Chapter 181: The Sword of Chengang
"Master, is this Wudang?"
Chengang said excitedly as he looked at the mountain path hidden among the lush greenery and the majestic mountains vaguely visible through the forest.
Although times have changed, they have gradually faded from their former glory.
But the light belonging to the mountain in front of us still shines here.
It is a Taoist tradition that has lasted for thousands of years, and it carries the dreams of a group of people chasing the breeze.
Sometimes, Chengang would look at the sword in his hand and fall into confusion.
Even his master, Taoist Long, possesses the ability to control tigers and summon dragons.
But the path leading to the supreme palace immersed in the mind of the practitioner has not revealed its mystery to people.
And after witnessing the death of his elderly grandmother, Chengang suddenly realized the horror of life and death, but he did not get rid of its cold footsteps as he wished.
Resisting death and pursuing transcendence are not lofty goals.
In other words, it should be the most fervent desire of every life.
A hundred years later, when death creeps in like a black fog, what should I use to stop it?
Chengang couldn't help but look at the sword in his hand.
Rely on it?
But no matter how sharp the sword is, it can only cut off everything in this world.
It could not cut off the fear in the heart, nor could it split the cold death in two.
It is only in the vague legend that there is a Taoist priest on this mountain who has mastered the art of prolonging life.
Perhaps a long time ago, he also had a glorious and invincible name belonging to that era.
But as time goes by, more and more new and colorful things appear in front of people's eyes.
That is just the light of an era and will naturally be forgotten gradually.
Later, there was thunder that stretched across the sky like spider silk, shaking for thousands of miles!
A legendary figure passed away, and the Taoist priest gave himself the Taoist name: One.
Chengang didn't know the profound meaning of the name, but inexplicably, he felt that it was a memorial to something.
Perhaps, it is expressing the self-narration of a lonely survivor from centuries ago...
"Exactly. Keep your documents safe and we will go up via the trail so as not to disturb the tourists."
Taoist Long glanced at Chengang who seemed a little absent-minded, and then said lightly.
Behind him, an iron cage was slowly opened.
Then, a huge head popped out.
Just as it was about to roar like a tiger in the mountains, it seemed to have thought of something.
The open mouth made a few hissing sounds, then sneezed angrily and closed.
Fortunately, this is not a tourist passage, so naturally no one saw this gorgeous tiger.
It is well known that tigers can show completely opposite postures in different locations.
Tigers active in this world can be roughly divided into three categories based on where they live:
In circuses and zoos, in mansions and in the mountains and forests.
Taoist Long glanced at it and said nothing.
It took a lot of effort to move this guy from Longhu Mountain.
This is also the reason why he is not good at moving things, otherwise it wouldn’t be so troublesome.
"If you had understood the art of stepping on the clouds, you wouldn't have to suffer like this."
Taoist Long thought about it and said to the tiger behind him.
"call……"
The tiger exhaled to indicate that he heard it.
But soon, a breath of foul air was expelled.
Come to think of it, those words also left with the foul air...
Taoist Long's face twitched slightly. This tiger had been protecting him since he was a child.
During those chaotic days, he depended on it for survival.
Later, if it weren't for good luck, he would have been able to tame the dragon.
As a natural alien species, the Qionglong is naturally much stronger than this tiger roaring in the mountains .
But even so, Taoist Long never abandoned it.
It protected him for the first half of his life, and now, it was his turn...
They are old friends, more like family.
It's just that this guy has become increasingly lazy as he grows older, and Taoist Long is powerless to help him.
After all, he is just an ordinary tiger, and it is not easy to survive till today...
Although the world calls me Dragon Taoist, I have never forgotten my name Dragon Tiger...
Old man, you can't let me be left with only the name of a dragon...
Thinking about things, the twists and turns of the mountain road seemed to lose some of its charm.
Since we are climbing a mountain, we naturally won’t come here directly with the wind like we did last time.
After turning a corner, there was a pavilion where a group of Taoists were standing waiting.
However, there was a group of people among them.
Taoist Long looked around, and soon he saw a ginger cat lying on the lawn in the pavilion...
…
They are all practitioners, so naturally there are not so many secular rituals.
After a brief exchange, both sides went straight to the point.
"Longhu Mountain, Chengang."
"Don't be nervous, we are just sparring."
Chen Gang said with a smile to the young Taoist priest Yu Xing in front of him.
He is a few years older than Yu Xing, so he looks taller.
In fact, swordsmanship is not a way for Chengang to defeat the enemy.
However, Chengang, who had some worries in his heart, still practiced his sword skills hard.
After all, when dealing with people, swords are often more useful than talismans...
"Wudang, Yuxing."
Yu Xing glanced at Chengang somewhat awkwardly.
While he was honing his martial arts, he naturally had plenty of experience in sparring.
But representing Wudang in a competition was something he had never experienced before.
He originally came to Wudang to learn martial arts, but later found out that he was in the wrong place...
After practicing Qi, I met Brother Orange Cat again.
After some comparison, the young Taoist Yu Xing felt that he was probably the so-called onlookers in the book.
What's more, this is not the chaotic era of the past.
He practiced sword skills and qigong, and he felt happy every time he made progress.
As for what can be done with it, or what he wants to do, Yu Xing has not thought deeply about it.
He just likes...
I like to sit alone in the mountains and breathe in the air when the sun and the moon meet...
I like the romance of holding a long sword and dancing with silver light on the lonely blade...
I like the mist and tranquility in the mountains...
I like to be away from the world...
The world does not need heroes who can fight against evil and protect the good, but there is a young man with strong energy in the mountains.
When the heart is surging, the magic power will naturally flow above.
The young Taoist priest Yu Xing held his sword, and he gradually began to like this feeling.
I just hope I don't lose too badly...
"I am a few years older than you and have practiced sword for a few more years, but I can only be considered proficient. You should go first."
Chen Gang looked at Yu Xing not far away and said with a smile.
Then the two stood up and saluted under the guidance of their teacher.
Then, Chengang saw a ray of clear light coming towards him!
Grass (a type of plant)?
In an instant, countless thoughts emerged in Chengang's mind.
But his body instinctively guided him to quickly open the package and then skillfully affix a talisman to the sword...
On the other side, the orange cat, who was originally feeling a little bored, became more interested after seeing this...
