Chapter 10 The Tenth Famous Mountains Change

The night is dark and the mountain road is rugged. But this is a very difficult road in the eyes of ordinary people, how can it be placed in the hearts of the Lord of Thousand Swords and the God of Three Hearts? Even Sun Min, who was walking beside him, walked with ease.It's just that the silence of this deep mountain made her heart feel very heavy!Because it is already severe winter, there is not even the sound of insects, only the rustling of the dead branches in the wind, and there is a feeling of depression in the silence. After turning several mountain bends, the road became narrower.

The Lord of Three Hearts smiled at Mr. Jian and said: "It seems that one generation is not as good as the next generation. The disciples of Taoist Yuji are indeed not as good as their master. They have made these Taoist priests of Zhongnan so lazy. Look!" He pointed behind the mountain with his hand, and said: "At this time, when Fang passed the garrison, it was the evening class time, but at this moment, not only could I not hear the sound of chanting sutras, even the bells of the Taoist temple were not ringing. I think that kind of Taoist priests couldn't bear the cold, so they huddled under the blanket and covered their heads. I fell asleep, and when I saw that little Taoist boy, I wanted to teach him a few words."

Hearing that he called Yihe, the head of Zhongnan's Taoist sect, Xiaodaotong, Sun Min couldn't help laughing secretly, but thought in his heart: "He looks like he is only forty or fifty years old at most, but he has been famous for forty or fifty years. I am afraid that his actual age is already very high. It seems that this internal martial arts, once it enters the realm of perfection, is really incredible. , even the legendary art of retaining beauty can be done!" Mr. Jian frowned slightly, quickened his pace, and walked towards the depths of the mountain. Turning another mountain bend, there is a dark jungle in front of them. They walked straight forward for a while. , but still no sound came from under his feet.

After walking a few more steps, Sun Min saw the Taoist temple in the jungle, but she couldn't help but feel moved, thinking: "It's still early, why are the lights in this Taoist temple so dark, it's as if the Taoists are all asleep. Could it be that there are really lazy people in the Zhongnan sect?" Mr. Jian felt that something was wrong, he was slightly tall, but he went forward with one hand holding the big cart. The God of Three Hearts also put away his joking attitude, and flew forward for a few feet, like a gray crane in a still night, so light and graceful indescribably, without the slightest artificiality.

Sun Min also followed closely. But I saw that the scarlet gate in front of the Taoist temple was closed tightly, and there was no sound of people in the temple. This scene was not silence, but lifeless! Sanxin Shenjun was standing in front of Guanmen and knocking on the door, knocking on the copper door knocker, but there was still no sign of anyone coming. He glanced at Mr. Jian and said: "I'll go in and have a look." With a flick of the robe sleeves, he was about to jump over the two-foot-high wall. Unexpectedly, a stern voice suddenly came from the temple, and a stern voice asked, "Who is it?"

Sun Min couldn't help secretly asking: "Why is this Zhongnan Taoist so angry?" With this stern voice, the door opened, and a long-robed Taoist stood in front of the door, looking out the door with piercing eyes, his expression seemed to be heavily guarded. Sanxin Shenjun snorted extremely displeased, looked at the Taoist, and said: "Unexpectedly, since the old Daoist Yuji left, Zhongnan Mountain has become more and more ostentatious. You go and tell your head, and say that there is an old friend coming to visit." He said the word "visit" in a particularly harsh and heavy way.

The Taoist looked at him again, and suddenly called out: "Master Murong!" Sanxin Shenjun was stunned for a moment, wondering how the Taoist who opened the door would recognize him, know his name and surname that is rarely known to outsiders-Murong Wangwu? Sun Min felt a light wind flashing beside him, and Mr. Jian also rushed forward. The Taoist priest in robes knelt down in front of the Guanmen and said: "Don't you old man know your nephew?" The God of Three Hearts looked up and down at the Taoist. Mr. Jian said: "Are you a miraculous spirit?" The Taoist looked up, and in the faint moonlight, he recognized the two people in front of him, and said ecstatically:

"Ah! Uncle Jian is here too! My nephew is Miao Ling. It has been thirty years since the two uncles left Zhongnan together, but their looks haven't changed at all!" The God of Three Hearts nodded with a smile and said: "However, you have changed a lot. Unexpectedly, Daotong, who was holding a teacup in the past, is now a famous swordsman in the martial arts world, and the head of the Zhongnan Sword Sect!" He turned to Mr. Jian and said: "The years are urging people, the time is gone, and in a few years, I'm afraid we will also be buried in the ground!"

Sun Min looked at the Taoist kneeling at the Guanqian gate, and wondered to himself: "Could it be that he is the Zhongnan swordsman Xuanmen Yihe? But as the head of the sect, how could he come out and open the gate by himself?" No wonder she was so surprised, no matter any sect, there is absolutely no reason for the head to open the door in person. Mr. Jian raised his hand and lifted him up.Looking into the temple, there is only a solitary lamp in the main hall, emitting a dim yellow light.Looking at Miao Ling's face again, he saw that his thin face was extremely haggard, and he knew that something serious must have happened to the Zhongnan Sword Sect.

"The heavens have eyes! My nephew would never have imagined that the immortals of the two masters would come here!" The joy in Miao Ling's voice is mixed with a lot of sadness.He added: "When the two masters came, half of the lives of the 429 disciples in the Zhongnan sect were recovered!" Mr. Jian and Murong Wangwu, the God of Three Hearts, knew that something serious must have happened to the Zhongnan School, but when they heard Taoist Miaoling's words, their resolute and indifferent faces still couldn't help but change slightly. What kind of major accident can make hundreds of Daoists, big and small, of the Zhongnan sect die at the same time?

It must be known that since the establishment of the Zhongnan School, there have been many masters, and the disciples under the sect are not incompetent. Then, isn't this too amazing? Mr. Jian asked in surprise: "Xian Qi has grown up on his own after a long absence, congratulations! It's just—" He paused slightly, and looked around.And said: "Is there any change on Mount Zhongnan?" Taoist Miao Ling gave a long sigh—seeing Sun Min standing behind Mr. Jian, he couldn’t help being secretly surprised—and said: "The Zhongnan School is indeed facing a catastrophe that has not been seen in hundreds of years. My nephew is incompetent and really helpless. If the two masters hadn't come, the Zhongnan School, which has been around for hundreds of years, might be ruined from then on. " The seriousness of the situation in the words made the calm Mr. Jian change slightly. Taoist Miao Ling let out a long sigh, and then said softly: "This place is not a place for conversation, please come in and see the two senior uncles, and my nephew will explain in detail." Mr. Jian and Murong Wangwu dragged the cart in, and Sun Min also entered with his head bowed. Miao Ling saw that there was a beautiful woman and his two best friends of his deceased master whom he admired the most—Wan Jianzhi and others were together with the Three Hearts God Lord. Although he felt strange, he dared not ask. Just stood aside respectfully. The lights in the main hall are like beans, covering this wide and grand temple with a desolate color. In the middle of the statue, the feathered star crown, and the right hand slightly holding the sword hilt, it is the most handsome Chunyang Daoist among the immortals. Under it, it looks more lifelike, like a real fairy! No matter who walks into this hall, the mood will also sink.Sun Min seemed to have something, suddenly pressed on his heart, as if he could barely breathe! In this huge Taoist temple, except Taoist Miaoling, there was no one to be seen. Sun Min had never seen a more bleak place than this in his life. Mr. Jian and Murong Wangwu looked solemn, and lifted Yi Feng and Ling Lin out of the car. Taoist Miaoling hurried over and said: "Two uncles! Send this patient to my nephew's room for the time being." He sighed and said again: "In this Taoist temple, except for my nephew, everyone's fate is like a gossamer, and they are in danger!" Under the dim light, his gloomy face became even more haggard, and the worry hidden in his frowning brows made Sun Min, who was haggard, couldn't help but sigh secretly. The Zhongnan Sword Sect is full of talents, masters come forth in large numbers, and is famous all over the martial arts world. Why did it change and evolve into this situation?