The facts are long, but they are hard to withstand the torrent of time. Five years have passed in the blink of an eye. The little Taoist boy in the mountains who would cry after his parents visited him has now grown into a beautiful boy.

The heartbreaking orphan of Zhang Wuxia, after Zhang Zhenren returned five years ago, Wudang lost news, especially in the next two years, the news that the Butterfly Valley Medical Immortal Hu Qingniu was killed by his enemies. Everyone no longer had any thoughts about Xiao Wuji.

If he dies, it means that the destiny of heaven is hard to resist. If he lives, it means that the destiny of heaven should not be eliminated. Whether to die or live is the final decision in heaven.

Autumn is coming soon, and it is raining on Wudang Mountain. After seven consecutive days of light rain, the sea of ​​clouds on the mountain seems to be like the huge waves on the East China Sea, and the breeze will not dissipate tomorrow.

On the back cliff, the grass was wet and hang down by the mist, just like a private school student at the foot of the mountain was punished for not completing the courses left by the teacher. He stood dejectedly under the eaves and looked down in a daze.

There was a young man walking on the cliff, and his clothes were naturally wet with mist like grass. However, the wooden sword held in the man's hand had no trace of being soaked in mist.

Because the sword was so fast that whenever a fog hit, it would reach the next fog, because the sword was very sharp and could even cut the soft fog.

It was also because of the sword that every low-hanging grass leaf between the cliff seemed to have become a sword.

A long time later, the boy on the cliff collected his sword, but there was still a sword intent on the cliff. The boy's eyes showed disappointment. The heart of a man will never end. Seven years ago, he played Tai Chi like a cockfighting on the hillside of Wudang. Now he has become the second person in Wudang, but he still feels disappointed.

An old man walked out of the thatched cottage. When he appeared on the cliff, the sword intent left on the cliff suddenly became empty. He coughed a few times and said, "It's not a problem with the sword."

The boy raised the wooden sword again, watching it slowly cracking from the hilt of the sword and floating slowly under the cliff. Since it was not a problem with the sword, it was naturally a problem with the humans.

"Wu Jian does not mean the real swordlessness, it is a kind of will that is only my own, and will is only my heart, and the heart is tempered by the mundane things at the foot of the mountain. In recent years, you have rarely been exposed to things at the foot of the mountain. This matter has both advantages and disadvantages. So, go down the mountain and take a look, and at a certain moment, Wu Jian becomes the real swordlessness."

The boy nodded, bowed deeply to the old man, then smiled and said, "Master said very much, but Xiao Ba went down the mountain, and no one played chess with you on the mountain."

Zhang Zhenren's face paused. His little disciple's intelligence is rare in the world. The sword technique that his predecessors had been extremely difficult to practice was approaching his success in seven years. He also practiced the upper and lower boxing techniques of Wudang. He even had some flaws in many tricks. He could not find out, but he completed them one by one. As for the chess, he first came into contact with him five years ago, but he could talk to him for half an hour in less than half a year. Now he can compete with him.

However, over the years, his casual and uncontrollable personality has become even more difficult to change, and even if he wins every time he plays chess, he will not feel at all happy.

"You monkey, you are a monkey, and you may be more happy as a teacher. Then you can live a few more years. Go down the mountain quickly."

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After saying goodbye to several senior brothers, Ye Qi returned to his residence and changed his clothes. At this time, he stepped on cloud shoes and white socks, holding a finely crafted whisk in his hand, wearing a wide and long-sleeved white and blue Taoist robe, and a meticulous Taoist bun on his head was tied with a red sandalwood Taoist hairpin. He had a great success in his internal martial arts, and his elegant temperament. With his handsome facial features, he seemed to be like an immortal falling into the mortal world.

The reason for the new outfit is that Song Yuanqiao, the leader of Wudang, who is the leader of the seven heroes of Wudang, strongly requested. Since you are down the mountain and walking in the world, you have to earn a reputation for Wudang. Your chivalrous and righteous senior brother is not worried, but you are afraid that you will not be clever. Now we are not like the master who has been walking in the world. Remember to be weaker than your peers.

When many Taoist priests in the sect heard that the uncle was about to leave the mountain, they stopped their work and gathered together to send the uncle down the mountain.

Seeing that his nephews were so enthusiastic, Ye Qi was of course happy, and waved his hands and said goodbye to them one by one.

The bustling in front of the Wudang Sect's mountain gate lasted for nearly half an hour, until the Taoist priest who was as fairy left, the bustling finally stopped.

"Is the uncle really gone?" a young Taoist priest suddenly asked to himself.

A young Taoist priest replied to him, "Let's go."

Then the young Taoist priest threw the broom in his hand on the room and shouted cheerfully.

Then, the shout was like a signal, and the Taoist priests who were sending Ye Qi shouted one after another. At this time, the gate of Wudang Mountain was more lively than before.
Chapter completed!