hotmtlnovel Chapter 148 Lü Qian: So, I'm going to slap another member of the Lu family?
Chapter 148 Lü Qian: So, I'm going to slap another member of the Lu family?
After a day of competition, an unexpected person approached Lü Qian.
"Nephew Lü, how have you been?"
Liu Xingyang of the Quanzhen Longmen, carrying two bundles and accompanied by Huang Ming, approached Lü Qian.
"Greetings, Uncle Liu and Uncle Huang."
Lu Qian, dressed in a dark blue Taoist robe, bowed to the two men and asked, "May I ask what brings you two senior uncles here?"
"Huang Ming, you go play around for a bit. I have something to say to my junior apprentice, Lü."
After seeing Huang Ming off, Liu Xingyang, wearing sunglasses, took a package from behind him and handed it to Lü Qian. "This is what the advisor asked me to give you before we left."
"Master Fang?"
Lu Qian remembered the old Taoist priest who was short in stature, just like his own Grand Tutor Zhou Meng, and took the package in front of him.
"This is... a certificate of ordination?"
In response to Lü Qian's question, Liu Xingyang nodded. "The Three Demons Sect is, after all, part of the Quanzhen Daoist lineage. This package contains documents from the Three Demons Sect, stamped with the seal of the current Daoist Association. It is a contemporary certification of the orthodox principles of Daoism."
"If Tu Junfang successfully survives this ordeal, please, Nephew Lü, hand these things over to Tu Junfang openly and honestly in front of the world."
"Alright, I've brought the things. I should head down the mountain now. Huang Ming, let's go."
After saying that, he turned around and led Huang Ming down the mountain. Lü Qian put away his bundle and watched the two leave. "Respectfully seeing off my two senior uncles."
The Quanzhen Longmen sect has now provided the final stepping stone for the resurgence of the Three Demonic Sects. Once they accept this ordination certificate, the Three Demonic Sects will have an officially recognized branch of Taoism.
With his pack on his back, Lü Qian turned and walked towards the Lü family's camp. Now everything was ready, except for Tu Junfang's help.
……
At night, a bright campfire illuminated the silent, dark back mountain, where strange people from all over gathered together to drink and admire the moon.
However, many people had ulterior motives; some wanted to witness the lost and forbidden technique of "virginity mark," while others sought out the old man under the cover of night...
"Zhang Chulan, it's too dark here, I can't see clearly!"
"Can't see clearly? No problem, I'll raise my Qi and you'll be able to see clearly. Golden Light Mantra!"
"Oh, oh, oh..."
……
As the crowd on the front mountain happily admired the virginity mark, a figure staggered out of the old master's courtyard on the dark mountain path.
"Squeak—"
The sound of the door hinges turning rose and fell. The old master stood in the courtyard, watching Wang Ye's increasingly weak figure, his brows furrowed.
"How does Wudang teach its disciples? They are weak in Qi, essence, and spirit."
The old master recalled the face he had just seen: lifeless eyes and droopy eyebrows—in short, it was empty!
"Young Master Lü, your junior brother's appearance isn't good."
He stroked his beard and glanced sideways at the shadow behind the door, a flash of golden light in his deep eyes. "Tsk, even I almost didn't see through your magic."
"The Celestial Master is joking. Techniques and magic are no match for the principles of life and death."
Lu Qian's voice suddenly came from the shadows behind the door, and the next instant, a pair of blue, gleaming eyes suddenly opened in the shadows.
"This art of transformation cannot ultimately be hidden from a virtuous and accomplished person like you."
Under the moonlight, the shadows stretched and flickered, and in the blink of an eye, they detached from their original form and transformed into a human shape.
A black figure walked out from the courtyard gate. The pitch-black color gradually faded, revealing the figure of a young Taoist priest.
Under the moonlight, the young Taoist priest was handsome and dashing, with a peach wood sword on his back; he was none other than Lü Qian.
He bowed to the old Celestial Master and said, "Lu Qian of Wudang greets the old Celestial Master."
Lu Qian reached out and the wooden sword on his back fell into his hand. He twisted his wrist, and the dark blade sliced through the air, accompanied by a sword whistle.
"I would appreciate any guidance from the Celestial Master tonight."
"Oh, quite the equipment. Well then, your junior brother kept me from falling asleep, so I'll keep you company and stretch your muscles."
After speaking, the old celestial master gathered golden light in his hand, which, like water without form, instantly coalesced into a dazzling golden sword.
"My Longhu Mountain also has a swordsmanship tradition. When I was young, I was bored and practiced for a few days. It seems I'm still quite skilled now."
The silvery moonlight shone down from the sky, illuminating the golden sword in the old celestial master's hand, adding even more sharpness.
"Keep it down, tonight we'll only spar with swords."
"it is good."
Lu Qian nodded, and as soon as he finished speaking, his figure flashed and disappeared from the spot, while a hurricane swept towards the direction of the old Celestial Master.
"That's quite a movement technique."
The old celestial master spun around halfway, his golden sword flashing as it swept through the air, leaving a trail of dazzling light.
"when!"
The sound of metal clashing rang out as the two swords collided, the golden blade blocking the tip of the wooden sword.
"Whoosh—"
Light and shadow flickered, golden light flowed, the old celestial master moved his feet, his figure was graceful, and the golden sword shadow in his hand transformed into a continuous light curtain to meet the attacks from all directions like a sudden rain.
The hurricane intensified in the old master's courtyard, and wooden swords emerged from all directions, like bamboo shoots bursting from the ground after a rain.
"Clang, clang..."
For a moment, the sound of metal striking metal echoed incessantly in the courtyard. The old celestial master, dressed in white robes, with white hair and white eyebrows, looked like an immortal dancing with flowing light under the silvery moonlight, his every move graceful and natural.
"Ha, it's my turn now."
As he spoke, a golden light flashed around the old master, and his figure moved with increasing agility. The golden sword in his hand shone brightly, dazzling and radiant.
The golden sword light pointed towards a spot in the void, as if it had struck something. The next instant, Lü Qian, dressed in a dark blue Taoist robe, appeared from the void.
"Whoosh—"
With a flash of golden light, the golden sword in the old celestial master's hand followed like a shadow, like flowing clouds and waterfalls, carrying sword energy as it stabbed towards Lü Qian.
"Invisible yet with shadow, like light and water, your swordsmanship is truly awe-inspiring, Master."
The Golden Waterfall is formed by continuous sword shadows, with sword light that seems both real and illusory hidden in the droplets of water, making it appear as if a real waterfall is descending from the sky.
Lu Qian was forced back by this attack. He somersaulted in mid-air and dodged out of the splashing area of the waterfall.
After landing, he sheathed his sword, stood up, and bowed to the old celestial master.
"Well, do you understand now?"
The old celestial master dispersed the golden light in his hand, stroked his beard, and looked at Lü Qian with a smile.
"Understood, guards of the Three Realms, welcoming officials of the Five Emperors."
Lu Qian's answer made the old master nod, "Alright, now you understand, so follow your own path."
"Thank you, Master."
Lu Qian watched as the old Celestial Master waved his hand, went into the room, and then left the Celestial Master's courtyard.
His answer just now was two lines of the Golden Light Mantra.
"Three Realms" refers to the upper, middle, and lower dantian; "Five Emperors" refers to the five internal organs and five elements of the human body.
To perfect one's spiritual practice, one must start with the three dantian and the five internal organs, thereby refining oneself and connecting one's nature and life.
Under the moonlight, the old master's courtyard returned to tranquility.
……
"Zhang Chulan, you're something else! Coming to the Celestial Master's Mansion to walk your bird, you're truly a unique individual throughout history."
Xu Si patted Zhang Chulan, who had sobered up, and laughed heartily with a cigarette in his mouth. "I saw that quite a few people took pictures before. I reckon it won't be long before your virginity mark spreads throughout the world of supernatural beings."
"Get lost!"
With his hands in his pockets, Zhang Chulan walked towards the entrance of the arena, ignoring the teasing of the crowd, where a new round of match-ups was arranged.
"How could it be him!"
Before Zhang Chulan could even get close, Lu Linglong's surprised voice came over, making Zhang Chulan, who was examining the battle chart, look over curiously.
"Lu Linglong versus... Lü Qian?"
"Linglong, you've run into a real slap in the face."
The members of the Lu family troupe standing nearby covered their mouths as they looked at Lu Linglong's incredulous expression, and her best friend, Zhi Jinhua, even stepped forward to make a joke.
Don't mention slapping me.
Recalling the past, Lu Linglong immediately remembered her cousin Lu Lin's stubborn tears when they were children.
At a birthday banquet held by the Lu family, Lu Qian defeated Lu Lin in a single, honorable move during a public martial arts competition.
Although this move was indeed somewhat embarrassing to talk about—it was just a simple slap—the Lu family, being gentlemen, didn't care about such things; they accepted defeat.
After being hit, Lu Lin became determined to improve herself and worked hard in her cultivation, so this incident became an interesting story in the Lu family.
Lu Qian also got the nickname "Big Slap," meaning that his slap was big enough to slap Lu Lin's face hard.
Lu Linglong couldn't help but think about her reaction after being hit, and slapped away the hand that was on Zhi Jinhua's shoulder. "Besides, that was all when I was a child. And I'm not the kind of person who cries after being hit."