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Hearing what Li Sanqing said, Yang Yiyun smiled and expressed his understanding.
In fact, he has seen from a long distance how this pine forest is hidden in the formation. In his eyes, it is now the foundation of the formation, and he can enter and exit freely even with his eyes closed.
But there is no need to pretend to be aggressive in front of Li Sanqing, he has good intentions, just follow along.
Stopping and stopping, I finally walked out of the pine forest half an hour later. Attic temples appeared in my sight, all ancient buildings, and the above-mentioned word Wudang on the tall mountain gate.
"Master, we are here." Li Sanqing said with a smile.
"Let's go~" Yang Yiyun nodded.
The two stepped up to the gate of Wudang Mountain one after the other.
The whole Wudang is built on a mountain with a height of hundreds of feet, extending from north to south, and there are ancient buildings in each section. According to Li Sanqing's proud statement, these buildings were built from the foundation of the Ming Dynasty and built for the second time in the Qing Dynasty. , forming the current scale.
?With its historical background and more land area, it looks shocking at first glance, and everywhere shows the momentum that an ancient sect should have.
In Yang Yiyun's mind, Wudang is like this, so what about other ancient sects?
I'm afraid that one family is stronger than the other, right?
After stepping into the mountain gate, we climbed up 900 steps to Wudang's martial arts field, and a square covering an area of ??more than 500 square meters appeared.
A group of Taoist priests of different ages in Taoist robes greeted them.
? Yang Yiyun looked like there were no less than eighty or ninety people, and what was interesting was that they were clearly divided into two factions.
Baishan is impressively listed, and beside him is a Taoist priest with white hair and childlike face.
The leader on the other side is also an old man with a long goatee, but contrary to the former, this man's hair and beard are very black, and his cultivation is stronger than the former. He should be at the peak level of the innate sixth floor.
These two people should be the current Wudang masters and leaders.
It seems that there is no discrepancy with what Baishan said, but Wudang is indeed in internal strife.
There are two distinct factions.
In addition, in Yang Yiyun's spiritual consciousness, there are more than 20 ancient warriors who have stepped into the innate among the eighty or ninety people.
This is a very scary number.
There are a total of twenty-eight innates.
The Baishan side is obviously less occupied by Xiantian. There are thirteen people in total. Of course, most of them are from the first and second floors of Xiantian, two people from the fourth floor of Xiantian, one person from the fifth floor, and one person from the sixth floor.
On the other side, there are fifteen congenital people headed by the old Taoist black beard, two more than the Baishan side, but they have many masters. In addition to the peak of the sixth level of innate black beard, there are three people of the fifth level of innate, and four people of innate level. Five people, the rest are the first and second levels of innate.
In the world of ancient warriors, the fist of the strong decides everything.
The masters of Blackbeard's old-fashioned side can simply squeeze Baishan's side.
No wonder Wudang was going to fight among himself, Baishan saw him as if he saw a savior.
It is a miracle that Blackbeard has not rebelled so far.
In the final analysis, Wudang's internal strife is actually a matter of selecting their own heirs.
It is obvious whoever has the bigger fist is right.
For a moment, the spiritual consciousness looked at the twenty-eight innates. As for the others, they were all five members of Anjin, but they should not be underestimated. Each of them is at least seven or eight levels of Anjin, and most of them are at the peak of the ninth level of Anjin. , can step into the innate level at any time.
According to Baishan, their lineage is the orthodox lineage of Wudang, the first generation of the direct lineage of the head teacher, and the other side is the branch, and they insist on pure martial arts and do not make alchemy. The dragons have no leader.
Now when it is time to elect a new head teacher, the powerful collateral party broke out and wants to elect their people.
Baishan naturally disagrees, and the direct line is the root cause. This is their point of view.
The other party believes that power is the ability, the previous method is no longer feasible, alchemy is useless, pure martial arts is more breakthrough and faster, haven't you seen the results after so many years? How many innate masters above the third level have emerged on their side?
The battle between the two houses is more like a political one.
Yang Yiyun looked at the innate masters on Blackbeard's side, and felt that he had been picked into a big pit, and cursed Baishan countless times in his heart.
, one person at the peak of the sixth level of innateness, three people of the fifth level of innateness, five people of the fourth level of innateness, not to mention the others, just one peak of the sixth level of innateness is enough for him to drink a pot.
? Yang Yiyun knew that he was rightHe is not sure about the sixth level of the sky, because he is at the first level of the foundation building period, which is equivalent to the first level of innate in theory, but the real strength can exert the power of the fifth level of innate, plus spells, etc., can also Competing with the sixth floor, but that's all. There are fifteen people in total. Yang Yiyun is very clear about what kind of power this is.
It is definitely a big pit.
Just when Yang Yiyun followed Li Sanqing and approached the crowd, Baishan and the old man with white hair and childlike face came up from afar and said loudly: "Wudang disciples welcome Master~"
"Welcome Master~"
With Baishan taking the lead, all the Wudang disciples behind him stood up to pay respects, and bowed respectfully.
Even the old Taoist with white hair and childlike face is no exception.
On the other hand, the black-bearded old man was indifferent, standing still without moving a step with the people behind him.
Yang Yiyun groaned in his heart, it seemed that the conflict between the two houses had reached a critical point, maybe his own arrival today was the fuse.
Greeting Baishan 10,000 times in my heart, you are pushing my buddy into the fire pit, I knew that there are so many masters in Wudang, I don¡¯t care what the hell I say, what do you guys care about me, Sikong Yuan's inheritance was obtained by accident, so I didn't regard Sikong Yuan as my master.
It is you Wudang who regard Sikong Yuan as the patriarch.
The curses in my heart are curses, but Yang Yiyun can't say anything in front of so many people, and he has to show his demeanor. He is now the master of Yunmen. Face, don't be rude.
The corner of his mouth twitched, and a strong old Taoist came out of his face and quickly stepped forward to help Baishan and the white-haired boy, and said loudly: "All Taoists, please get up quickly, you can beat me, I am really not the ancestor of Wudang!" .¡±
Facing such a situation that was obviously a 'super big fire pit', Yang Yiyun should keep a low profile after thinking about it. He knew that if he admitted that he was the ancestor of Wudang, it would only increase the resentment of the old man with black beard.
After Baishan and the white-haired and child-faced old Taoist got up, they quickly introduced to Yang Yiyun: "Master, don't say that, you are still the direct disciple of Master Sikong Yuan, and you are also the younger brother of our Wudang first generation head teacher. The ancestors of our entire Wudang."
Baishan spoke very loudly, and glanced back intentionally or unintentionally, as if he was listening to the old man with black beard.
After finishing the lecture, he introduced the white-haired and childlike old Taoist to Yang Yiyun, and said, "Master, this is my master Mingjue~"
"I've met Daoist Master Mingjue~" Yang Yiyun saluted the old man with white hair.
"Master is serious, you can't do it~" Ming Jue stopped repeatedly, with a flustered expression on his face.
Yang Yiyun could see that Ming Jue and Bai Shan were not stupid, they were determined to drag themselves into the water and meddle in their Wudang family affairs.
Ming Jue's eyes sparkled, he was obviously a very shrewd old man, and he was more respectful than Bai Shan.
But Yang Yiyun didn't want to get involved in this matter, so he couldn't help but whispered to Baishan and Ming Jue: "I can't get involved with your Wudang matter, since I'm here today, I'm just a guest, don't pull me into the water." No?"
Bai Shan was astonished and blushed a little.
The corner of Ming Jue¡¯s mouth twitched, but then he said in the same low voice: "Master, you have obtained the inheritance of Patriarch Sikong Yuan. It is a fact that you are the younger brother of our Wudang¡¯s first generation head teacher, and our master of Wudang. You can come to me any more. Do you think you can still jump out?
Even if we are willing, my junior brother is not willing, oh yes, that black beard is my junior 'Qian Jue', he is very rich in the city, and now I am afraid that he has already hated you, master, so master Ah, if you come from it, you will be safe.
Don't worry about your safety. You are the disciple of Patriarch Sikong Yuan. Qianjue will not dare to touch you. The ancestors will be the ancestors of Wudang for a while today. "
When the old Taoist Ming Jue spoke, his eyes shone brightly, and his face was simple and honest, tepid.
But in Yang Yiyun's ears, he almost cheated his lungs.
"The old man still said that other people's cities are extremely deep, so you are a wily planner, right?" Yang Yiyun cursed in his heart.
But thinking about it, Ming Jue was telling the truth, so he gritted his teeth and endured it.
However, at this moment, a cold snort came: "Master Wudang? What kind of master is he? Mingjue, are you confused?"
Yang Yiyun's heart skipped a beat and he said to himself: "The one who should come has finally come." This voice was exactly the voice of the old man with a black beard, and the tone was not kind. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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