Chapter 219 We meet again after ninety years and are about to leave【Please subscribe】

Author: Three Color Cup Milk Tea

Chapter 219 We meet again after ninety years and are about to leave【Please subscribe】

Wudang Mountain, also known as Taihe Mountain, was known as Taiyue, Xuanyue and Dayue in ancient times.

It borders Xiangyang to the east, SY City to the west, Shennongjia to the south, and Danjiangkou Reservoir to the north.

It is not a single mountain, but a huge mountain range that stretches for 800 miles.

There are seventy-two peaks, thirty-six rocks, twenty-four streams, eleven caves, three pools, nine springs, ten pools, nine wells, ten rocks, nine platforms and other scenic spots.

The Tianzhu Peak occupied by the Wudang Sect is only one of the seventy-two peaks, and there are other peaks besides them.

Wulong Peak, also known as Wulong Peak, is the 30th peak among the 72 peaks of Wudang.

It is not as high as Tianzhu Peak and not as famous as it, but it is shrouded in clouds and mist most days every year, giving people a feeling of unfathomable height.

However, it is the birthplace of the prosperity of Wudang. During the period of Emperor Taizong Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty, Taoist priests built the Wulong Temple on Wulong Peak.

The majestic Wulong Peak and a lush forest hide an inconspicuous thatched cottage.

The thatched cottage is extremely simple, with only one room, and its remote location, so no one has ever discovered it.

In the shabby room, an old Taoist sat cross-legged, his mind deep in thought as he contemplated the great road.

"Oh? Brother Zhou's time is approaching, and the old man can finally go back."

Suddenly, the old Taoist opened his eyes, counted his fingers, and a smile appeared on his rosy face.

The old Taoist was Zhang Sanfeng who came to this world. After leaving Tianjin Guard, he returned to Wudang Mountain and prepared to pass on the immortal magic to Wudang disciples.

However, the limitations of heaven and earth are too great, and even with his ability, he cannot let Wudang disciples enter the immortal path.

After spending so much effort, the nine Wudang disciples barely managed to enter the innate realm, and they would not be able to improve their strength later.

With the innate strength of these nine Wudang disciples, they are enough to survive to this era, and it is not a problem to live for two to three hundred years.

However, that year, Japanese islands were invaded on a massive scale, shocking the whole country and shaking the world.

After hearing the news, these nine disciples resolutely bid farewell to their ancestor, went down to Wudang Mountain, and joined the anti-invasion team.

After the invading army was repulsed, the nine disciples did not come back. They joined the army and were buried in horse hides.

Zhang Sanfeng received their bodies and saw such a result, which made him extremely sad.

He could not have imagined that after a lot of hard work, he would eventually fall short.

So, one day, Zhang Sanfeng disappeared, left Tianzhu Peak, and came to Wulong Peak to live in seclusion.

During this period, he would often leave Wulong Peak and go to Zhou Hexuan's residence to quietly collect plot items to submit tasks.

Of course, with Zhang Sanfeng's strength, all this will naturally not be discovered by Zhou Hexuan or anyone else.

After so many years, the tasks in this world have basically been completed, except for the last one: 'Witness the wonderful life of the protagonist Zhou Hexuan'.

To put it simply, only after Zhou Hexuan dies can Zhang Sanfeng successfully complete his mission and leave this mission world.

After waiting for more than ninety years, this day has finally come.

"call"

Zhang Sanfeng took a breath, stood up, and stepped out.

The next moment, he arrived at Tianzhu Peak and walked into the Zhenwu Hall.

"Boy, why are you looking for an old man?"

Before the person arrives, the voice arrives first.

Immediately, Zhou Hexuan's eyes lit up and he stood up suddenly.

"Old Immortal, I knew the old Immortal was still alive, haha, it was worth my special trip."

Zhou Hexuan laughed and cried, he was so excited, just like a child of three years and one thousand three hundred months.

Lin Xiao was very surprised. She had never seen her great-grandfather show such a childish side.

"call"

The next moment, a gust of breeze came, and a figure appeared in the hall.

All I could see was that this figure had an air of immortality, its feet were on auspicious clouds, and it was wearing a set of purple Taoist robes with the Yin-Yang Rotation Tai Chi diagram.

The Taoist priest looks to be in his thirties or forties, with a Taoist bun on his head and a purple-gold crown. His temperament is out of this world, as if he has been banished to the mortal world.

Amid the ethereal aura, he held a whisk and a wine gourd hanging around his waist, and occasionally divine light flashed through him.

"Young boy Zhou Hexuan, pay your respects to the old god!"

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng's arrival, Zhou Hexuan threw down his crutches in excitement, knelt down tremblingly, and saluted and knelt down.

"Master Ancestor? Qingwei, the twenty-sixth generation disciple, pays homage to Master Ancestor!"

When the head of Qingwei saw this, he cried with joy and immediately knelt down and bowed to Zhang Sanfeng.

"Ah, is it really Zhang Zhenren, the founder of the Wudang sect?"

Seeing his grandfather kneeling down, Lin Xiao was startled and exclaimed.

Seeing this, Zhou Hexuan pulled her to kneel down and shouted: "Kneel down quickly, don't be rude to the old god."

'Crash!'

Only then did everyone present react, and everyone was very excited.

Zhou Hexuan's bodyguards were very sensible and knelt down one by one.

The other disciples of the Wudang Sect also knelt down, except for a few staff members who did not kneel down and were a little at a loss.

They represent the imperial court, how can they kneel down so easily?

At this time, a young man imitated the ancient ritual and clasped his fists, and said loudly: "It turns out that it was Master Zhang who met him in person."

"I've met Zhenren Zhang."

When the others saw this, they followed suit and clasped their fists one by one.

"No need to be polite, just get up."

Zhang Sanfeng flicked his fly whisk, and a gentle force lifted everyone up.

"Old fairy, I haven't seen you for more than ninety years. How are you?"

Zhou Hexuan was very excited. He didn't expect to see the old immortal again before he died. So even if he died now, he would have no regrets.

"The Taoist is very good, but your condition is not very good, and you are on the verge of running out of gas."

Zhang Sanfeng nodded slightly and said to him gently.

"I know that God will never forget the year and people will not fulfill their wishes. I have lived for nearly one hundred and twenty years, which is enough."

Zhou Hexuan was open-minded and said very freely: "Compared to those old friends who met the King of Hell early, I have no regrets."

He has not lived in vain in this life, nor has he insulted the name of a time traveler.

He is not only a famous modern and contemporary writer, historian, musician, political commentator, calligrapher, orator, educator, diplomat, philanthropist, inventor, but also an anthropologist, sociologist, linguist, and patriot.

Journalist, red capitalist.

In addition, he has also made great achievements in music, opera, poetry, invention, literary activities, etc., and is also a collector of famous calligraphy and painting.

In this life, he had a wife, Zhang Leyi, Peking opera star Meng Xiaodong, former Qing empress Guo Wanrong, Japanese spy Liao Yaquan, famous movie star Ruan Lingyu, famous singer Zhou Xuan, Peking University beauty Ma Jue, Republic of China socialite Cui Huifu, and famous Hollywood movie star Vivien Leigh.

Concubine.

These nine wives and concubines gave him nine sons and seven daughters respectively, and his descendants numbered in the hundreds or even thousands.

In addition, he also earned a huge family fortune spread all over the world and from all walks of life.

In terms of fame, wealth, and enjoyment, he has reached the pinnacle of his life.

At this point in life, what else can I ask for?

"Well, your life has indeed not been in vain."

Zhang Sanfeng nodded and said calmly: "Throughout the past millennium, even Emperor Qianlong, who was known as the one who visited the south of the Yangtze River six times, has not lived as freely and freely as your boy."

"Oh? Has the old immortal met Emperor Qianlong?"

Zhou Hexuan wiped his tears with a handkerchief, calmed down his excitement, and asked curiously.

"I've never seen it before. What's there to see about the Tatar Emperor?"

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and said disdainfully: "Although I have never seen him, I have heard of his reputation."

"Well, I thought the old god had seen it with his own eyes."

Zhou Hexuan said with some regret.

The two chatted like old friends they hadn't seen for many years, which made Taoist Priest Qingwei beside him anxious.

"Are you the leader of this generation?"
To be continued...