[Chapter 366 Super Fire Pit]
Hearing Li Sanqing’s words, Yang Yiyun smiled and said he knew.
In fact, he had seen from afar that this pine forest was in line with the way of formation. In his eyes, it was now the foundation of the formation, and he could enter and exit freely even with his eyes closed.
But there was no need to show off in front of Li Sanqing. He meant well, so just follow him.
After walking and stopping for half an hour, they finally walked out of the pine forest. In their sight, there appeared a series of attic temples, all of which were ancient buildings, and the words Wudang were written on the tall mountain gate.
“Master, we are here.” Li Sanqing said with a smile.
“Let’s go~” Yang Yiyun nodded.
The two of them stepped onto the Wudang Mountain Gate one after another.
The entire Wudang was built on a mountain hundreds of feet high, extending from north to south. 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 were rebuilt for the second time in the Qing Dynasty, forming the current scale.
It has historical heritage and covers an area of land. It is very shocking at first glance, and it shows the momentum and courage that an ancient sect should have.
Yang Yiyun thought, if Wudang is like this, then what about the other ancient sects?
I’m afraid they are stronger than each other, right?
After entering the mountain gate, he climbed nine hundred steps and arrived at Wudang’s martial arts arena, where a square covering more than five hundred square meters appeared.
A group of Taoist priests of different ages wearing Taoist robes came to greet him.
Yang Yiyun saw that there were no less than eighty or ninety people, and the interesting thing was that they were obviously divided into two factions.
Baishan was among them, and the leader beside him was a Taoist priest with white hair and a childlike face. His face was full of red light and his aura was strong. Yang Yiyun scanned his spiritual sense and found that this old Taoist was actually a master of the sixth level of innate.
The leader on the other side was also an old Taoist with a long goatee, but in contrast to the former, his hair and beard were very black, and his cultivation was stronger than the former, and he should be at the peak of the sixth level of innate.
These two people should be the current masters of Wudang and the leaders.
It seems that there is no discrepancy with what Baishan said. Wudang is indeed in internal strife.
Two clearly divided factions.
In addition, Yang Yiyun’s spiritual consciousness showed that among the eighty or ninety people, there were more than twenty ancient warriors who had entered the Xiantian realm.
This was a very terrifying number.
A total of twenty-eight Xiantians.
It was obvious that the Baishan side had fewer Xiantians, with a total of thirteen people, of course, most of them were at the first and second levels of Xiantian, two people at the fourth level, one person at the fifth level, and one person at the sixth level.
The other side, led by the Blackbeard Taoist, had fifteen Xiantians, two more than the Baishan side, but they had more masters. In addition to the Blackbeard Taoist who was at the peak of the sixth level of Xiantian, there were three people at the fifth level of Xiantian, five people at the fourth level of Xiantian, and the rest were at the first and second levels of Xiantian.
In the world of ancient warriors, the fists of the strong determine everything.
The masters of the Blackbeard Taoist side can simply squeeze the Baishan side.
No wonder Wudang had internal strife, and Baishan saw him as a savior.
It was a miracle that the Blackbeard side had not rebelled until now.
In the final analysis, the internal strife in Wudang was actually the issue of selecting their respective successors.
It was obvious that whoever had the bigger fist was right.
In a flash, the spiritual consciousness looked at all 28 Xiantians. As for the others, they were all five people with dark energy, but they should not be underestimated. Each of them was at least at the seventh or eighth level of dark energy, and most of them were at the peak of the ninth level of dark energy, and could enter the Xiantian level at any time.
According to Baishan, their lineage was the orthodox lineage of Wudang, the lineage of the first generation of the headmaster, and the other side was a branch, and they insisted on pure martial arts and did not make elixirs. Therefore, after the current headmaster closed his eyes, Wudang had been leaderless for ten years.
Now when the new headmaster was elected, the powerful side branch broke out and wanted to elect their people.
Baishan’s side naturally disagreed. The direct lineage was the root, which was their point of view.
The other side believed that power was ability, and the previous set of methods did not work. Alchemy was useless. Pure martial arts made breakthroughs faster. Haven’t you seen the results of so many years? How many masters above the third level of Xiantian have come out of their side?
The fight between the two houses was more like a political game.
Yang Yiyu looked at the Xiantian masters of the black beard side and felt that he had picked a big pit. He cursed Baishan countless times in his heart.
, one person at the peak of the sixth level of Xiantian, three people at the fifth level of Xiantian, and five people at the fourth level of Xiantian. Not to mention the others, the peak of the sixth level of Xiantian alone is enough for him to drink a pot.
Yang Yiyu knew that he was not sure about fighting against the sixth level of Xiantian, because he was only at the first level of the foundation-building period, which was theoretically equivalent to the first level of Xiantian, but his true strength could exert the power of the fifth level of Xiantian, plus spells, etc., he could also challenge the sixth level, but that was all. The total number of Xiantian people added up to fifteen people. What kind of power was this? Yang Yiyu knew it very well.
It was definitely a big pit.
Just as Yang Yiyu followed Li Sanqing to approach the crowd, Baishan and the white-haired old man with a childlike face beside him came up from a distance and shouted: “Wudang disciples welcome the master~”
“Welcome the master~”
With Baishan’s lead, all the Wudang disciples behind him stood up to greet him, and they knelt down respectfully.
Even the white-haired old Taoist was no exception.
On the other side, the black-bearded old Taoist was indifferent, and the people behind him did not move a step and stood still.
Yang Yiyu groaned inwardly. It seemed that the conflict between the two rooms had reached a critical point. Perhaps his arrival today was a fuse.
In his heart, he cursed Baishan ten thousand times. You are pushing me into the fire pit. If I had known that Wudang had so many masters, I would have said nothing and didn’t care about such a bad thing. What does your internal strife have to do with me? Sikong Yuan’s inheritance was obtained by accident. I didn’t regard Sikong Yuan as my master.
It is you Wudang who regard Sikong Yuan as the ancestor.
Although he cursed in his heart, Yang Yiyu couldn’t say anything in front of so many people. He had to show his demeanor. He is now the leader of Yunmen. In the future, Yunmen Medicine will develop and he will have to show his face in front of these ancient sects. He can’t swear.
The corners of his mouth twitched and a strong smile squeezed out of his face. He hurriedly stepped forward to support Baishan and the old Taoist with white hair and childlike face, and said loudly: “Masters, please stand up quickly. You are embarrassing me. I am really not the Wudang master.”
Faced with such a situation that was obviously a “super big fire pit”, Yang Yiyun thought it was better to keep a low profile. He knew that if he admitted that he was the Wudang master, it would only increase the resentment of the black-bearded old man.
After Baishan and the old Taoist with white hair and childlike face stood up, they hurriedly introduced to Yang Yiyun: “Master, don’t say that. You are still the direct disciple of Master Sikong Yuanzu, and the junior brother of the first generation of our Wudang master. You are the master of our entire Wudang.”
Baishan spoke in a very loud voice, and he glanced back intentionally or unintentionally, as if he was speaking to the black-bearded old Taoist.
After he finished speaking, he introduced the old Taoist with white hair and childlike face to Yang Yiyun, saying: “Master, this is my uncle Ming Jue~”
“Hello, Taoist Ming Jue~” Yang Yiyun saluted the old Taoist with white hair.
“Master, this is serious, I can’t do this~” Ming Jue stopped repeatedly, looking flustered.
Yang Yiyu could see that Ming Jue and Bai Shan were not stupid people, they were determined to drag him into the water and interfere in their Wudang family affairs.
Ming Jue’s eyes were shining, and it was obvious that he was a very shrewd old immortal. He was more respectful than Bai Shan.
But Yang Yiyu didn’t want to get involved in this matter, and couldn’t help but whispered to Bai Shan and Ming Jue: “I can’t interfere in your Wudang affairs. Since I’m here today, I’m just a guest, please don’t drag me into the water, okay?”
Bai Shan was stunned and blushed a little.
The corner of Ming Jue’s mouth twitched, but then he whispered: “It is a fact that you have inherited the legacy of Sikong Yuan Zushi. You are the junior brother of the first generation of Wudang, and the grandmaster of Wudang. Besides, you are here now. Do you think you can still jump out?
Even if we are willing, my junior brother is not willing. Oh, by the way, the black beard is my junior brother ‘Qian Jue’. He is very cunning and I am afraid that he has already hated you, the grandmaster. So, the grandmaster, you should be at ease.
You can rest assured about your safety. You are the disciple of Sikong Yuan Zushi. Qian Jue dare not touch you. If he dares to touch you, it is a betrayal of the master and the ancestors. At that time, the old man in the forbidden area will take action, so please be the grandmaster of Wudang for a while today.”
When Ming Jue spoke, his eyes flashed with a gleam, and his face was honest and tepid.
But Yang Yiyu almost cheated his lungs when he heard it.
“You old man still says that others are very cunning, but you are the one who is very cunning, right?” Yang Yiyu cursed in his heart.
But thinking that Ming Jue was telling the truth, he gritted his teeth and endured it.
However, at this moment, a cold snort came: “Wudang Grandmaster? What kind of grandmaster is that? Ming Jue, you are old and confused, right?”
Yang Yiyu’s heart skipped a beat and he thought to himself: “What is coming has finally come.” This voice is the voice of Qian Jue, the old Taoist with a black beard, and his tone is not good.
(End of this chapter)
