Time flies, and several months have passed by in a blink of an eye since the hero's message was sent.
In the Wudang Mountains, there is snow.
The green cypresses were covered under a thick layer of auspicious snow.
Looking from a distance, it has a sense of ancient vigor and everlasting desolation.
The huge mountain range is like a Zhenwu Tianzun lying upside down.
In the mountains and forests, a clear bird song sounded like a jade chime, and the blue-white phoenix shadow rushed up to the sky with wisps of wind and snow.
Xiaoqing raised her head and screamed in joy, seemingly extremely happy.
And behind him, a white figure jumped up like the wind.
It was Zhou Xuanxin.
I saw one person and one bird, leaping and flying in the mountains, one behind the other, as if you were chasing me, laughing and laughing, very happy.
In the past few months, Xiao Qing has accompanied Zhou Xuanxin to meditate and read books every day, and occasionally went to the Emperor Garden Sword Realm to absorb spiritual energy. He grew very fast, far better than ordinary birds.
When we first met, it was only the size of a palm.
Within a few months, his wings were now spread wider than a human arms span.
Moreover, the hair color all over the body is even more beautiful, as green and white as jade.
The tail feathers have turned into several slender feathers, giving birth to several mysterious patterns of brilliant colors.
The feathers on the forehead stand proudly in the wind like a crown.
Jiran gradually revealed his phoenix-like demeanor.
During the fluttering of his wings, he can move at an extremely fast speed. Even the light kung fu practiced by the top masters in today's world cannot compare with it.
But Zhou Xuanxin behind him was no ordinary expert.
The figure flickered slightly and then disappeared like an afterimage.
The white clothes are like snow, coming and going like wind.
Nowadays, the Lingxu Body Technique created by Zhou Xuanxin has gradually reached the state of transformation, reaching the realm of mystery, impermanence, and all kinds of reality and reality.
If the Grand Master hadn't watched attentively, it would have been difficult to see the subtlety of the footwork.
When Xiao Qing was slightly dazed, Zhou Xuanxin had already flashed in front of him, laughing and wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"Xiao Qing, I win this time again!"
Xiao Qinghu's eyes as moist as water shone with childlike luster, and she screamed with joy, as if she still had more to say.
And Zhou Xuanxin has been with it every day, and has already had a tacit understanding. Just as he knows the elegant meaning of the string song, he has also known the mood by hearing the cry.
"Okay, you have made great progress, so losing to me is not a shame."
But Zhou Xuanxin was not in a happy mood these days.
Several months have passed, and although the number of examination papers has continued to accumulate, my own cultivation has never reached the breaking point.
Although the internal energy is getting thicker and thicker, and the skills are becoming more and more refined as they are practiced, they are just like rivers overflowing, and the water is filling the pot.
But he never reached the moment when he could transcend the peak and reach the realm of the great master.
It is recorded in ancient books that the great master, the essence of Yuanling, and the destiny of heaven and earth, can be found in extraordinary horoscopes.
Traveling thousands of miles, you may reach the distance, but you may not reach the peak.
For a moment, Zhou Xuanxin also secretly doubted that even with all the help he received, was it true that he was not destined to become a great master?
If he wanted to take the Chongyuan Pill, it would seem to be deliberate, and he would lose his original sense of casualness.
Therefore, he also decided that although he had that peerless elixir, he was not in a hurry to use it.
After all, I still have a long time to spend with martial arts.
At this moment, a bronze bell rang.
But this time, the sound of the copper bell seemed to be a little more anxious.
It seems that when Wu Ming went up the mountain with unknown intentions, the Wudang Mountain Sect was not so anxious.
Zhou Xuanxin looked serious and gently touched Xiaoqing's forehead a few times.
"Please go back to the Taoist Pavilion and wait for me."
After saying that, he took off and ran towards the front of Zhenwu Palace.
In the Zhenwu Palace, the Six Wudang Heroes stood silently with sad expressions on their faces.
There were two people lying on a hospital bed at the moment.
One of them had a handsome appearance and a long beard reaching to his chest, but at the moment his face was black and black, his body was stained with blood, and he was obviously seriously injured.
It was Mo Shenggu who had been sent down the mountain to attend the Juxianzhuang meeting.
The other one was a girl with yellow hair and black hair, and was extremely ugly.
Song Qingshu on the side was crying so hard that he was hoarse.
Zhou Xuanxin has now read more than a thousand volumes of ancient classics, and has thoroughly read and understood the medicines given by the system. Although he does not dare to call himself a medical master, as long as the injury is not deep into the blood, he can easily resolve it.
With just one glance, he could tell that both of them were on a thin line between life and death.
"Such serious internal injuries."
When the six heroes saw Zhou Xuanxin's arrival, they couldn't help but feel happy.
Although it is known that he is not a member of the sect, at this moment Zhang Sanfeng and Wuming are traveling far away, comprehending the great catastrophe of the ages, and do not know when they will return.
Right now, this boy is the only one we can count on.
Without waiting for anyone to explain the situation, Zhou Xuanxin just glanced at Song Qingshu coldly, then stood between the two beds and checked their pulses.
Mo Shenggu was seriously injured and was at the end of his life.
The girl on the right, although not optimistic, still has hope.
"The injuries Mo Qixia suffered were extremely sinister. Someone ambushed him from behind, and the wounds were located at the fatal points in his body."
"Only the Great Luo Immortal has the power to return to heaven."
These words are heavy and affirmative.
After Song Yuanqiao and others heard this, their hearts sank. They were all masters in the world, and they had tried their best to save their junior brother's life with their inner strength.
But there is no doubt about the ability that Zhou Xuanxin has shown in these days. If even he is helpless, everyone's heart will really sink to the bottom.
"And the injury this girl suffered was a direct hit with extremely deep and powerful palm force, which is an authentic Buddhist internal skill."
"Regarding the heavy external force they suffered, the one who hurt Mo Qixia was a despicable villain, but his skills were weak. The one who hurt this girl was an expert in this world, with decent palm power, but the force of his hand was indeed too heavy."
Zhou Xuanxin looked solemn.
He knew that the one who killed Mo Shenggu was Song Qingshu in front of him.
But at this moment, he didn't have any evidence. If he was named first, the murderer turned out to be Song Yuanqiao's only son. I'm afraid it would be too shocking and he would inevitably get the reputation of inciting relations.
Song Qingshu's face was filled with tears and he was still shouting loudly.
"Uncle Mo Qi was killed by Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min. It was their sudden poisonous attack! I saw it with my own eyes!"
The Seven Heroes of Wudang looked at each other, and Zhang Cuishan frowned even more.
However, the seven of them are more than brothers, and each of them knows that such a matter involving life and death within the sect must not be rashly drawn without solid evidence.
Only Zhou Xuanxin secretly sneered at Song Qingshu's poor acting skills.
"It's a pity that Mo Qixia's current cultivation level is insufficient. If he can go further and reach the peak of the third level, this injury will naturally..."
Suddenly, something dawned on him.
"If... Mo Qixia can break through the current bottleneck of cultivation at the critical moment and reach the next level, the meridians and bones in his body will be rebuilt, and he may be able to find a glimmer of life in the midst of death. It’s also unknown!”
After hearing this, Song Yuanqiao shook his head repeatedly.
"We have also thought about this. However, in order to reach the realm of ascension, if one does not have the talent of Young Hero Xuan Xin, one needs the assistance of a magical elixir. Where can one find such elixir right now?"
Zhou Xuanxin smiled slightly and took out the Chongyuan Pill that he had treasured for a long time from the sleeves of his broad robe.
"This medicine can allow the user to forcefully break through the current bottleneck of cultivation and reach the next level. At present, the medicine and stone are ineffective, and only soldiers are in danger."
Zhou Xuanxin was willing to take out such treasures, firstly to repay Wudang's kindness for allowing him to enter Taoist Pavilion, and secondly because he admired the Seven Heroes of Wudang. They were like the fierce autumn sun, with awe-inspiring righteousness. He really couldn't bear to see the seven heroes separated forever.
Song Yuanqiao's face was filled with joy. He never thought that the young man in front of him had so many surprises that outsiders couldn't describe!
He quickly leaned over and saluted.
"Young hero saved my fifth junior brother back then, and now he is so generous with his kindness. I, the whole Wudang Sect, are deeply grateful."
Zhou Xuanxin waved his hand, but his eyes were fixed on Song Qingshu, whose face turned pale.
"It doesn't have to be like this. Once Mo Qixia is intact, we will naturally know who secretly murdered him."
And then, he looked at the girl lying on the other side.
This sight really shocked Zhou Xuanxin slightly.
How could there be such an ugly appearance in this world!
