Chapter Seven The Maiden Sorrel Pony and the Poisoned Old Horse
An extremely huge city crawls on the ancient land, like a prehistoric beast, exuding endless majesty.
The height of the city wall is a hundred feet. Standing outside the city and looking to both sides, the blue-black city wall seems to be endless, extending to the horizon.
This is Luoyang City!
The largest city in Huaxia besides the capital Chang'an!
Luoyang City has existed on this land for countless thousands of years, and the city walls have long been covered with moss. Even the most erudite Confucian scholars do not know the meaning of those strange words engraved on the huge bluestones.
Since ancient times, Luoyang City has been the largest city in this region. Because of this, the boundless desert formed thousands of years ago is also named after this city.
To the south of Luoyang City is the endless green grassland, which is the famous Leyou Plain in China. Although it is already October, the grass on the grassland has not withered and turned yellow. A few tents are sprinkled on the grassland like vernacular, and the wind
The grass is blowing low, cattle and sheep are looming, and it is a peaceful scene.
Only the flashes of magic weapons flashing from time to time in the sky, as well as the cultivators stepping on the magic weapons suddenly coming and going, can people realize that this is the center where the world's monks gather, Luoyang City, the place of hundreds of battles!
After leaving the north gate of Luoyang City, the grass gradually became less and less densely populated, and the exposed ground gradually became more and more. After dozens of miles, there was an endless desert with no blue at all.
…
The next morning, at the south gate of Luoyang City.
On the boundless grassland, the sons of the hard-working shepherds had already left their tents, riding horses and waving their whips to look after the flocks of sheep that looked like white clouds.
The flocks of sheep are scattered on the grassland, like big white flowers decorating the boundless green carpet. In an inconspicuous position on the grassland, a thin shepherd's girl is riding on her beloved chestnut pony.
Above, she waved the whip in her hand carelessly, and her happy songs echoed in the early morning grassland. In front of her, there was a small flock of sheep.
The girl looked to be only eleven or twelve years old. She was wearing a clean white dress, with a beautiful lace embellished with wool and golden threads around the collar. She had a pair of bright eyes like black grapes on her childish face, and when she smiled, she was
She is like a beautiful crescent moon, and she looks like an ordinary girl from a shepherd's family.
Suddenly - there was a strange fluctuation in the surrounding air, and the sheep seemed to feel something and scattered in panic.
The girl's happy singing stopped suddenly, and she fell off the pony as heavy as a stone, with a look of pain on her delicate little face.
When the pony saw his master's appearance, he was extremely uneasy and nudged his master, who had his eyes closed, with his nose.
After a moment, the girl slowly opened her eyes, with a look of confusion on her face, but she became extremely sober in an instant.
The girl's originally bright eyes became as clear as crystal, and her whole person had an elegant and noble temperament. No matter who looked at it, they would feel ashamed of themselves.
The pony was obviously very happy to see its owner wake up, and snorted several times happily.
The girl smiled softly, stretched out her little hand and patted her friend gently, as if she wanted to comfort it.
"boom!"
A dull sound resounded in the deep grass, but the beautiful chestnut pony fell heavily!
The smile on the girl's face was still pure. She glanced at the huge majestic city to the north, and then walked slowly but firmly towards the city she had never been to before along a clear river full of flowers.
walking to the city...
…
After a while.
In the clear blue sky, bursts of sound of silk and bamboo suddenly came.
Then, a huge ship like a castle in the clouds slowly appeared on the sky with auspicious clouds.
On both sides of the ship's side, dozens of monks in fluttering white clothes stood with their swords in hand, looking intently.
The big ship sailed gently through the air, flying towards Luoyang City. The young shepherds playing in the tents had never seen such a scene before, and their faces were all shining with excitement. And the monks flying through the air were also stepping on their feet.
He stopped holding the magic weapon, with a respectful look on his face.
Because they know that those who like to pretend like this are naturally from the Wudang Clan. And looking at the level of this immortal ship, it is obvious that he is a big-shot figure within the Wudang Clan. And this kind of person is not something they can offend casually!
…
The Huaxia Kingdom is too big. The Wudang Sect is located in the hinterland of Jingzhou, while Luoyang City is located in the northernmost part of the Huaxia Kingdom. The distance is hundreds of thousands of miles. Even at the speed of Master Xia's immortal ship, traveling day and night is enough.
It took seven days to arrive outside Luoyang City.
This was the first time for Chen Yuxiang, a man of two generations, to see such an exaggerated city, and he couldn't help but be secretly frightened.
Is this still a city? It’s comparable to a small country on earth!
Even the two masters showed solemn expressions when they saw this majestic city. The fairy ship landed a thousand meters away from the city, and then walked towards the city gate step by step with some respect.
It's not that there is no air ban in Luoyang City, it's just that with their skills, they don't have the qualifications to be arrogant in this city.
If two monks at the peak of the Divine Transformation stage were the greatest combat power in the Chinese cultivation world, then the country of China would have ceased to exist long ago!
There are monks everywhere in Luoyang City. Although most of them are casual cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage, there are also many high-level ones. Chen Yuxiang followed a group of people to the Wudang Sect's station in Luoyang City, and along the way there were also masters of the Nascent Soul Stage.
I met more than a dozen. I also met one who was in the stage of becoming a god, but the higher-level experts didn’t notice them yet.
The Wudang Sect's headquarters is in the very center of the city, on a tower with a strong Rakshasa style. The tower is extremely tall, and from the top, you should be able to overlook the entire city.
However, this tower of the Wudang Sect is not the tallest. There are two towers around it that are slightly taller than it, and in the middle of these three towers, there is another tower that is a little half taller than these three.
The two masters led dozens of people to the wide and tall hall on the first floor of the tower and waited quietly. After arriving here, the two masters looked more respectful, although there were many chairs on both sides of the hall.
, but the two of them stood respectfully, not daring to move.
Seeing that the two masters were like this, other people naturally couldn't help it. They all stood there with their hands lowered and extremely respectful.
Some of the deacon disciples had already climbed up the tower to report the matter, but it was not until half an hour later that the sound of extremely dragging footsteps could be heard.
"What a hassle!"
An extremely old voice sounded in everyone's ears, and the impatience in the voice was undisguised. Then, an old man with a face full of fireworks walked down the narrow spiral staircase step by step.
This old man has messy gray hair and a wrinkled robe, which is in sharp contrast to the dozens of well-dressed Wudang disciples, young and old, who are waiting respectfully. He does not look like a monk at all, but like the magic of the Rakshasa Kingdom.
Teacher is average.
Fortunately, he didn't hold a staff in his hand.
His spiritual consciousness swept over the old man, and Chen Yuxiang's heart moved. This turned out to be a master in the integration stage!
The wrinkled robe of the old man in the integration stage was completely scorched, and his face was also dark. He pulled on a pair of wooden clogs, walked slowly down the stairs, came to the hall, and sat down in a dignified manner.
Then, the old man waved his hands at the two masters of the Wudang Sect extremely impatiently and said: "You bunch of little bastards, please just sit down!"
The two masters looked at each other, and at the same time bowed to the old man with great respect, and shouted: "Uncle Fang!"
The old man waved his hand and said: "No need! You're just being polite to your own people! You two little bastards, you damn well know how to stay in the mountains and enjoy the blessings, while I, the old man, eat the wind and drink the soil here!"
Master Ma and Master Xia looked at each other, smiled and sat down at the bottom, and then motioned for everyone else to sit down as well.
Master Xia looked at the embarrassed old man and couldn't help but laugh: "Uncle Master, are you experimenting with magic potions again?"
After hearing this, the old man took a deep look at Master Ma, shook his head and sighed: "Forget it, if it wasn't for this guy San Pao, I wouldn't be in such an embarrassing situation! I think it will be successful.
Come and disturb me, if I am upset, I will explode! Sanpao, this is your life too!"
After hearing this, the Wudang monks who followed could not help but look at each other, obviously confused. However, Master Ma grinned with gratitude on his face, and said with a forced smile: "Master, let me worry about this, I am grateful.
Endless!"
The old man nodded, and suddenly said with hatred: "Two little bastards! In the past hundred years, they haven't made any progress at all, and they have refused to break through! If one of you can break through, I will still use it.
Staying here for a hundred years? You will be free in the world!" After saying that, he also had a depressed look on his face, and he was obviously quite helpless about staying in Luoyang City.
Master Xia smiled bitterly and said: "Uncle Master, we are not fools, we really can't break through this! If we have such an opportunity, wouldn't we think that our longevity is too long?"
The old man in the integration stage was furious when he heard this, and snorted coldly: "You kid, you still have the nerve to say it?"
He stretched out a dirty finger, pointed at Master Ma's nose and said: "San Pao, you kid, you are so ambitious, you must surpass the ancestor of our sect and refine a magical weapon that is more powerful than the Qinggang Sword.
You got cold poison, didn't you?" Then he pointed at Master Xia's nose and said: "And you, you know you're hiding in the mountains, but you didn't listen to me when I told you that it would be easy to break through in battle! Damn it, that was the case back then.
Several people who are similar to you have advanced, but you are still lying there. I asked you, how come the Xia family has such a coward like you who is greedy for life and afraid of death?"
Master Ma couldn't help but shake his head and sigh after hearing this, but Master Xia blushed slightly and whispered: "Uncle Master, there are so many juniors here, please give me some face!"
The old man then turned his head and looked around. The two masters also lived in seclusion in the Wudang Sect, and these monks only heard their names and rarely saw them. Now when he saw the two masters who were extremely serious along the way, they were scolded like the third grandson.
Yes, all the Wudang reserve disciples wanted to laugh but did not dare to laugh. When they saw the old man looking over, they quickly lowered their heads one by one, but the corners of their mouths twitched slightly.
After the old man saw Chen Yuxiang, he let out a soft sigh. The sound was inaudible. If Chen Yuxiang hadn't had six senses, it would have been impossible to hear it. Along with this sound, the old man's face also glowed with a strange color, but it was also
Gone in a flash.
Standing up slowly, the old man coughed twice and said impatiently: "Okay, I've seen you, I've seen it, I have to go and get busy. Don't bother me with such a small thing as the immortal ruins."
I'm an old man! You can make your own decisions!" After saying that, he coughed twice again, then dragged his clogs and walked up the spiral staircase step by step.
After the old man left, Master Xia also breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and said with a wry smile: "The man who was in charge of our Wudang Sect in Luoyang City just now, Senior Fang Luotian. The old man has a weird temper, uh... also
Some people like to joke. What I just said are just jokes, so don’t take it to heart! Don’t talk nonsense after you go back, remember?"
At the end, Lao Xia's words also carried a hint of power, and he was obviously preparing to use his power to overwhelm others.
The group of people naturally laughed secretly in their hearts. Master Xia was accused of being greedy for life and afraid of death, so he couldn't live with it in terms of face. However, Master Xia naturally had to listen to his words.
Dozens of new and old monks responded in unison: "Remember!"