Ren Yingying is a holy aunt of the Sun Moon God Sect and the daughter of the previous leader. She is also favored by the current leader Dongfang Bubai. She controls the antidote to the three corpse brain pills in the sect. She has a respected position. She is always being pushed around wherever she goes. Respect?
Now, Yan Ming actually asked her to do such chores?
Ren Yingying felt offended.
What's more, even if you don't care about your status, you should also care about your appearance, right? Although Ren Yingying is not narcissistic, she thinks she has a very good image. How could she be so ignorant that she would let a beautiful woman do this?
"I dont go!"
Ren Yingying immediately refused.
"Miss Ren, I am not discussing with you now. You need to understand your situation."
Yan Ming said, moving his fingers slightly.
I had just witnessed the scene where Yan Ming used his divine power to kill Gongsun Wulong. His unfathomable strength left an indelible impression on Ren Yingying.
Now as soon as she made a move, Ren Yingying was immediately startled. She always felt that when the other party moved, all the key points in her body were covered by it, and she was afraid that the other party would suddenly take action.
Seeing Yan Ming being able to point fingers at Gongsun Wulong and using magical means to seal off her meridians, Ren Yingying had long thought that he was a master of acupuncture.
After looking at Yan Ming's calm eyes again, Ren Yingying reluctantly dragged her steps and helped Yan Ming clean up the house.
Yan Ming didn't bring many things with him to the Wudang Sect, but he had more or less scattered things in the house during the past few days, including a lot of medicinal materials. This was because he took the time to study the Sun Moon God Sect. The three corpse brain pills left behind.
He didn't come here to stay permanently, but now that Gongsun Wulong has been eliminated and his mission has been completed, he is leaving and preparing to go to Beijing.
But thinking of this, Yan Ming still lamented that the intelligence of the Six Gates was very accurate. He had been muttering in the past few days, wondering whether Gongsun Wulong would come, but he didn't expect that it would be delivered to his door today.
The only mistake in the intelligence was the opponent's level of strength.
Because there were not many things, Ren Yingying quickly put them away even though she was reluctant, and then handed the package to Yan Ming with great reluctance.
"No, it's done."
As soon as Yan Ming took it, Taoist Master Chongxu came over after finishing his work.
"Little friend Yan, I don't even know how to thank you. You have helped us Wudang Sect a lot. I have already ordered someone to hold a banquet. Let's... Hey, little friend Yan, what are you doing?"
Taoist priest Chongxu was just about to say that he wanted to celebrate with Yan Ming, but when he looked up, he was startled when he saw Yan Ming packing his things.
"Taoist Master, thank you for your trouble, but there is no need to bother. Since Gongsun Wulong has been eliminated, I will leave now. Thank you Taoist Master for your hospitality in recent days."
Yan Ming turned around and cupped his hands.
"Well, how can this be done? No, we can't let Xiaoyou Yan leave so quickly." Taoist priest Chongxu shook his head like a rattle.
Yan Ming had helped their Wudang Sect a lot. If he just left like this without showing any signs, then what would happen to the Wudang Sect if his reputation spread?
At any rate, we have to entertain you hospitably for a while and then reciprocate...
Yan Ming comforted him, "Don't worry, Taoist Priest. It's just because I have something important to do. I can't delay and we must hurry up and set off. We are all so familiar with each other. Taoist Priest, don't be polite and don't care about the red tape."
Yan Ming said very cheerfully.
Taoist priest Chongxu still refused to agree, and the two of them argued for a long time. However, despite their hard work, Yan Ming insisted on leaving because he had something important to do, but Taoist priest Chongxu couldn't stop him, so he looked helpless.
"Here, Xiaoyou Yan has helped us so much, but he didn't have time to properly reward us..."
Taoist Priest Chongxu's mind was spinning, wondering if there was any other way to retain the other party.
"By the way, Xiaoyou Yan, you haven't used up the opportunity to borrow our sect's classics yet."
This was what they had discussed from the beginning, saying that if Yan Ming could help them, they would let him borrow the classics and books in the Wudang Sect at will.
Yan Ming had previously recovered the Zhenwu Sword and Tai Chi Sutra, and Taoist Chongxu had fulfilled this promise.
Yan Ming also went there several times in the past few days, but it was far from the number of times agreed upon by both parties.
"That's no need. I've already seen everything I want to see."
Taoist Priest Chongxu thought that Yan Ming was really humble. The Wudang Sect's collection of books and secret codes was vast, and it definitely couldn't be read in a few times.
But little did he know that Yan Ming possesses the purest Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu and Wudang Tai Chi Kung Fu, and has a profound understanding of the Wudang Sect's martial arts concepts, so he doesn't need to look at those basic things.
Yan Ming thought clearly, biting off more than he could chew, and only read content that was related to his own skills and could improve him.
After several attempts, I have gained a lot and basically solved many of my previous doubts.
"That……"
Taoist Master Chongxu thought for a long time, but suddenly realized that there was no way to save him, and his shoulders sank slightly.
"In this case, Pindao won't force it. But Xiaoyou Yan is so kind, so Pindao can give Xiaoyou Yan gifts and then personally lead the crowd to deliver them."
In the end, under Taoist Master Chongxu's repeated insistence, Yan Ming could not defeat him and had no choice but to agree.
Originally, Taoist Master Chongxu wanted to mobilize a large army and lead all his disciples to see him off. However, after repeated communication from Yan Ming, he only brought four of the Seven Wudang disciples of this generation. The remaining three were injured in the previous battle. inconvenient.
Finally, without attracting much attention, Yan Ming set off to leave. Taoist Master Chongxu took the people away and away, and sent them off again and again, until they were sent to the foot of Wudang Mountain, and finally parted reluctantly.
All in all, it looks like they have done enough. I don’t know, but I would have thought that the two parties have been friends for many years.
It wasn't until Yan Ming and Ren Yingying disappeared from sight that Taoist Chongxu breathed a sigh of relief.
"The real person in charge, this Head Yan..."
"It's limitless... No, he is already a top figure in the world."
Chongxu Taoist said with a long sigh.
There is no need to imagine the upper limit of Yan Ming's future. Just look at the current situation. If Yan Ming can kill a great master head-on, it is already extremely terrifying. He can be said to be among the top few people in the current martial arts world.
What's more, he's still so... young!
This Yan Ming is like a person descended from heaven. From his appearance to his rise, he has risen so fast that he would never dare to make it up in his dreams. At least Daoist Chongxu has never seen such a genius in his entire life.
If you really want to compare yourself to one person, it might be... the founder of our sect, Zhang Zhenren!
For such a person who is very likely to become the strongest master in the world, Taoist Chongxu must treat him with caution, try to make friends with him as much as possible, and never become an enemy.
This is one of the reasons why he is so passionate.
"Perhaps, this kid may really be able to break through to the legendary realm of heaven and man just like the real founder of our sect!"
Taoist Priest Chongxu whispered in a long and low voice, not sure whether he was speaking to the people next to him or talking to himself.
After watching for a while, he took the people away.
Yan Ming quickly took Ren Yingying for a short distance.
Ren Yingying was a little worried before, fearing that Yan Ming would leave her in the Wudang sect and accompany those savage old masters every day, which would be boring. As long as she could get out, she would find a chance to run away.
But soon, Ren Yingying began to feel uncomfortable. Because her meridians were controlled and her martial arts was sealed, her current physique was no different from that of ordinary people, even a little weaker. After walking for a while, her feet hurt and she was out of breath. .
Yan Ming also noticed it. He looked back and found that Ren Yingying's pretty face was covered with sweat, and a few strands of black hair were stuck to her cheeks, which was very attractive.
"Holy lady, if you can't walk such a short distance, just say, stop and let's take a rest."
"You're just kidding me. Even if I don't rely on martial arts, my physique is extremely strong. How can I be defeated by just a few steps?"
After saying that, Ren Yingying insisted on walking forward as if she was angry, then sat down on the roadside and waved her hands repeatedly.
"Take a break, we have to take a break."
Yan Ming looked at Ren Yingying who was slapped in the face by the speed of light, smiled softly, and then sat not far away.
He took something out of his bag and looked at it carefully.
This was a gift that Taoist Master Chongxu gave to Yan Ming just before he left - a handwritten scroll.
The scroll was greyish-yellow, and it looked like it was old at first glance. When I opened the oil-skin package, the corners inside looked very fragile. Even though Yan Ming held it in his hand, he didn't dare to make any big movements and opened it carefully. , and at the same time wrap it with its own infuriating energy to prevent it from being damaged.
This book, like the previous Tai Chi Sutra, is handwritten by Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of the Wudang Sect!
This is a priceless treasure, and it is also the treasure of the Wudang Sect. Its value is completely immeasurable.
Yan Ming also didn't expect that Taoist Priest Chongxu would actually take out this thing and give it to him. This gesture was a bit too big, and even Yan Ming himself was flattered.
While thinking about it, Yan Ming slowly opened the book.
What is recorded in the scroll is Zhang Zhenren’s self-created Yilu Boxing Technique. It has no name, but it evolved from twenty-four characters. It combines certain calligraphy skills with Tai Chi Kung Fu. Yan Ming will call it Zijuequan.
Speaking of Zhang Zhenren's handwriting, Yan Ming has read a lot in the past few days, from the Tai Chi Sutra, to the inscriptions on the rock wall of the back mountain practice ground, to the classics collected by the Wudang Sect.
But the feeling in this boxing book is different.
The previous ones were all written by Zhang Zhenren during the period when his own strength was rising. His writing style was positive and contained a vigorous and upward meaning, and was combined with Tai Chi's concept of yin and yang to be integrated.
However, this boxing book is from the later period of Zhang Zhenren's martial arts. After he had experienced all the pain in the world, all kinds of complex emotions, and the regret that it was impossible to have everything in the world, one night, when he was reading Wang Youjun's mourning post, he felt that His sadness was created by taking advantage of the situation.
Looking at the handwriting again, although it is familiar, it is no longer the original feeling of being free and natural, but with a bit of sadness and stagnation. After all, you can also feel the pain and depressing mood.
Yan Ming watched and unknowingly stretched out a hand and moved it slowly along with the records of Zi Jue Quan.
Ren Yingying sat opposite, rubbing her cute little feet and watching Yan Ming's movements with wide eyes.
She has seen how powerful Yan Ming is, and now she refuses to let go of any details. Maybe if she sees the secret, it will be beneficial to her martial arts practice?
At first glance, the trajectory of Yan Ming's strokes doesn't look like martial arts, but rather like writing?
Ren Yingying is well-informed and has seen many ways to integrate calligraphy into martial arts. There are masters of the Sun and Moon Divine Sect who use the Judge's Pen.
But after watching it for a while, I felt that Yan Ming's handwritten strokes were getting slower and slower, but more and more complex.
Opening and closing vertically and horizontally is like using fists and kicks. Every word written seems to contain various changes and extremely profound martial arts principles. Each word is like a set of boxing techniques with different styles.
Ren Yingying was a little confused when she saw it. Even with her strength, she could only see some extraordinary things now. No matter how deep it was, it would be in the fog and she couldn't understand it at all.
Soon, Yan Ming retracted his hand and stopped moving.
After reading a few handwriting formulas, he already felt that his brain was a little exhausted. He closed his eyes slowly, and several changes in handwriting kept popping up in his mind.
To be honest, Yan Ming was very pleasantly surprised. This Zi Jue Quan integrated the great achievements of Zhang Zhenren's martial arts and matched his own internal strength and Tai Chi. Once practiced, it could be integrated into his own martial arts to improve it again.
And this change in mentality gave Zi Jue Quan a completely different temperament and changes.
Yan Ming's heart rose again with respect for Master Zhang. He was indeed the only master known in the world who had broken through the realm of heaven and man.
Yan Ming carefully took back the boxing manual again, planning to meditate on a few words every day, and then be able to use it as he pleased after he has fully understood it.
Taoist Priest Chongxu gave him this boxing book. On the one hand, he intended to make a good relationship, but on the other hand, this boxing book was indeed of little use to them.
It has been around for so many years, but several generations of Wudang sect members have not been able to comprehend anything from it. Even if they practice it, it is specious, and it is far less efficient than directly practicing other techniques.
This is also because they themselves have not reached that level, and they have not fully understood the true meaning of the words on the cliff. Of course, they are not as good as Yan Ming who can see the mystery at a glance.
After looking at Ren Yingying again, Yan Ming took out the dry food he had with him and handed it to her.
"Eat some."
"I won't eat this rough thing!"
Ren Yingying looked at the dry food with disgust on her face.
These are all things Yan Ming picked up casually from the Wudang Sect kitchen. They are indeed coarse grains, and the production is not very exquisite.
With the identity of a holy aunt, how can she eat such a thing?
In the Wudang Sect a few days ago, because Taoist Master Chongxu had given special instructions, the food sent to Yan Ming was relatively delicate, and only Ren Yingying could eat it.
But as soon as she finished speaking, Ren Yingying's stomach growled.
Even Yan Ming could hear this sound clearly.
Ren Yingying covered her stomach with one hand, feeling a little embarrassed for a moment. She looked at the dry food, hesitated for a moment, then took it, and ate a few mouthfuls, her eyes getting brighter and brighter.
Although this thing looks ugly, it tastes very delicious!
After taking a few bites, Ren Yingying couldn't help but look up and sigh.
"Oh, it smells so good!"
Yan Ming watched her eating and also smiled.
Ren Yingying looked at Yan Ming while eating and asked inarticulately.
"What are you planning to do by holding me hostage? Why don't we discuss it? If you let me go, I will definitely give you a generous reward! Just say whatever you want."
(End of chapter)
