This room was obviously for servants. It was not very large, only twenty or thirty square meters.
The furnishings in the house are simple, and the only surprising thing is that there are electric lights.
In the room, apart from a hardwood bed, there was a desk filled with manuscripts.
Zhang Sanfeng sat in front of his desk, quietly flipping through the manuscripts of the three books "Shooting the Condor", "The Divine Condor" and "Yitian". Zhou Hexuan looked anxious next to him.
Obviously, the death of Chu Yupu, a great warlord of a generation, had a great impact on him.
But Zhang Sanfeng seemed to have no trouble at all, as if he had just crushed a little ant to death. He didn't care at all, and he was still in the mood to read the manuscript.
"Old immortal, you'd better leave quickly. Zhang Zongchang will definitely not let go if Chu Yupu is dead."
After hesitating for a while, Zhou Hexuan broke the silence and whispered to Zhang Sanfeng who was sitting at the desk.
Zhang Sanfeng continued to read the last page as if he had not heard anything.
[Ding! Turn in mission items X3!]
After watching The Condor Trilogy, Zhang Sanfeng automatically collected three of the mission items, and the mission applet automatically popped up a prompt.
"No old man is in a hurry, why are you so anxious?"
Seeing that the collection was successful, Zhang Sanfeng put down the manuscript and said lightly.
"Young man knows that the old immortal has great martial arts skills, but times have changed. These warlords have guns, men and artillery in their hands, and they are still unreasonable."
Zhou Hexuan explained patiently: "I didn't underestimate the old god. If you can withstand a pistol, can you still withstand a cannonball?"
He is a time traveler and a civil servant, so of course he knows that martial arts exist in this world.
And Zhang Sanfeng is the founder of the Wudang sect. He must be very powerful in martial arts. He can live for hundreds of years.
But no matter how good your martial arts skills are, you are still afraid of kitchen knives, let alone guns.
If the demon king Zhang Zongchang knew that Chu Yupu died in the hands of Zhang Sanfeng, how would he let it go?
"Ha, it seems that you know nothing about the strength of the old Taoist!"
Zhang Sanfeng laughed, stood up, grabbed his shoulders, took steps, and disappeared in an instant.
The next moment, the two of them appeared above the nine heavens, with an auspicious cloud drifting leisurely under their feet.
Underfoot, the bustling Tianjin Wei and the people on the streets were as big as ants.
There is a blue starry sky above, and the surroundings are empty, except for an occasional white cloud.
All this seems like a dream.
"Ah this."
Zhou Hexuan touched the Xiangyun under his feet with his hand and found that it was soft to the touch and light in texture, like white cotton.
This discovery directly broke his three views and opened a door to a new world for him.
If the previous Zhang Sanfeng was invulnerable and could catch bullets with his hands, he could also be said to be highly skilled in martial arts and even a master of martial arts.
But the current scene is a direct upgrade from martial arts to fairy tales, which is a completely different concept.
"Old immortal, have you become an immortal?"
Zhou Hexuan's eyes gleamed with anticipation and desire, and he stammered.
"Not yet. The old Taoist is still far from becoming an immortal."
Zhang Sanfeng thought for a while, he was only at the eighth level now, and there was a ninth level behind him, and the tenth level after that was the realm of immortality.
How dare you claim to be enlightened when you are only at the eighth level? He immediately shook his head and denied it.
"Then, old god, can you accept the boy as your disciple and teach him the way to immortality?"
Zhou Hexuan nodded his head without realizing it, and soon said excitedly.
As a modern person, even though he has traveled more than a hundred years ago, he has also read a lot of online novels.
He naturally yearns for the immortal cultivator who flies into the sky and escapes from the earth.
Now, there is a great immortal in front of him. If he does not seize the opportunity to become a disciple, he may regret it for the rest of his life.
"Old Taoist has seen it. You don't have immortal bones, so you can't step into the gate of immortality."
Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and mercilessly shattered Zhou Hexuan's dream of cultivating immortality.
What he said is not wrong. The rules of heaven and earth in this world are obscure and unclear, and cultivating immortality is more difficult than ascending to heaven.
Besides, his mission was originally to witness Zhou Hexuan's wonderful life. If Zhou Xiaozi was allowed to embark on the path of cultivating immortals, wouldn't Zhang Sanfeng have to accompany him for hundreds or thousands of years?
So, Zhang Sanfeng thought about it and simply refused, so as not to keep the other party thinking about it.
"ah"
Sure enough, when Zhou Hexuan heard this, he couldn't help but feel disappointed on his face.
"Is there really no other way?"
However, he did not give up and asked again.
"Well, cultivating immortals is not the same as practicing martial arts. Unless you have the elixir from the immortal world, you can break the rules."
Zhang Sanfeng shook his head.
"Does the old god have any magical weapons or something that can be used for self-defense even if the kid can't practice?"
After hearing Zhang Sanfeng's words, Zhou Hexuan asked without giving up.
"Well, there is."
Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and nodded.
After he joined the chat group and embarked on the path of cultivating immortals, the Wudang Sect became a sect of cultivating immortals.
There are people in the sect who specialize in alchemy, some in weapon refining, and some in the various arts of cultivating immortals such as formations.
As the supreme leader, Zhang Sanfeng kept some basic elixirs and magic weapons in his hands.
"Can the old god give me some magical elixirs and weapons to use for self-defense?"
When Zhou Hexuan heard this, he immediately became excited and said: "After Chu Yupu dies, I will definitely be implicated, and I am afraid that one day I will die in an unknown way."
"Well, what you said makes sense."
Zhang Sanfeng slightly chinned his head and took out a small jade bottle and a cassock from his ring.
"Here, there are ten Herb Pills in this bottle. They can heal injuries but do no harm to solid matter. If you eat them, you will be healthy and all diseases will disappear."
"You shed your blood to recognize this robe as its owner, and it will automatically protect your safety. Even if you are hit by a gun, you will still be safe."
Passing the small bottle and cassock over, Zhang Sanfeng introduced them.
"Hey, okay, okay, thank you, old god, thank you, old god!"
Zhou Hexuan's eyes lit up when he heard it, and he took it over excitedly.
The bottle was a white jade bottle, only the size of a palm. It felt cool to the touch, which made him even more amazed. Even the bottle of a bottle of elixir was not a mortal thing. It was indeed an old god, a great person.
As for the cassock, it looks like a palm-sized inner armor, and the specific material cannot be determined.
He took off the bottle cap and took a look. There were ten brown pills the size of peanuts inside. Zhou Hexuan poured out one and ate it.
A wave of heat surged through his body and flowed throughout his body. He immediately felt that his whole body was much stronger and the discomfort all over his body disappeared.
Zhou Hexuan carefully plugged the jade bottle, then picked up the cassock, bit his finger and dripped blood on the cassock.
"call out"
A light yellow light flashed from the cassock and automatically fell on Zhou Hexuan.
The light faded away and the cassock disappeared, but he could feel a strong sense of security.
"The old god's great kindness will be unforgettable to me!"
After Zhou Hexuan carefully put away the jade bottle, he solemnly bowed down to Zhang Sanfeng to express his gratitude.
"Well, I just hope that next time you won't write about the disciples of Lao Tao as being so cowardly."
Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard, and after receiving a bow from him, he said leisurely.
"Ahem, this is because I didn't think carefully. After I go back, I will definitely revise the plot of Yitian."
Zhou Hexuan looked embarrassed, as if he had been caught red-handed stealing his wife.
"That's not necessary. The finished work is already done, and any further modifications would be like adding unnecessary fuss."
Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and refused.
"If that kid has a chance to publish a complete version in the future, he will revise it again."
Zhou Hexuan thought about it for a while. It is currently a serial version and has not been officially published. He will revise it if he has the opportunity.
"It's up to you."
This time, Zhang Sanfeng no longer refused.
"Okay, I have to leave. You can go back."
After achieving his goal, Zhang Sanfeng decided to go to the land of China and take a good look at what the Wudang Sect in this world is doing now.
As he spoke, he drove the auspicious clouds and slowly returned to the ground.
After sending Zhou Hexuan back to Chu Yupu's small foreign building, Zhang Sanfeng left.
After leaving Tianjin, Zhang Sanfeng went all the way south, traveling around the country and visiting famous mountains and rivers.
Hengshan Mountain, Wutai Mountain, Taihang Mountain, Huashan Mountain, Zhongnan Mountain, Taibai Mountain, Shaoshi Mountain, Laojun Mountain, Wangwu Mountain, Kongtong Mountain, Mingsha Mountain, Qilian Mountain, Kunlun Mountain, Riyue Mountain, Liupan Mountain, Helan Mountain and other famous mountains; and walked
There are famous water and rivers all over the Yangtze River, Wujiang River, Nujiang River, Xiangjiang River and Ganjiang River;
Wherever you go, where you play, and where you go!
Wash away the lead, sublimate the soul, put aside the troubles of the world, and the soul will be sublimated.
The cultivation level is still the same, but the realm is different.
If we say that in the past, we saw mountains as mountains and water as water: we saw mountains as mountains, the realm of ordinary people, greed, anger, love and arrogance, right and wrong between people, wandering around in life and death in the five desires and six dusts, seeing lust, being addicted to situations, and being obsessed with material things.
Confused by phenomena and led by external circumstances;
So, he has now reached a deeper level, seeing mountains as not mountains, seeing water as not water: seeing colors without being distracted by colors, hearing sounds without being distracted by sounds, and enjoying deep inner meditation;
There is no earth below, no sky above, no waves in the water, no smoke in the fire, no ears to listen to earthly things, no mind to waver, no sight to see the form or form within;
The strength has not increased, the physical quality has not become stronger, what has changed is the spiritual realm and the control of power;
Realm is something that cannot be seen, touched, or figured out.
Say it is useful but not useful; say it is useless but also useful;
Realm is not about experience. It does not mean that if you live longer, your realm will be higher. That is a joke;
Some people live seven or eighty years and still can’t see through it, can’t afford it, or can’t let it go;
And some people have seen through the mortal world in just twenty years.
On this day, we reached the top of an unknown mountain.
Zhang Sanfeng sat cross-legged on a big rock, looking from a distance, he looked like a stone statue.
I do not know how long it has been.
‘Click.’
Amidst the darkness, a soft sound came out.
"Ha ha."
Zhang Sanfeng looked up to the sky and laughed, his whole person exuding a quiet, natural and harmonious charm.
Without using any elixir, he naturally broke through to the ninth level of land immortal realm!
It suddenly became clear!
As he thought, Zhang Sanfeng took out a wine gourd and drank heavily.
"A rootless tree, the flowers are quiet, who is willing to give up after being greedy for glory; floating things are like a boat in the sea of suffering, drifting back and forth with no freedom; boundless, no shore, difficult to moor, often swimming in dangerous places with fish and dragons; willing to look back, it is the end of the shore,
Don’t wait for the storm to break the boat.”
Immediately, he sang "Tree Without Roots" loudly and left the unknown mountain in a meteoric stride.
If you take one step, you are thousands of miles away, and there is nothing like this.
After three breaths, Zhang Sanfeng stood at the foot of Wudang Mountain.
He looked up at the mountain. There were palaces sitting on the towering mountains, and Taoist priests in Taoist robes were busy with each other.
However, these Taoist priests are just Taoist practitioners who are not proficient in martial arts or national martial arts. They can only meditate and recite sutras.
"Huh? That's it."
The smile on Zhang Sanfeng's face slowly disappeared. He counted it with his fingers and realized that he understood.
Since the late Ming Dynasty, Wudang has declined.
In order to prevent Wudang from being targeted by the Qing court, the head of Wudang at that time forcibly split Wudang into Taiyi Tiesong Sect, Taiyi Divine Sword Sect, Zixiao Xuanzhen Divine Sword Sect, Songxi Sect, Qingxu Sect, and Longmen Sect.
, Zhengyi Sect, Xuanwu Sect and more than 20 branches.
After handing over the inheritance of Wudang to the disciples to take them out of the mountain, Wudang closed its doors and kept a low profile.
The ones who still remain on Wudang Mountain today are the Wudang sect.
The funny thing is that while other branches are developing vigorously, this sect has declined.
There are only about twenty Taoist priests on the mountain, who make a living by farming, growing vegetables, and practicing Taoism. They are isolated from the world and ignore the secular world.
Zhang Sanfeng took a step forward and arrived in front of the Zhenwu Hall in an instant.
Looking at the Sanqing statues in the main hall, they are exactly the same as they were hundreds of years ago, but they have experienced the baptism of time and become dilapidated.
"Why"
Zhang Sanfeng sighed softly.
"who?"
This sigh immediately attracted the attention of Wudang Taoist Priest.
Soon, an old Taoist priest appeared in front of Zhang Sanfeng and asked tremblingly.
"Old Taoist Zhang Sanfeng!"
Zhang Sanfeng gently shook the whisk in his hand and said calmly.
A burst of magic power fell, and the old Taoist priest in front of him immediately glowed with a second spring, his hair turned black, and a surge of vitality surged in his body.
"ah"
There was a surge of vitality in his body, and the old Taoist priest felt as if he had returned to fifty years ago, and he seemed to be in the warm spring land.
Every cell, every organ, and even the fur are jumping for joy, floating in the air.
This feeling of life transition is simply the most wonderful thing in the world!
"Yi Ming, the twenty-fourth generation disciple, pays homage to the Patriarch!"
Finally, the vitality sank deep into his body, and the old Taoist priest burst into tears of joy. He immediately knelt down and bowed down to Zhang Sanfeng.
This is the current head of Wudang, with a Taoist name named Yi Ming. He is seventy-nine years old and is the 24th generation disciple of Wudang.
Among the brothers and sisters of his generation, there are four old Taoist priests, including Yi You, Yi Xuan, Yi Yun, and Yi Shan, who are still alive. The others have all passed away.
"Get up and summon all the disciples of our sect to the Zhenwu Hall. The old Taoist will teach you the immortal method!"
Zhang Sanfeng flicked his fly whisk and stepped into the Zhenwu Hall. A distant voice reached Yiting's ears.
"Yes, disciple, I obey!"
Yiming stood up and replied respectfully.
next moment.
The bell on the top of Wudang Mountain rang "dong, dong, dong".
