"No, my mother said, the more beautiful a woman is, the better she is at lying. Look at this little girl, she is so beautiful, she will not be able to deceive me out of my pants in the future? No, no, no, no."
Zhang Wuji decisively rejected Yang Gui's suggestion.
"Oh, you kid, you don't know what is good and what is bad."
Yang Gui thinks about it. Zhang Wuji is not a person who is greedy for women. Among all Jin Yong's male protagonists, his determination for beauty can be said to be at the top.
In the original work, Zhou Zhiruo was kind to him by feeding him and getting along with him through thick and thin, which laid the foundation for his love in the future. Now Zhang Wuji has never even gone down the mountain, and when he suddenly came back, he brought back a little girl and said he wanted to marry him.
To be his wife, he will definitely not agree to it.
"Qingshu, Qingshu, do you want a wife or not?"
When Yang Gui's plan fails, he tries another one. If Zhang Wuji doesn't want it, Zhou Zhiruo's biggest licker, Song Qingshu, has to have it, right?
As a result, when Song Qingshu saw Yang Gui and Zhou Zhiruo, his face was as ugly as if he had eaten an Oreo.
"Grandpa Yang, Xuanxu, Xuanxu's crime will not lead to death!"
Song Qingshu's face looked like a weak girl who had been forced into a corner by a few big men with ill intentions. "I will kill myself if you dare to force me" written all over her face.
Laughing to death, how dare Song Qingshu touch women now? If he dares to touch women now, he will end up with useless martial arts. As for the fate of people who have both physical and mental skills and useless martial arts, what will happen? Just look at Wu Yazi.
Killed on the spot, clean and tidy.
What's more, Song Qingshu is numb when he sees women now. The experience of those few days has strengthened his resistance to female sex to an epic level. Even a group of big sisters can withstand it. This ten-year-old girl has a big tablet, which makes Song Qingshu become a
Become her licking dog?
Dreaming.
Song Qingshu shut Yang Gui and Zhou Zhiruo out as if they were guarding against thieves, and even bolted the door.
"Zhiruo, you said you can't get married, what should you do?" Yang Gui touched Zhou Zhiruo's head and laughed at her.
"Master!"
Zhou Zhiruo bared her little tiger teeth and was furious at Yang Gui: "Zhiruo came to Wudang Mountain to accompany her father, not to get married. If you keep doing this, Zhiruo will be angry!"
"Yeah, yeah, I know, I know, but your father doesn't feel safe. He has to ask me to find an outstanding disciple in Wudang to tie you up."
Yang Gui was talking nonsense. Although Zhou Yunwu came from a humble background, he was very courageous. If Zhou Zhi could really marry Zhang Wuji and Song Qingshu, an outstanding third-generation disciple of Wudang, he would be happy, but he would never take the initiative to ask Yang Gui for him.
Daughter proposes marriage.
It was purely because Yang Gui saw that although this little girl Zhou Zhiruo was very young, she had a fierce paranoia in her bones and wanted to have fun with her.
"Hey, Lingxu, do you want a wife or not?" As he was talking, Yang Gui saw Yu Daiyan's eldest disciple, Lingxu, who was in charge of all affairs of Wudang and the third generation head of Wudang, pulling his sleeve and giving her another
He sells.
"Senior Yang, Grand Master called me over for an urgent matter. Farewell, farewell."
Lingxu was so frightened that he stepped on the ladder cloud and jumped from the eaves to run.
Yang Gui was still shouting from behind: "Hey, don't leave. When you meet Lao Zhang, help me ask Qingfeng Mingyue next to him if he wants a wife?"
"Master!" Zhou Zhiruo became angry and pushed her head hard towards Yang Gui, saying harshly: "I will kill you!"
Yang Gui's head was hit on the lower back, causing Zhou Zhiruo to fall to the ground with stars in her eyes.
"Hey, look, get up quickly. Are you okay? Does it hurt?"
Yang Gui was startled, this little girl is so cruel, he quickly helped her up, touched her head with his palms and used his Qi to eliminate the pain, "How about you are the person who is most like an extinct person? Ding Minjun in the original novel
She is also jealous of you, how could she know that you were born to be the successor to extinction."
"Master, what are you talking about? I don't understand." Zhou Zhiruo is still a child after all. She felt that Yang Gui's touch on the top of her head no longer hurt, and she was very curious, "I want to learn this!"
"彳亍ah. You will study with your father tomorrow."
Yang Gui thought for a while, and he realized that one sheep is both herding and herding two sheep, so he decided to teach the father and daughter together.
"Wow! That's great! Thank you, Master!" The little girl's temper came and went quickly. She happily kissed Yang Gui and jumped away.
Yang Gui went to find Zhang Sanfeng.
"Old Zhang, Old Zhang, let me tell you something." Yang Gui kicked open the door of Zhang Sanfeng's room, and almost let Zhang Sanfeng stab his eyes blindly with the "compass" sword.
"Kick my door again and I'll kill you." Zhang Sanfeng said angrily, "I just kicked your door once more than sixty years ago, and I still remember it, right?"
"Okay, I'll do it next time. What do you mean, let Wuji go down the mountain to practice?"
Zhang Sanfeng looked at Yang Gui as if he was crazy: "Wuji is not yet twelve years old, he has just gotten rid of the cold poison, and is at the critical moment of laying the foundation for the Nine Yang Magic. You let him go down the mountain? What do you think?"
"But have you ever considered that the Nine Yang Divine Art may not be useful at all through meditation?"
Yang Gui said nonsense: "If you think about Master Jue Yuan, he has been cultivating in the temple for so many years, but it's not that he failed to achieve great success in Nine Yangs, and finally died of excessive discouragement. This Nine Yangs Magical Skill must be improved in actual combat."
Yang Gui is pure nonsense. The final pass of the Nine Yang Divine Skill cannot be achieved by ordinary meditation, but how can the previous accumulation be achieved without relying on meditation? What's more, the new version of Zhang Sanfeng's Chuang Dichuan Jiu Yang Divine Skill does not have that final hurdle at all. But Zhang Sanfeng was really fooled.
Childhood memories will leave a scar in our lives, which will not disappear with the passage of time, but will become deeper and deeper.
This is the case for Zhang Sanfeng, he still feels lingering fear about Jue Yuan's death.
"What you said makes sense. Then should I ask Shenggu to go down the mountain with him?"
Yang Gui waved his hand, "It's so troublesome. Isn't that boy Chang Yuchun in a hurry to go down the mountain? Let Wuji follow him."
"Are you sick?" Zhang Sanfeng glared angrily: "He is a demon sect!"
"Yes, in the future Wuji will be the leader of the demon sect. Both the righteous way and the devil's way will be our forces. By then, we will be able to rule the world for thousands of years, and we will be able to rule the world..."
Yang Gui once again laughed like an elder from the Soul Palace.
"You die!" Zhang Sanfeng hit his face with Tai Chi.
"Wait a minute!" Yang Gui stopped, "You don't believe it, right? You asked Wuji to compare with Mo Shenggu. Now Wuji is much better than Mo Shenggu. If he and Mo Qixia can walk alone in the world,
Why can't Wuji do it?"
"Fuck you." Zhang Sanfeng didn't believe it at all.
Forty minutes later, Zhang Sanfeng looked at Mo Shenggu lying on the ground, lost in thought.
Mo Shenggu panicked immediately, "Master, you can't expel me from your master, can you, master?"
"Alas." Zhang Sanfeng touched Mo Shenggu's dog's head, "Child, you... follow your master and learn some Taoist techniques of drawing talismans to catch ghosts, so that you won't starve to death in the future."
"No, Master, it's not my problem. There is something wrong with that kid Wuji. I bet that Sixth Brother is definitely no match for him. Do you believe it or not?" Mo Shenggu made his final struggle.
Another fifteen minutes passed, and Yin Liting's sword was placed on Zhang Wuji's neck.
"How...how could this happen?" Mo Shenggu's eyes showed clear stupidity, "No, Master, Master, please listen to my explanation..."
"Alas..."
Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and left, leaving only his voice floating back: "Okay, Lao Yang, let Wuji follow Xiao Chang down the mountain as you said. Shenggu, you are not allowed to go down the mountain for three years. You must be a good teacher."
Teach and train you."
"Ah? Ah!" Mo Shenggu's face was ashen. He turned over and stood up and grabbed Zhang Wuji's collar, "Boy, you tricked your seventh uncle, didn't you?"
"No." Zhang Wuji looked innocent, "I hit him seriously."
"You fart!" Mo Shenggu said angrily: "Sixth Brother is not much stronger than me. You can beat me, but Sixth Brother can restrain you so easily?"
"Hey, Lao Qi, what are you talking about? What do you mean I'm not much stronger than you." Yin Liting looked at Mo Shenggu with a suppressed smile, "You can't beat Wuji, and Wuji can't beat me. The strength and weakness are obvious at a glance." "Then Uncle Six wants to compete with me in swordsmanship, and I have never learned swordsmanship." Zhang Wuji spread his hands.
"Okay Brother Six, it turns out you tricked me! Don't run away!"
That day, Yin Liting was hunted down the entire Wudang Mountains. He had never understood every possible road in Wudang Mountains and every stone that could hide people as he did that day.