Clouds Move, Wudang Wind Rises!
"Elder Zhen Wu, please calm down. We lowly people have no intention of offending you…"
Within a radius of tens of miles around Wudang Mountain, all the villagers were trembling in fear as they knelt down and prayed!
It was said that Mount Wudang was the dojo of Zhenwu Great Emperor. The face that was condensed in the air at this moment was naturally taken by everyone as Zhenwu Great Emperor!
On the official road, a few women dressed in long skirts and holding long swords saw the strange phenomenon in the sky ten miles away. They were all inexplicably shocked.
However, as martial artists, the women did not show the panic that the commoners had.
"Senior Sister Ding, should we report what happened in Wudang Sect to the sect master?”One of them asked the woman in the lead.
Ding Minjun nodded slightly. People in Jianghu were not blind. Now that such a strange scene had appeared in the sky above Wudang, there must be something fishy about it. Naturally, there were many people who wanted to understand what had happened on Wudang Mountain.
When she saw the human face formed by the dark clouds and the meandering silver lightning in the sky, Ding Minjun's first guess was that it had something to do with the Great Grandfather of Wudang Mountain!
Even though there were rumors in the game that Zhang Sanfeng had been dead for ten years, Emei Sect, which had a lot of connections with Wudang Mountain, naturally knew that Wudang's great-great-grandfather was still alive, but he had been in seclusion for ten years!
"It's rumored that those who attain the Dao of Daoism all ascend with the rising clouds. This Perfected Zhang actually attracted the lightning tribulation. It seems that it's nothing much!”Ding Minjun smiled disdainfully.
Because Zhang Sanfeng and the founder of Emei had a trace of history, Emei had been taken care of by Wudang Sect for many years.
However, Zhang Sanfeng seemed to have attracted the Heavenly Tribulation, so he was probably doomed. Wudang, which had lost its great-grandfather, was just a second-rate sect in the Jianghu in Ding Minjun's eyes.
The Great Song Dynasty Hall had been spending a lot of money to rope in the various factions of the martial world so that they could be under the Great Song Dynasty Hall's control.
He also secretly supported the expansion of these martial arts forces that had joined the court to expand the influence of the court on the martial arts world.
They watched as the other sects in the martial arts world were supported by the government and continued to grow. Emei Sect had been eyeing it since a long time ago, but because Wudang Sect chose to remain neutral, Emei Sect, which had a good relationship with Wudang Sect, was forced to remain neutral.?
However, the current leader of Emei Sect, Mistress Miejue, had long been dissatisfied with maintaining the status quo. If this was really Zhang Sanfeng's Heavenly Tribulation, it might be the opportunity for Emei to get rid of Wudang and rise up.
"One of you will return to Mount Emei and report to Master. The other will follow me up the mountain and see what Wudang is up to!”
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A thousand miles away from Mount Wudang, in the Celestial Master's Residence of Mount Longhu!
An old Daoist in a yellow Daoist robe was sitting cross-legged on a futon. His eyes were closed as he meditated.
"Hmm?"
All of a sudden, the old Daoist frowned slightly. An inexplicable aura that came from afar made his heart palpitate.
"Could it be that Zhang Sanfeng is faster than me?”The old Daoist muttered in his heart. He could not help but twirl his fingers and secretly deduce in his heart.
The more he deduced, the stranger his eyes became.
What was going on?
That terrifying destructive aura was undoubtedly the heavenly tribulation!
There was no way to survive the heavenly lightning tribulation. Compared to ascending in broad daylight, there were thousands of dangers involved. Only those who had reached their realm could truly understand.
However, the old Taoist priest had just divined the good or bad luck of Wudang. Why was it a lucky sign?
"Did I miscalculate?"
The old Taoist priest didn't believe him. He took out three more copper coins from his sleeve and cast a divination.
"Lucky?"
The old Taoist priest was a little mad. Mount Wudang and Mount Longhu were both Taoist sects. Although Longhu had been the leader of Taoist sects under the support of the imperial court all these years, he was an existence in the same era as Zhang Sanfeng. He was the most senior Taoist master in the Taoist master's residence. Naturally, he would not look down on Mount Wudang like those juniors.
Back then, he was suppressed by Zhang Sanfeng until he could not even lift his head. Song Yuanqiao, the current sect master of Wudang Sect, was also a talented person who had shocked the world. If he had not forcefully opened up the Heavenly Man of Martial Arts back then, his future would have been limitless.
The old Celestial Master walked shakily to a sandalwood incense table and took out two pieces of turtle shell from the sandalwood box with a solemn expression.
He wanted to use the ancient method to calculate the fate of Wudang Mountain!
"It's Lucky again? Why would the heavenly tribulation give birth to good luck? What exactly happened on Mount Wudang?”
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Great Song, Lin 'an House.
Lin 'an City was the capital of the Great Song. In terms of prosperity, it was second only to Chang' an of the Great Tang!
As for Great Ming and Great Qin?
The capital cities of these two countries lost some of their market atmosphere, but were more grand and solemn!
At this moment, in the golden palace in the center of Lin 'an City, a middle-aged man wearing a red and dark dragon robe looked at the secret report in his hand, and a trace of light flashed in his eyes.
"Official, could it be that Perfected Zhang who caused such a change in Wudang Mountain…" An old eunuch with a gloomy expression reminded the middle-aged man in a sinister voice.
Perhaps only Perfected Zhang from Wudang Mountain could cause such a commotion!
The middle-aged man's expression did not change. He closed the secret report in his hand and said to the old eunuch beside him,"Don't make a move yet. You've already caused a lot of trouble when you joined Wudang back then. Didn't that princess of Northern Yuan want to form an alliance with Great Song? Let her be the pawn!"
The old eunuch seemed to have recalled something and reminded,""Official, according to the intelligence, the young master of Lord Wu 'an's manor has yet to leave the mountain. If you want to make a move on Wudang in the future, this is a good reason.”
The middle-aged man nodded solemnly.
Now that the Jin soldiers were harassing the northern border, the emperor of the Song Dynasty often reflected on himself. He felt that the reason why the Jin soldiers were so rampant was inseparable from the attitude of the Song Dynasty towards the martial world!
The Great Song was not like the other dynasties of the Central Plains. The Great Qin Empire had two great generals who were awe-inspiring, and the emperors of the Great Ming Empire and the Great Tang Empire could personally lead armies. The only thing the Great Song could do was to cooperate with the Jianghu.
Almost every time the Jin soldiers went south, it was these martial arts masters and soldiers who resisted the Jin soldiers layer by layer.
The martial artists in the pugilistic world had such high realms, but the Great Song Dynasty still had to expend a lot of effort to resist the Jin soldiers.
This made the Emperor of the Great Song think of a phrase: " raise bandits and respect themselves!"
These martial artists were probably using the Jin soldiers to harass the border to make the Great Song turn a blind eye to the martial arts world. They were really vicious!
Among them, Wudang Mountain, which had always been outside the court and did not like to be close to the court, was very suspicious in the eyes of the emperor!
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At the same time, in the Great Song.
In front of the Shaolin Sutra Depository, an old monk who was sweeping the floor paused his broom and looked to the south.
On the Black Wood Cliff, a beautiful figure dressed in red sensed something and disappeared.
At the border of Song and Jin in the Northern Lands, a middle-aged swordsman with a sword on his back let out a faint buzzing sound as if it was trembling!
The entire martial arts world could not help but look in the direction of Wudang Mountain!
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