The mountain behind Chongyang Palace, a mountain stream.
The young Taoist priest Wang An woke up and turned around.
But he found that his acupoints had been tapped and he couldn't move, and then he looked panicked: "Who are you? Do you know that I am a disciple of Zhenren Zhao of the Quanzhen Sect? If you are wise, let me go as soon as possible. I won't argue with you." .”
There was a murmur behind him: "Zhenren Zhao? Zhao Zhijing?"
Although the muttering was quiet, Wang An heard it. Seeing that the villain seemed to know his master, he couldn't help but be overjoyed: "My master is Zhao Zhijing and Zhao Zhenren. If you know the truth, let me go quickly."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, that's awesome..."
An indifferent voice sounded from behind. Before Wang An became happy, the voice behind him said again: "But I don't know him."
Wang An's smile froze on his face and he said hurriedly: "My master is the number one disciple of the Quanzhen Sect's three generations..."
"Okay, okay, okay, I know he is powerful, and I won't hurt you, so why are you panicking?"
Dong Zhang, who was squatting behind Wang An, interrupted impatiently.
It turned out to be Zhao Zhijing's disciple, so that's okay. Since Wang Chongyang founded the religion, the second generation of Quanzhen disciples was born. Among them, Qiu Chuji should be the best in martial arts. Among the third generation disciples, it should be Zhao Zhijing. The same is true for Granny Sun in the original work. He couldn't beat him, so he used Yufeng to escape, but he met Hao Datong, and that's what happened next.
Dongzhang's long sword was unsheathed, and the tip of the sword was pressed against the back of Wang An's neck. The sharp sword tip was directly pressed against his skin, scaring Wang An so much that he suddenly got goosebumps and became silent.
"I'll ask you questions next."
With a sword pressed against the back of his neck, Wang An no longer had any temper at this moment. If he hadn't been unable to move, he might have been nodding like garlic at this moment.
"Recite the Quanzhen Heart Law silently."
Wang An was horrified, wondering what this man wanted to do, but he couldn't allow him to think too much. Just two beats later, the tip of the sword on his neck had penetrated a little, and a trace of blood seeped out.
He was so frightened that he shouted loudly: "I said, I said, I said, the Great Dao was first opened to the nine orifices, and the orifices were originally at the Weilu point. First, rush from the soles of Yongquan's feet, and Yongquan rushes up gradually to the knees. It slowly reaches the knees. At the end of the building, there is a sharp turn on the top of the Niwan. The Golden Lock Pass passes under the Magpie Bridge, and the twelve heavy towers descend into the palace."
Immediately, he recited the complete Quanzhen Heart Method word by word. By the third time, Dongzhang had memorized it by heart. He just didn't know much about the usage of some words, and he also knew that this was a poem of Quanzhen Dao. Ballads.
Then he asked him: "How to use the "Yongquan", "Twelve-layer Tower", "Niwan", etc.?"
Wang An naturally explained everything one by one, and Dongzhang also investigated it secretly. Knowing that he was not lying, he still asked Wang An to run the Quanzhenxin method once. After he had completely seen the walking route of the Quanzhenxin method, he also followed it. Jiuyang Shengong followed the route and found nothing out of the ordinary. He pointed at Wang An through the air with his fingers.
He also took advantage of the situation and sheathed the long sword against Wang An's neck, and the former suddenly found that he could move. The young Taoist priest was shocked by this technique of tapping acupuncture points through the air. My own master must not be able to do this kind of kung fu, not even the ancestors...
I didn't dare to think too much about it anymore, because at this time the cold voice behind me sounded again: "Go through the Quanzhen Sword Technique again."
The strong wind roared behind him, and a black shadow passed by. With a muffled sound, his sword was stably inserted into the ground in front of him with the scabbard. It hadn't rained in the past few days, and the dirt road was unbearable. It's not soft, but even if it is like this, if you want to insert a sheathed sword one third of the way into the ground, this...
Wang Anhou fearfully walked towards the sword that was still shaking, thinking: Even if he pulled out the long sword and inserted the sharp tip straight into the ground, it seemed difficult for him to submerge one third of the sword blade into the ground. People have the inner strength to be domineering, but I am far inferior to that.
At this moment, I no longer had any resistance in my heart, so I followed Dongzhang's instructions honestly. During the drill, I didn't even dare to glance in Dongzhang's direction with my peripheral vision, for fear of being killed. mouth.
The inner drama is full of drama. Although there are still some flaws in the Quanzhen swordsmanship practiced by Wang An, the general direction is correct. Dongzhang remembered everything in his mind and asked Wang An if he didn't understand. Wang An also answered them honestly one by one, but there were some questions that Wang An couldn't answer himself. He said he was just practicing according to his master.
Dongzhang didn't pay much attention to these things. By the time he practiced for the seventh time, Wang An was out of breath and sweating profusely. But Dongzhang didn't say stop and he naturally didn't dare to stop. The two of them practiced like this, while the other watched. One person asked and another person answered.
After combining his own opinions, Dong Zhang also expressed a lot of his own opinions. After Wang An changed it, he also found that the sword technique was much smoother, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed.
Dongzhang knew that his internal strength was still weak, so he let him rest for a while while he was thinking about it. Wang An gradually became less afraid of this mysterious man, and found that although this strange man kidnapped him, he seemed to be really powerful. Just for the Quanzhen swordsmanship.
He didn't beat or scold him, and he gradually relaxed. Seeing that he must be very hungry, Dongzhang reached into his arms and took out two steamed buns and said to Wang An, "Eat it."
After devouring two steamed buns, Wang An felt that his body had some strength again, and he wanted to pick up the sword and practice again, but he heard the weird man said: "That's it for today, you go back and rest, I will be there every day So, if you can trust me, then come, or you can call your elders to come and surround me, but you have to weigh the consequences yourself, I won't force you, just leave."
Wang An was surprised. He stood up and faced Dongzhang's whole face for the first time. Dongzhang did not avoid him. He let him look at him. In the moonlight, he saw that this man was dressed in gray clothes and his face was also covered with gray. Bu, with a high ponytail tied casually behind his head, was looking at himself with his chin in one hand.
He seemed to be younger than himself, and Wang An was even more horrified. It was quite remarkable that this person had such cultivation at such a young age. He must be from a famous family.
But Dongzhang didn't think so much. If it weren't for the fear of causing trouble to the two sisters Longnu and the others, Dongzhang wouldn't even want to wear a mask.
Wang An took back his sword and held it in front of Dongzhang and said hesitantly: "I don't know... what should I call you... Young Master..."
Dongzhang, who was sitting on the stone, waved his hand casually: "Don't worry about this. The name is just a title. Besides, I kidnapped you. You should hate me in your heart. Why are you so polite?"
Thinking of Dongzhang's inscrutable kung fu, his own master was far inferior to Shang, and even a few ancestors might not be able to compete against him...
Wang An hurriedly smiled and said: "Young Master is joking. Your master's ability is far higher than that of Xiao Dao. Naturally, he will not covet Xiao Dao's trivial tricks again. He must be curious about my Quanzhen swordsmanship on a whim." Yes."
Dongzhang was surprised, I didn't say anything, but you actually helped the opponent to get back together. You are also a talented person, and he couldn't help but sigh. Sure enough, you can be respected wherever you are strong.
Just like millionaires are not jealous of street vendors, it is a general psychology.
Seeing what the young Taoist priest wanted to say, Dongzhang waved his hand: "Go back."
Wang An nodded and handed over to Dongzhang, then turned and walked up the mountain.
Looking at Wang An's leaving figure, Dongzhang, who was still sitting on the stone, thought to himself: I didn't expect you to be a talker...
