Water Margin Immortal Path

In the imperial city of Kaifeng, in the underground crape myrtle dragon veins, an underground river surges like a giant dragon. Facing the bottom of the imperial city, is where the dragon raises its head. Purple star power is falling from the sky in a steady stream, dense like clouds.

In the dense purple air, one hundred and eight natal gold medals were suspended in the air, and demon souls loomed, trying their best to escape from the shackles of the natal gold medals, making bursts of dull and shocking roars.

Chen Xizhen, a lay disciple of Zhang Tianshi in Longhu Mountain, sat under the power of Ziwei Star, meditating and cultivating, using the energy of the Dragon Emperor and the power of Ziwei Star to hone his cultivation. This kind of place is a supreme cultivation cave for Qi practitioners. Back then, Master Zhang relied on the huge and pure spiritual energy here to break through the barrier of life and death in one fell swoop, perfect the golden elixir, and reach the realm of Lu Xingxian.

Just like the poem goes: Like sparrow eggs, they are as big as sparrow eggs, and they are like pearls in between. The dragon child emerged from the womb and swallowed it, and this body has become Lu Xingxian!

It is not easy to achieve the path of immortality. With Zhang Tianshi's qualifications and the power of the Dragon King's energy and purple stars, it will take decades of water and fire skills to achieve it. Nowadays, the national power of the Song Dynasty is weakening, the Dragon King's Qi and Ziwei Star Power are gradually declining, and the quality is not as good as before. Even if it takes a hundred years of effort, it may not be possible to achieve Lu Xingxian.

When Chen Xi reached a critical moment in his cultivation, he suddenly heard the roar of tigers and roars of dragons. One of the one hundred and eight natal gold medals above his head crackled and shattered into countless pieces. A white-breasted and dazzling tiger demon soul jumped out of the gold medal. The roar was endless and the sound waves were like thunder. Chen Xizhen lost his realm in an instant and vomited blood.

When he looked up, he saw the tiger swaying its head and tail, jumping like the wind, and suddenly hit the sky, knocking out a big hole in the dragon's veins, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Chen Xizhen was stunned and didn't know why. The dragon's veins burst, the Dragon King's energy dispersed and fled, the purple energy rushed into the sky, and the sound of the waves surged. The purple energy suddenly exploded and split into four streams. One stream fell into Lin'an City, one stream flew to Haozhou, Anhui Province, one stream rushed to the Qiyan tribe in the Mongolian Plateau, and one stream fell into the Ash River in northern Xinjiang.

There is a Jurchen tribe by the Ash River. The son of the clan leader was only four years old. When he saw the dragon energy flying in the sky, he felt something in his heart and changed his name to Wanyan Aguda. Aguda means the sky.

Under the dragon vein, Chen Xizhen quickly sealed the entrance of the cave to prevent the dragon energy from leaking out. However, the dragon vein was broken, the spiritual energy was still slowly leaking out, and Ziwei's star power was gradually weakening. He was so anxious that he didn't know what to do.

"The Great Song Dynasty is running out of time. In another fifty years, it will have to move south to Lin'an to continue. However, how could the monster's gold medal suddenly break?"

Chen Xizhen was puzzled, but he didn't know that when his gold medal broke, it was when the purple thunder fell on Wu Song's head.

The changes in Ziweixing's power and dragon veins have already alarmed the reclusive masters in China. They all raised their heads to look at Ziweixing and realized something. Ancestor Chen Tuan, who had been sleeping for a hundred years, also woke up from his dream and deduced the scene of the next eight hundred years. He was silent and suddenly said to the boy: "You go to guard the mountain gate and you meet a boy named Wang Zhongzi who asks for help. Let him go up the mountain to see you." I."

The boy accepted the order and went down the mountain. He was quite surprised: "What kind of person is Wang Zhongzi? He can actually alarm the master?"

In Qinghe County, Hebei Province, Wu Dalang and Erlang continued to live by buying cooking cakes. After about two or three years, Wu Erlang's living habits became normal, but the young man had already grown into a powerful man, very strong, with two arms. With hundreds of kilograms of strength, he often holds the big stone mill at home in his hand and dances like the wind, so that three or five big men dare not get close.

Especially when he was angry, the tiger tattoo on his back became more and more clear and ferocious, and his neighbors called him a "big insect".

But Wu Dalang has not grown at all in these years. He is five feet tall, wretched and short. Everyone calls him a three-inch Dinggu tree bark. The two brothers are tall and short, strong and weak, one has a dignified appearance and the other has a wretched appearance, which contrast each other perfectly.

However, the two brothers have completely opposite personalities. Wu Dalang is honest and cautious, and never causes trouble, while Wu Song is bold and bold, often looking for fights with others, and is known as: exercising in order not to have his hands chopped off in the future.

Wu Dalang was helpless and worried that he would suffer a loss, so he bought a pig with the money he saved to marry his wife and sent it to the home of the only martial artist named Liu in Qinghe County, so that Wu Song could learn some martial arts from him.

The martial arts of the Song Dynasty were different from the fancy fists and embroidered legs of later generations. These martial arts were handed down from the war-torn era of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms. They were refined over thousands of times and focused on actual combat. They did not seek to look good. You can charge into battle with a gun when you mount a horse, and you can kill people with bare hands when you dismount.

Wu Song studied at Master Liu's house for two years. He was familiar with swords and sticks, and proficient in fists and feet, but his horsemanship skills were a bit weak.

It's not Wu Song's fault. When those war horses saw him, they felt like they were seeing tigers and beasts. They were lying on the ground, foaming at the mouth, and couldn't ride at all.

It's strange to say that Wu Song is a time-traveled soul. In his previous life, he only knew how to read and never learned martial arts. However, he knows these fist and kick skills instantly and can use them after just one look. In particular, he created a set of tiger-shaped fists. His moves are wide open and closed, and he is as powerful as a tiger descending from a mountain. A hungry tiger is hungry for people. His movements and movements give him a ferocious and intimidating aura.

Soon Martial Master Liu had nothing to teach him, so Wu Song had no choice but to say goodbye and walk on the street, continuing to think about his future. After all, learning martial arts is not a long-term solution, and the matter of visiting immortals and seeking enlightenment is even more illusory. Judging from the past few years of experience, immortals have never jumped out, and he has never heard of even the legendary internal skills. Could it be said that those gods and their like are all magic sticks?

Wu Song was lost in thought when he suddenly came face to face with four broken-down households. He bowed his head and said, "Brother, if you don't go to practice martial arts, why are you wandering on the street instead?"

"Teacher said I can start training." Wu Song quickly helped them up and said in surprise: "What, who beat you up?"

These four shabby people are some gangsters Wu Song met when he was "exercising". They call themselves knights and are very loyal. At this moment, the four of them were covered in bruises, their clothes were in tatters, and they even had a few footprints on their faces. They were in a miserable state. Hearing this, they smiled bitterly and said, "It's unlucky to say that we met another gang of ten brothers in Yanggu County today. He actually claimed to be a hero. The leader was called Ximen Qing, and he used a lot of punches and kicks. My brothers fought with him, but they were knocked to the ground. He was about to go find his brother and find a way for us. But it happened. I met my brother!"

"Ximen Qing?" Wu Song's eyes widened. His idol, the most famous pervert in history, finally appeared.

"Well, go and kill him at night, firstly for Dalang's happiness, and secondly, to kill him and take the opportunity to fly away and seek immortality!"

There are only unfilial mortals and unfilial gods in the world. Although Wu Song's soul is not Wu Dalang's younger brother, the two have been dependent on each other in the past few years, and Wu Song has long regarded him as his own relative in his heart. In order to prevent his brother from dying at the hands of an adulterer and adulterer in the future, the science student also had murderous intentions in his heart.

Several of the poor people laughed and said, "Let's not be too busy seeking revenge. It's rare to see my brother. We just happened to have a drink together and flirt with the little lady of the Fan family!"

Wu Song laughed and said: "You beasts are so shameless, but I like it." Several poor people bought some fruits and hugged Wu Song to Chongming Bridge. Just as he was about to enter the restaurant, suddenly a large amount of water fell from the sky, pouring Wu Song to death. Drenched all over.

Wu Song and others looked up and saw a window opened upstairs. A pretty and lovely young lady was leaning against the window. She covered her mouth with her little hand and looked at them in surprise. A strand of black hair hung down the window lattice.

The five people ignored their anger and clapped their hands and laughed: "Smelling bath water!" Among them, Wu Song had the loudest voice, which attracted passers-by to watch.

The little lady was at a loss, her face was red with embarrassment and she didn't know what to say. At this time, another little head appeared by the window, with wet hair and a delicate appearance. Seeing Wu Song's majestic appearance, he chuckled and said, "What a man! That strong man, come up quickly and I'll change clothes with you!"

Wu Song was amazed that this little girl was not shy at all. In fact, this kind of thing was not surprising in the Northern Song Dynasty. Most of these were Goulan girls. Some were abducted, and some were forced into prostitution. They were raised by their nannies and were proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, song and dance. When they were raised, they were either sold to wealthy families as concubines or engaged in the flesh trade, so they were called market prostitutes.

The four poor people clapped their hands and laughed and said: "Yan Fu, Yan Fu!" Pushing Wu Song into the building, the two girls hurriedly greeted the four poor people and drove them out. The naughty girl pursed her lips and smiled and said: "This master, concubine I'll wait for you to change your clothes." Without any explanation, he took off Wu Song's wet clothes, revealing his muscular body.

The girl's eyes lit up and she said with a smile: "He is a true husband." He gently touched the tiger picture on his back, which made Wu Song feel numb. He chuckled and said: "This tattoo is really smart and vivid. Who made it ?”

Another shy little lady blushed and took out a Confucian shirt, but she didn't dare to help Wu Song put it on. The girl teased: "Sister Yulian is so shy. Could it be that she has taken a liking to this man? Do you want me to go with Aunt Qin?" Let me tell you, why don’t I just redeem my life for you and become a pair of mandarin ducks?”

"Jinlian, don't talk nonsense."

The little lady lowered her head and reluctantly put on Wu Song's clothes, her body almost collapsed.

Wu Song quickly adjusted his clothes. To be honest, this was the first time he had the honor of letting a little girl change his clothes. He was really not used to it.

"Your name is Yulian? Your name is Jinlian?" Wu Song had a strange look on his face. He looked at the two girls carefully and saw that they were only twelve or thirteen years old, which was the time of youth and beauty.

The little girl spoke quickly and said: "My sister's surname is Bai, and her name is Yulian. My surname is Pan, and my name is Jinlian. Big strong man, if you like my sister, you must redeem me too. We, sisters and sons, will serve you." You, I promise you will be happy." Bai Yulian was anxious and pinched her quietly. The little girl was startled and shouted: "I haven't become a grandma yet, and I have started to bully my concubine! No, I must be a big one! house!"

Wu Song was dumbfounded, and a sense of historical dislocation suddenly arose in his heart. Is the person in front of him the Pan Jinlian whose fame has been passed down through the ages? He really couldn't connect this naughty girl with that slut.

Pan Jinlian made fun of Bai Yulian, but suddenly she woke up again: "After talking for a while, I still don't know who my brother-in-law's name is!"

Wu Song was silent for a long time, then said in a voice: "You two ladies, do you recognize the official Ximen? I am Ximen Qing in Yanggu County. My family has hundreds of hectares of fertile land, but we are not married yet..."