Chapter 248 Song Yuanqiao, the Head of the Seven Heroes
"You guys are the third generation disciples of Wudang Mountain, right?" A disciple went up the mountain to report. Wang Xu waited until he was bored and started chatting with the other two.
The two disciples guarding the mountain are in their twenties, wearing gray robes, and each carries a sword behind his back.
Hearing Wang Xu's question, one of them nodded in reply without a smile.
The other one was more talkative and nodded before replying: "Yes, when the Patriarch was young, he was as comfortable as a wandering cloud and a wild crane. Later, he founded Wudang Mountain only when he was still thinking about it. Therefore, among the six sects, our Wudang sect has the strongest foundation."
To put it bluntly, even the Emei Sect is several years ahead of us, and its disciples have only been passed down to the third generation."
When Zhang Sanfeng was young, he was a lay disciple of Shaolin Temple, and later he broke out of Shaolin and founded Wudang.
Some people say that the founding of Wudang Mountain is related to the founding of the Emei Sect by the heroine Guo Xiang.
Whether this statement is true or not has long been unverifiable. However, because of the existence of Zhang Sanfeng, although Wudang Mountain has a shallow foundation, its momentum is the highest among the six major sects, and it is vaguely on par with Shaolin Temple, a thousand-year-old temple.
According to the normal trajectory, after the Ming Dynasty prospered, Wudang would also prosper accordingly.
The masters of Wudang Mountain in the past dynasties were all Taoist true monarchs canonized by the imperial court. Many unsuccessful scholars regarded becoming a Taoist priest as a shortcut to Zhongnan Mountain, and many of them were awarded the title of marquis or prime minister.
However, in the current period, although Wudang Mountain is full of flowers, due to the relatively short inheritance, most of it is supported by Zhang Sanfeng alone, which is far less than the central and southern Shaolin and northern Wudang in the Ming and Qing dynasties.
However, the fact that one person can support a sect and still keep pace with the Shaolin Temple is enough to show how powerful Zhang Sanfeng is.
"Among your three generations of disciples, who is the most powerful right now? Is it Song Qingshu?"
"Song Qingshu..."
Hearing Wang Xu's question, the two disciples guarding the mountain smiled half-smilingly and nodded: "That's right."
"Really?" Wang Xu was curious. Judging from the expressions of these two people, they seemed to have disdain for Song Qingshu.
But before he could ask any more questions, a black shadow flew down from Wudang Mountain.
Before the people arrived, voices came rolling in and resounded from all directions: "The poor road is far away from the bridge, and there is a long way to greet!"
"Good internal strength!" Wang Xu raised his head slightly and saw a Taoist priest in black flying over from a few hundred meters away.
This Taoist priest looked to be in his fifties or sixties, with half black and half white hair. He was still hundreds of meters away when the word Pindao came out. When the name Song Yuanqiao was mentioned, the figure had already arrived in front of Wang Xu.
When he was about to reach a few exits, this person landed firmly on Wang Xu's right hand, making the gesture of a man in the world offering his hands in greeting.
"Good internal strength, good Qinggong, good, really good!" Wang Xu said two good words in a row. Song Yuanqiao, the current master of martial arts, is worthy of being one of the best masters in Wudang Mountain besides Zhang Sanfeng. His internal strength has reached the level of a master.
You must know that in the world of Yi Tian Tu Long Ji, although Song Yuanqiao's martial arts is high, there are many who are similar to him.
The four great Dharma kings of the Ming sect, the envoys on the left and right, Master Miu of the Emei sect, Cheng Kun, the thunderbolt hand of Hunyuan, the eminent monk of the Du generation in Shaolin Temple, and the two elders Xuan Ming who had taken refuge in the imperial court, all were no worse than Song Yuanqiao in terms of martial arts.
These are just the masters on the surface. How many masters there are secretly is another matter.
From this point of view, the overall strength of Yi Tian Tu Long Ji is at least one level higher than that of Swordsman.
In the world of Xiaoao Jianghu, as long as they are not seeking death, a first-class master is enough to dominate and dominate. Even the leader of a big sect like Yue Buqun is only at the level of a first-class master.
And here, the master-level experts also have to be secretive. No matter the righteous path or the devil's path, there is no shortage of master-level masters to take charge.
"Wang Xu, I've met Daxia Song." As both a master and a master, Wang Xu didn't mean to be petty in front of Song Yuanqiao, he just held his hand in front of Song Yuanqiao as a greeting.
Seeing his actions, the two disciples guarding the mountain were a little unhappy and felt that Wang Xu was too arrogant.
Their uncle is Song Yuanqiao, a well-known master-level master in the world and the acting head of Wudang Mountain. Even the eminent monks of the Yuan generation of Shaolin Temple have to put their hands together to show respect, so in the thoughts of the two disciples guarding the mountain,
Wang Xu's attitude should be lower no matter what.
"Eh!" Different from the thoughts of the two disciples, Song Yuanqiao had been traveling around the world for a long time, and soon he couldn't see the difference in Wang Xu.
A master at the master level has opened up the two meridians of Ren and Du, and the inner and outer Qi of the whole body are integrated into one, running freely, and naturally protected by Zhen Qi.
This kind of true energy is invisible to the naked eye, but it is a real thing.
Song Yuanqiao didn't pay attention at first, but after taking a closer look, he realized that the mountain wind couldn't blow Wang Xu's clothes at all, as if they were blocked by something.
"Young people are terrible!" Song Yuanqiao nodded slightly, as if he understood something, and the expression on his face became more relaxed. He said softly: "You said there is a way to treat my third junior brother's injury. Are you serious?"
"certainly."
Wang Xu nodded slightly and replied affirmatively: "I came to Wudang Mountain for two things. The first thing is to meet Master Zhang and ask about the way forward in martial arts. The second thing is to help Yu Sanxia heal his injuries. For healing, I
Very insightful.”
Of course, treating an injury or something is just a polite word. You can't tell people in Wudang Mountain that I'm just here to take classes for free.
Song Yuanqiao was able to represent Wudang Mountain, so he was certainly a shrewd person. From the first and second orders, he knew that it was true that Wang Xu wanted to see Zhang Zhenren, and the second thing was probably just incidental.
However, a truly smart person will not say everything out loud. He will understand in his heart but not say it with his mouth. This is truly smart.
After Song Yuanqiao figured out the order of the two, the smile on his face remained unchanged. He didn't care what Wang Xu's purpose was, as long as he could cure the third junior brother's injury.
"It's unfortunate that my friend is here. The poor Taoist master is in retreat. We don't want to disturb him if he doesn't have anything important to do. Well, you might as well stay in Wudang Mountain for a few days. Our Wudang Mountain is sunny and sunny, and our vegetarian food is famous far and near.
Your trip will definitely be worthwhile." Song Yuanqiao only said that he would stay for a few days, but he hinted that Wang Xu could treat Yu Sanxia's injury first, and everything would be easy to talk about after Yu Sanxia's injury was cured.
Wang Xu is not a fool. Master Zhang is in seclusion and there is nothing important that should not be disturbed.
So having said that, if there is something important, you can invite Master Zhang out.
In this case, what could alarm the old man? Of course, it was the third disciple who could only lie on the bed and become a cripple with all his body parts broken, and then stood up again.
Once the old man is happy, of course everything will be easy to talk about.
If Wang Xu talks in vain and can say it but cannot do it, he should just go back to where he came from and there is no need to disturb Master Zhang's retreat.
"Well, I have been famous for the fast food of Wudang Mountain for a long time. It would be a pity not to eat it. But before eating, I will go and see Yu Sanxia first. After seeing Yu Sanxia's situation, we can eat more happily." Wang Xu
Not liking to beat around the bush, he answered directly and decisively.
Song Yuanqiao smiled and nodded. He would know if it was a mule or a horse. He was not afraid of Wang Xu's empty talk, because in this world, no one who dared to fool Wudang Mountain was born yet.
Even though Wang Xu is a master-level expert, if he wants to disrupt Tai Sui's head on Wudang Mountain, he can be reborn in a matter of minutes.
Without this means, Wudang Mountain would not be able to keep pace with Shaolin, and it would have been long ago to go back to the countryside to farm.
"You are young, but you are a cheerful person. We in Wudang Mountain welcome friends like you, please!"