Chapter 102 The First Battle at Chongyang Palace

The first year of Daolong in Dali.

The third year of Jiaxi in the Southern Song Dynasty.

Jingzhao Mansion.

Years of war have left Chang'an, the ancient capital of thirteen dynasties, without its former glory.

The streets paved with bluestones are lined with antique shops and traditional buildings with flying eaves and wings.

There were few pedestrians on the street, and occasionally a few shouts broke the tranquility.

From time to time, Taoist priests wearing wide-sleeved robes walked through the market.

They wore bamboo hats on their heads, looked leisurely and contented, and had mysterious smiles on their faces.

When other people saw these Taoist priests, they all gave way with respect.

Taoism was established as the state religion in the Tang Dynasty.

Later emperors of the Song Dynasty advocated Taoism.

For hundreds of years, Taoism has flourished, Taoism flourished, and Taoist priests can be found everywhere in the Central Plains.

In recent decades, a Quanzhen sect has emerged on Zhongnan Mountain outside Jingzhao Mansion, known as the Xuanmen Zhengzong, which leads the Taoist sect.

"It is said that in the past when there was a sword debate in Huashan for the first time, Master Chongyang fought one against four. He defeated all the masters in the world while talking and laughing, and became the best in the world!"

"His demeanor is vaguely reminiscent of the Immortal Emperor Duan who was at the Shaoshi Mountain Martial Arts Conference more than a hundred years ago!"

In a busy teahouse on the street, a storyteller sat on the podium.

His voice is deep and magnetic, telling the story of Zhenren Chongyang and the Seven Quanzhen Sons.

"Zhenren Chongyang was the best in Taoism and martial arts, so he founded the Quanzhen Sect on Zhongnan Mountain outside the city."

"In those days, Zhenren Chongyang traveled all over the world and took the seven sons of Quanzhen as his disciples in Shandong."

The storyteller slapped a bamboo board and his voice became rich and powerful:

"The Seven Quanzhen Sons are dragons and phoenixes among men, possessing the essence of the Chongyang Master, with superb Taoism and superb martial arts.

Since the Changchun master Qiu Chuji was ordered to meet Genghis Khan, the Quanzhen sect has gradually become the most famous martial arts sect in the Central Plains and has become increasingly prosperous.

In addition to the Changchun master, there is also an elder Zhou Botong in the Quanzhen sect, known as the "Old Naughty Boy". His childlike innocence and superb martial arts skills are comparable to the four top masters of "Eastern Evil, Western Poison, Southern Emperor and Northern Beggar"!

The contemporary hero Guo Jing studied under Master Ma Yu, the leader of the Quanzhen Seven Sons, and had a deep connection with the Quanzhen sect.

If something happens to the Quanzhen Sect, Guo Daxia will definitely not stand idly by.

Therefore, very few people dare to provoke the Quanzhen Sect.

Fortunately, Quanzhen teaches Taoism from the abyss, is calm and harmonious, and is extremely strict in its conduct. The disciples in the sect are all upright gentlemen."

The storyteller closed his eyes slightly, tapped his fingers on the table, and was immersed in his own world.

Those events that once shocked people in the world are now recounted by him and become memories shared by everyone.

Someone said: "It is said that when Zhenren Chongyang was young, he abandoned his home and traveled, and met an immortal in Zhongnan Mountain. Is it true or not?"

"I've also heard that the immortal taught him the true secrets of cultivation, and Master Chongyang was able to attain enlightenment in Mount Zhongnan and establish the Quanzhen Sect!"

Everyone nodded, knowing that they had heard about this matter.

Because that rumor was said by Wang Chongyang himself.

"I don't know who that immortal is, who can actually make Master Chongyang realize the Tao?"

"It's really amazing!"

"yes."

Amid the melodious aroma of tea, a handsome young man sat quietly in the corner of the teahouse.

He was dressed very elegantly, wearing a green shirt and long robe, his hair was shawl, with a few strands of silver threads blowing in the wind.

The tea sloshed in his hand, exuding an alluring aroma.

His gaze is profound, as if he can see through the essence of everything.

The people around me were chatting and laughing, telling all kinds of rumors about the world, about the love between children and the vicissitudes of life.

The young man listened to these stories with a detached smile on his face, occasionally took a sip of tea, or shook his head slightly while sipping the fragrant tea in the cup.

Finished a cup of tea.

The waiter came over with a teapot to refill the tea, but the young man was nowhere to be seen, only a few copper coins were placed on the corner of the table.

At this time, the young man's figure appeared on the street.

He walked leisurely, taking one step forward and covering a distance of several feet.

One second he was in front of him, and the next second he was ten meters behind him, making people think he was hallucinating.

When he reached the outside of the city, he even took a hundred feet in one step.

If anyone saw it, they would not be able to believe their eyes.

This legendary technique of shrinking the ground into an inch has actually appeared in the world, which is incredible and difficult to believe.

Zhongnan Mountain is not far from here, about forty or fifty miles away.

Duan Yu walked leisurely through the wilderness and arrived in two or three minutes.

"Quan Zhen Sect."

A dilapidated Taoist temple on the top of the mountain soon appeared in front of him.

Duan Yu sighed a little when he saw this place.

Decades go by like a fleeting cloud.

Entering Zhongnan Mountain again, except for the mountain topography, all the previous scenes on it have disappeared.

The former Shenjian Villa has now become the Quanzhen Sect.

Even Wang Chongyang, the young man who begged me to preach, has passed away.

After eighty years of seclusion, Duan Yu succeeded in forming elixirs, but his soul was damaged due to karmic fire.

Therefore, he did not choose to ascend, but stayed for recuperation.

Since he broke into the palace and killed the queen, the Kingdom of Jin has been in decline and retreated to the pass.

Unexpectedly, Mongolia would rise again in the past few decades and destroy the Jin Kingdom.

The Zhao and Song dynasties were still singing and dancing in the south, and could not suppress the nomads in the north.

We can only sit back and watch the great rivers and mountains take turns changing their masters in the iron hooves.

Now this Zhongnan Mountain is in the territory of the Mongols.

As night fell, Duan Yu walked upward and arrived at Chongyang Palace.

The main hall houses the statues of Sanqing gods and is very quiet.

The two little Taoist priests stood with their heads bowed, their eyes hanging behind the curtains, motionless, as if they were asleep.

Next to the statue of Sanqing is a portrait of Wang Chongyang.

Wang Chongyang entered Taoism through martial arts, but he paid too much attention to martial arts and spent too much energy, and ultimately failed to establish a foundation.

"You little bastard! Stop!"

There were faint shouts and shouts outside.

The consciousness dispersed, and a group of Taoist priests were chasing an old woman and young man in the night.

Soon the two were surrounded.

After some fighting, the old woman was accidentally killed by an old Taoist.

"Mother-in-law! Mother-in-law!"

The young man lay on the corpse of an old woman and cried loudly. It was very miserable.

If the material is good, it is Yang Guo.

The one who died was Grandma Sun, and the veteran who took action was Hao Datong, one of the Seven Quanzhen Sons.

When everyone was about to arrest Yang Guo.

But he saw a woman in white flying out from over there.

The woman was dressed in white, her whole body was spotless, her skin was delicate and white, and her whole body seemed to be carved from a piece of white jade.

The woman in white slowly turned her head, her face was beautiful and her temperament was cold and flawless.

She looked at the faces of these Quanzhen Taoist priests one by one.

Except for Hao Datong, who had profound internal skills and a peaceful mind, the other Taoist priests couldn't help but feel a sudden shock when they saw her eyes that were as clear as autumn water and as cold as ice.

"She looks like Yu Yan"
To be continued...