The distance from Wudang to Zhongnan Mountain is not far, only about 600 miles in a straight line.

With Yang Gui's Qinggong, he could reach six hundred miles in one day and one night.

"Ha...ha...Lao Yang, Lao Yang, slow down."

Zhang Sanfeng followed Yang Gui all the way over the mountains and in a straight line to Zhongnan Mountain. Seeing that he finally slowed down, he dared to hold his legs and stay there for a while, huffing and puffing.

"Lao Zhang, please go back first. I have something to confirm."

Yang Gui's voice was very calm, even emotionless. This was the first time in a long time that Zhang Sanfeng had seen such a serious Yang Gui.

"Screw you uncle, let me go if you have something to do, don't you treat Master Dao as your brother?"

Zhang Sanfeng calmed down and stepped forward and slapped Yang Gui on the shoulder, "What's going on? We all assassinated the emperor together. Is there anything else that we can't handle together?"

"Who is Kublai Khan? Is he worthy of being compared with my father?" Yang Gui said contemptuously.

Zhang Sanfeng also changed his color, "Why, Senior Yang is in danger? Then what are you waiting for? Go to the rescue quickly!"

"He was number one in the world more than 20 years ago, how could he be in any danger?"

Yang Gui sat on the ground, his face uncertain under the moonlight.

Indeed, in the Three Treatises of Huashan at that time, although the five unique skills were ranked, Guo Jing, Zhou Botong, and Yang Guo, who had practiced the Nine Yin Manual and left and right fighting, were significantly better than Huang Yaoshi and Yideng Yichi. They can be divided into the upper three skills and the lower ones.

Two unique things.

But that was when Yang Guo was empty-handed. He wanted to swing the eighty kilograms of Daxuan Iron Sword, and none of the remaining four people was his opponent.

"Then what's going on with you?" Zhang Sanfeng simply sat down on the ground.

"My father may be dying." Yang Gui still tried to maintain the emotionless calmness when he said this, but his voice still trembled uncontrollably. This man, who possesses three great magical skills, is as powerful as the five great ones in the past.

It can be regarded as an impossible thing.

"What did you say?" Zhang Sanfeng stood up suddenly again, his expression changed suddenly, "With Senior Yang's profound skills, let alone one sixty, it would be easy to live two sixty, but... what disease did he suffer from?

?"

"The injury was caused by the poison." Yang Gui saw that Zhang Sanfeng was shocked again, and said leisurely: "Don't think about it, it is the injury of love, the poison of love. He should be considered dead now."

Yang Gui said, his mind already drifting back to that time, when he asked his father to beat him and coax the sacred eagle away, and the father and son secretly ate roasted pheasant under the waterfall.

"Dad, you said Uncle Eagle is at least over a hundred years old. Can a bird live for such a long time?"

"Save one of the chicken legs for me!"

Yang Guo couldn't grab his son with one hand, so he knocked Yang Gui to the ground with his sleeve, and grabbed the chicken legs, "What do you know, kid? Brother Diao is already magical. It's normal for him to live longer than ordinary birds, not to mention that he follows Senior Dugu."

I have practiced martial arts for many years, and profound martial arts can prolong your life."

"Ah~ Then you have to live to be two hundred years old. If my son can't practice martial arts well in the future, wouldn't he be dead and you would still be alive?" Yang Gui never thought that he couldn't do it because he had a problem, but his son

Not necessarily.

"You should take care of yourself first. You brat doesn't do very well in martial arts, so you should care about your son first."

Yang Guo blew his beard and stared, but he wasn't angry, he was burned by the roast chicken, "I don't know how to give your father a cool blow, you bastard!"

"Hey, Lao Yang, you are so unconscionable in what you say. You snatched my chicken drumsticks with your ecstasy palm. Do you blame me for not letting you cool down?" If he hadn't been beaten, Yang Gui would have fought with his father right now.
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"Your father is at least sixty years old and has a good life. If you have delicious food and you don't show it to me first, I won't be able to eat it if you don't eat it. You unfilial son." Yang Guo said and stuffed another chicken leg into his mouth.

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"No, you're not the best in the world in martial arts. How can you live to be sixty years old? Are you bragging?" Yang Gui was about to cry but had no tears. Fists are the last word. If you can't beat others, you can't eat chicken legs.

Yang Guo looked at his broken arm and said, "You know nothing. Back then, I had my arm cut off by that tiger bitch Guo Fu with a sword. In order to get stronger quickly and take revenge, I practiced swordplay in mountain torrents, and later practiced kung fu at the bottom of the sea, forcibly using nature.

The powerful force washes over the body, and after fighting against it, it has already suffered irreversible hidden injuries."

Yang Gui's eyes widened: "You still let me practice Dugu Qiubei's martial arts when there are such hidden dangers? I think you really want our old Yang family to be the last to succeed."

"Fart! There is nothing wrong with Senior Dugu's training method!"

Yang Guo scolded: "But his training method is indeed not the peaceful and upright Xuanmen orthodoxy. His internal strength is too domineering. If he has a good foundation, broad meridians, and a sound body, it will naturally have no effect. But I am missing an arm, and if I force it again

If you practice like this, your meridians will be secretly injured."

"No, just this one problem can prevent you from surviving to the age of sixty?" Yang Gui poked his father's only arm with his finger, "Look at which of the five greats has not been injured, but which one does not live to eighty or ninety?

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"Later, I was poisoned by the love flower. I couldn't be emotional, otherwise I would be in unbearable pain and die from the poison. But you also know, how could I not miss your mother?"

After Yang Guo had eaten, he lay on the grass and looked at the sky with a happy smile on his face: "The antidote for love flowers is gone. I relied on taking the raw material of the antidote, heartbroken grass, to force the poison out with violent force.

came out, but this caused damage and the poison was not completely removed."

"The meridians are damaged and the body is poisoned by emotions. If we follow our ancient tomb sect and keep one's heart and desires, it would not be fatal. But in those sixteen years, how could there be a moment when I didn't think about your mother? I turned my emotions into martial arts and created

Every time I use the Dark Ecstasy Palm, I feel a little more ecstatic, and the invasion of my body by the hidden injuries and toxins will naturally increase."

Yang Guo's eyes were so affectionate, as if he had returned to the past, "For sixteen years, how much martial arts can you withstand? With your body now, I can only live to be sixty years old at most. But it's worth it, no matter how long your life is,

It’s only been more than a hundred years. I have your mother and you, a rebellious son. What’s the big deal if I live forty years less?”

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Yang Gui sat on the ground and recounted the past to Zhang Sanfeng. The events of that year seemed to be still in front of his eyes. Yang Guo's sixty was far away, so why did he arrive so soon?

Although the relationship between him and Yang Guo has never been like that of father and son, and he never looked down on anyone's martial arts because of his relationship, but that was Yang Guo! That Xikuang who was invincible in the world and killed the enemy chief among thousands of armies! In Yang Gui's heart,

His father's figure is always so tall and insurmountable.

He simply could not imagine that his father, who was as powerful as a mountain in his mind, would actually die.

Zhang Sanfeng raised his hand, not knowing what to say, so he could only pat him on the shoulder again.

"The moment I suddenly thought of it, I thought I would rush directly into the ancient tomb regardless of risk, but when I got closer, I hesitated. I didn't dare to go in and watch my father die with my own eyes."
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Yang Gui's voice was extremely hoarse, "Old Zhang, I'm wondering if it would be better for me to just attend the funeral."

"How many years have you been out? Five or six years ago, right?" Zhang Sanfeng shook his head, "I can't even see your father for the last time. Doesn't it mean that the moment you leave home, you and your father are forever? You even

Not even a good goodbye?"

"Oh, you are right. Let me think about it again."

Yang Gui sat slumped on the ground and sat quietly all night.

When it was daylight, he stood up and said, "Old Zhang, will you go down with me?"

"Go, I also want to send Senior Yang off for the last time." Zhang Sanfeng's mood is relatively stable. Firstly, Yang Guo is not his father, and secondly, he has already experienced the death of his master. Although there is an inexplicable sadness, but basically

He can still maintain stability, but he is also afraid that something will happen to Yang Gui.

So the two of them jumped into the underground river together, swam up the waterway, and returned to the home where Yang Gui grew up.

Yang Gui didn't stop at all and ran at full speed. Zhang Sanfeng also followed Yang Gui's trajectory and quickly reached the main tomb chamber.

"Lao Yang, Lao Yang, dad!"

Yang Gui shouted.

"What are you shouting for? People are still here."

Yang Guo's voice came, and he stood with Xiao Longnu, who was obviously attracted by Yang Gui's voice. Yang Gui rushed over and hugged his parents.

"Dad, you..."

Yang Gui couldn't continue talking, his eye circles were already red.

Zhang Sanfeng also saluted, "Young man Zhang Sanfeng, I have met Senior Yang and Senior Long."

"Oh, you...are you Zhang Junbao, Master Jueyuan's disciple?" Yang Guo looked at Zhang Sanfeng, who looked familiar, "Master Jueyuan has always been kind?"

"It's just the boy. I'm thinking of you, my master. My master has been dead for many years." Zhang Sanfeng was affected by this scene, and his eyes were a little red when he thought of the day Jue Yuan passed away.

"It seems that our generation is really coming to an end." Yang Guo sighed, pinched Yang Gui's arm, and felt a strong inner force flowing. He was startled, and when he looked at Zhang Sanfeng, he also had a divine light in his eyes.

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"Hahaha, okay, good boy, you two are pretty good at it now." Yang Guo sighed with emotion, "Do you know how to come back to celebrate your father's birthday?"

"Dad..." Yang Gui was speechless, so he threw himself into his parents' arms and kept crying.

"You are so grown up, but you still act like a child."

Yang Guo hugged his son with his arms and could only pat his head with his sleeves, "Two generations and five talents, now I am the only one left. Brother Diao is also gone. I thought you would not live to be sixty years old, but I didn't expect it now."

I actually survived, and every extra day I lived was earned. This is a happy thing."

Zhang Sanfeng is a little jealous.

He never knew what it was like to cry in the arms of his parents, but now he knows.

But he is a very human being after all, and has no evil thoughts. He just feels that he has lost his parents and master. If he has children or disciples in the future, he must let them cry in his arms when they are hurt.

Let yourself be protected by them. As long as you return to yourself, nothing can harm them.
To be continued...