At this time, a group of heroes gathered in the Wudang Sanqing Hall. Master Miejie asked about Wudang Master Zhang's situation. However, a Taoist boy dressed as a disciple of Wudang's handyman stepped forward and interrupted Master Miejie's words. All the heroes looked at him in astonishment.
Master Miejie was even more furious. She shouted at the Taoist boy with a cold look in her eyes, "You disciple is so rude. When the elders are talking, why do you have the right to interrupt?"
If things went as usual, Master Jiejie would have taught him a lesson directly at this time.
However, this place is the Wudang Sanqing Palace after all. With Master Zhang in front of him, it is difficult for Master Miejie to take action directly.
But his words were full of fierce intimidation, and his voice contained a bit of the power of divine will, turning it into an impact and intimidation aimed at the dirty-faced Taoist boy.
Many of the disciples present who were still inexperienced in martial arts became frightened and turned pale when they heard Master Jue's slap in the face. The Taoist boy who was the first to bear the brunt of the attack must have endured a stronger impact.
However, Zhang Sanfeng took a step forward and stood calmly on the spot. He didn't show any signs of gesture. However, he lifted his chest and sighed softly, and Feng Qingyun diluted the sonic impact of Miejie Shitai.
The crowd only saw Zhang Sanfeng take a step forward and sighed, as if he was dissatisfied with Master Miejie's shouting at the Wudang disciples. Other than that, they didn't seem to have any other meaning, but anyone with a sharp eye knew that this old master was ordinary.
Easily neutralized Master Miejie's deliberate sound attack.
Miejie frowned and felt awe-inspiring in his heart, but he was stubborn and stubborn. He still looked at Zhang Sanfeng coldly and said, "Is it true that Master Zhang is so partial to such a rude disciple?"
"Master, please be patient and don't be impatient."
Zhang Sanfeng said calmly without joy or sorrow. He looked at the indignant young man who seemed to be arguing with Master Miejie. Although he had a gray face, he had thick eyebrows and big eyes. His strong body was as straight as a gun barrel with broad shoulders and long legs.
There is also a melancholic temperament of a book scholar, and he looks quite like the same person.
And looking at the pair of tiger eyes under his broad forehead, they are filled with awe-inspiring aura. The powerful Qi hidden in his body is extraordinary. It is obvious that his internal strength has reached its peak. He actually has the peak of Gang Qi.
His cultivation is really commendable at his age. He couldn't help but feel some good feelings and doubts in his heart, so he asked in a gentle manner.
"The old man is old and feeble. Have you never thought that there is a good boy like you hidden in the deep stream like a jade under the wall of Wudang Gate?"
He only said that the Taoist boy in front of him was a disciple of some sect pretending to be a disciple of Wudang, but he was so fashionable and could not see any malice, so his words were quite modest and polite.
There were only a few people in the scene who could tell at a glance that it was not easy for the Taoist boy to work. Although Master Miejie was also a famous figure in the world, his strength had never reached the level of a heavenly being because of his obsession, so he didn't even notice the Taoist boy's clues.
At this time, after hearing this, the dignified Master Zhang actually pretended to be confused, which made him even more angry.
However, behind Master Miejie, a beautiful young girl wearing a green dress, who was as beautiful as orchids, gentle and gentle, suddenly covered her mouth in surprise, with a slightly stunned look on her face as she focused on the dusty-faced young man, her beautiful eyes suddenly filled with confusion.
A look of surprise and worry appeared.
No one noticed the change in expression at this moment. Only Song Qingshu, the only son of Wudang Song Yuanqiao behind him, could not help but look surprised and hostile. He finally turned away from the gaze that had been staring at the girl from beginning to end and turned to the dirty-faced Taoist man.
child.
At this time, facing everyone's focused attention, the dusty Taoist boy was not afraid at all, but he was extremely rude to Master Jue, but he was extremely respectful to Zhang Sanfeng. He took a few steps and faced
Zhang Sanfeng clasped his fists and said with great sincerity, "Master, my child has heard his father and mother talk about your character and chivalrous heart many times in his early years. Both parents know that you are the only high-ranking person in the world today who does not seek fame, wealth or wealth. How could you age?
fatuous?
To say that they are old and feeble, they are the thieves, nuns, and others who are just trying to gain fame."
When he said this, the whole room was shocked. Zhang Sanfeng was also horrified and moved. He felt that although the child in front of him was very close to him, he lacked discipline and lack of etiquette. If he said this to him, it would be nothing and he would not care about it, but
Now is the time to tell Master Miejie that he has a bad heart.
Master Miejie was furious and shouted, his eyes were sharp, he raised his palm to prepare for a distant blow.
"presumptuous!!"
At this moment, Song Qingshu's figure emerged from behind Song Yuanqiao, and he shouted angrily at the Taoist boy. He secretly thought that he should seize the opportunity to show off, and the sword on his waist slipped out of the sheath silently.
Sliding out, like a poisonous snake slithering out of its hidden hole.
At the same time as the sword was unsheathed, Song Qingshu's figure turned into a ghost like blue smoke and swept towards the Taoist. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of him. The sword light was flat on the ground, virtual and real, covering the Taoist.
Chest vitals!
The light of this sword is very close, and the needle is hidden in the cotton. Although it is also a Wudang swordsmanship, it is less righteous and more sinister and ruthless. The sword pushes people, which clearly shows that Song Qingshu's character is a bit extreme and ruthless at this time.
There were many people present who could clearly see Song Qingshu's move, angle, and even stop him in such a short period of time. However, no one tried to stop him. They all wanted to use Song Qingshu's hand to test the Taoist boy.
Master Miejie took this opportunity to get off the donkey along the slope, and the palms of his hands relaxed slightly. However, Zhang Sanfeng knew that Song Qingshu could not hurt the Taoist boy at all. On the contrary, he had to be on guard and stop the two of them at all times to prevent anyone from getting hurt.
Just when everyone was sitting on the sidelines watching, the Taoist boy snorted coldly, stepped forward, his tiger eyes shot out sharply, his face became extremely cold, and his whole body exuded an intimidating and powerful aura, and he stabbed Song Qingshu with one punch.
The sword struck away, washing away the inconspicuous state of being huddled in the corner.
"court death!"
Song Qingshu snorted coldly, the sword trembled, and with one sword it turned into two swords. The two swords separated into four sword shadows, turned into sword light and circled around heavily, stabbing the Taoist boy between the eyebrows, the left and right shoulder blades and the lower abdomen.
The four key points such as Qi Hai and others are Wudang's finger-circling sword technique.
Being able to develop his own style of finger-twirling swordsmanship so swiftly and fiercely, Song Qingshu is considered extremely outstanding despite his young age.
However, all the people from all walks of life who saw this scene were ruthless in heart. Wudang Song Yuanqiao and other elders also had their faces darkened, and they all made plans to save people.
"How dare you stop me?"
The Taoist boy gave a loud shout, and the right fist he punched first was pulled back, and his left fist took advantage of the momentum to strike upwards. The veins in his arms jumped with both fists, and his skin turned into a pale gold color. His fists turned into four fists, and they suddenly faced Song Qingshu's four swords.
Light.
"ah!"
Zhou Zhiruo and other timid female disciples were so frightened that they couldn't help but exclaimed, knowing that they would see the bloody scene of severed hands next.
The Wudang heroes, who were preparing to rescue him, all stared at him, realizing that the Taoist boy actually possesses extremely powerful horizontal martial arts.
It was such a moment of hesitation.
There were several sonorous explosions.
The sword light was shattered by the powerful iron fist of Tong Kongwu in the eyes of shocked eyes. Song Qingshu staggered away in disbelief and almost sat down on the ground.
The Taoist boy snorted coldly and did not pursue Song Qingshu. He stood up suddenly, the pale golden color on his face flashed away, and said coldly in front of everyone, "Song Qingshu, you are the son of Song Yuanqiao, the hero of Song Dynasty, whom my father admired. You suddenly faced me this time."
I will take action and I won’t embarrass you, but I won’t do it again.”
Everyone present was startled when they heard this, and the Wudang heroes looked confused and marveled. They didn't know whose son this sturdy young man was. It seemed that his father had a close relationship with Wudang.
"Damn it! Who wants you to give in!"
Song Qingshu drank in a low voice, his face twisted and ugly into the color of pig liver, his teeth crunched loudly, he felt that he was so embarrassed in front of the woman he admired, his sister Zhiruo, and he felt ashamed.
Many female disciples of the Emei lineage were surprised and secretly looked at the Taoist boy who could defeat Song Qingshu. After taking a closer look, they realized that this Taoist boy looked dirty and dirty, but in fact he also had facial features and was extremely handsome.
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Zhou Zhiruo was secretly relieved and happy. A few months ago, when she went down the mountain with her sisters to eliminate evil, she was rescued by this man pretending to be a Taoist boy.
At that time, she was alone and thought that she was about to be taken advantage of by the gangsters. If the boy hadn't taken action, she would have been in trouble. The other party had treated her injuries that night, but when she woke up the next morning, she had disappeared.
But Zhou Zhiruo always remembered this mighty young man, and never thought that we would see him again today in Wudang Sanqing Hall. Just looking at his appearance, he seemed to have forgotten her, which made her feel sad and complicated.
Not to mention the tactful emotions in his daughter's mind, at this time Zhang Sanfeng and other Wudang people had already begun to ask Tao Tong about his roots and who his father was.
At this time, some Wudang players in the hall suddenly thought of one person. Compared with Tao Tong's dusty face, and then thinking of the name this person had called Zhang Sanfeng before, they couldn't help but exclaimed "Zhang Wuji!?"
The Taoist boy glanced at the few players who whispered his name, with a hint of doubt in his eyes. Then he generously and respectfully said to Zhang Sanfeng and others who had also heard his name, "Master! My father is your former father."
My favorite fifth disciple is Zhang Cuishan! And I am his son Zhang Wuji!"
Wow!
As soon as this statement came out, the whole hall was in an uproar.
Even though Zhang Sanfeng had extraordinary concentration, he couldn't help but swayed. He stared at the Taoist boy in front of him in shock, surprise and confusion, looking up and down, and asked curiously, "You are my Wuji child from Cuishan? I have heard strange things in recent years.
People mentioned that you and your father were living on an overseas island, but I didn’t expect you to actually..."
Overjoyed, Zhang Sanfeng paused for a moment, looked at you again, and suddenly smiled and said, "You should not be over eight years old this year, but you have reached the pinnacle of martial arts training. No wonder you look older, more dignified, and taller than children of the same age."
, Taishifu almost doesn’t recognize you.”
"It turns out that he is the son of Zhang Cuishan and Zhang Wuxia? His name is Zhang Wuji!"
Zhou Zhiruo secretly looked at the tall and handsome young man in the field, and kept chanting the name "Zhang Wuji" in her heart. The girl's heart didn't know what it meant to love and what it meant not to love. She only knew that at this moment, her mind was full of the time when the other man saved her in the ruined temple.
A scene of healing for her.
Master Miejie's scolding woke Zhou Zhiruo up.
Zhou Zhiruo looked at Master Jue with a panicked look. She saw the master she respected, feared and loved. At this moment, she sternly shouted at Zhang Wuji and Zhang Sanfeng, "I didn't expect you to be the one who abandoned Wudang and left with Yin Susu, the daughter of the demon sect's demon man."
Son of Zhang Cuishan, if the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, no wonder you are so domineering!
Your father named you Wuji, but told you that from now on you will be able to walk around the world without any inhibitions?"
These stern shouts and questions immediately diluted the joy of everyone in Wudang to see Zhang Cuishan's son. Zhang Sanfeng, a man of such cultivation, was made to look down at the merciless scolding of Master Miejie.
Zhang Wuji let out a roar like thunder, and Peiran's power shook the entire Sanqing Palace.
The faces of many disciples from each sect turned pale, and the heads of each sect and other representatives stared at Zhang Wuji with such a powerful expression in amazement.
"Thief!"
Zhang Wuji raised his sword eyebrows and pointed at Master Miejie and yelled angrily, "By taking the Dharma name of Miejue, do you mean to exterminate humanity and not do human things? You keep saying that I am rude, but have you ever been polite to your elder, my Taishifu?"
?”
Master Miejie was so furious that he clenched his palms and glared at Zhang Wuji with a stern look in his eyes, "You!"
Zhang Wuji shouted fearlessly, "Look at your fierce and violent appearance, how can you still have the slightest trace of a monk's demeanor? My father and mother were in love at first, but they were forced to stay away by you, a widowed thief and nun.
In a foreign land, I think about how heroic the heroine Guo Xiang was back then, and how she could have a descendant like you who is so inhumane and doesn't allow people to be happy. Do you feel guilty because she was so devoted to hero Yang Guo?
"Asshole!!"
Master Miejie shouted angrily, and suddenly his body flashed out with lightning, and he swung his palm and five fingers tightly at Zhang Wuji.
boom!!!
This palm was launched with a lifetime of skill, and it was as powerful as a thunderbolt. As soon as the palm was launched, the powerful energy was already so strong that it took one's breath away.
Everyone present was shocked.
Zhang Wuji yelled angrily and wanted to reveal his trump card. He did not hesitate to use the earth-shattering martial arts skills taught by his master Heifeng Village Master at the black slaughter meeting to beat the thieves and nuns violently.
A figure like a floating cloud in the breeze suddenly flashed out, gently waved his sleeves, stepped up to embrace the bird's tail, and waved his swollen sleeves with his palm.
There was no sound of collision.
Zhang Sanfeng appeared in front of Zhang Wuji, and the old but tall figure Feng Qingyun calmed down Master Miejie's angry palm!
Everyone present felt a breeze blowing against their faces. Just now, Zhang Sanfeng seemed to take a step lightly, waved his sleeves, and his extremely slow posture was like taking a leisurely stroll. Anyone can do it, but it seems like anyone can do it.
Neither can be done.
"Master, you..."
Zhang Wuji looked at the tall and protective figure of Zhang Sanfeng in front of him. He was about to say that the child does not need your protection now. The child has the ability to protect himself, but at this moment, a beast-like roar came from the side.
"Zhang Wuji! It turns out you are such a scoundrel! You are the shame of my Wudang!"
With a flash of sword light, Song Qingshu rushed out diagonally again, with a ferocious face, holding up several sword flowers, and sneakily attacked Zhang Wuji from behind.
Such a shocking scene shocked many people nearby. Song Yuanqiao and other Wudang heroes stared and shouted in anger.
Zhou Zhiruo, who had been staring at Zhang Wuji, was even more shocked and exclaimed, "Be careful!"
Zhang Wuji didn't even look at it, the muscles and bones all over his body exploded, his hands were like ape arms, big and long, the muscles in his palms trembled violently, and he punched the ground.
"Dang!" sound!
The long sword in Song Qingshu's hand buzzed and bent, and he suddenly took off his hand and hit his chest. A mouthful of blood popped out. He stumbled back, fell into the crowd, and knocked over a bunch of tea cups.
The hall suddenly fell silent.
Zhang Wuji coldly snorted Zhuoli, his eyes were shining brightly, his body was strong and powerful, his angry eyes were wide open and he had the aura of a master. He didn't even look at Song Qing's calligraphy, "Just call me to Uncle Song just now."
Nephew Wuji, Song Qingshu is the only one who has this second chance for you to let me keep your hand!"
"furious!"
Master Jiejie shouted violently, looking at Zhang Sanfeng with great fear and snorted, "It turns out that Master Zhang is protecting his disciples like this. No wonder Zhang Wuxia, one of the seven heroes of Wudang in the past, had an affair with a witch. This is the result of your neglect of discipline, Master Zhang."
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As soon as he finished speaking, no matter what Zhang Sanfeng's face was, Master Jue suddenly turned around and slapped Zhou Zhiruo in the face with a backhand, which was caught off guard.
The disciples around him were all shocked when they heard this slap.
Zhou Zhiruo was even more dazed by the whipping, with tears welling up in her eyes.
Master Miejie's face was covered with frost and he yelled angrily, "Why did you just remind this evil witch to be careful? Could it be that you also want to imitate some Wudang disciples who don't know how to behave and have no concept of good and evil?"
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