Time passed by.
It was late at night.
The noisy Wudang Sect quieted down.
Everyone was sleeping soundly in their respective rooms.
Even the young Taoist priest on duty couldn't stand the cold at night and secretly went back to his room to sleep.
The power of the late spring chill was still very powerful to the young Daoist priest.
No one noticed that a figure was still walking on the mountain path.
It was Lin Xuan.
At this moment.
Lin Xuan was completely drunk.
He was really drunk and could not even tell north, south, east, and west.
He took a detour on the mountain path of Wudang and finally arrived in front of the Purple Cloud Palace.
At this moment.
The entire Purple Cloud Palace was a little dark, and only the light of some candles flickered in the main hall.
After all.
As the place where the statue of Zhenwu Great Emperor was located, the Zixiao Palace could not be stopped.
In addition, Zhenwu's birthday had just been held during the day, so the incense offerings were even more exuberant than usual.
Lin Xuan looked at the Purple Cloud Palace in front of him and blinked.
"Eh? Isn't this…the Purple Cloud Palace?"
"I…Why am I here?”
Lin Xuan glanced at the Purple Cloud Palace before turning to leave.
It was late at night, and he should go back to sleep now.
After a while.
Lin Xuan came to the Purple Cloud Palace once again.
He looked at the familiar majestic hall in front of him and could not help but laugh.
"I didn't expect to come here again."
"Alright, since you're here, let's go in and burn an incense stick.”
"Who asked me to be a Wudang disciple?"
After saying that.
Lin Xuan strode towards the Purple Cloud Palace.
After a while.
Lin Xuan entered the hall.
There was no one in the hall now. Only the candlelight was slowly burning.
There were a few everlasting lamps around, emitting a weak light.
Lin Xuan staggered forward and came before the statue of Zhenwu Great Emperor.
The lights shone on the statue, giving it an inexplicable sense of mystery.
Lin Xuan didn't care about this.
He picked up the long incense beside him and lit it. After bowing twice, he inserted it into the incense burner.
Lin Xuan sat on the futon in front of the statue of Zhenwu Great Emperor. He looked at the statue and said with a smile,
"I have to pay my respects to you every year. I wonder if you can really show your spirit.”
At this point.
He felt a little thirsty, so he took out the Purple Gold Gourd and drank a mouthful of wine.
"Awesome!"
Lin Xuan exhaled.
He looked at the statue of Zhenwu Great Emperor in front of him and could not help but raise his eyebrows.
"Why don't I toast you too? My Drunken White Tribute is a good wine that money can't buy.”
"Even if you are an immortal and are used to drinking immortal wine, you will still praise my Drunken White Tribute.”
He looked at the counter.
Although there were all kinds of tributes on the table.
However…
But there was no wine glass.
Those porcelain bowls were also filled with fruits and were not suitable for holding wine.
Lin Xuan frowned slightly."
"No wine glasses, no empty bowls."
"Forget it, forget it. I'll just pour it for you to drink.”
He lifted the Purple Gold Gourd and poured the wine on the counter.
The wine flowed out and smashed onto the ground, causing many splashes.
The rich fragrance of wine spread out and filled the entire hall.
After doing all this.
Lin Xuan sat on the futon and started drinking.
"Come, let me toast you."
Lin Xuan raised the purple gourd and shook it at the statue of Zhenwu Great Emperor. Then, he poured a large mouthful of wine into his mouth.
However…
Lin Xuan didn't notice the subtle changes in the statue of Zhenwu Great Emperor.
The statue's eyes, which were originally looking straight ahead, moved slightly before instantly returning to its original state.
Lin Xuan ignored them.
He was still drinking.
One mouthful after another, he drank happily.
After a while.
Lin Xuan got up drunkenly and was about to leave.
He walked to the entrance of the hall and was about to step out.
Suddenly!
A trace of sword intent came over like a breeze, blowing the corner of Lin Xuan's clothes.
Lin Xuan was stunned and turned around subconsciously.
There was nothing.
The candle continued to burn.
The statue of Zhenwu Great Emperor stood still, dignified and solemn.
"Could it be…an illusion?"
Lin Xuan shook his head.
"It shouldn't be possible."
"My senses…are correct. There is indeed a wisp of sword intent.”
"Could it be that there's a treasure sword hidden in this Purple Cloud Palace?”
Lin Xuan walked around the hall but did not manage to catch that trace of sword intent.
At this moment.
A ray of moonlight shone in through the ventilation on the ceiling.
Lin Xuan looked at the moonlight that appeared in the hall and was stunned.
He recalled the sword intent he had just felt and looked at the scene before him.
He seemed to have understood something.
Lin Xuan pulled out the sword on his back.
As the treasured sword landed in his hand, the comprehension in his heart increased. His comprehension was like a flood that could not be suppressed at all.
Swoosh!
Lin Xuan stabbed out with his sword.
Even without using his internal strength, a sharp sword aura still shot out.
The sword qi flew ten feet away before dissipating.
After this sword qi appeared, Lin Xuan began to wave the sword in his hand involuntarily.
The various insights in his heart were all transformed into sword moves.
These sword moves did not require any thought or hesitation.
Every move seemed to be smooth and unrestrained.
Under the moonlight.
Lin Xuan held his sword and danced.
The sword qi raged in the hall.
Fortunately, Lin Xuan didn't use his internal strength.
Therefore, he had no choice.
After the sword Qi left, it quickly dissipated and did not harm any of the decorations in the hall.
While Lin Xuan was dancing with his sword.
A wisp of sword will appeared on the statue of Zhenwu Great Emperor.
The sword intent was like a flying sword as it flew towards Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan sensed something strange and subconsciously turned his head to look.
He saw a sharp sword shoot out from the statue of Zhenwu Great Emperor, aiming for him.
The sword intent was extremely sharp.
Towering like a mountain, suppressing all things.
It was as vast as the sea, boundless and boundless.
In front of the sword intent.
Lin Xuan suddenly felt that he was really too small.
They were as small as ants.
He could only watch the sword intent fly towards him. He did not dodge, nor could he dodge.
At this moment.
Lin Xuan focused all his attention on that wisp of sword intent.
This was a sword intent that he had never seen before.
Just a wisp of it far surpassed all the sword essences in Wudang.
Lin Xuan believed him.
Even Zhang Sanfeng couldn't compare to this supreme sword intent.
Swoosh!
The sword intent transformed into the shadow of a treasured sword and directly entered Lin Xuan's forehead.
Boom!
Lin Xuan felt his mind go blank.
His entire body was completely stiff. Then, his eyes rolled back and he fainted on the ground.
Clang.
The sword in Lin Xuan's hand fell to the ground.
However, his eyes were already closed and he was snoring as if he was asleep.
At the same time.
When the sword intent appeared, all the martial artists above Rank Three in Wudang Mountain were shocked awake.
They all looked in the direction of the Purple Cloud Palace.
That wisp of sword intent shook the world!
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