It’s the Mid-Autumn Festival again. [No pop-up novel website]
Zhang Sanfeng is over 100 years old, and everyone in Wudang is very concerned about this festival. Several of the Seven Heroes of Wudang rushed back one after another. The current chief disciple Song Yuanqiao and his son Song Qingshu were busy inside and outside. Even Yu Daiyan, who stayed in the room all day long, also came out in a wheelchair, shining in the warm sun and watching the Qingfeng Trail boy making dumpling fillings with a smile.
Master Zhang Sanfeng held Zhang Wuji's little hand and strolled along the stone road, feeling that there was no such peace and joy in the day. Zhang Wuji was young but sensible. When he saw Zhang Sanfeng happy, he suppressed the feeling of coldness in his body and did not say anything. He also thought of ways to make the old Taoist happy.
Zhang Laodao is a scholar of nature. Zhang Wuji suppressed the trembling in his little hands, but his hands and feet were like ice cubes. How could he not feel it? Thinking of his fifth disciple Zhang Cuishan, I couldn't help but feel a sharp pain in my heart. After saying "good boy", he leaned over and picked up Zhang Wuji, using the "dense purple energy" to make him feel better.
"Master, I don't feel any pain." Zhang Wuji wiped Zhang Laodao's cheek with his little hand, but a tear came out. Zhang Laodao shook his head slightly, turned his face, and saw the boy named Mingyue running towards Song Yuanqiao in a panic, saying something in a low voice, and saw Song Yuanqiao's brows furrowed, his face a little ugly.
Zhang Laodao shook his head and did not ask. In the past few years, all matters in Wudang, big and small, have gradually been handed over to the eldest disciple Song Yuanqiao. Apart from healing Zhang Wuji, the rest of Zhang Laodao's life is to study martial arts and try to create something that no one has ever seen before.
Song Yuanqiao was a little upset at this time, all because of Mingyue Xiaotao Tong's words, "Shaolin Lu Zheshi and Hui'an came to pay homage to Master Zhang."
He had also heard of Lu Zheshi, a young disciple of the Shaolin Kongxing monk. It's just that rumors in the world have mixed reviews. Some say that he is eager for justice and generous in wealth. Some people say that he kills people like hemp and likes to eat flesh and blood. However, there are some that are recognized by the world, and that is Lu Zheshi, whose family was exterminated by the Yuan Dynasty when he was young. After becoming famous, he often traveled around the world, contacting heroes from all over the world, and planned to rebel against the Yuan Dynasty. All he thought about was how to drive out the Tartars and overthrow Yuanting.
Such people are both good and evil, and of course they cannot be ignored. But we can’t get involved too deeply and implicate the sect. Thinking of this, he asked Song Qingshu to lead Taoist Mingyue down the mountain to greet him. A person like Lu Yuan, who is young but senior, is the most troublesome to receive in the martial arts world. However, Zhang Sanfeng was of a very senior rank, so it would not be rude to send a third-generation disciple of Wudang to greet him.
Not long after, they saw Song Qingshu accompanying the two of them walking up the mountain. Both of them are wearing green monk robes. The first one is about 20 years old. He has a face like a crown jade, sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. He has a good appearance. His son Song Qingshu was also very handsome. The two of them walked in front, which immediately made people sigh with emotion.
Seeing the man chatting with Qingshu in a humble manner, Qingshu laughed loudly. It was obvious that he was very fond of him, and Song Yuanqiao suddenly had a good impression of this man.
When they got closer, Song Qingshu introduced him first, "Brother Zheshi, this is my father."
"Shaolin Lu Yuan has met Song Daxia," Lu Yuan stepped forward and saluted.
Song Yuanqiao was startled and almost blurted out, "You are Lu Yuan!" Seeing that the young man was only twenty, he might have just left school to practice in the world, so how could there be those random rumors? The news in the world was really not credible. Song Yuanqiao, who had a strong reputation, also nodded and said: "Go inside and talk, Qingshu, and invite your Master Uncle Mo."
Song Yuanqiao thought that Mo Shenggu and Lu Yuan were about the same age, so they should have something to talk about. For a disciple of such a famous sect who is new to the world, it is proper for him to visit various sects. Being too solemn will make him uncomfortable. As for his announcement of meeting Master Zhang Sanfeng, it was just a child's worship. Who in the world doesn’t want to see Master? Let the tea sit down, exchange a few words, and leave as soon as Mo Shenggu arrives.
When I looked up inadvertently, I saw the "Hui'an" monk standing behind Lu Yuan. I couldn't help but be surprised again, what a high level of martial arts! The "Hui'an" monk had an elegant appearance, more like a scholar than a monk. Standing quietly behind Lu Yuan, holding a long cloth bundle in his arms, his energy was almost completely restrained, just like an ordinary person. This level of realm is no less inferior than one's own. Be serious now.
"I don't know why the layman Lu came to Wudang?"
"Master Song, please take a look." Lu Yuan gestured, and Hui An came forward and placed the long package on the table in front of Song Yuanqiao. When the monk held it, it looked like an ordinary package. As soon as I put it down, the table made a creaking sound, indicating that the contents of the package were very heavy.
Song Yuanqiao unwrapped the package and saw a large black sword inside. He couldn't help but be shocked. "This is the dragon-slaying knife! The dragon-slaying knife that commands the world!"
Zhang Laodao was holding Zhang Wuji and looking at the statue in the back hall. When he heard Song Yuanqiao's exclamation, he stretched his head and took a look. When Zhang Laodao was young, he traveled around the world and was known as a "sloppy Taoist". He was not a dignified person to begin with. But now that I am older and surrounded by juniors, I naturally act solemn. I'm pretty casual in private.
He was attracted by Lu Yuan at this glance. I saw that Lu Yuan was surrounded by a faint Gang Qi, his eyes were like lightning, and the Yang Qi was rising when he was sitting or lying down. This was the precursor of the pure Yang internal strength to break through the dragon and tiger level! This scene is so similar to the image of Master Jue Yuan back then! The old Taoist was overjoyed and pulled Zhang Wuji out. Without even looking at the dragon-slaying knife, he walked straight up to Lu Yuan and asked, "Do you practice Shaolin Nine Yang Kung Fu?"
"See Mr. Zhang." Lu Yuan saw Zhang Sanfeng coming out and hurriedly saluted Hui'an.
The old Taoist just waved his hand and said again, "You practice Shaolin Nine Yang Kung Fu?!" Mo Shenggu, who had just entered, faced Song Yuanqiao with the dragon-slaying knife, and Yu Daiyan, who was passing by, was stunned after hearing this, and then surrounded him with joy. Come over.
"Exactly." This was Lu Yuan's reply.
"It's true that Shaolin Jiuyang, Wuji is saved!" This is the joy of Brother Song Yuanqiao.
"I don't want the Shaolin sect to save me! The Shaolin monks killed my mother!" This was Zhang Wuji's refusal.
"Wuji! You are Wuji!" This was Hui'an, that is, Xie Xun's questioning voice.
"Quiet!" This was... Zhang Laodao's voice. It was just like talking normally, but there were more than a dozen big gongs and bells mixed in, which made the hall buzz.
Everyone fell silent. But he saw Zhang Wuji's face was filled with coldness and his complexion was livid, and he fainted backwards in Zhang Sanfeng's arms.
Zhang Laodao didn't have time to say anything more, he immediately hugged Zhang Wuji and began to use Qigong to drive away the cold poison. At this time, the cold poison on Zhang Wuji's body has already been eliminated, and the rest is entangled in the meridians. How can it be eliminated? When Zhang Laodao was about to gain or lose, suddenly a hand stretched out, drew a mysterious arc, and pressed on Zhang Wuji's chest. Neither Song Yuanqiao and Mo Shenggu, who were paying attention, nor Zhang Sanfeng, who was pressing Zhang Wuji's Dantian, had time to stop him!
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