One person: Started at Wudang, got hit on the head by Lu Zu's sword.

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One person: Started at Wudang, got hit on the head by Lu Zu's sword.

Author: Nagi

Synopsis: [Legacy of Lu Zu + No female lead + Humorous and lighthearted + Invincible + Decisive in killing]

Lu Xuan transmigrates to the world of Under One Person, and his opening line is: Why did a sword fall from the mountain and hit me on the head?

I traveled to Wudang Mountain and started by obtaining Lu Zu's sword.

One can attain Qi in a single thought, and achieve profound understanding in half a day; such talent is unparalleled.

He joined Wudang, but did not learn the Eight Extraordinary Skills or seek magic. He only cultivated his nature, life, and Dao heart, and ascended to immortality.

“Master, Wudang has its own Pure Yang Dao, why should we learn that Feng Hou Qi Men technique!”

"With me here, Wudang will surely prosper!"

"I don't need to become the best, I will surpass the best and ascend to immortality."

Chapter 1: About being knocked unconscious by a sword at the start!

[The beginning is just a transition; I won't write from the perspective of an infant. It's too awkward for an adult to pretend to be a child; I can't write that.]

Wudang Mountain, the summit.

With his short arms and legs, Lu Xuan squatted on the mountaintop, gazing at the setting sun and feeling only the chill of the wind.

Don't get me wrong, he once had the height and looks of the readers.

Good news: I've time-traveled, and I'm even wearing a body!

Bad news: How did I turn into a child?

This is not a rhetorical device.

Looking at the small puddle in front of me, the face reflected there looked exactly like a photo of myself as a child.

Whose good family member time-traveled and ended up as a child?

Is this karma from driving a 100-ton truck in my past life?

That's right, in his previous life, Lu Xuan was a typical college student.

After graduation, he resolutely chose to drive a truck over a monthly salary of 3,000 yuan and freight charges of 50,000 yuan.

His boss told him that he could just keep running the machine in the middle of the night and leave the rest to the finance department.

Lu Xuan nodded, deeply agreeing.

As a result, someone drove onto the national highway in the middle of the night to scare away large trucks...

Lu Xuan: "..."

Fortunately, Lu Xuan is an experienced driver and easily navigated the speed bumps.

Then a gas-powered vehicle with signs for "poison," "explosive," and "flammable" on its left forcibly overtook it.

Lu Xuan: "???"

Before anyone could react, a civilian hydrogen fuel cell vehicle drove against traffic and came right up to their face.

Lu Xuan: "???"

No... do you really have to send me away?

And then, Lu Xuan came here...

This place looks familiar, doesn't it?

Lu Xuan snapped out of his reverie and looked at the golden palace that shone brightly on the mountaintop under the setting sun.

Why does this place feel so much like Wudang Mountain?

"Whose child are you? What are you doing here all alone?"

A gentle voice interrupted Lu Xuan's thoughts.

Turning around, I saw a Taoist priest with a dignified face, who now looked amiable, appear behind me.

Master Yunlong looked at the exquisitely beautiful little boy in front of him, and his voice softened.

He quickly took off his coat and covered Lu Xuan, who was cosplaying as Adam.

Yes! That's why Lu Xuan felt the chill of the wind...

He transmigrated and found himself without clothes. Damn author, don't you ever consider censorship?

"Won't my parents have abandoned me?"

Master Yunlong was still very young at the time, and when he saw Lu Xuan, who didn't even have a set of clothes, some bad thoughts came to mind.

After all, even if a child is accidentally lost, it's unheard of for them to be left without even clothes.

And such a young child...

"I'll take you to the police station at the foot of the mountain!"

"Hello, Chief Taoist!"

Lu Xuan was about to fully utilize his wisdom as a transmigrator when he discovered that his voice was becoming indistinct, and all he could hear was the indistinct babbling of an infant.

Lu Xuan: "..."

Oh no! I've been thinking about it internally the whole time, but I haven't said anything yet.

I've just realized I can't even speak properly. How old is this body of mine?

"Alas! Poor child."

Master Yunlong sighed and picked up Lu Xuan.

Suddenly, a sword rang in my ears.

"Has an extraordinary person entered Wudang?"

Master Yunlong subconsciously turned around and made a move.

Yin and Yang, together they form Tai Chi.

There are no sword masters on Wudang Mountain in this generation; only outsiders can produce this sword-like sound.

However, Master Yunlong was confident that even if he had to hold a child in one arm, he could fight with one hand.

His Tai Chi remains unparalleled in the world.

Even if a sword cultivator launches a surprise attack on Wudang, they can easily stop it with their Tai Chi.

Ultimately, sword energy is nothing more than a kind of force!

The next moment, Master Yunlong realized that his worries were unnecessary.

Moreover, he couldn't stop this sword.

The sound of that sword echoed throughout the entire Wudang Mountain.

Following the sound of the sword's cry, we looked in that direction.

The sword light shone like a pillar of heaven, piercing through the gradually blurring night.

The sword's cry had not yet faded; instead, it caused all the swords of the Wudang sect to cry out in unison.

In an instant, the entire Wudang Mountain was enveloped in the sound of swords clashing.

The sword light pierced the twilight, its sound shaking the heavens, drawing countless disciples out to investigate.

When they saw the direction from which the sword light rose like a pillar, they were just as shocked as Daoist Yunlong.

That's the direction of Wudang Mountain and Nanyan Palace.

A single sword cry resounded across the land, drawing forth a chorus of ten thousand swords.

Even these highly skilled individuals couldn't control the sword in their hands.

The only thing capable of achieving this is the sword that Lü Zu Chunyangzi left behind on Wudang Mountain.

This sword has been lying dormant on Wudang Mountain for hundreds of years, like rotten wood.

Over the years, countless sword cultivators and practitioners have come to Wudang Mountain to pay homage, but this sword has not been moved an inch.

Why are we suddenly being alerted?

Just as the Wudang disciples were filled with surprise and doubt, Zhou Meng's figure appeared out of thin air in the front hall.

Seeing Lü Zu's sword suddenly move, even he was surprised and uncertain.

Suddenly the sword light vanished, and all the swords went dark.

An ordinary-looking sword flew through the air.

"Huh? Lü Zu's sword flew away?"

"Is that the direction of the solitary peak?"

"Is Junior Brother Yunlong somewhere?"

Should we go after them?

Zhou Meng didn't know what had happened either, so he raised his hand to signal.

"Calm down, guard the back mountain and all the key roads, I'll go take a look first."

Zhou Meng was also somewhat excited.

Now, only the older generation of Wudang is left to carry the torch, and the younger generation only has Yunlong, so there is a shortage of successors.

Lu Zu's sword moved at this moment, which was a fortunate thing for Wudang!

Could it be that Yunlong, that blockhead, has shown talent at such a young age?

Zhou Meng's figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.

Master Yunlong looked at Wudang Mountain, which had suddenly fallen silent.

Suddenly, a flying sword pierced the night and flew straight toward him, leaving him stunned on the spot.

He sees this sword every day, how could he not recognize it?