Chapter 87 Come to Become a Disciple

Wang Zhijin thought for a while, "Jia'er, let's go out and have a look. I think we've heard of it somewhere."

Cheng Yaojia was a little angry, so she grabbed a box of silver needles and put them away. She really wanted to use the needles to prick the future person into a hornet's nest.

After a while, he arrived at the outer courtyard. Wang Zhijin was no longer wearing Taoist robes, but was dressed like a wealthy man. The Dongling Taoist opposite was only five feet six inches (171 cm) tall. Judging from his age, he should be in his mid-twenties.

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The Taoist robe on his body is also plain, similar to what Wang Zhijin wore before.

"A lay disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, Wang Zhijin has met a Taoist friend."

"Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, the poor Taoist Dongling, I have met fellow Taoist Yun Zhongzi."

After the two parties exchanged greetings, Wang Zhijin began to inquire about the purpose of his visit, because he felt an inner force from Taoist Dongling. When this inner force first met Cheng Yaojia, Cheng Yaojia's own inner force was even weaker.

From a feeling point of view, the opponent seems to have started practicing martial arts at the age of eighteen. Does he challenge himself every time at this level? He can hit ten with one hand. It is estimated that Cheng Yaojia can also hit ten or eight.

"I don't know, fellow Taoist, why are you here?"

Dong Ling said, "Fellow Taoist martial arts has been spread throughout the martial arts world. I had a chance encounter and learned a sword technique that I think is rare in the world. I also asked fellow Taoist to give me some advice."

Wang Zhijin looked at Dong Ling: "You are no match for me. You should be learning swords halfway, right?"

"Before I became a monk, I was a Confucian scholar. As you know, I had no hope of taking the imperial examination in the north, so I switched to studying martial arts. It has been ten years since I was sixteen. Later, I had some adventures, and I have achieved some success in martial arts."

"Confucian scholar? That's right. There is an aura of Confucianism in you, which looks like Confucianism but not Taoism, and looks like Taoism but not Confucianism. I can feel the aura of Confucianism and Taoism from your body."

It’s strange to say that after Wang Zhijin learned the Chunyang Qi Training Technique, he gained the skill of looking at Qi. He was a little confused when he looked at the “anger”, “death energy”, “luck” and “blessing” in a person.

, General identification.

Some powerful people can see through someone at a glance. This is the magical power.

"Fellow Taoist is joking. I have given up writing for many years, so how can I still have a Confucian atmosphere? Friend Taoist, I came from the north just to learn swordsmanship with you. You won't deny me face, right?"

Cheng Yaojia, who was silent on the side, really wanted to say: "What face do you have!" But Wang Zhijin was here and she didn't dare to say it.

Wang Zhijin said calmly: "Let's do this, you can use your sword on me."

"Okay, please ask fellow Taoist to fetch the sword. I will spar with fellow Taoist,"

"No, just draw your sword."

Wang Zhijin has seen through Dong Ling's strength and doesn't even bother to take the sword.

Dong Ling frowned: "Fellow Taoist, are you looking down on me?"

Wang Zhijin said: "It's not true that I look down on you. I just feel that you are too weak to draw a sword. I don't need a sword to deal with you."

Dong Ling might have been aroused: "Humph, then, let me see the strength of the Sword Master in the Cloud."

As he spoke, he drew his sword and stabbed it with five sword skills, stabbing Wang Zhijin straight into the chest.

But at this time, Wang Zhijin suddenly took action. He clamped the sword firmly with his index and middle fingers. Confucian swordsmanship was not a fast sword. Wang Zhijin, who was used to fast swords, felt that his swordsmanship was slow because he did not have enough internal strength.

It had no offensive power, and with Wang Zhijin holding the blade, it was very difficult for Dong Ling to draw the sword.

"You, you, you actually took the sword with your bare hands!" Dong Ling was completely without the pride he had before. In the north, no one he challenged could beat him in swordsmanship. Of course, he was only near Mount Tai, where he was.

"How many years have you been practicing for your weak internal strength?" Wang Zhijin asked,

"Internal strength, you mean internal strength? I have been practicing it for more than five years."

"Your internal strength is too weak and your swordsmanship is slow. You can still win against second-rate masters, but you may not be able to win against first-rate masters. What swordsmanship did you use?"

"It's the Five Great Swords I created myself. Use your strongest sword to attack."

"Okay, try my strongest move, how about Daizong!" Dong Ling was still confident, thrust out his sword, and began to calculate Wang Zhijin's reaction, how about Daizong, just like a calculation formula, according to different reactions,

There are countless changes in sword moves, so the person being attacked can only welcome them.

Unexpectedly, Wang Zhijin didn't react at all. When the sword was about to pierce his chest, Wang Zhijin used an exquisite fingering move to deflect the blade.

Perhaps because of the huge force, Dongling Taoist did not hold the sword and flew out directly, and it broke into two parts.

Dong Ling's very confident trick was broken like this, and he was very frustrated. "I lost. I didn't survive even one trick,"

At this time, Wang Zhijin already remembered who this person was. When he heard the words "Five Doctor Swords" and "How about Daizong", he knew that this Dongling was Taoist Dongling, the founder of Taishan Sect.

Wang Zhijin said: "Go back and practice your internal skills. If you practice internal skills for twenty years and your sword skills are faster, your martial arts will surpass my elders, the Quanzhen Seven Sons. It's a pity that you weren't a martial arts master from the beginning."

People, it takes time to develop their internal skills well."

Taoist Dongling was a little passive, so he took his sword and left.

Wang Zhijin also went back with Cheng Yaojia, but in the afternoon, Dong Ling came again.

He knelt at the gate of the Cheng family with a incomplete book of swordsmanship that he had obtained in the Deaf and Mute Valley. The Cheng family members came forward and asked, and it turned out that he was here to become a disciple.

Wang Zhijin was practicing swordsmanship with Cheng Yaojia. Hearing what happened in Dongling, he immediately called Taoist Dongling in.

Wang Zhijin was a little angry and asked: "Fellow Taoist Dongling, what kind of trouble are you making?"

Dongling Taoist knelt down directly: "Fellow Taoist, no, senior, I am here to become a disciple."

"What senior? I'm younger than you, barely eighteen years old this year. Why do you want me to be your teacher?"

"Senior, of course. Masters are masters, and you are a sword master. It is not shameful for me to become a sword master." When he went back, Dong Ling thought for a whole afternoon and made up his mind to become a master of Wang Zhijin. He was also a sword master.

Ever since I learned swordsmanship, my love has not faded for a single day.

"No, you want to become a disciple. Have you ever thought that I would accept a disciple? I have no intention of accepting a disciple at the moment. You should go back and don't come back again." Wang Zhijin wanted to chase him away.

"Senior, I have become a disciple. This is my adventure from a place called Deaf-mute Valley. There is this magical swordsmanship in it, but it is no longer the original one. I wrote it myself. The original one is already broken.

.Please also ask senior to accept me as your disciple,"

Looking at the swordsmanship in front of him, Wang Zhijin didn't even bother to look at it. As long as he looked at it, it meant that he already knew the opponent's martial arts. Then it was my fault. After all, in this era, martial arts cannot be shown to others.
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