me and my vest

April [-]th, Wudang Mountain.

Wudang Mountain is not only the residence of Wudang, but also a place of interest, where there are many splendid and ancient Taoist temples.

Where there are ancient Taoist temples, there are ancient rules.

At the foot of the mountain in Wudang there is a stone, the stone is not big, the name is Jiejianyan, as the name suggests, whoever comes here must put their weapons at the foot of the mountain, on the shelf next to this stone, and are not allowed to bring disputes to the mountain .

Because Wudang is a holy land of martial arts that is as famous as Shaolin in the Jianghu, and because there are countless masters who have come out of Wudang and have been entangled with Wudang all their lives, everyone is willing to give Wudang this face.

This has become a rule that no one wants to break.

The succession ceremony of Wudang is about to begin. People from the rivers and lakes who were invited took off their weapons and began to go up the mountain. For a while, the steps of Wudang Mountain were densely packed with people. Standing on the mountain, it looked like someone had sprinkled a handful of black beans .

It's just that people have left a large space in the middle.

Walking there was of course a swordsman in black.

For the people in the world who don't understand his true character, they always treat him like Ximen Chuuxue and Ye Gucheng, and no one dares to approach him easily.

If you succeed, you may not be able to enjoy the same treatment as Lu Xiaofeng, but if you fail, then you will surely die quickly and beautifully.

The black-clothed swordsman walked quietly, seemingly not thinking about anything, just admiring the surrounding scenery plainly.

He suddenly saw a man squatting on the slope, so he stopped.

The surrounding Jianghu people didn't dare to stop, they bypassed him and continued to walk up, not daring to breathe.

Sikong Zhaixing had already buried his whole body in the soil, only his buttocks were sticking out, and he was digging the soil vigorously with his hands, like a dog digging bones in the ground.

Next to him was a bucket.

When he raised his head, you could see that his face was covered in mud, and it was hard to tell where the eyes were and where the mouth was.

This is clearly a clay figurine that has just been kneaded, and the master may have uncomfortable hands, so the kneading is really not very good-looking.

"Bah!" Sikong Zaixing spat out the grass leaves in his mouth, "Why are there so few earthworms in Wudang Mountain? I didn't know that such a strange thing would happen in a place with a lot of Taoists!"

"what's up?"

Of course Sikong Zhaixing knew that someone was coming to look at him, but he didn't expect it to be a black-clothed swordsman, so he was a little surprised when he looked up.

"He Gui stopped?"

"it's me."

"Since you want to know, then I'll tell you." Sikong Zhaixing said, "I thought I could gather [-] earthworms if I just dug for another afternoon, but I didn't expect Wudang to be so bad! "

Few people dare to say that about Wudang.

"Why dig earthworms?"

"Because I made a bet with a bastard!"

"He asked you to dig for earthworms?"

"That's really a big bastard! He doesn't gamble with me, nor does he gamble with martial arts cheats, precious jade and treasures, but whoever loses has to dig earthworms. Do you think he just likes to watch others be tortured?"

"Maybe." The black-clothed swordsman thought carefully, "But you also let him dig earthworms."

Sikong Zhaixing laughed, betting with him that the person who digs earthworms is of course Lu Xiaofeng.

When Lu Xiaofeng lost to him last time, he dug 680 earthworms for Sikong Zhaixing, this time it was Sikong Zhaixing's turn to dig [-] earthworms for him.

It's really useless for them to ask for earthworms, but they just like to watch each other dig.

Of course Sikong Zhaixing would come to Wudang to attend the ceremony, but he hadn't finished digging up the earthworms he promised to Lu Xiaofeng, so he expanded his territory on Wudang Mountain.

Fortunately, no one would embarrass him for such a small matter.

"What did you bet on?"

"I can't tell you, you can ask Lu Xiaoji."

"I can't find Lu Xiaofeng." The black-clothed swordsman said flatly.

Sikong Zhaixing sighed, he stopped digging earthworms, "You're going to the mountain, right?"

"Correct."

"I'll go with you!" The King of Thieves turned somersaults out of the pit, and stood next to the swordsman with his bucket in hand, "All the distinguished guests are arranged in Tingzhu Courtyard, so don't make a mistake."

"Listen to the bamboo courtyard?"

"That's right." Sikong Zhaixing said, "Huamanlou, Mu Taoren, Wang Shidai, Gao Xingkong, and Eagle Eye Laoqi are all there, and you and I should go there too."

"En." The swordsman in black nodded obediently.

Sikong Zhaixing suspected that even if he took him to the woodshed, he would be able to live there.

"You really gave Lu Xiaofeng the sword?"

"Give it."

"Oh." Sikong Zhaixing shook his head, "It's a waste of money for him to hold such a good sword."

"As long as he can use it."

Tingzhu Courtyard is indeed a very good place. It looks very elegant. Just like the name, there are many bamboos planted here, and the houses are also made of bamboo.

Someone is already inside.

Hua Manlou heard Sikong Zhaixing's footsteps, Sikong Zhaixing's qinggong is so good, he shouldn't be able to hear it clearly, but it's a pity that his shoes are now covered with a lot of mud, and he walks in a rattling way, which he hasn't practiced before Wu people can also hear clearly.

"Why are you like a clay figurine?" the wooden Taoist asked with a smile.

If you are not familiar with Sikong Zhaixing and Lu Xiaofeng at the same time, you will never understand their strange bet. Sikong Zhaixing also does not want to tell Mu Taoist, because this plan is too secret. If you tell him it is a bet, will he find out? What?

Why did Sikong Zhaixing lose to Lu Xiaofeng?

Where did Lu Xiaofeng, who was hunted down by Ximen Chuuxue, have the time to gamble?

So Sikong Zhaixing just put down the bucket, "I bet with others, who can be more like a lump of mud!"

Everyone laughed.

"When will the ceremony start?" Gao Xingkong asked Mu Taoist.

"It should be soon, maybe tomorrow."

"Then why don't we go around today." Hua Manlou said, "Maybe you can have a drink."

"What about you?"

"I want to go to the back mountain to have a look at the scenery."

The black-clothed swordsman spoke suddenly, "Where's Layman Gu Song?"

Layman Gu Song and Taoist Mu have always been inseparable, traveling around, it is impossible that he has not received the invitation, why didn't he come with Taoist Mu?

"Layman Gu Song has something to do." Taoist Mu said, "Although he is a hermit, even a hermit is a human being. He has many troublesome things to do."

Eagle-eyed Seventh nodded, "Some people live in seclusion just because of troubles, but there are troubles if they live in seclusion."

"If you are alive, you will cause trouble." Taoist Mu sighed as if thinking of something.

Did he think of Lu Xiaofeng?

A few people left scatteredly, Sikong Zhaixing couldn't sit still, only Huamanlou invited the swordsman to lunch.

"People who live in Tingzhu Courtyard can go to the kitchen to get their own meals." Hua Manlou said, "Do you have anything you want to eat? You can also order food here."

"Anything is fine."

Hua Manlou and Shi Lu walked halfway, when suddenly a Taoist priest came over, and he said that the master asked Hua Manlou to go over to discuss something.

"Perhaps there is something wrong with the batch of items purchased by the head of Shi Yan from the Hua family." Hua Manlou said apologetically.

"I go by my own."

The kitchen has an elegant name, Xiangji Kitchen, and Taoist Huogong is the chef. There are too many guests today, so Taoist Huogong is also very busy.

Not only are they busy with cooking, but they are also busy with drug testing. If something happens to someone today, the whole Wudang will lose face.

When the black-clothed swordsman came out with the food box, he saw a Taoist fire worker walking past him.

A firework Taoist who smells like pickled radish.

The swordsman turned his feet and followed.

The pickled radish Huogong Taoist walked very fast, with the wind under his feet, as if he was in a hurry to reincarnate, he didn't look anywhere, just kept walking.

He went all the way to the back mountain.

The swordsman in black also followed to the back mountain.

"Why are you following me?" Pickled Carrot asked.

"Because I saw you."

"There are so many people there, did you only see me?" Pickled Carrot seemed to hear something funny, "You are so strange."

"Do you want to eat?" The swordsman handed out his food box.

The pickled radish couldn't hold back anymore, of course he was Lu Xiaofeng, he had been in the firewood room behind the Xiangji Kitchen for a whole day, staying with a big basket of pickled radish, he couldn't stay any longer, so he sneaked out, unexpectedly As soon as he went out, he met the swordsman.

"I eat!"

Of course you have to eat, otherwise you will starve to death.

Lu Xiaofeng opened the food box and sat on the ground. Of course, Wudang gave the swordsman the top-notch food, not only exquisite, but also a variety of dishes.

"How did you recognize me?"

"You smell like green bamboo leaves."

One of Lu Xiaofeng's favorite wines is Zhuyeqing, even if he was sent to Wudang as an undercover agent by the old swordsman, he would pour himself down a pot of wine before leaving.

Apart from Lu Xiaofeng, which firework Taoist would drink at such a busy time?

"what are you going to do?"

The matter has come to this point, Lu Xiaofeng is not afraid that the swordsman will not agree with him to do this, so he tells the whole thing.

"The old knife wants you to get the purple gold crown on Shi Yan's head?"

"Correct."

"why?"

"Because Shi Yan is the master of Wudang, there is a secret in the purple gold crown on his head. He holds the handle of the old sword."

Lu Xiaofeng said, "We have already discussed it. Everyone who is going to be dealt with by the old knife is aware of this plan, so there is no need to worry at all."

"Do you know who the old knife handle is?" the swordsman asked.

"I know!" Lu Xiaofeng replied, "The old swordsman is Taoist Mu. He has done so many things just to become the head of Wudang."

"Now I just need to get the purple gold crown, and then go to meet the old knife handle, and then I can cheat his identity."

"okay, I get it."

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The ceremony will be held in the main hall, which is very empty and quiet. This is the largest and oldest house on Wudang Mountain.

Many long-burning lamps have been lit here, and incense is also inserted in the censer, just waiting for tomorrow's ceremony.

Lu Xiaofeng came in on tiptoe, more like a thief than the clay figurines this morning.

He planned to hide on the beam of the main hall, so that the stone crane would be directly below him tomorrow, so he could just perform this play well and take the purple gold crown to the old knife handle.

The girder is ten feet high from the floor, which is 33 meters, which is about eleven stories high.

No matter how good the lightness kung fu is, it won't improve, not even the famous robber saint from the past.

But Lu Xiaofeng has a way, he will climb the clouds - that is to fly up first, and then step on the right foot with his left foot, so that he can fly a little higher.

The process may sound funny and amusing, but it is indeed the ultimate lightness skill that has been lost for a long time in the arena.

Lu Xiaofeng had already stood on the beam, and then lay down very, very slowly, he couldn't let the ashes on the beam fall, if the little Taoist priest who cleaned it tomorrow found out, he would definitely know that there was someone on it.

Lu Xiaofeng changed He Guiting's sword from holding to hugging. Since he left the woodshed, he took the sword with him of course.

Fortunately, Lu Xiaofeng carefully wrapped the sword with a cloth, and the sword did not smell like pickled radish.

A few Taoist priests came in and turned off the lights, then locked the door and went out.

The hall was pitch black, and Lu Xiaofeng could clearly hear the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves outside, as well as the even breathing of the night watchman.

Lu Xiaofeng was also very sleepy, but he didn't dare to sleep, because his sleeping position was really not good, and he even had to climb back from under the bed in the middle of the night.

He just lay there with his eyes open until dawn.

When the guests entered the venue the next day, Lu Xiaofeng saw the black-clothed swordsman at a glance. He was walking with Hua Manlou, and Sikong Zhaixing was next to him.

As soon as Sikong Zhaixing saw him, he made a grimace. Everyone thought it was done with the swordsman, and they were amazed at his boldness. Only Lu Xiaofeng knew that it was the monkey spirit laughing at him for staying up all night.

There was also a tall and mighty old man among the guests, Lu Xiaofeng didn't know him, but thought he was very familiar.

The black-clothed swordsman moved suddenly, he changed his position and stood, blocking Lu Xiaofeng's view of the old man.

Why did He Guiting block me?

Lu Xiaofeng thought about it for a moment and realized that he was not blocking his sight, but was guarding against the old man's attack on him.

If you can see a person on the beam, of course that person can also see you.

He Guiting knew him?

For some reason, Lu Xiaofeng suddenly thought of the whip from last year, so he clenched the sword in his hand.

Is it Gong Jiu?

The author has something to say: It was indeed mentioned in the legend of Lu Xiaofeng that Lu Xiaofeng and Chu Liuxiang belonged to the same world, and Xiangshuai was from before.

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Text of Mr. Gu Long:

The only way for Lu Xiaofeng to retreat is to get out over the wall.But the walls of the Forbidden City seem to be at least ten feet high, and in the whole world, no one can sneak out of it, even if Chu Liuxiang, who made a name for himself in the past, was resurrected, he would never have such ability.