One day in the mountains, thousands of years in the world.

The gourds in Wudang Mountain have bloomed and fell, and have fallen and ripened again and again, and have been nine times.

Since the battle between the Mongolian and Jin Dynasties, Shen Yuanjing has been here to live alone and practice with all his heart. He has never left the deep mountains during this period. His hard work over the years has not improved much in his martial arts, but he has been able to change the Mingyu skills twice and practice it again. By this time, he has already had three levels, and he is consciously satisfied and has not been abandoned.

It is important to know that if you have no regrets in your success, he does not lack time. He carefully polishes and consolidates the foundation before the master. No matter how much delay is, it is worth it.

On that day, he was at the top of the peak, looking at the mountains and rivers, with a leisurely expression. He heard someone from the foot of the mountain saying, "It should be nearby. Didn't the Taoist priest of the clear microscopic area say that he often heard the sound of piano here recently? According to Huang Rong's girl, that true immortal is good at piano and can't be wrong."

"Oh, I hope so. The master's injury is getting worse and worse. Even with the help of the magic medicine from Taohua Island, it will not be delayed for long. But the master's uncle never returns once he goes to Tianzhu for many years."

In recent years, there have been too many people visiting the mountains. Shen Yuanjing occasionally meets them, but never meets them. He also wants to avoid them at this moment. Suddenly, when he heard these words, he felt aroused in his heart and sang:

"The mountains are high and the stars are light, the green trees are dark, the breeze disturbs the sound of insects. I am drunk playing the piano, and I smile brightly from the love. The autumn is refreshing. I face the moon and pillow the pines of the pines, and I feel the bright sky. I recognize the old road, climb the cliff and cross the ridge, hold the sword to break the dead forest. I collect it into a load, add it to the stove, and change it to smoke. The millet, yellow, green, green fruits are crisp, and there is no money. Why do you need to make tricks and make plans, lose honor and disgrace, and be calm and happy. When you return, you will have no joy to cry, sit quietly and watch the clouds light."

The voice came from the top of the mountain, and it took several miles to fall into the ears of the people on the hillside, as if they were talking in person. The two were overjoyed, and the middle-aged scholar wearing a scarf on his head said, "It must be that god. Listening to the sound, it was on the mountain next to us, let's go up quickly."

Next to him was a woodcutter with an axe. Without saying a word, he took the lead and ran towards the mountain. The scholar hurriedly followed behind. The mountain was rarely visited and there was no road. The two of them used their hands and feet together and finally climbed up.

At this time, the clouds in the sky had just dissipated and the sun was exposed. A ray of sunlight shot straight from the mountains and shone on Shen Yuanjing, as if he had walked out of the golden light. When the two saw it, they were shocked and couldn't help but plop and kneel down on the ground.

The scholar shouted: "Zhu Ziliu, the disciple of Master Yideng in Dali Tianlong Temple, Gu Mingyong, pays homage to the True Lord Qingwei. Seek the True Lord for compassion and save my master."

Shen Yuanjing said in his heart: "It turns out that they are two fishermen, woodcutters and farming. Emperor Nan was seriously injured? This is strange. He is far southwest. Although he is not the Emperor of Dali, his status is respectable. Who dares to hurt him? Besides, he has masters like Ci'en around him, so who can hurt him?"

He didn't speak, but stood on the top of the mountain, bathing in the mountain breeze, and enjoying the sunshine. The two of them lay on the ground and did not dare to look up for a long time. It was really the person in front of him who was too powerful.

About ten years ago, the name of Taihua Immortal came from Mount Hua, and it was only circulating in the Jin Kingdom. At that time, everyone said that the story of Temujin's illness might have been accidental. After many years, he incited the great powers of the world, supported the rebellious soldiers to revive the power of the Jin Dynasty; killed the traitor and the prime minister to correct the Song court; killed the heroes and commanders to suppress the powerful and the mountains and rivers, and the world was divided into three parts. Everyone praised the title of this land god, and no one dared to be slighted.

The scholar Zhu Ziliu still remembers that his master Yideng said: "I have received respect from the Song court, respect from the Jin court, and resentment from the Meng court, which is not just supernatural powers, but also has power and strategy. If the small country in the border of Dali suffers this trouble, it may be overthrown." Therefore, even if the four of them worship Buddha, they dare not be disrespectful to the Taoist true lord in front of them.

After waiting for a stick of incense, Shen Yuanjing slowly walked over to a big rock, sat cross-legged, and slowly spoke: "Take him up."

The woodcutter Gu Mingyong hesitated for a moment and was about to say something like "Master is unable to move, please let the True Lord move", but Zhu Zi Liu was quick-eyed and quickly grabbed it, kowtowed, and said, "Thank you, True Lord!"

The two of them went down the mountain. Three hours later, the woodcutter carried a coarse monk's robe and two old monks with long white eyebrows came over. He saw that he was already as angry as a wanderer, but his face was still kind, but there was a little worry between his eyebrows.

The fisherman who followed him was sweating profusely, carefully leaning against the stone wall with a lamp, then kneeled down to the ground, looking at Shen Yuanjing with his eyes.

Zhu Ziliu also acted the same way, looking forward with his eyes and then realized the meditation posture of the person opposite. It had been a few hours, but it seemed that he had not moved at all. Obviously, his static skills were great, and he couldn't help but feel a stern heart and said more respectfully: "We have sent the master up, please give me mercy!"

Shen Yuanjing opened his eyes and waved his hand. With the sound of the fisherman's "Ah", the old monk slowly floated up and floated over. He raised his hand and put it on the other person's wrist, and he understood it and said, "It turns out it's the iron palm skill, it's interesting!"

When the three of them saw him touching him casually, they could tell the reason for the serious injury of Yideng. They were excited, but they didn't dare to show up. They knelt on the ground and stretched their necks.

Shen Yuanjing thought carefully and found that the old monk's external injuries were on his chest and his ribs, which obviously made people slap them with heavy force. The palm power was exactly the same as that of Qiu Qianren, so he could quickly recognize it.

Yi Deng was seriously injured and his internal organs were damaged. If he hadn't had his strong internal strength and a trace of Taoist true energy that was alive and dead, he would have died long ago.

After finding this, Shen Yuanjing exclaimed in surprise and said to himself: "Can this be the innate skill? The internal skill of the Quanzhen Sect Master is indeed extraordinary."

He pondered for a moment, stretched out a point to the other person's heart, and a chill came into his hand. Yideng's face was pale, and now it was like jade was made, becoming transparent. Under the bright sun, his hair and beard were frosted.

The three of them below were blinded and didn't understand why, so they didn't dare to speak.

After Shen Yuanjing used the cold energy of Xinming Yugong to protect the monk's internal organs, he changed his internal strength. He mixed the Shenzhao Sutra, the Nine Yin Healing Chapter, and several detoxification skills learned from the White Feather World to compile a unique martial art "Changchun Gong" to heal injuries and detoxify. Healing injuries and detoxification is quite effective.

As soon as this true energy enters the other person's body, it quickly entangles with the innate qi and wanders around the eight extraordinary meridians and the five internal organs. When the Changchun true energy is consumed, the innate qi has grown and grown, and a hint of blush appears on his white face.

Shen Yuanjing patted lightly, and a light flew towards the opposite side. The woodcutter took two steps to his knees and took them to his arms. The three of them were checking and heard him say, "I remember that boy in black, didn't he worship this monk as his master? Why did he hurt him again? Could it be that his hidden demonic nature can't be suppressed?"

Zhu Ziliu was shocked and thought to himself: "How come the True Lord knows the little thing about Qiu Qianren's apprenticeship?" He suddenly realized that the Huashan Sword Contest was on this person's land. He immediately replied respectfully: "The True Lord's Dharma Eyes are like torches, and the thief is indeed hidden in the demonic roots. He deceived us and attacked the master."

Shen Yuanjing said again: "He is not stimulated and will not have an attack. What happened?" Seeing the other party looking over in surprise, he smiled and said: "Although I am called a god, I am just a little crazy. How can I know everything?"

Zhu Ziliu hesitated and refused to say it. He immediately understood and said, "It seems that it is involved in me. It doesn't matter. Even if you say it, I can blame you for a little bit of a matter."
Chapter completed!