The single peak hangs alone, like a chisel, as if flying from the sky.

Being alone, sleeping on the heaven and earth, a person is an exiled immortal who is in the dust.

This person should only be found in heaven, and there are few rare news on earth!

The three brothers and brothers stared blankly, and couldn't help but lose their minds. A poem appeared in their hearts at the same time.

He is worthy of being a junior uncle born in the blue sky and was born in the embrace of Taoism!

Perhaps, he was really an immortal from heaven in his previous life. He came to visit the world and unknowingly, he amazed the whole world.

If a person like him is not a little special, it will be abnormal.

There was a person flying on the peak, but there was no sound.

The three brothers and sisters quietly stared at the uncle who had always existed in the impression and legend in front of them. They could not describe them in words. If they insisted on describing them, they could only use the four words "extraordinary".

Just unparalleled in appearance?

Not exactly so!

It's mainly a breath!

A breath that is united with the heaven, earth and all things.

Even if the uncle's every move, even if he is deeply sleeping, can drive the energy of heaven and earth to flow through his breath, surrounding his body, swallowing clouds and spitting mist, like bathing in the fairy energy.

It's really...

The great way is like the wind, always with it.

...

This is...

Are you the uncle who revived Wudang in the verse of the master?

No one knows the legend for ten years, but I finally see my uncle’s true face!

Wudang leader Zheng Qingshan, alchemy elder Li Xuanji, and sword-holding elder Qin Ruoque, who is not a famous person in the world?

But at this moment, seeing this young man in Taoist robe who was sleeping on the top of the mountain and in the world, the three brothers, who were over fifty years old, felt a long-lost sense of restraint and did not dare to offend him.

"Um..." I don't know how long I slept, but everything was just going with the flow, sleep with the flow, and wake up with the flow!

The young man in Taoist robe stretched out his laziness and opened his eyes slowly.

His eyes were blurred at first, but suddenly he seemed to find something in an instant. His body stiffened, and his head turned into a terrifying curve and his eyes stared straight at the three of them.

"Uncle Master, you are awake!" The little old man laughed and walked up to him warmly to greet him.

"It's you! Qingshan, mysteries, if there is no missing?" The figure in the blurry sight gradually became clear. The young master smiled unnaturally, and glanced at the book in his hand with his eyes. Seeing that the title page had no traces of turning, he let out a breath of relief, stuffed the book into his sleeves without moving, and hid it...

real…

Very dangerous!

...

How long hasn't I heard this kind of kind name to greet the younger generation?

He is obviously over fifty years old and has a head full of white hair...

The three brothers and brothers looked at each other helplessly, and stepped forward one by one and saluted respectfully, "Mr. Zheng Qingshan, Li Xuanji, Qin Ruoque, pay homage to the junior uncle Lu Chunliang!"

Looking at the three gray-haired nephews, the young master Lu Chunliang instinctively reached out and touched them. Halfway through, he felt something was wrong and quickly shrank back, and said with emotion: "I haven't seen you for ten years, you are all... old!"

For a moment, he was only eighteen years old and sighed.

"Uncle Master, you have grown up too!" The three brothers and brothers were also quite moved.

"You three are not in charge of Wudang Mountain at the foot of the mountain. Why do you come to Feilai Peak to find me?" After coming to his senses, Lu Chunliang asked again.

"We are here to ask uncle to go down the mountain!" The old man hurried forward and said.

"What? Go down the mountain!" Lu Chunliang suddenly raised his voice in eight tones, screamed in shock, and shook his head the next moment, "It is impossible to go down the mountain! It is impossible to go down the mountain in your life!"

He looked frightened, as if he had encountered the most terrifying thing in the world, and turned around and was about to leave.

"Why don't you go down the mountain if you don't go down the mountain?" When the old man heard this, he quickly grabbed the uncle's sleeve and refused to let him go.

"You are polite nephew! You are the head of Wudang. I don't worry if you are here! Why should I let me go down the mountain?" Lu Chunliang smiled dryly and silently pulled his sleeves out of the little old man's hand little by little.

"If it were the same! I would never dare to bother my uncle!" The young old man clenched his hands, stalemate with Lu Chunliang, and complained repeatedly: "But it's not possible now! Now the empress has set a ninth-grade system for martial artists in the martial arts world, even major sects cannot escape, and exposed the foundation of each sect. Now my Wudang is in a weak state, which is the fat in the eyes of countless people. The three of my nephews are old, half of them have fallen into the loess, and other younger generations are not useful. You are so talented that you are in the spring and autumn, and you are even more talented. Only when you go down the mountain can you have hope of revitalizing my Wudang power..."

At the end of the day, the gray-haired old man gradually choked up and the person who heard it was moved.

If it weren't for watching him secretly dip his fingers in saliva and smearing them on the corners of his eyes, Lu Chunliang would have believed in his evil spirit, and at this moment he just took a deep breath.

hiss……

I have never known the changes in the world for ten years. Is the foot of the mountain already so terrifying?

so……

I can't go down the mountain even more!

Lu Chunliang smiled and refused, "My nephew is too worried! The world is not about fighting and killing, but about human nature! No matter how high the martial arts are, it is not about this day! No matter how big it is, it is not about this place! I believe that my uncle, my abilities will definitely save Wu Dang from embarrassment! I really can't help me!"

The world is not about fighting, killing, but about human nature!

What a good way of saying that is so wise?

The three brothers were stunned for a moment.

Qin Ruoque's eyes were as fast as a sword.

Then Li Xuanji nodded even more.

This is the most profound truth in the world.

The uncle, the martial arts and Taoism, shouldered the same shoulders, and did not come out of the deep mountains, and knew the human nature and the world!

I don't know how to describe this shock.

All I can say is...

He is worthy of being a junior uncle!

...

Uncle Master, you made a lot of sense, but I was speechless!

The old man was speechless for a moment, and he felt a sudden realization in his heart.

indeed!

Although Wudang is weak, he is still a famous sect after all.

A lean camel is bigger than a horse!

Even if you don’t rely on martial arts, your invisible connections are amazing. If you can join forces, you will have great potential and you will never be bullied by some gangsters.

He felt ashamed in his heart that he had been the head of Wudang for so many years. When things were about to come, he was panicked first. He also needed the guidance of his uncle to figure out the joints.

In this way, I would like to ask my uncle to go down the mountain so that I can give me some advice at any time.

The little old man strengthened his belief, but for some reason, he always felt something was wrong in his heart!

He instinctively looked at his uncle and exclaimed in surprise the next moment.

"Uncle Master, where are you going?"

It turned out that while the three of them were stunned for a moment, the young master was riding on the back of the green cow without realizing it, and was about to walk far away secretly.

"Uncle Master, you can't leave!" The little old man was startled. Regardless of his old body, he jumped away, grabbed the oxtail, and begged hard: "Uncle Master, you will go down the mountain with your nephew this time! Wudang, you can't live without you!"

"Qingshan, you don't have to persuade you anymore! It's impossible to go down the mountain!" Lu Chunliang shook his head firmly, and his mind was decided.

"Why?" The little old man was puzzled.

The mountain is full of hardship and nothing is there. It’s just a mountain. Why is it so difficult to get to the uncle’s place?

"The world is full of ours. Once we enter the world for years, the emperor's tyranny is talking and laughing, and life is drunk. He holds his sword and crosses the cavalry and waves the ghost rain, and the bones are astonished as mountain birds. The world is like a tide and people are like water. I only sigh that a few people in the world are coming back." Lu Chunliang looked up at the sky with his head raised and recites a poem, as if he had seen through the world and the world was full of excitement.

After a long time, he sighed quietly and said, "Nephew Qingshan, listen to me!"

"There are heroes in the world, and they are all leading the trend for hundreds of years. The Yangtze River pushes the old waves, and each generation is stronger than the next! Since the senior brother became a senior brother, the Wudang Chun generation has gradually retired. The world belongs to us and yours, but in the end it is yours. Qingshan Junior, you are already a mature leader, and you should learn to take charge of the sect by yourself. Uncle Master, I have long since retired to the world, and my legend has long disappeared in the world! The world of the world disturbs my practice, so don't miss it! Let me move forward with the wind, be the same as the heaven and earth, free and free! The Infinite Heavenly Lord of the Three Pure Dao Ancestors!"

The young uncle chanted the chant, his heart was as strong as iron, and he remained tall and motionless.

The little old man grabbed his sleeve tightly, refused to let go, and his face was full of grief and anger.

Uncle, you have never gone down the mountain, where did you come from the legend of the world?

Not to mention, you are eighteen years old, and I am eighteen in my junior high school!

My nephew, I buried the loess into dry bones. Is you still in your prime?

How can this be...

careful!

But seeing that Lu Chunliang insisted on leaving, the elders and the younger generation did not dare to stop him, so he could only hold him tightly and said with grief and anger: "Uncle, there are not only worldly affairs in the world, but also poetry and distant places, and a great world of flowers!"
To be continued...