On Wudang Mountain.

Mingshan Tong found Xia Ji with the "Su Nu Jing".

In her mind, the weak little prince was fishing by the stream, and was still so extraordinary that he could arouse the feelings in every woman's heart.

It is easy for such a person to practice the "Su Nu Sutra"?

Mingshantong walked to him, put the thin golden paper book next to the boy, and said, "Practice it."

"What's this?"

"Su Nu Su Jing, the inheritance of Xuan Su Palace.

On this trip, the head sect and I found Peng Keng dead in Chenyin Mountain, so I searched for this technique in his arms.”

"Why do I need to practice?"

"The method of differentiation of yin and yang is the safest way to solve the demon fire in your body, so if you... want to survive, you must practice."

"Yin and Yang differentiate?"

Xia Ji remembered that Peng Keng had asked him to become a disciple before and proposed to save him was this "yin and yang differentiation".

The so-called Yin-Yang differentiation means that some pure women perform differentiation methods, using the method of Yin-Yang intercourse to discharge the purple fire, and share it with other women, making this flame within a range that humans can accept.

In this way, the originally dangerous purple fire might become useful by him and by those women.

Good and misfortune come into being, and yin and yang change.

This is a magical dual practice method recorded in the Su Nu Sutra.

At the beginning, he refused to join the Xuansu Palace, so he had never been able to practice this method. Unexpectedly, after turning around this technique several times, it actually ran under his nose again.

Mingshan Tong said, "Did you remember it?"

"Um."

"According to the conditions of the little prince, there must be many women who know that you want to practice the method of differentiation, and will willingly practice dual cultivation with you without regret... The mountain boy does not want to see the queen sad, nor does he want to see the little prince sink into such a disease forever.

The little prince is full of righteousness and terrible mysterious power. If he dies, it would be a pity."

"What a pity?"

bite.

Xia Ji's body suddenly solidified, and the fishing line that drove the fishing was also stiff in the middle of the lake.

He slowly said: "The four precepts of Wudang: one is to not kill and live by oneself, the second is to not be lustful and please, the third is to not steal and offer sacrifices to oneself, and the fourth is to not speak lies and think it can be done.

If I only use this appearance to deceive other women to help me practice the method of differentiating yin and yang, and thus please myself, how can I feel at ease?"

"The little prince needs to live and have a bright future. How do you know that those women who are willing to give you are just bewitched by you? In this case, it is really arrogant, right?"

"Shan Tong, what you are thinking about is that purple fire can be differentiated, and those women can withstand purple fire... But what if they can't?"

"this..."

"If you can't, those women will die in burning their bodies and die in pain and despair in the flames.

But I... have a situation where I can survive because of the differentiation of purple fire. At that time, what do you think I should do?"

"If the little prince is worried, you can buy a maid and try it.

I know this is cruel, but there is nothing I can do about it.

And...if it succeeds, the maid will also be favored by the little prince, right?

This is also the corresponding reward, the risk and the reward is equivalent, isn’t it?”

"Shan Tong, who do you think of me?"

Xia Ji turned his head and no longer looked at the Su Nu Sutra, but the old god continued to fish on the ground.

He had long hair loose, a stubborn chin, a loose white robe, and pale hands.

The wind in the mountains, the singing birds, the blooming flowers...

The season has slowly turned summer.

For the first time in Mingshan Tong felt a certain kind of shame and blasphemy.

She felt a little angry in her heart, "Aren't the little prince afraid of death?"

Xia Ji was silent and said, "If you don't know the new and new things, you don't want to have spring and autumn. If you take a full day, what else can you ask for?"

The simple sixteen words exploded in Yu Mingshantong's ears. This was a scene and enlightenment she had never thought of.

It seems that eternity has solidified for a moment, it seems that immortality is confused with moment.

And this conflicts with a certain idea in her heart.

She snorted: "Pediatric!!"

Then he bent down and picked up the "Su Nu Jing" and put it back in his arms, turned around and left.

But after walking a few steps, she suddenly thought of something, stopped and asked sideways: "The troubled times are about to begin. I feel deeply when I go out this time... If one day Wudang encounters a great disaster, can you still stick to yourself like this?"

"able."

"Will you not save me when I see you?"

"No, I will save myself."

Mingshantong held the "Su Nu Jing" and took a long breath. The anger in her heart slowly stopped, and she bowed respectfully, and then said: "Shantong is just an ordinary palace maid. I hope the Empress is happy and the little prince is blessed... Then, Shantong will come to persuade the little prince again tomorrow."

After saying that, she turned around again.

The little prince's face seemed to have improved a lot, because he ate peaches?

The great righteousness, the mysterious method, and the "peach" that the emperor cannot get... What a blessing, and how favored and favored by heaven.

Such a person, coupled with the blood of the royal family, is like a hidden dragon lying in the valley.

Will such a hidden dragon really sit in the back mountain behind Wudang?

The shadows of the trees are heavy,

The hill is about to die,

Yunshen doesn't know where he will go.

Mingshantong pressed the sword at his waist and walked on the winding mountain road back to the front mountain.

Two days later...

On the official road outside the mountain, there was a hurry and rapid sound of horse hooves urging death.

The Taoist priest looked panicked and tired, his face full of dust and tiredness, but he didn't notice it. He just grabbed the reins with his hands tightly, and his face was as tight as if he was about to break at any time.

And as soon as he arrived at the foot of Wudang Mountain, the Taoist priest quickly climbed up the steps.

He had obviously walked through the mountain road many times, but the Taoist priest fell several times because of his panic in his heart, and was in a very embarrassed state...

When he arrived at Zixiao's front palace, he saw the Yu Hezi who was in charge of the internal affairs of the pilgrimage, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. He almost felt as weak as a drowning person and shouted softly: "Master, something happened..."

Yuhezi was talking to a pilgrim with a smile about her life ideals. As long as the negotiation was completed, it would be another incense fee.

When I saw my disciple, I didn't plan to pay attention to him.

The disciple said in a almost begging voice: "Master, something big happened..."

Yuhezi then greeted the pilgrim and asked a young generation to be more flexible with the candle-holding Taoist priest to accompany the pilgrim, and he followed the disciple to the back of the palace.

Yuhezi said, "What's the matter? You're so panicked! You're calm and calm, this is the state of mind that those who practice Taoism should have."

The disciple took out a letter from his arms with his trembling hands and handed it over, "This is the letter from the head..."

Yuhezi was stunned for a moment, hurriedly took the letter and opened it to check.

At this time, his face turned pale.

He took a deep breath and said, "Damn it, it's the Gobi"...

The disciple widened his eyes and said, "Master, why are you swearing?"

Yuhezi coughed a few times and said, "You heard it wrong, I didn't say it."

Then, he reminded him: "Don't walk around here, don't tell anyone about this. I'll go to the Prince's Cave to ask for advice from Daoxuan Zhenren."

Zhenren Daoxuan is the former leader, that is, the old Taoist.

"Yes, Master, I... I won't walk around here." The disciple had long been silent. If such a big thing happened, he was now empty.

Seeing the master leaving in a hurry, the disciple felt his legs weak and he was slumping on the cold ground.

Yuhezi carries this letter,

The content of the letter flashed through my mind.

Wudang colluded with demons, and two thousand soldiers of the government were destroyed, but none of the Wudang disciples died.

When Peng Keng was fighting hard with the demon, he was killed by Wudang leader Yu Qingzhu with a sword from behind.

What happened to Peng Keng's wife escaped by chance and was killed in public by the head of Wudang.
To be continued...