Chapter 80 Impersonating Lin Fan
Zhang Wuji heard this and didn't refuse. Now that Shaolin has been destroyed and he still doesn't know what is happening in Wudang, he is naturally worried.
He immediately nodded and said: "In this case, Wuji will take the first step and wait for Brother Lin at Wudang."
"Grandpa, Uncle Yang, King Bat, and Wuji go first." Zhang Wuji said to several people.
"Wuji, if you encounter a Tatar army, don't be impulsive. You must wait for us to arrive."
The White-browed Eagle King quickly explained.
"Grandpa, don't worry, Wuji knows." Zhang Wuji said.
"Brother Wuji, you have to be careful."
Yang Buhui said with concern.
Zhang Wuji nodded and left.
With the nine-yang magical power to protect the body, even if he is on the road without sleep, he can still last for seven or eight days.
And here, it is only three days' journey from Wudang at most.
If he travels with all his strength, he can arrive there in less than two days.
Then, Zhang Wuji drove non-stop day and night, and the three-day journey was shortened by nearly half.
By the time we reached the foot of Wudang Mountain, the horse was already foaming at the mouth from exhaustion.
Zhang Wuji jumped off his horse and took a look at Wudang Mountain. He found nothing unusual and couldn't help but feel relieved.
Then he untied the reins, patted the horse's mane, and strode towards the mountain.
When Zhang Wuji reached the halfway point of the mountain, he suddenly saw a man running quickly in front of him. He was a monk with a bald head and long sleeves. He was very good at the lightness of his feet.
"Shaolin Master."
"Could he be a Shaolin monk who escaped from the Tatars?" Zhang Wuji's heart moved.
Use the Nine Yang Magic Power and follow from afar.
Next, it’s like the original work.
Zhang Wuji went to Wudang Mountain, disguised as Wudang Trail, Tong Qingfeng.
After that, Zhang Wuji took Yu Daiyan to see Zhang Sanfeng.
Then, Monk Kongxiang successfully attacked Zhang Sanfeng, causing Zhang Sanfeng to be seriously injured.
Of course, the monk didn't catch it either. He was slapped by Zhang Sanfeng, which smashed his skull into pieces and killed him on the spot.
At this moment, the Wudang disciples hurriedly came to report: "Report to Uncle Third Master that the demon sect's brigade arrived outside the official house and wanted to see the Grandmaster. They uttered obscene words and said they would crush the Wudang Sect."
"shut up!"
Yu Daiyan immediately scolded him.
He was afraid that his master would be distracted and get injured.
Zhang Sanfeng sighed: "This is the fate of my Wudang, Dai Yan. I have been in prison for eighteen months as my teacher. I have understood the essence of martial arts, a set of Tai Chi, and a set of Tai Chi sword. I will pass it on to you now."
"Master."
Yu Daiyan was stunned, thinking that he had been disabled for a long time, how could he learn any boxing or swordsmanship?
At this time, there is a powerful enemy coming, so where is the time to practice martial arts?
However, when he saw Master Zhang Sanfeng's face pale and his breath disordered, Yu Daiyan suddenly had a bad thought in his heart.
Yu Daiyan's eyes suddenly turned red, and he said loudly: Master, you don't need to teach your disciples any martial arts, at worst we will fight that demon sect."
Zhang Sanfeng smiled lightly and said: "Dai Yan, don't be angry. You must remember that you must pass on this set of kung fu. Even if my Wudang sect is wiped out today, as long as this set of kung fu is passed on to future generations, the name of my Wudang sect will surely be remembered."
For eternity."
After all, Zhang Sanfeng didn't say anything else.
Stand up slowly, put your hands down, with the backs of your hands facing outwards, your fingers slightly stretched, and your feet separated and parallel.
Then, slowly lift both arms to the chest, half-circle the left arm, palm and face to form a yin palm, turn the right palm over to form a yang palm, and say: "This is the starting position of Tai Chi..."
Then, Zhang Sanfeng practiced each move one by one.
Hold the bird's tail.
Single whip.
Hand gesture.
The white crane spreads its wings.
After reading it over, Zhang Sanfeng wanted to ask his disciple how much he remembered.
At this moment, from the Sanqing Hall in front, an old and long voice came from a distance: "Old Master Zhang Sanfeng, since he can't get out, let's kill his disciples and grandsons first."
Another rough voice said: "Okay! First make a fire and burn down the Taoist temple."
Another sharp voice said: "Burning the old Taoist to death will give him an advantage. Let's capture him and tie him to various sects and parade him in public, so that everyone can see how this martial arts master looks like he is old and not dead, haha.
Ha ha."
This place is about two miles away from Sanqing Hall.
But the other party's voice can be clearly transmitted here, which shows that his inner strength is powerful and deep.
Yu Daiyan was furious when he heard this and started to curse.
Zhang Sanfeng sighed: "Dai Yan, the timing is not right. The most important thing is to preserve my Wudang heritage. Remember, remember."
After that, Zhang Sanfeng said again: "Let's go to the front and meet these demon sect masters for a while."
Go forward first.
Although he was seriously injured, he was still able to move like a dragon and a tiger, and his demeanor as a master was clearly displayed.
Zhang Wuji watched from the side and felt admiration in his heart. Is this his great master? Sure enough, he is full of masterly demeanor!
Zhang Wuji was behind, holding Yu Daiyan, and thought to himself: "It must be a Tatar pretending to be a member of our Ming Cult, but I don't know how many Tatars are here at this time."
Wait until you reach Sanqing Hall.
However, they saw a large group of people standing in the Sanqing Hall, about three to four hundred people.
These people had just uttered obscene words and insulted Zhang Sanfeng.
However, when they saw Zhang Sanfeng in person, everyone suddenly became silent like a shrunken turtle, focusing on Zhang Sanfeng, with fear flashing in their eyes.
After all, Zhang Sanfeng's famous name was a powerful one in the martial arts world for an era. Facing such a figure, it would be impossible not to feel embarrassed.
Zhang Sanfeng showed up.
Suddenly, the Sanqing Hall became silent, and you could hear a needle drop.
Zhang Wuji raised his eyes to look at this group of people, and saw that about half of them were wearing the clothes of Ming Cult members, and there were also some other leaders, each wearing different clothes.
At this moment, someone outside the door shouted: "The leader is here!"
When everyone in the Sanqing Hall heard this, they quickly moved aside respectfully.
The dozen or so people at the head rushed out of the palace to greet him, and the others quickly followed behind.
Just a moment.
The originally crowded Sanqing Palace was completely empty except for Zhang Sanfeng and his party.
then.
The footsteps of more than ten people sounded.
Zhang Wuji quickly looked around and saw a young master, surrounded by heroes.
When Zhang Wuji saw the young man's face clearly, he suddenly showed surprise: "So it's her?"
That day, when they were teaching a group of people, they encountered Tatars bullying Han women on the way. The leader Lin Fan was furious and massacred a group of Tatar soldiers.
It was that day that I met this person and her eight mighty subordinates.
Later, halfway through, I wanted to invite Lin Fan, but Lin Fan refused.
Moreover, Zhang Wuji also learned from Lin Fan that this person turned out to be a woman.
Seeing the support from the heroes now, Zhang Wuji was shocked and asked: "Is it her who is behind this? What is her identity?"
Just when Zhang Wuji's thoughts were racing, Zhao Min walked to the center of Sanqing Hall.
She closed the folding fan in her hand, looked at Zhang Sanfeng, bowed slightly and said: "Lin Fan, the late Ming Cult leader, has met Zhang Zhenren."
(End of chapter)
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