It must be said that he is a member of his own family. Guo Xiang rushed up with a "whisper", grabbed Yang Gui's hand and asked with a worried look on his face.
"Physically I'm fine, but mentally I'm a little tired."
Yang Gui shook his head, playing with special effects is not without cost. The price of damaging a Taoist is direct death, and in desperation, Yang Gui recklessly used all his energy and internal strength to play with flying swords, which also caused his mental overdraft.<
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"I told you to hide and you didn't listen."
Guo Xiang said dissatisfiedly: "Even I don't dare to go too far with using 'gods' to mobilize internal energy to control the body. If you dare to do this as a beginner, you really are not afraid of being backlashed and turning into an idiot."
Yang Gui didn't reply, he just stared at Guo Xiang with silly joy, feeling like a living god in his heart.
"Aunt Guo's hands are really soft, hey, they're so slippery."
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Zhang Sanfeng, lying on the ground studying the body of Taoist Baishu.
There is no way, as a wild boy who has only learned the basics and relied on self-realization of martial arts, Zhang Sanfeng has long been accustomed to constantly observing, analyzing, and learning, whether it is an opponent or a friend. Only with great perseverance and great understanding can he
Became the supreme master of Taoism.
However, Yang Gui was still very unhappy, "Old Zhang, you are such an idiot. You didn't come to care about me. Why are you lying on the ground looking at a headless corpse?"
Zhang Sanfeng didn't care at all. Everyone could see Yang Gui's state at that time. It was just too much consumption and there was no danger. Only Guo Xiang had a maternal outburst and wanted to go up to check. Lao Zhang didn't have the thought. How can a man's body be as good-looking as a corpse? p>
He waved his hand casually and said: "You have nothing to do with me. What do you have to care about? I want to see what happened to this Taoist Baishu."
"Hey!"
Yang Gui was furious and said, "You don't care, do you? I asked you to care about me." So he suddenly groaned, "Oh, oh no, my head hurts so much, I'm going to die, aunt, please save me."<
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Guo Xiang was anxious, "What's wrong? Is it the backlash of overexertion? You sit down first."
Guo Xiang pushed Yang Gui down to the ground, pressed his temples with both hands to massage him. The cool Jiuyin Qi was transmitted from her soft little hands to all the acupuncture points on Yang Gui's head, making Yang Gui's originally groggy head
I feel a sense of clarity.
"Oh, no, aunt, I still feel a little pain, please help me press it for a while."
Yang Gui raised his eyebrows at Zhang Sanfeng proudly.
"Oh my god!"
The young man Zhang Sanfeng was so hot-tempered, how could he tolerate his goddess being deceived like this? He jumped over and even moved the ladder as far as he could to reach Yang Gui and Yang Gui in an instant.
"Miss Guo, let Pindao do it. Pindao has a better way to treat Yang Xiandi."
"Really? Then try it."
Guo Xiang really didn't know what Zhang Sanfeng had accomplished by practicing alone for more than ten years, but he could sense that he was very strong, and all of Zhang Sanfeng's kung fu came from self-realization, which was different from the known kung fu. Maybe
What's so strange about it?
"Of course."
Zhang Sanfeng looked at Yang Gui's head and raised his right hand maliciously, "Pindao has a palm technique called 'Shaking Iron Palm'. One palm can break several feet of bluestone. It must be able to cure Brother Yang's chronic illness.
”
"No need!"
Yang Gui jumped up and ran six or seven meters away. He looked at Zhang Sanfeng warily, "I'm fine now. Lao Zhang, you should continue studying the corpse."
Guo Xiang couldn't help but laugh. Of course she knew that there was nothing wrong with Yang Gui's health, so she let the two of them mess around. She was happy to see the old friend and the son of an old friend having a rough time.
"No."
Zhang Sanfeng was a little discouraged, "This Taoist Baishu's martial arts should also come from self-enlightenment, but he is not talented enough, and many places where Qi travels are wrong. His last move should be the wrong path in the first place. He exploded with all his strength, and the meridians
If you go astray, you will only end up dying suddenly."
Compared with people like Yang Gui and Guo Jing, Taoist Baishu is like a civilian scientist compared to scientists who have received orthodox higher education.
It is true that martial arts is not scientific research, and it can tolerate many errors and deviations. But how can a person who starts from scratch to explore be as efficient as the trial and error of hundreds, thousands, or even dozens of generations?
Even if there are extraordinary talents like Huang Shang and Zhang Sanfeng, they still have to read the Taoist canon or build the foundation of Jiuyang. It is needless to mention that the qualifications and talents of Baishu Taoist are better than these two.
This kind of civilian martial arts is not unusable, and sometimes it is not unpowerful, but its weaknesses are often obvious, and because it has gone astray, it will never reach the highest peak and is destined to stop halfway.
Zhang Sanfeng was so ambitious that he didn't even ask Guo Jing, so he naturally wanted to find his own way. He didn't dare to make any mistakes, and he followed the narrow and correct road step by step, working hard towards the right path.
Climbing to the top, I didn’t dare to look either side at all.
Although the future Master Zhang of Wudang will be the only master in the martial arts world who has dominated the martial arts for generations, who can experience the loneliness and fear he felt when he was seeking Taoism? For Taoist Baishu, this kind of bells and whistles does not improve the strength, and it is
Even when he was going the wrong way, he wouldn't even take a second look.
Because his cost of trial and error was too high, he really couldn't make a single mistake, and he always stayed away from such flashy things. It wasn't until he was ninety years old that he created a set of "Yitian Slaying Dragon Brushwork" on a whim.<
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But Zhang Sanfeng didn't dare to touch it, but there is another one here who dares to touch it.
"Hey, Lao Zhang, that's wrong. I think this kind of thing is very interesting. Master Baishu has gone in the wrong direction, but it doesn't mean that this form is wrong. We are on the right path, right?
?"
Yang Gui's tutoring resources are at the opposite end of the spectrum from Zhang Sanfeng's. As the only son of the Condor Heroes, again, he can even stop learning the Palm of Ecstasy and the Nine Yang Manual because he's not interested. It's really a drought.
The death of waterlogging is very similar to the problem-solving experts and the rich second generation in a small town.
The high school students who work as problem solvers in small towns work hard all night, all for the college entrance examination, and are committed to the 100-day pledge, but the high schools of the second generation in the municipality are golf, tennis, equestrian, and they are thinking about which country to study abroad and which Ivy League name is more famous. This is Zhang Sanfeng. If he had been alone, he would have become jealous.
"Oh? How do you say it?"
Zhang Sanfeng showed an interested look. If others had said this, Zhang Sanfeng would not have even considered it, but when Yang Gui said it, he would naturally consider it seriously.
"Wait a minute, finish the matter first, and leave here." Yang Gui did not forget the business after all.
He set a fire and burned Taoist Baishu's body into a pile of ashes, then hit it with a cleavage palm force, and it was lifted up easily.
Although they came here for this scum, they are not qualified to place his head in front of Guo Huang's tomb as a consolation.
Guo Xiang went to worship her parents' graves alone, while Yang Gui and Zhang Sanfeng hid in a tree nearby, chatting secretly even as sentries.
"Old Zhang, let me tell you, this kind of martial arts will definitely be useful if used properly." Yang Gui vowed.
"No way, although the frontal power has been greatly improved, the appearance of a huge entity is too easy to be noticed and avoided, and if used, one will die." Thirty-year-old Zhang Sanfeng's vision made it impossible for him to see the value behind the actual combat value.
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"Stupid, he is dead. Do you think I am dead? His method is wrong. This thing cannot be based on flesh and blood, but must be based on spirit. In this way, not only will the opponent not die, but the opponent will be locked with the spirit, and the enemy will also
There is no way to avoid it but to do it forcefully. And you use all kinds of special effects. In the future, your reputation in the world will not be known to everyone, and everyone will treat you like a god?" Yang Gui is already imagining the scene where he will be a special effects fairy in the future.
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"Well, what you said makes some sense, but I don't understand the method of spiritual cultivation, and the special... special effects you mentioned are too ostentatious and inconsistent with my Taoist philosophy of tranquility and inaction." Zhang Sanfeng still looked at it.
Not of much value.
"Oh, you..."
Yang Gui was a little anxious. Firstly, in the past few days, he really regarded Zhang Sanfeng as his brother. Adhering to the idea that he could not pretend to be alone, he had to bring his brothers with him when good things happened. Secondly, this kind of martial arts turned into a fighting skill.
Special effects martial arts are unprecedented, and he really needs a top genius to discuss the future together.
Suddenly Guo Xiang's cry came faintly, and Yang Gui rolled his eyes.
"Do you know that women like big scenes? If you think about it, when my father captured Aunt Guo, it was just two big fireworks with a group of young men behind him. Think about it, when you make a move, the sky will be filled with special effects.
There is a group of people behind you who regard you as the supreme master of Taoism. My aunt must not be obsessed with you?"
"Brother Yang Xian, what are you talking about? Is Pindao the kind of person who does whatever he wants for the sake of his children's personal affairs?"
Zhang San's face was full of justice, "But I think what you said is very reasonable. If this martial art is created, it will definitely subvert the world's martial arts. Such a supreme blessing, we should be the first to do so. Then what... when the time comes, we will
The two use special effects together, how does Miss Guo choose?"
"Of course it's to see whose special effects are more cool! If you can turn your inner strength into a horse, who will not mention your name as Zhang Zhenren in the future?"
Yang Gui once again kept talking about the train.
Guo Xiang cried in front of her parents' tombs all night long. Yang and Zhang chatted all night. Zhang Sanfeng sent the girl who had been kidnapped by Taoist Baishu back home and then came back. Seeing the horizon turning white, Guo Xiang left with red eyes.
Come here.
"Sorry for the delay."
Yang Gui and Zhang Sanfeng waved their hands quickly, "No, no, no, how could it be, it should be, it should be."
"Let's go first. The Tatar army is not far away. Let's leave here first." Guo Xiang said.
"Where are you going, aunt? Go to the ancient tomb and see if my father is there." What Yang Gui was thinking was that if Guo Xiang could see the love between her parents, she might decide to become Lao Yang's daughter-in-law.
"No." Guo Xiang refused without thinking, "Originally I wanted to go, but since I met you, the Nine Yin Manual has been passed on to you, and you have learned it well, so there is no need to go again.
.I will go directly back to Mount Emei."
"Ah? Ah?"
Yang Gui was stunned for a moment. Is it me, killing me again?
"Sigh." Seeing Yang Gui's behavior, Guo Xiang said softly, "If you really feel uneasy, you can come with me to Mount Emei to stay for a while."
"No." Yang Gui is the same as Zhang Sanfeng. Although he looks like a boiling sheep, his spirit is different. He knows very well that women are not licked. If he follows Guo Xiang to Mount Emei, he will not make any progress in his ordinary life. "I follow
Lao Zhang agreed to go to Wudang Mountain to study martial arts together."
"Okay, since you have a plan, then go ahead and do it."
Guo Xiang looked at the two of them with a face filled with relief, "Gui'er, when you go out, you have to think twice before doing anything. You can't... go... to the wrong path, and you can't let your father... worry hahaha..."
Guo Xiang originally asked the juniors normally, but the more she talked, the weirder her expression became, and in the end she couldn't help but laugh.
Zhang Sanfeng looked confused, and Yang Gui's face turned green beside him.
"Auntie, why don't you call me by your full name?"
Yang Guo has been wandering in Jiaxing since he was a child, and Xiao Longnu is an authentic Shaanxi native, so the dialect issue was not considered at all when naming her.
But Guo Xiang is different. She has stayed in Mount Emei for more than ten years.
Every time Yang Guo and Xiao Longnu called Yang Gui this way since they were young, he felt like he was being scolded. Fortunately, these two people really didn't know Sichuan dialect, so let it go. But obviously, Guo Xiang's first reaction was what he was thinking.
That.
"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Zhang Sanfeng forced his way over to gossip.
"The name given by your parents cannot be changed." Guo Xiang thought about all the sad things, but still had a smile on her face, "Gui'er... hahaha... what the hell is the name that big brother gave you... you...
...Anyway, you should take care of yourself. Come to Mount Emei to visit your aunt when you have time."
"I know, I know. If you don't leave, the Tatars will come after you." Yang Gui's face was full of pain, wishing that this beauty would disappear from his eyes. Guo Xiang didn't delay and went directly to the southwest.
"What's going on? What's going on?" Zhang Sanfeng was still following behind and asking.
Yang Gui said nothing.
"If you don't tell me, I'll ask Miss Guo. She hasn't gone far yet." Zhang Sanfeng tried to catch up.
"What the hell..."
Yang Gui almost pissed himself to death. He couldn't beat such a stinky scoundrel, so what else could he do? He could only make up his mind and never interact with Sichuan people again in his life.
"I'm telling you, if you dare to ask me to beat you to death in front of others! Come here..."
"Ah? Hahahahahahahahaha!"
The laughter of ghosts and beasts echoed on the official road in the early morning, drifting farther and farther...