Chapter 103: The Chronicle of the Jumping Platform

  Beijing's Western Hills, many famous and non-famous powerful figures are accustomed to recuperating here.

  "I especially remember Longquan, and even more so Song."

  "This is a sentence from Qing Dynasty Gong Ding'an's 'Saying of Jing Shi Cui Wei Mountain'."

  "It's also a good thing to be able to win against Matsushita in the previous game."

  "I'm a professional, accompanying teachers to play chess is also work, being a bodyguard and killing people is also work, it has nothing to do with elegance."

  At the foot of a mountain, there was a spring. Beside the spring were four pines, and beside the pines stood a small cottage. Inside the cottage, two people were playing Go. One of them was none other than the world-renowned Go master, while his opponent was just a young man dressed in shabby clothes. The young man's face showed no concern, wearing a jacket stained with oil that wouldn't come off, and on the collar of the jacket was still a clothespin used for drying clothes, apparently forgotten when he collected his laundry.

  A careless and sloppy person.

  He was a careless and sloppy person, but at this moment he was calmly looking at the chessboard, while the famous national player on the other side of the board was already sweating.

  After a while, the famous Go player conceded defeat, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and smiled: "Zhou Yiwu, your chess skills have improved greatly, I am no match for you."

  The young man wearing a jacket is Zhou Yiwu. He smiled and said, "You're overpraising me, teacher."

  Guo Shou sighed and shook his head with a smile: "Every day, accompanying those few to play chess, it's not very suitable to think about winning or losing, this chess skill has been somewhat neglected."

  Zhou Yiwu furrowed his brow and smiled: "Since the teacher thinks playing chess is boring, next time those old men want to play chess again, you can just not go, right?"

  Kokushi burst out laughing and said: "Do you think I'm one of your freaks?" He brushed his sleeve and left the chess pavilion.

  Just then, Zhou Yiwu's smile suddenly disappeared, and he tilted his head slightly to listen in a certain direction southeast. After a long time, he slowly opened his mouth and said, "Something has happened at Wudang Mountain."

  At this time, there was no one in the small house, and it was unclear who he was talking to.

  In the next moment, the air in a corner of the room began to flow slowly, and the light passing through this place was shaken by some force. The light gradually dimmed, forming a human figure, slowly, finally...

  Look closely, it's a man who looks simple and unadorned but gives people a sense of solemnity sitting cross-legged on a cushion.

  That man, about thirty years old, closed his eyes slightly and sensed a certain place in the south. After a while, he said softly: "What a strong demonic aura."

  Zhou Yiwu furrowed his brow: "Big Brother, Wudang Mountain has the true body of Zhenwu Emperor, which evil creature dares to go and cause trouble?"

  "This senior brother replied: 'I don't know either. However, the Wudang Mountain Taoist temple sent a message a few days ago saying that there was something going on at Wudang Mountain today and they informed us in advance.'"

  Zhou Yiwu thought for a moment and said: "Beijing has been quite peaceful lately, otherwise I'll go to Wudang to take a look?"

  The senior brother smiled slightly and said: "If you knew who was there, I reckon you wouldn't want to go."

  Zhou Yiwu was taken aback, and then a strange expression appeared on his face. He muttered: "It can't be that Little Shifu is over there?"

  The master's brother smiled and said: "Zi'er has been studying in the provincial city recently, but there have been constant movements. I hope she doesn't stir up any trouble."

  Zhou Yiwu stuck out his tongue and said, "With a perverted genius like Little Martial Sister, even if she causes trouble, there's no need to be afraid."

  "She's actually a straightforward person, if it weren't for necessary matters, she wouldn't easily take action. But you also understand what the back of the Guiyuan Temple means to our sect." The senior master sighed and looked up at the sky: "The elders of Qingjingtian have been urging Father to take action against Guiyuan Temple, saying that there is a decree from above. And since Father returned with serious injuries ten years ago, he seems to have taken a more relaxed view of things... Hmph!"

  "He sneered, 'Immortals have no proof. You and I have cultivated for decades, which one has seen? Those elders rely on these empty and illusory orders, wanting us to do these meaningless things, it's really infuriating.'"

  Zhou Yiwu's face also turned somewhat gloomy: "I've never been to Qingjing Tian, I heard that the elders are all staying in Kunlun, it's really incomprehensible, why must we conflict with the Buddha Sect."

  "What was the purpose of setting up the Upper Three Days?" The eldest master sneered, "From Chapter 103, this sect leader is even more uncertain about Yi Tianxing's identity, and naturally speaks with courtesy."

  Yi Tian Xing sneered at himself and thought that if he still believed in any bets, that would be the most ridiculous thing.

  At this time, the plump Zhuque bird also stepped out of the Golden Temple with small clumsy steps. These high-level Taoist priests saw the bird as if they had seen their ancestors, and were so frightened that they retreated several steps in unison.

  Yi Tianxing found it a bit strange, but immediately thought that the Vermilion Bird was a sacred object of the Daoist sect, so it was normal for these Daoists to be so respectful. He looked at the now wrist-sized Vermilion Bird and sighed, thinking that since this person had appeared in the mortal world, there would probably be even more trouble in the future.

  The morning wind arrived, and Yi Tianxing stood at the top of the mountain with his eyes closed for a long time. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and a hint of madness appeared in his pupils. He felt that the true yuan in his body had reached an unprecedented realm, so he decided to take a gamble.

  "I'm leaving." He said with a smile.

  The crowd of Taoists on Mount Wudang were stunned, thinking that the sword array had been formed and the only way out was sealed by the deep chasm, even if the master of the three heavenly gates came in person, they wouldn't dare to say that they could escape. This young man seemed to not take this sword array seriously, which was a bit too arrogant.

  Yi Tianxing is not a god, nor is he the number one master in the world. He naturally knows that he can't charge through this dense sword array, but when did he ever think of charging through it?

  "Go." He said to the little red bird that was preening its scarlet feathers with its beak at the gate of the Golden Temple.

  The Vermilion Bird heard the old man's order, and its eyeballs rolled around, seemingly looking at the Taoist priests with extreme disdain. It flapped its wings and flew towards the east, where the sun was just rising, leaving behind a burnt-out Golden Temple on Mount Wudang and a trail of dust scattered everywhere as it took off.

  Seeing the bird fly away, Yi Tianxing smiled slightly, his toes popped up, and he did a backflip, turning his body 180 degrees... 12345679... countless circles of super difficult moves, jumping towards the direction of the cliff!

  Jumped down!

  The Taoists looked at the empty stone slab in front of them, and couldn't help but look at each other in dismay. After a while, they finally came to their senses and rushed to the edge of the cliff to take a look.

  Only on the precipice of Wudang Mountain, a black shadow was rapidly falling down, while dropping down, some strange and extreme shouting voices came up.

  "Waaa... waaa... waaa... so exciting! Mama!"

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  After an unknown period of time, a loud crash finally came from the foot of the mountain. Even in the dim morning light, the Taoist priests standing on the cliff could clearly see the dust and debris that was shaken out by this impact. As the dust settled, it seemed as if a black shadow got up, shook its head, and then ran wildly towards the road outside the mountain.

  The Taoists looked at me and I looked at them, staring blankly for a very long time - then they just dispersed like that.

  Not long after Yi Tianxing left Wudang Mountain, a soft and ethereal voice that didn't seem human echoed in the Golden Temple: "I knew it was this unreasonable little ancestor's host who played with fire. What a waste of my trip."

  Young Master Qin Zier mobilized the Wudang Mountain hidden door power to launch the Vajra Demon Subduing Circle in order to enter the Houyuan, and attempted to keep Yitian Xing, the Buddhist guardian deity, in Wudang. This matter became a famous anecdote in the future cultivation world. The final result was:

  The Golden Temple of Mount Wudang was burned down and later rebuilt at a cost of tens of millions.

  In the valley, a giant pit was formed naturally, and the pit was human-shaped. Later, people passed down the legend that it was formed when an immortal descended to the world. Some enthusiastic people set up a sign next to it, writing: "The fairy of the nine heavens fell to the mortal dust". And some children scribbled next to it: "Face down on the ground". For a time, it became a hot tourist spot and brought in some income for Wudang Mountain.

  By the way: A certain Taoist priest selling incense outside Wudang Mountain was stripped of his Taoist robe by a madman, and then... it was published in a weekly magazine and became a bestseller.

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