Since then, the crisis of the Wu-Tang Clan has truly ended.
Each sect did not need any further persuasion and went down the mountain consciously and orderly.
Before leaving, most of them did not forget to apologize to everyone in the Wudang Clan, saying something like, "Today is Master Zhang's 100th birthday, I was rude to disturb you, and I hope you will forgive me." Their attitude was very polite.
Only the three great Shaolin monks walked silently. I don’t know when they disappeared down the mountain among the crowd, and no one could be seen again.
"Humph! What a divine monk, he is just a villain who goes back on his word again and again.
He obviously lost the bet, so it's just that he didn't want to hand over the "Shaolin Nine Yang Kung" voluntarily. Even the human's had escaped so quickly.
It’s my fault too, why didn’t you think of keeping an eye on them?”
Mo Shenggu was very angry and couldn't help but cursed.
"Okay, Seventh Senior Brother. Do you really think that the group of monks in the Shaolin Temple, seeing how important our martial arts are, would give us the Shaolin Nine Yang Kung so easily?
They can escape today, but the Shaolin Temple cannot escape. Then they will come and ask for it."
Meng Xiuyuan didn't seem surprised at all and comforted Mo Shenggu.
At this time, Zhang Cuishan came up to meet Meng Xiuyuan and said excitedly and gratefully:
"Junior brother, what happened today, if it weren't for you..."
"Okay, Fifth Senior Brother, if you're being polite, why should we say anything more to each other? Wuji was seriously injured by the Xuanming Divine Palm. We don't know how Master has treated him yet. We'd better go and have a look first." Meng Xiuyuan interrupted.
Zhang Cuishan Road.
"Yes, yes, we'll talk about other things later. Let's go check on the child's injuries first." Song Yuanqiao agreed from the side.
Zhang Cuishan was naturally worried about his son. Hearing what his fellow apprentices said, he no longer persisted.
…
When Meng Xiuyuan and others came to the backyard, Zhang Sanfeng was still using his energy to absorb the cold poison for Wuji. Their faces, old and young, were covered with green energy, and they were obviously working very hard.
As a mother, Yin Susu could only watch with distress and could not help.
Zhang Sanfeng heard the footsteps of several people from a distance and saw them all coming to the backyard. He knew that the troubles in the main hall should have been resolved. He was so relieved that he had no time to ask any more questions and directly handed the child into Meng Xiuyuan's hands.
:
"Xiuyuan, take my place and suck out the cold poison from Wuji's body. I have to dissolve the cold poison that was inhaled from the body first.
It's just that although your internal strength is high, don't hold on if you can't hold on."
What no one expected was that Meng Xiuyuan handed Wuji to Yu Daiyan beside him, shook his head and said:
"Master, I can't carry out my gong for the time being and I need to adjust my breath. It's better to let senior brothers and others do it first. I will take over later."
As if to confirm his words, drops of blood suddenly flowed out from Meng Xiuyuan's facial features and seven orifices at the same time, flowing down his cheeks and neck, dyeing Meng Xiuyuan's green clothes red, looking very scary.
Upon seeing this, Zhang Sanfeng hurriedly supported him and asked with concern: "What's going on? You were injured when you fought with someone just now?"
The senior brothers around him were also very worried when they saw this. Except for Yu Daiyan who did not dare to delay after taking over Zhang Wuji and hurriedly used his kung fu to absorb the cold poison from his body, everyone else surrounded Meng Xiuyuan.
In their impression, Meng Xiuyuan won several games cleanly and should not have suffered such serious injuries.
"Were you injured by the Seven-Injury Fist of the Kongtong Fifth Elder? The Seven-Injury Fist specializes in human internal organs. Junior Brother fought hard with those two people twice. Maybe he suffered a hidden injury at that time?"
"No, it was probably an injury he suffered while competing with the three Shaolin monks in terms of internal strength.
After all, those three divine monks are all top figures in the world. I am one against three, and I want to frighten each other with a quick victory, so I am injured, right?"
Zhang Sanfeng was frightened by the speculations made by several senior brothers. He did not expect that Meng Xiuyuan had done so many great things during the half hour he was not around.
"I'm fine. I was careless. How could those people hurt me?"
Meng Xiuyuan was afraid that his master and brothers would be worried, so he deliberately wanted to smile to show that it didn't matter, but he thought that when he opened his mouth, his teeth were covered in blood, which made him look even more penetrating.
Seeing this scene, Song Yuanqiao and others frowned anxiously, but only Zhenren Zhang heard the meaning of Meng Xiuyuan's words and asked:
"Xiuyuan, something went wrong when you used the "Purple Sky Sword Qi"."
Meng Xiuyuan nodded helplessly and said with a weak breath:
"It's my fault that I'm not good at studying and I'm too arrogant.
I wanted to shock everyone present with one move, so I strengthened my internal strength and forced myself to maximize the power of the move.
But he didn't expect that the sword energy was quite powerful, but it secretly hurt him.
If they weren't frightened by me and really wanted to take action again, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to help them."
Zhang Sanfeng thought for a while, figured out the joints, and explained:
"I think there are two reasons. One is that you are new to the practice and are not very proficient in the exercise, so it is easy for things to go wrong.
Secondly, the skill I created is inherently flawed and cannot be avoided.
According to what you said before, the basic principle of "Purple Sky Sword Qi" is 'resonance'. If the sword qi is to be more powerful, naturally the true qi in the body needs to vibrate more violently, and the burden on the meridians will be greater.
If you want to use this sword technique again in the future, you should be more careful."
Meng Xiuyuan nodded, indicating that he understood, and took another look at Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Wuji, who still had green faces, and said quickly:
"Okay, Master, you'd better use your kung fu to dissolve the cold poison first, and all the senior brothers should take care of Wuji first.
My injury is not serious, I can take over from you after a little adjustment."
"Yes, yes, thank you, little junior brother, I, Yin Susu, will never forget your kindness in this life.
Please adjust your breathing quickly so that you can take care of Wuji later..."
On the side, Yin Susu felt sorry for her son. It seemed that everyone ignored Zhang Wuji and came to care about Meng Xiuyuan, and she was already a little anxious. Now when she heard Meng Xiuyuan say this on her own initiative, she naturally couldn't care less about being tactful.
But halfway through his words, he was interrupted by Zhang Cuishan on the side:
"Junior brother, you should have a good rest. You have already helped our family enough. You are suffering from internal injuries at this time. It is not convenient for Wuji to absorb the cold poison for him. It is best to heal your own injuries."
"Fifth Brother, what are you doing..." Yin Susu was a little anxious. She knew that Meng Xiuyuan was the one with the highest level of internal strength among the Eight Heroes of Wudang, almost on the same level as Master Zhang.
Now that we have to absorb the cold poison for Zhang Wuji, Meng Xiuyuan is a very important person, how can we miss him?
But Zhang Cuishan didn't give Yin Susu a chance to talk anymore. He just shook his head solemnly and forced her to stop talking with his eyes.
Everyone present saw this scene. Some of them understood what Zhang Cuishan and his wife were thinking, and some did not, but coincidentally, no one said anything.
After all, both Zhang Wuji and Meng Xiuyuan are seriously injured now, and the most important thing is to heal their injuries with peace of mind.
…
What followed was a long healing process.
Fortunately, compared to the original work, Wuji was snatched back by Meng Xiuyuan from the hands of the two elders Xuan Ming this time, and he was treated earlier, so the cold poison on his body was slightly lighter.
In addition, after Meng Xiuyuan adjusted his chaotic inner energy, he finally joined the team that absorbed the cold poison for Zhang Wuji despite Zhang Cuishan's obstruction, so the entire time of fighting the cold poison was shortened a lot compared to the original work.
In about ten days in total, most of the cold poison in Zhang Wuji's body had been absorbed and resolved, leaving only a small amount of cold poison remaining in the sea of dantian Qi, which was integrated with Zhang Wuji's own true Qi.
Difficult to aspirate.
"Alas, the remaining cold poison cannot be cured by external force. It seems that all our hard work over the past ten days has been in vain." Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and sighed helplessly.
"Zhenzhen Zhang, please think of something else. If you don't save Wuji, no one in the world can save him!"
Yin Susu had hardly had a good sleep in the past ten days or so. She stayed with Zhang Wuji every day. At this time, her expression was already a little dazed. But she still managed to pull herself together and knelt down in front of Zhang Sanfeng with a bang, crying and begging.
road.
"Susu, what are you doing?! If Master had his way, wouldn't he save Wuji?" Although Zhang Cuishan was also grieving at this time, he still could not allow his wife to be so rude to Master.
Zhang Sanfeng stretched out his hand to stop Zhang Cuishan, indicating that it was okay, and then patiently explained to Yin Susu:
"To resolve the cold poison in Wuji's body, no one else can help him. Only he can practice the "Nine-Yang Magic" himself to transform the yang into the yin.
But at that time, my previous teacher, Master Jue Yuan, taught me the scriptures, but I did not learn all of them. Even though I have gone into retreat several times and studied hard, I can still only understand 30% to 40% of the scriptures.
The current plan is to ask the Emei and Shaolin sects to lend me their own Nine-Yang Skills for reference, and then I can hope to deduce the complete "Nine-Yang Magic Skills".
Just thinking about what Xiu Yuan said before about the situation in the main hall that day, it is not easy to think about it."
When Yin Susu heard this, she seemed to be grasping at a life-saving straw and said excitedly:
"Then I will ask the monks and nuns in Emei and Shaolin to let them borrow the Nine Yang Gong to show Master Zhang.
If they don’t agree, then I will write to my father and ask him to take the entire Sky Eagle Sect with him!”
Yin Susu loves her son so much that she has lost all control in her heart. What she said is almost ridiculous, and everyone can't help but shake their heads after hearing this.
Only Meng Xiuyuan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke and said to Yin Susu:
"Fifth Master Sister-in-law, you really should write a letter to Eagle King. If you want to save Wuji now, the most important thing is to get help from people in your Ming Cult."
Yin Susu suddenly turned her head to look at Meng Xiuyuan, her eyes full of hope.
Ever since she went to Wudang Mountain, she had heard that this disciple of Master Zhang had a mysterious and unusual origin. He had obviously been going to the mountain since he was a child, and had practiced hard for ten years without caring about worldly affairs. However, he knew many rare and unpopular things in the world, as if
Born to know it.
At this time, Meng Xiuyuan took the initiative to speak, and Yin Susu believed that he must have a solution.
Meng Xiuyuan naturally understood Yin Susu's eyes, and continued without waiting for her to ask:
"Sister-in-law, do you still remember that among your Ming sect there is a miracle doctor named Hu Qingniu who is nicknamed 'Seeing death without saving'?"
Yin Susu's eyes lit up and she replied excitedly:
"When I was young, my father did mention to me that there was a miracle doctor with an eccentric personality among the Ming sect, named Hu Qingniu.
It’s just that my father has established the Sky Eagle Sect for many years and has rarely interacted with people from the Ming Sect. If you hadn’t told me, junior brother, I would have really forgotten.”
Meng Xiuyuan nodded and continued:
"As far as I know, Hu Qingniu's medical skills and spiritual powers are almost truly the best in the world.
Since we, the Wudang Sect, are temporarily unable to cure Wuji, it is better to send him to Hu Qingniu. Even if Hu Qingniu cannot cure Wuji in the end, I think it can at least keep Wuji alive for a few years and save him from pain and suffering.
We can take advantage of these few years to think of ways to complete the Nine Yang Divine Art. Once it is truly completed, we can send it to Wuji so that there is no delay."
"Yes, yes! What the junior brother said makes sense!" Yin Susu agreed repeatedly, her voice was very excited. Even Zhang Cuishan's face beside her looked much better, no longer as miserable as before.
"But there is only one thing. The reason why Hu Qingniu has the nickname of 'willing to die without saving' is because he is only willing to save people from the Ming Cult. Apart from that, he ignores no matter how much he begs or intimidates.
Therefore, I, the Wudang Sect, will definitely not be able to send Wuji off. Sister-in-law, you’d better write a letter now and send a message to the Tianying Sect, asking your brother Yin Ye Wang to personally take Wuji on this trip.
Only then can it be considered safe.”
Meng Xiuyuan explained carefully to Zhang Cuishan and his wife.
Yin Susu shook her head and said with a smile:
"In this case, if my brother needs to take Wuji to find Hu Qingniu, wouldn't it be better for me to go there myself.
Wuji is still so young, and when he goes to see a doctor, I, as a mother, naturally have to accompany him."
"But didn't we agree a long time ago that Sister-in-law, you will go to the south of the Yangtze River with your senior brothers and do good deeds for three years to compensate for the seventy-two lives of the Longmen Escort Bureau?" Meng Xiuyuan asked.
"Hey, haven't the monks in the Shaolin Temple been convinced by you, my junior brother? Even if we don't go, will they still..."
Halfway through her words, Yin Susu felt her throat tighten and she couldn't speak any more.
Because she saw that Meng Xiuyuan's eyes were gradually turning cold as he looked at her.