Zhang Wuji's face turned red, and he failed to show off and was fooled, which made him almost suffer from internal injuries.
Seeing Zhang Wuji's reaction, Zhou Zhiruo chuckled in response, and was overwhelmed with beauty for a moment.
Song Qingshu was stunned. He had seen many heroines in the world, but few could compare with Zhou Zhiruo in beauty.
In addition, Zhou Zhiruo was able to come to Wudang Mountain to obtain the Yitian Sword on behalf of Master Miejie. It was obvious at a glance that she was very popular on Mount Emei. This Emei descendant with both beauty and strength would be the perfect match for Song Qingshu.
"Junior Sister Zhiruo..."
"Zhou Zhiruo, you have come all the way to stay here for a few days. I am not good at other things in Wudang, but my martial arts is just okay. After you settle down, I will ask my eldest disciple Song Yuanqiao to teach you a set of Wudang swordsmanship as a return gift."
Before Song Qingshu could show any further attentiveness, Zhang Sanfeng spoke calmly.
When she heard that she could learn Wudang swordsmanship from Song Yuanqiao, Zhou Zhiruo beamed with joy and said happily: "Thank you, Mr. Zhang."
"Wuji, take your junior sister Zhiruo to the guest room, and Qingshu go to the town down the mountain to buy some brand new bedding." Zhang Sanfeng spoke lightly, and dismissed Song Qingshu with one sentence.
Song Qingshu was a little confused, so when did the hundreds of Taoist priests, large and small, on Wudang Mountain lack new bedding?
What's more, if you can just find a Taoist boy to handle such trivial matters, how can he, the chief disciple of the third generation, do the job of running errands?
"Qingshu, why don't you go quickly?" Song Qingshu didn't know Zhang Sanfeng's plan, and as his father, how could Song Yuanqiao not know, so he couldn't help scolding him.
Song Qingshu nodded glumly and hesitated for a long time without daring to object. He could only glare at Zhang Wuji fiercely and walked out of the hall dejectedly.
As soon as Song Qingshu left, Zhang Wuji suddenly resurrected with full health, held his head high like a big rooster, and took the initiative: "Junior sister Zhiruo, I will take you to where you live."
"Thank you, senior brother." Zhou Zhiruo whispered softly. She also noticed that something was wrong in the atmosphere, but she didn't speak out to point it out.
She is a smart person, and she is the best at observing people's emotions, otherwise she would not be favored by Master Miejie.
Master Miejie has a bad temper, hates evil as much as she hates evil, and is not a person who is good with words or words.
If Zhou Zhiruo can stand out next to her, I can't say that she is as careful as hair, but at least she still has a certain amount of scrutiny.
"Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji, one is Song Yuanqiao's son, and the other is Zhang Cuishan's son, are both iconic figures in Wudang. But judging from Zhang Zhenren's attitude, he seems to want Zhang Wuji to contact me more, and for this reason, he did not hesitate to send Song Qingshu to both
Now that he's gone, is it possible that Zhang Sanfeng is more optimistic about Zhang Wuji?" Zhou Zhiruo's face remained calm, but she was secretly thinking deep down in her heart.
Zhang Wuji didn't know what she was thinking, but he felt that after Song Qingshu left, he relaxed a lot and was not as restrained as before, so he took the initiative and said: "Junior sister, come with me."
Zhou Zhiruo didn't say anything, but followed Zhang Wuji out while glancing at Mr. Zhang with the corner of his eye.
When he saw it, Zhang Sanfeng had a smile on his face. This smile came from his heart. Zhou Zhiruo nodded secretly, thinking that Zhang Sanfeng really meant this.
But deep down in his heart, Zhou Zhiruo was more optimistic about Song Qingshu than Zhang Wuji, who had a silly smile on his face.
After all, Zhang Wuji's father Zhang Cuishan is dead, but Song Qingshu's father Song Yuanqiao is the acting head coach of Wudang Mountain. Unsurprisingly, he will be in charge of Wudang Mountain in the future.
And judging from Song Qingshu's attitude, this person probably has no brains. Although he can't be said to be stupid, he is not extremely smart either.
Zhou Zhiruo is seventeen years old this year, and she has also considered what kind of person she wants to marry in the future. In her plan, her ideal husband must be powerful, handsome, and at her mercy.
Among them, Song Qingshu meets this standard very well. Without his father to rely on, Zhang Wuji will naturally fall short.
However, Zhang Wuji is favored by Zhenren Zhang, which is not too different. He is about the same as Song Qingshu.
"You all should step aside, Wang Xu will stay." Watching Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo go away, Zhang Sanfeng waved his hands to the people on both sides.
The surrounding disciples, led by Song Yuanqiao, bowed their heads and resigned, and soon only Wang Xu and Wang Xu were left in the Zhenwu Hall.
Seeing that no one was there, Zhang Sanfeng felt as if his bones had been ripped out in an instant. He lay lazily on the futon and whispered: "It's not good to be older. The people below are all disciples. As a master, you should act like a master."
.Now that everyone is gone, I can finally relax a bit. It’s really tiring to pretend.”
Zhang Sanfeng was lying on his side on the futon with his thighs crossed. He still had the demeanor of a great master.
Wang Xu shook his head slightly and sat directly on the bluestone next to Zhang Sanfeng, knowing that Zhang Sanfeng had something to say when he asked him to stay.
After a while, seeing that Wang Xu had no intention of speaking proactively, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but asked: "Hey, what do you think of that girl?"
"From her eyes, I saw aggression. I'm afraid this is not a peaceful person." Wang Xu knew what Zhang Sanfeng was asking, and combined with Zhou Zhiruo's performance in the movie, he slowly expressed his opinion.
Hearing such words, Zhang Sanfeng slapped the back of his hand and nodded: "What you said makes sense. Wuji has been suffering from cold poison since he was a child, and he has no martial arts skills at all. I'm afraid he won't be able to suppress a girl who is too wild. By the way, before Wuji
Saying that you can resolve the cold poison in his body is just a casual comment, right?"
"No, I know how to cure the cold poison, but the time has not yet come." After Wang Xu said this, he took out a box from his arms and placed it gently next to Zhang Sanfeng.
Zhang Sanfeng raised his head slightly, did not touch the box, but asked: "What is this?"
"The sword manual of Dugu Nine Swords is my second gift to you." Wang Xu brought a total of two gifts when he went up the mountain. One was to heal Yu Sanxia's injuries, and the other was the Tai Chi he got in Swordsman.
through.
But later, he found that when he took out the Tai Chi Sutra, he couldn't explain its origin.
After all, the Tai Chi Sutra was created by Zhang Sanfeng at the age of 128 by integrating Tai Chi and Tai Chi Sword.
At present, Zhang Sanfeng is 107 years old. Tai Chi has been created, but Tai Chi Sword is still being explored.
Now he took out the Tai Chi Sutra that was formed by merging fists and swords. When Zhang Sanfeng asked where this secret book came from, Wang Xu couldn't say that he could travel through time and got it in the world of Xiaoao Jianghu more than a hundred years later.
After thinking about it, Wang Xu gave up the Tai Chi Sutra and replaced it with the Dugu Nine Swords that he had received but could not learn.
Dugu Nine Swords is known as the first offensive swordsmanship in gold novels, while Tai Chi Sword is known as the first defensive swordsmanship.
If Zhang Sanfeng had seen Dugu Nine Swords, I believe that the Tai Chi sword technique he created would be even stronger. Such a gift would be enough to move Zhang Sanfeng.
"Dugu Nine Swords, is the martial arts of the sword demon Dugu Qiubai?" Seeing the name Dugu Nine Swords, Zhang Sanfeng stopped extending his hand.
He has never seen Dugu Nine Swords, but he has heard the name of this sword technique, and also knows that the black iron sword used by Yang Guo, the Condor Hero, was left by Dugu Qiubai.
"Exactly!" Wang Xu nodded affirmatively.
Zhang Sanfeng pushed the box over again with a serious expression, shook his head and said: "It's too precious. The Dugu Nine Swords are the secret skills of the sword demon. Their value in the martial arts is no worse than the Nine Yin Magic and the Nine Yang Magic. I am an experienced practitioner.
ashamed."
Although Dugu Nine Swords is good, it is not enough to impress Zhang Sanfeng.
This is like Wang Chongyang, who knows innate skills, but has not practiced the Nine Yin Magic Skills.
Because at their level, practicing any martial arts is secondary. The key is to find your own way.
Zhang Sanfeng's Tao is Tai Chi, Tai Chi Sword, and Dugu Nine Swords, no matter how good it is, it is not his Tao. It would be too ugly to leave him alone.
"Zhang Zhenren, no need to refuse. I heard that you are creating Tai Chi Sword. With this book of Dugu Nine Swords, I can learn from it. Tai Chi swordsmanship will definitely be improved to a higher level. I got this book of Dugu Nine Swords by chance. I believe that Senior Sword Demon
I have a spirit in heaven, and I hope that my swordsmanship can be used as a waste of energy, instead of being left as waste paper in my hands."
Wang Xu couldn't learn the Dugu Nine Swords, so instead of gathering dust in his hands, it would be better for it to exert its residual heat in Zhang Sanfeng's hands.
I believe that with the treatment of Yu Sanxia and this book of Dugu Nine Swords, Zhang Sanfeng will definitely not hold back his advice.
Wang Xu didn't think it was a loss-making deal in exchange for Zhang Sanfeng's wholehearted guidance from a sword manual he couldn't use. After all, he couldn't learn the Dugu Nine Swords. For the pragmatic Wang Xu, something that couldn't create value was better than