"Zhenzhen Zhang is serious. I heard from Hero Song that you were studying Tai Chi swordsmanship in seclusion. I took the liberty of disturbing you to come out." Wang Xu still wanted to say a few polite words and complete the due etiquette.
As a result, Zhang Sanfeng didn't like hearing this at all. He picked out his ears with his fingers and said disgustedly: "You are so young, why do you speak so poorly? It seems that you don't want me to break out of the barrier. If you really think so, I will
I’m going back to retreat, and you can come see me again in three to five months, okay?”
Wang Xu: ""
Wang Xu was just being polite. It stands to reason that Zhang Sanfeng should also be polite. Who would have thought that he would not follow the routine and he could no longer be polite.
But that's right, Zhang Sanfeng, also known as Zhang Sanfeng, is not a person bound by the world. If you look at him with ordinary eyes, it means that you are inferior.
"Okay, let's not be polite. You can cure Dai Yan's injury and give hope to my disciple Wuji. I accept your favor. Yuanqiao told me before that you came up the mountain for something else.
, as long as I can do it, I will agree to whatever you ask for." Zhang Sanfeng was in a good mood and promised, patting his chest.
Wang Xu was overjoyed. Since Zhang Sanfeng came straight to the point, he no longer had to hide it. He said bluntly: "Master Zhang, I became a monk halfway and got to where I am today without any guidance from a master. When I came to Wudang Mountain this time, first of all
I would like to ask you to help me see if I am on the wrong path, and I also want to hear your thoughts about the Grand Master."
"It's not possible to become a monk halfway without a master, right? You are so powerful, and you all practiced it yourself?"
Zhang Sanfeng looked Wang Xu up and down, and when he saw Wang Xu nodding with a smile, he said with approval: "Young people are scary. Let's go back to the Zhenwu Hall first. It's too windy here to talk."
Return together and aim at the Zhenwu Hall.
Walking halfway, before returning to the Zhenwu Hall, I met the Shoushan disciple who came to look for someone.
"Grandmaster, we have found you. In compliance with the seven-year agreement, the Emei Sect sent disciple Zhou Zhiruo to ask for the Yitian Sword. Master Song is waiting for you to return and take charge of the overall situation."
"Zhou Zhiruo!"
Zhang Sanfeng muttered in a low voice. He had heard of the name Zhou Zhiruo. He once heard his disciple Song Yuanqiao mention that he was the beloved disciple of the Emei Sect's Miejie Shitai.
Seven years ago, the five major sects came together to Wudang Mountain, and Master Miejie played an important role in it. He was one of the important driving forces behind the death of Zhang Cuishan and his wife.
Zhang Sanfeng was angry that Master Jue's words were hurtful, so he took the Yitian Sword and set a period of seven years. After seven years, Master Jue would send an outstanding successor to retrieve the sword.
Now it happens to be the seventh year. Master Miejie, who has never forgotten Yitian Sword, has indeed sent his disciples out.
Zhenwu Hall
In the Zhenwu Hall, three generations of disciples stood on both sides, and the Five Wudang Heroes stood under the statue of the Zhenwu Emperor, surrounded by Zhang Sanfeng who was sitting cross-legged.
A gust of fragrant wind blew into the hall, and a girl wearing white clothes and a veil, accompanied by eight maids holding swords, walked out of the hall door with lotus steps and whispered: "Emei disciple Zhou Zhiruo, see Zhang Zhenren
"
The girl's appearance cannot be clearly seen under the veil. Judging from her voice and body shape, she is absolutely stunning and rare in the world.
Among the crowd, Zhang Sanfeng and the Five Heroes of Wudang were fine. They were all seniors, so they still had some determination.
None of the remaining three generations of disciples had such determination. Except for a few, most of them showed longing. They wished they could take off the girl's veil and see what kind of peerless beauty was hidden under the veil.
Appearance.
"Ahem!" Zhang Sanfeng coughed a few times, with a trace of helplessness flashing in his eyes.
Everything in Wudang Mountain is good, except that there are no female disciples. These third-generation disciples in their twenties have never seen much of the world on the mountain. The look on their faces makes him, the patriarch, feel embarrassed.
"Is your master still as angry as before?" He coughed twice to revive the disciples' minds, and Zhang Sanfeng asked with a smile.
Zhou Zhiruo hesitated for a moment, took off the veil on her face, and replied respectfully: "Reporting to the Master, my master devoted himself to the study of Buddhism. His character has been cultivated by leaps and bounds, and his aura has become more and more mundane."
"Hiss!" As soon as Zhou Zhiruo took off her veil, the group of junior buddies in the hall suddenly smiled.
Wang Xu also stood in the main hall to watch the ceremony. Seeing that these people were all distracted, he couldn't help but look at Zhou Zhiruo twice.
In the movie version of The Legend of Heaven and the Dragon, Zhou Zhiruo is played by Gigi Lai. According to Wang Xu's standards, she is just an eight-point beauty. I really don't know why these Wudang disciples are so dumbfounded.
Could it be that after serving as soldiers for three years and competing against Diao Chan, these Wudang disciples and Taoist priests have not cultivated their mind and character enough, but have become extremely hungry and thirsty.
It is possible that the Wudang Mountains in the world of Yitian Sword of Dragons seem to believe in the Zhengyi sect. This sect allows one to marry and have children. Otherwise, Song Yuanqiao would not have a son, and Yin Liting of the Six Heroes would not be engaged to Ji Xiaofu of the Emei sect.
After Zhang Sanfeng, Wudang Mountain gradually turned to Quanzhen Taoism. People who believe in Taoism should be pure in heart and have few desires, and should not be shaken by the world. Currently, they can marry and have children.
"So beautiful!" When Wang Xu looked at Zhou Zhiruo, a whisper came to his ears.
Looking up, he saw Song Qingshu opening his mouth slightly, looking stunned, with drool dripping from his mouth.
The same goes for Zhang Wuji. When he heard Song Qingshu's words, he subconsciously replied: "Yes!"
As soon as these words came out, Zhang Wuji and Song Qingshu came to their senses at the same time and resumed their gentlemanly demeanor, as if they were not the two talking at all.
Wang Xu shook his head slightly after seeing this. Song Qingshu was hit by him at noon. He thought that this guy would work hard to get better. But now it seems that he is really a dead pig and is not afraid of boiling water. He still looks out of tune.
As for Zhang Wuji, this guy was frail and sickly. He grew up in Wudang Mountain and could count the number of women he saw on his hands.
Coupled with the fact that I was seventeen in the Mood for Love, it was a "hard" time at night when I couldn't sleep, so it was strange to see an eight-point beauty with no reaction.
"Hmph!" After witnessing everyone's reaction, Zhou Zhiruo snorted softly, with a tone that was half pride and half disgust.
On the contrary, Wang Xu, who had no expression from beginning to end, was given an extra look by her, with interest in his eyes.
"What a beautiful girl. She makes all the experienced disciples and grandsons confused. I'm afraid they don't even recognize their master. Usually on Mount Emei, your master must love you very much." Zhang Sanfeng looked around the hall with a smile.
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Catched by his gaze, the three generations of disciples lowered their heads one after another, as if they were not looking at anything.
Song Yuanqiao's face turned dark, thinking how could a majestic Wudang disciple fall under the influence of beauty. He must practice more in the future.
"Wuji, stop looking and return the Yitian Sword to her for Master." Zhang Sanfeng reached out and grabbed the Yitian Sword, which was nailed behind the stone statue of Emperor Zhenwu, and immediately flew into his hand.
A layman watches the fun, an expert watches the door.
Ordinary disciples only see that this hand is beautiful. Only masters like Wang Xu and Wudang Five Heroes can discover what this hand grabbing the sword in the air represents.
"The Yitian Sword was nailed to the wall, at least half a palm deep, and Zhang Sanfeng's position was at least ten meters away from the Yitian Sword. Ten meters away, he volleyed and grabbed the Yitian Sword nailed to the wall.
How strong is Zhang Sanfeng's control over his internal power?" Wang Xu was secretly frightened and thought about whether he would be able to do this if he was promoted to Grand Master.
"Junior Sister Zhiruo, your sword." Zhang Wuji took the Yitian Sword and looked away from Zhou Zhiruo, as if he was afraid of the rude beauty.
Zhou Zhiruo was not so shy. Instead, she smiled at Zhang Wuji and said softly: "Your name is Zhang Wuji. Is your father one of the Five Wudang Heroes?"
"I, I" In front of the beauty, Zhang Wuji became incoherent, and I couldn't speak clearly for a long time.
Song Qingshu on the side couldn't bear to see this, so he took the initiative to step forward and said: "Yes, Junior Brother Wuji is the son of the Fifth Junior Uncle."
Having said this, Song Qingshu clasped his fists slightly and said loudly: "I am Song Qingshu, known as Jade Face Mengchang. My father is Song Yuanqiao, the leader of the Seven Heroes of Wudang."
"Big fool!" Wang Xu labeled Song Qingshu in just a moment and looked up at Zhang Sanfeng.
When he saw it, although Zhang Sanfeng was smiling, there was dissatisfaction hidden deep in his eyes, and he obviously didn't like Song Qingshu jumping out to steal the limelight.
Even Song Qingshu's father, Song Yuanqiao, frowned slightly, because everyone had long discussed that Zhang Wuji was born unable to practice martial arts, and because of his origin, it was impossible to stay away from the world. It was best to find a wife who knew martial arts to take care of him.
From the moment Zhang Sanfeng asked Zhang Wuji to deliver the sword, Song Yuanqiao understood Zhang Sanfeng's plan, but Song Qingshu didn't see anything and jumped up to attack him. Wasn't he taking the blame for himself?
It's a pity that Song Qingshu didn't feel that way. Instead, he felt very good about himself and said proactively: "Junior Sister Zhiruo, Junior Brother Wuji can't speak, and he blushes when he sees girls. If you have anything, just ask me."
Hearing this, Zhang Wuji blushed and felt thick-necked. He had prepared all the equipment to show off, but as soon as he took out the thing, he was scolded by Song Qingshu when he turned around. How could he bear this?