On this day, the Mid-Autumn Festival, only Zhang Sanfeng, the Six Wudang Brothers, Song Qingshu, and Zhang Wuji were having a family dinner.

Before his buttocks got hot from sitting, Zhang Wuji suddenly fell ill, and his face suddenly glowed with green energy, which was very scary. Song Qingshu, who was sitting next to him, felt the bone-chilling cold.

Zhang Sanfeng and others quickly put down the dishes and chopsticks, and carried him into the room to channel their internal energy. Half an hour later, Zhang Sanfeng walked out, his expression still very calm, but Song Qingshu could see that he was thoughtful.

Song Qingshu's principle was to keep a respectful distance from this ancestor. He always felt that this ancestor could see through him at a glance, and at first he was very cautious when facing him.

"Tomorrow I will take Wuji with me to Shaoshi Mountain."

"ah?"

Yin Liting was shocked when he heard this. Song Yuanqiao, Mo Shenggu and others remained silent. They must have known this day would come.

"Master Yuzun deigned to go to Shaoshi Mountain in order to obtain the Nine Suns Manual. But from now on, the Wudang Sect will never be able to raise its head again after seeing Shaolin." Everyone understood clearly in their hearts, but no one

Speak out against it.

It is true to say that the Seven Heroes of Wudang are brothers and sisters. Although Zhang Cuishan is no longer alive, he has left his bones and blood after all. It is a pity that Zhang Wuji is under the Xuan Ming Divine Palm. Even if there is a panacea and everyone's internal energy to protect him, it is extremely difficult for him to live to the end of his life.

year.

"I just took Wuji's pulse, but the cold poison passed through three Dantians and went to the meridians all over the body."

As Zhang Wuji grew up day by day, the cold poison gradually spread from the three Dantian areas to his whole body. This cold poison infiltrated his internal energy and was endless and difficult to eradicate.

If Zhang Wuji were asked to stop practicing martial arts from now on, regardless of whether he agreed or not, if he didn't have a little bit of inner strength from his own Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu to protect his heart, I'm afraid he would die in an instant.

Yu Daiyan was sitting on a bamboo chair, with tears streaming down his face. Two years ago, his fifth brother and his wife died due to the excitement caused by his temporary lapse in behavior. When he woke up from a coma and heard the news, he passed out in anger.

He cried continuously and shed tears, not thinking about food or food for half a month, and thinking about the futility of grief, he transferred all his energy to the child Zhang Wuji.

If he could still learn martial arts, he would naturally teach him all his money, even if he lost his life, he would be saved. Unfortunately, now, he can only slump on the bamboo chair and cry out helplessly.

Originally, Emei also had a copy of the Nine Yang Manual. However, the Master Miejie in charge now had a weird temperament. Yin Liting sent three letters in a row, but she did not open them and asked someone to send them back.

"As a teacher, we don't need to raise a large army this time when we go down the mountain. Just me and Wuji, one old and one young." Zhang Sanfeng said and looked at Song Yuanqiao again.

"I count the time and I haven't gone down the mountain for more than 20 years. Now I am going to visit an old friend."

Everyone's expressions changed, it was time for Zhang Sanfeng to move, otherwise the martial arts world might have forgotten this martial arts legend.

"Yuanqiao, you have been in charge of the sect for nearly ten years, and you are very useful. Now the name of the leader no longer needs to be carried by my son." Zhang Sanfeng said with a kind face.

Song Yuanqiao felt a chill in his heart. He felt that what Zhang Sanfeng said was extremely strange, as if he was explaining the funeral arrangements.

"Master!"

He was about to kneel down, but was supported by Zhang Sanfeng.

"That's all, let's continue eating and drinking."

Everyone heard the weirdness in Zhang Sanfeng's words, and remembered Zhang Wuji's incident. They still had no appetite, so after drinking a few glasses of stuffy wine, they dispersed hastily.

Song Qingshu followed Yin Liting and was about to walk out the door when he heard a soft cry behind him.

"Qingshu, you stay."

Song Qingshu didn't want to face this ancestor alone, so he pretended not to hear, lowered his head and continued to move forward, but bumped into someone.

After receiving a solid slap on the head, Song Yuanqiao scolded, "Master Taifu called you!"

Song Qingshu said "Oh", turned around and returned to the hall, sat on the futon properly, and asked respectfully: "Master."

Zhang Sanfeng gave him a funny look and asked slowly, "Qingshu, you seem to be very afraid of me?"

Song Qingshu looked calm and said, "What are you talking about, Grand Master? Who in Wudang doesn't know that Grand Master is kind and loving, and he treats the younger generation very well. Qingshu wants to get close to Grand Master, but he can't even get close to him. How can he be afraid?"

Zhang Sanfeng laughed, then walked up to him, patted his shoulder and said, "Everyone else in Wudang hopes to come to me to serve tea, but you are the only one who avoids me."

Song Qingshu was about to explain, but he was the first to say: "Okay, Grand Master, no matter what you think, you just need to remember that as long as you are a disciple of Wudang, you are my disciple, Zhang Sanfeng."

As he spoke, he said sadly, "I, Zhang Sanfeng, will only have the two of you as my disciples in this life. Unfortunately, Wuji's child's life is too short..."

Song Qingshu pretended to be dumbfounded and said, "Master, what kind of injury did Wuji suffer that even you can't cure?"

"Alas..." Zhang Sanfeng sighed quietly and looked up out of the window, "If nothing unexpected happens, it should be the Xuanming Divine Palm."

"Xuanming Divine Palm?"

"Yes. Among the most extreme palm techniques in the world today, the Xuanming Divine Palm is the number one." Zhang Sanfeng sighed.

"I had seen this palm technique before. I thought that with the death of that person, it would have disappeared from the world, but I didn't want it to reappear today."

Zhang Sanfeng then talked to Song Qingshu about those events back then. He said that the Xuanming Palm was created by Taoist Baishu. Taoist Baishu’s inheritance was also related to an old friend in Xiangyang City, but Taoist Baishu was different from that old friend.

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He had a perverse and violent personality, and in order to practice martial arts, he would do whatever it took, and even used the "Yin-tonifying Technique" to ruin many good women. At that time, two elders of the Beggar Clan, who were trying to hoe the strong and help the weak, bumped into them, and they hated him even more after learning that he had learned from Taoist Baishu.

Killer with pain.

It's a pity that Taoist Baishu is no longer what he used to be. He actually severely injured two elders of the Beggar Clan and died miserably due to the cold poison. Since then, Taoist Baishu has become enemies with the largest gang in the world.

"Later, Taoist Baishu disappeared from the world. It wasn't until Bai Luzi, the leader of the Kunlun Sect, was injured by the Xuanming Divine Palm that the Central Plains martial arts community knew that this guy had secretly gone to the Western Regions."

Zhang Sanfeng continued, "I was only seventy at that time, and Wu Dang was just beginning. The Taoist Baishu came up the mountain. I palmed him from afar. He took three steps back and went straight down the mountain without saying a word."

Hearing Zhang Sanfeng speak lightly, it is not difficult to imagine the excitement. As the leader of the Kunlun Sect, Bai Luzi's strength is also at the upper-middle level of the first-class. Taoist Baishu can injure Bai Luzi, so his martial arts is definitely first-class.

At that time, Zhang Sanfeng was able to defeat a top-notch master with one palm. It is impossible to say that he was already a master at that time!

"Then what happened to Taoist Baishu later?" Song Qingshu asked, remembering that Taoist Baishu was most likely the disciple of Mr. Xuan Ming.

"It is said that if you commit any unrighteousness, you will be killed. Although Taoist Baishu was unintentional, he did many evil things. He finally surrendered under the joint encirclement and suppression by Emei, Shaolin, and the Beggar Clan."

Zhang Sanfeng sighed, "Back then, he was only one step away from the realm of a master. If he hadn't made a mistake, he might have established a sect by now."

Song Qingshu was shocked. He didn't expect Zhang Sanfeng to have such a high opinion of Taoist Baishu.

There are only a few so-called half-step masters in the martial arts world today. But Taoist Baishu was already a half-step master thirty years ago. He is really a gift from heaven.

Zhang Sanfeng was telling stories and admonishing Song Qingshu. He always felt that he couldn't see the child clearly, and was afraid that he would go astray in the future.

"Master, I understand." Song Qingshu thought for a moment and understood the purpose of Zhang Sanfeng's words.

"Taoist Baishu's martial arts are still not high enough. Otherwise, even if the six sects besieged him, I'm afraid they would have been able to escape." Song Qingshu said seriously.

Zhang Sanfeng:......

Then, he laughed loudly and hit Song Qingshu on the head, "Even Grand Master dared to tease him."

However, he is not a stereotyped old Taoist priest. He was also a lively and active boy when he was young. Song Qingshu's naughty energy reminded Zhang Sanfeng of his own youth.

At that time, I walked around the rivers and lakes with my sword, and lived my whole life under the mist and rain...

"What if Grand Master cannot borrow scriptures when he goes to Shaolin?" Song Qingshu asked tentatively.

Zhang Sanfeng seemed to have expected it, "If you can't borrow it, then you can't borrow it. Emei has such a relationship with Wudang, and they are not willing to borrow the scriptures to read, let alone Shaolin, which we have a feud with. Come to think of it, the three of us heard Master

The scriptures he talks about won’t be too different.”

Zhang Sanfeng’s master was Monk Jueyuan who was in charge of the Sutra Pavilion of Shaolin Temple. Although he had read the Nine Suns Sutra, he had not yet reached the highest level of cultivation. Looking at the level of his martial arts, he was probably at the top of the first class. After all, he had not become a master, so he finally became a master.

Die from exhaustion.

These three people who heard the Nine-Yang Scriptures founded the Nine-Yang Gong of Wudang, Shaolin and Emei respectively.

But the three people were present at the same time. Although they had different understandings, the scriptures came from the same person after all. Therefore, Wudang's Nine Yang Kung was incomplete and could not save Zhang Wuji. If it were Shaolin or Emei, it would be the same.

"Then Master, why do you want to go to Shaolin?" Song Qingshu was really curious.

Zhang Sanfeng touched his sleeve and said: "Shaolin came to me to wish me a birthday two years ago. Isn't this just a courtesy?"

Song Qingshu was stunned. Looking at Zhang Sanfeng's always indifferent appearance, he thought he had really become a semi-immortal and ignored common sentiments.

"He is going to kick the mountain!" Song Qingshu thought to himself.

"After visiting Shaolin, I will go to greet some old friends one after another, and then go to Kunlun."

"Kunlun?"

The location of Kunlun is very special, because it is not only the location of the Kunlun Sect, but also the location of the Bright Summit of the Mingjiao, the "Demon Sect" in the world today.

Could it be that Zhang Sanfeng wanted to seek bad luck from the Ming Cult? That shouldn’t be the case!

"Don't you often go to that mountain top?" Zhang Sanfeng said suddenly.

"Which one?" Song Qingshu was stunned and soon realized that his actions were made with Zhang Sanfeng's acquiescence.

"Master, what kind of place is that? How could I in Wudang..."

Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand, "I invited those two people back to live in the mountains, but they also wanted to see you fall in love. Otherwise, ordinary disciples would not be able to freely enter and leave that place. As for their names and identities, you should not ask any more questions.

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"Oh." He said he didn't want to ask, so he didn't ask. Song Qingshu was very self-conscious. Anyway, if he didn't know, he wouldn't lose a piece of meat.

"That old Taoist is very good at refining elixirs. When you were practicing martial arts and went crazy, it was that old Taoist's elixir that saved your life."

"Can't this elixir save Wuji?" Song Qingshu vaguely remembered that he was given the elixir while he was in a coma, but he also had some doubts as to whether his meridians were blocked because of the side effects of the strange elixir.

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and said: "Of course it is useless, but the old Taoist said that there is a rare treasure in the mountains of the Western Regions called Tianshan Blood Clam. This snow clam is the nemesis of cold poison. If we can find the blood clam, we will definitely

It can drive away the cold poison in Wuji's body."

So it turns out that Zhang Sanfeng is heading to the Western Regions to look for Tianshan blood clams! No wonder!

"Qingshu, you have reached the age of going down the mountain for training. You must remember that the mountains are not as dangerous as the mountains, and the rivers and lakes are dangerous. You must stay with your senior brother." Zhang Sanfeng warned again.

It turns out that after the Taoist boy has his hair tied and received the punishment, he has to go down the mountain to practice and complete some simple tasks. This can also be regarded as an assessment for the disciples.

"Yes, Grand Master." Song Qingshu kowtowed sincerely, but he admired his love for his disciples.

At the age of 100, he was still able to travel thousands of miles to Kunlun, Tianshan Mountains, to find medicine.

"If you have any questions, you can tell them. I have never taught you Kung Fu. It is your path but it is different from mine. You need to explore it yourself."

Song Qingshu didn't know the deep meaning of Zhang Sanfeng's words at this time, and only thought that he wanted to teach himself. But the opportunity was rare, and this man was the best in the world today.

He thought for a while and then asked: "Master, I have lost all my martial arts and can only practice external martial arts. Although Uncle Yin Liu also practices swordsmanship, he can't teach me more. Later, I met the old Taoist and Taoist priest in the forbidden area.

That little girl has been practicing sword practice for two years, but now she feels that she has reached a bottleneck and cannot make any progress. She has no idea how to go about the next step."

Zhang Sanfeng said "hmm" and replied: "In Wudang, my internal strength is supreme, and my research on external strength is not profound. There are many swordsmen and sects in the world - He Zudao of the Kunlun School was known as the Sword Master of the Western Regions.

The Thunder Sword is really as fast as thunder, but it is also the skill of using Qi to control the sword."

Song Qingshu also knew the name of He Zudao. He was the master of Bai Luzi and the ancestor of He Taichong. However, He Zudao was also defeated by the young Zhang Sanfeng, which shows that his Thunder Sword was nothing more than that.

When Song Qingshu was disappointed, he heard Zhang Sanfeng say, "When I was young, I had an old friend who was my enemy, teacher, and friend. His family's swordsmanship was also quite famous, but unfortunately there was no successor. Today, it has long been gone."

Disappeared."

"Master, do you know the whereabouts of that man?"

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head, "Since we said goodbye back then, we haven't seen each other for seventy years. How can we still know about him?"

"You still have to walk your own path!" Zhang Sanfeng patted Song Qingshu on the shoulder to express encouragement.

However, Song Qingshu couldn't muster the energy and murmured to himself: "Is there really no one in this world who is invincible with swordsmanship?"

"But that's not the case." Zhang Sanfeng frowned and said, "When I was young, I once met the Condor Hero. His apprentice was an expert who was invincible in the world with his swordsmanship. It's just that this martial arts legend

It’s also limited to legends…”

Song Qingshu knew that what Zhang Sanfeng was talking about should be the sword tomb of Dugu Qiubai that Yang Guo found by chance.
Chapter completed!