing Palace, neither Emperor Qingxuan nor Master Yin Kexi had any control over his eating of meat and drinking, and no one else dared to control him. Later, when Yin Kexi found out about it, he just laughed it off.
The Palace Master of Yuqing Palace didn't care, and the other Quanzhen disciples naturally politely pretended not to know.
Therefore, Hou Tonghai, as the temple host at the Lingguang Temple in Kiev, actually knows everything about food, drink, and entertainment, and even intervenes in local government affairs. He is regarded as a person with a completely different style in the lower courtyard of the Yuqing Palace. This is why he has been the temple host for more than 20 years. Life is more nourishing and comfortable than when I was with the Yellow River Gang in the Central Plains.
However, the good times gradually disappeared after Joyce died of illness five years ago. Hou Tonghai, who lost his lover to take care of him, was over eighty years old. The older he got, the more he missed his hometown. His body gradually declined along with his will. In the early spring of last year, He died of an asthma attack.
Although he died of illness, Hou Tonghai had very stable control over Lingguang Temple. Before his death, he passed the position of the temple's master to his daughter Hou Qinghua. The succession of Hou Qinghua, who was twenty-eight years old, did not cause any fluctuations. Even the Yuqing Palace quickly made rapid progress. The dove passed the letter and delivered the ultimatum.
However, Hou Tonghai had one last wish before his death. He specially asked his three disciples and his daughter, who had carefully mediated, to send the bodies of his couple back to their hometown in the Central Plains for burial. Hou Qinghua and the three major disciples all agreed.
It was precisely in order to fulfill Hou Tonghai's last wish that Hou Qinghua, Qingchong, Qingyu, and Qingniao took some pyrotechnics from the Taoist temple to transport the coffin, left Kiev and headed east. After walking for about two and a half years, they finally passed Yumen Pass.
Entered the land of the Central Plains.
However, after entering the customs, he had a big fight with the Beggar Clan for no reason. Not only did he injure many elders and disciples of the Beggar Clan, but all four of him were also injured. From then on, he became enemies with the Beggar Clan.
In order to get rid of the beggar gang's tracking, the four people even abandoned the rest of the goods and the Hu guides. Only the coffins of Hou Tonghai and Joyce were saved in the XZ.
After approaching Lanzhou, because Hou Qinghua looked the most like a Central Plains person, the others stayed outside the city to guard the coffin, so she disguised herself and entered Lanzhou City to inquire about the news. She had just returned.
Qing Chongzi stood up and said, "Junior Sister, are there many Beggar Clan disciples in Lanzhou City?"
Hou Qinghua shook his head slightly and said: "Not much more. It seems that we had a big battle with Mingjiao and left after a great victory.'
Sandao breathed a sigh of relief, and Qingniaozi spit out thick phlegm and cursed: "The people of the Beggar Clan are bullying others too much. Master, sister, after we return to Henan and bury the master and his wife, we will go to Zhenren Yin and ask him to preside over it."
justice!"
Qing Yuzi echoed: "That's right, we, the Quanzhen Sect's lower court disciples, are not Quanzhen disciples? Why are we being bullied by their beggar gang?'
Qing Chongzi saw that Hou Qinghua's expression was not good, so he whispered: "Junior sister, are you tired? You go first to the cave to rest. We all have some skin injuries. After two days of rest, we can set off."
Hou Qinghua agreed and entered the cave. She sat down on a stone covered with hay and sheepskin felt. After thinking for a moment, she took out several two-foot-long black tokens from her bag and lined them up in front of her.
, six in total.
These long medals are shaped like arrows, and are neither gold nor jade. The six medals are of different lengths and sizes. They are engraved with many patterns and characters. They appear to be transparent, and there is a faint flame flying in the medals. In fact, the medals reflect the light and the colors change.
Hou Qinghua touched the token, feeling uneasy and thinking to herself: The old man Shi I just rescued asked me to keep the token, saying that it was the Holy Fire Order of the Ming Cult. Now that the Beggar Clan is fighting with the Ming Cult, it is obviously the Ming Cult.
After losing, I heard that the Beggar Gang wanted to seize the Mingjiao Holy Fire Order to show their submission to the Mingjiao.
That old beggar Yu is bullying us. I think Old Man Shi is a hero. He didn’t even frown until he died. I’m afraid that the so-called beggar gang, the largest gang in the world, may not be a good gang. Although the Mingjiao of the Western Regions is a cult, it was suppressed by Qingxuan Zhenjun.
His old man was destroyed, but most of the Dongtu Mingjiao have been enlightened and have corrected their evil ways.
Dad said that people in the world always keep their word. Since I promised Old Man Tishi to keep the Holy Fire Token, I must keep these six tokens and not let the Beggar Clan disciples snatch them away.
Hou Qinghua made up her mind, reached out to pick up one and was about to put it back in the bag, but when she looked down she saw some words engraved on it, she let out a light sigh and looked carefully before putting it away.
After putting away the Holy Fire Order, Hou Qinghua took out another old sheepskin, looked at the words on it, and looked happy, thinking: Old Man Shi is really generous. He said that the martial arts he gave me as a thank you for my help was so profound and profound, better than mine.
The traditional martial arts are so advanced, is it possible that Eastern martial arts has become so prosperous?
Hou Qinghua was frightened in her heart. After a moment, she suppressed her random thoughts, and then carefully looked at the magical skills on the sheepskin - "Great Shift of the Universe"
After reading it, Hou Qinghua began to practice according to the law. Because she practiced the body-building method taught by her father, the martial arts of the Yellow River Clan, and the royal sword taught by her mother, Hou Qinghua's root and meridians were different from ordinary people. Although the martial arts was not first-rate,
However, after practicing according to the law for several hours, I was able to master the first five sentences of the first level of the Great Shift of the Universe.
In early spring, the Western Region is still as cold as a knife, especially on the Kunlun Mountains where dripping water can freeze into ice, making it as cold as a severe winter.
On the Jingshen Peak of Kunlun Mountain, a thin man with a long face and deep eyes, wearing a light blue gown, sat upright and worked hard. After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly jumped up from the peak with a loud roar, and stood on the edge of the cliff looking towards
Sea of clouds and waves.
A ray of sunshine shone down, dispelling the mist, revealing that this person was in his twenties, but his demeanor was serious and quite like everyone else. The young man looked slightly happy and said to himself: "The innate talent passed down to me by the elders
The skill has been almost achieved, and the skill has doubled compared to a few years ago. This magic skill is a Taoist secret key. I am afraid it is the inner alchemy magic skill created by my Taoist ancestor. If it weren’t for the old senior who taught it carefully for three days
, this magical skill is extremely mysterious and I can’t even practice it.”
After the young man finished speaking, he picked up the stones and drew a chessboard on the ground and started playing Go with himself.
After an unknown amount of time, the young man was struggling with a plan. Suddenly he frowned and heard the sound of fierce fighting coming from the bottom of the mountain. Hearing the sound of breaking the wind, it seemed that they were two rare masters in the Western Regions.
The young man stood up and went over, and saw two strange-looking masters fighting each other on the path at the foot of the mountain. It was like a ball of white clouds and a ball of black smoke colliding and entangled. The force of the wind's palms swept out. He knew at a glance that the martial arts of these two people were real.
Not weak, I thought that my senior brother, Taoist Master Lingbao, probably had similar martial arts skills to the two of them. If I used swordsmanship, I might be able to win one and a half moves, but I might not be able to defeat them in terms of internal strength alone.
There are no masters in the Western Regions other than the Vajra Gate, the Western Shaolin and the White Camel Villa, and the Ming Cult. The young man shook his head gently, knowing that the swarthy-skinned foreigner and the other pale, zombie-like weirdo he was fighting with were not from the Western Regions.
The man then shouted, "Brothers, stay here!"
The young man had spent his entire life's efforts in shouting, and his shout was like thunder, vibrating in the mountains.
However, the two people who were fighting did not notice it, and their four palms were used to compete with each other's internal strength.
The young man knew that it was dangerous, and he did not dare to stop it easily. He knew that if he took action, he would suffer the backlash of the two masters' skills, and would be seriously injured even if he did not die. However, if the two were allowed to compete in internal strength, they would both die in their own homes in the end.
door.
The young man frowned and thought to himself: The competition between these two people will probably take two or three hours to determine the outcome. Their mentor has already emerged. Only the leader of the sect, Taoist Master Lingbao, and I can defeat them.
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The young man made up his mind and flew away. After an unknown amount of time, he returned to Jingshen Peak with a middle-aged Taoist who was thirty-six or seventeen years old.
It was already dusk and the sky was dark. The two of them saw the white smoke curling from the head of the black man and the white-faced zombie-like weirdo. They knew that it was the time when both of them were exhausted.
Taoist Lingbao, the head of the Kunlun Sect, frowned and said, "Junior brother He, we two will dismantle it at the same time, and then subdue them and ask them why.'
He Zudao nodded and said, "Okay, senior brother.
After saying that, the two of them took action at the same time to fight off Xiao Xiangzi and Nimo Xing who were competing for their internal strength.
Originally, Xiao Xiangzi and Nimo Xing's skills were not as good as He Zudao's, but at this time, they were both exhausted. When they were unable to continue, when the two of them separated their palms, which were sticky with internal energy, blood spurted out from their mouths.
He collapsed and fell into a coma.
Taoist Master Lingbao stepped forward to feel the pulse of the two of them one by one, frowned and shook his head and said: "These two people have obviously been fighting for a long time. Each of them has suffered extremely serious internal injuries, which have damaged the source and are difficult to recover. This time, the internal energy is exhausted. I'm afraid
He Zudao said in a deep voice: "I still have some Shaoyang Pills in my thatched cottage, let them take it and see.'
Taoist Lingbao looked down at the two unconscious people and sighed: "Then give it a try."
They carried Xiaoxiangzi and Nimoxing into a thatched cottage not far away. They used their skills to revive Xiaoxiangzi and Nimoxing. When they were about to feed them medicine, they suddenly shook their heads and waved their hands.
Nimoxing laughed and died suddenly. His laughter was as frightening as the cry of a night owl.
Xiaoxiangzi stared at Nimoxing and snorted, looked at the two of them gratefully, and said in a trembling voice: "My name is Xiaoxiangzi, his name is Nimoxing, and we are
When Xiao Xiangzi finished talking intermittently about how the two of them stole the scriptures from the Shaolin Temple, how they fled to the Western Regions and then fought to monopolize the scriptures, fighting fiercely for three days and three nights, and finally ran out of gas, his breathing gradually became faster.
He Zudao hurriedly stretched out his hand and put it against Xiaoxiangzi's back, passing the innate true energy that had the best healing effect.
Xiaoxiangzi was really refreshed, but he also noticed that this person's true energy was profound, broad, and quite familiar. His face suddenly tightened, and he frowned and said, "Are you a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect?"
He Zudao said doubtfully: "I am a disciple of the Kunlun sect, and my master is Qing Lingzi. Senior admitted his mistake."
"That shouldn't be...isn't this innate skill?"
Xiaoxiangzi's face suddenly turned red as he spoke, and then he coughed a few times and said feebly: "It doesn't matter, I have done evil all my life, and before I die, I only ask one of you to go to the Shaolin Temple and talk to a monk Jueyuan in the temple.
, the scriptures are in the monkey....≤......
"Monkey? What monkey?'
"Ape...monkey
Xiaoxiangzi couldn't take a breath while talking and lost his breath.
He Zudao withdrew his hand and stood up, saying: "Brother, these two people obviously stole the scriptures from the Shaolin Temple and hid them in a place called the Ape.'
Taoist Master Lingbao nodded and said: "That's right. Although we have never traveled around the world, we also know that the Shaolin Temple in the martial arts world of the Central Plains is also an ancient temple that has been famous for hundreds of years. Since these two seniors entrusted it before their death, junior brother, you should go to Songshan Mountain for a walk.
Bar."
He Zudao nodded and said: "As expected, I buried the two of them first, and then went to the Songshan Shaolin Temple to spread the message." Taoist Master Lingbao stood up and asked: "Why did he just say that you will have innate skills? I heard
My mentor once said that the Xiantian Kung seems to be the supreme magical Kung Fu of the Quanzhen Sect that was used by Zhenjun Chongyang and Emperor Huashan of the Qing Dynasty to defeat the four great masters in a sword debate. Where did you learn it?'
He Zudao was stunned for a moment, his face turned dull, and he said: "What I learned is called Xiantian Kung Fu, but it was when I was collecting herbs in the mountains a few years ago that I met an old man with gray hair and a childlike face. I played the piano to attract birds and beasts. He
If you insist on learning from me and teach me my innate skills even if you say you can't take advantage of me, is it possible that this innate skills are the Quanzhen sect's magical skills?'
Taoist Master Lingbao was shocked when he heard this. He asked the old senior in detail, shook his head slightly and said: "It is said that Emperor Qingxuan's beard and hair are all black, and most of the Quanzhen Seven Sons seem to have passed away. That old senior may be Quanzhen."
If you are one of the Seven Sons, you will have great blessings if you can be valued by senior masters and pass on your magical skills.
Junior brother, your martial arts are better than mine. Now that you have learned Taoist supreme magical skills, you will definitely become a great figure in our sect in the future. It’s just that the Quanzhen teacher has a great cause. He is the leader of the correct way in the world and the authentic martial arts. From now on
You can't show off your innate skills easily, lest you get into trouble."
He Zudao was also overjoyed at this time. He learned that by chance, he had learned the best magical skill in the world. In recent years, martial arts have advanced by leaps and bounds, and many doubts about the increase in skill have been answered.
Nodding, He Zudao said in a deep voice: "I understand how powerful it is, senior brother, don't worry, my Central Plains delegation will definitely let the world know that our Kunlun sect's martial arts is unique and not let other sects in the Central Plains know."