The old man had a peaceful face and asked in a very kind voice: "I dare to ask, but the master of Wudang can be any young hero at will?"
In the past few years, he has been looking for doctors everywhere for "premature senility syndrome". Since he himself has read all the classic medical books, he is also proficient in Qihuang's technique, and his medical skills are very good. Occasionally, he treats other people's illnesses, and inadvertently... the name of "Wudang Sage" has spread throughout the world and is famous in the martial arts world.
Look at him randomly, then lower your head...
The little girl holding her thigh had stopped crying, and the crystal tears on her face had not been wiped away. At this moment, she smiled brighter than anything else. After she burst into laughter, she made a face at Xuanyuan, and everyone hid for a while. The old man is behind him.
Looking at the old and the young, one of them rolled his eyes and almost rolled his eyes to Tianling Gai. He didn't even bother to say a single word, and turned around gracefully, leaving the two of them with an arrogant and disrespectful back view.
The little girl stamped her feet in anger and ran out from behind the old man. It looked like she wanted to hold him back again, but she was stopped by the old man just as she had her intention.
After taking a few random steps, he suddenly lifted up his body and flew away in the air. With this gentle and skillful sweep, he landed a few feet away and disappeared into nothing in a moment.
"Grandpa, why don't you teach him a lesson."
The old man smiled and said: "Teach him a lesson? Grandpa can't afford to offend him."
…
Huanggang Mountain, at the foot of the mountain.
At the intersection on the way down the mountain, a big man was in a daze holding a branch. He is in his fifties, has a sallow complexion, and his clothes are full of patches. He looks like an ordinary farmer.
But his hand holding the branch suddenly stabbed out like a sword!
This stab was not very clever, but seemed very dull. One stab was followed by another, and the branch stabbed seven times in a row; but after seven times, he stopped again, scratched his head and meditated, as if he had forgotten the next move and was thinking hard. Only then did he use a few more moves.
He was extremely clumsy, and the entire set of moves was performed in a disorganized manner, and the branches were simply hacking and stabbing in his hands.
However, there are very few flaws in the thirty-three sword techniques, which are sometimes slow and sometimes fast. The moves are simple and vigorous. When they are clumsy and dull, it looks like they are preparing for the move. Only when the move is launched, can it be extremely fast.
After finishing a set of sword moves, the man concentrated on thinking, his expression seemed to be dissatisfied with his sword skills, and suddenly his eyes blurred, as if he saw a shadow flashing past.
He hurriedly shouted: "Junior brother!"
The figure slowly floated down in the air. He looked at the thin man with yellow skin and sighed softly: "Senior brother, are you looking for me?"
The man's name is Mou Yiniu, he is the second disciple of Wudang Chongxu Sect, and he is also the second senior brother of Zhuan Ran.
Mou Yiniu said solemnly: "Since Master's birthday last time, you haven't returned to Wudang for seven months."
Hearing this, Ran Ran said faintly: "It's true that the situation does not wait for others, and the old man's hair is like silk. The so-called 'time is fleeting, how can I be treated'? That's it. Shaohua's white head has just passed by, and in the blink of an eye, he has already passed away. It’s past July…”
While he spoke faintly and nonsense, he slowly turned around and moved slowly.
Of course Mou Yiniu saw that this kid was about to run, so he took three quick steps and grabbed his right shoulder with his left hand.
Whoever wanted to sway his body slightly, but somehow moved a small step laterally, causing his grasp to be in vain. He staggered and almost fell.
Mou Yiniu said angrily: "How dare you hide?" As he said this, he immediately drew out his sword from the branch in his hand.
But the figure flashed and turned around to avoid it.
Ranran said helplessly: "Second Senior Brother, why bother?"
Mou Yiniu didn't talk nonsense with him anymore, and casually stabbed and whittled him randomly again... Zunzhi seemed to be unhurried, but his steps were brisk, and his body was floating and he even avoided more than twenty swords.
His feet never landed on the ground abruptly, but after he pointed his toes slightly, his body moved quickly. In this small area, Mou Yiniu's sword could not hit anyone.
The distance between the sword's reach and his body always seemed to be half a foot or a few inches. It seemed close, but it was always just a little bit closer. It felt like it was possible, but always not.
The sword flowers are blooming, rushing towards...
Looking at it randomly, he seems to be standing as tall as a mountain, unmoved, but when he turns around to dodge, his figure is flickering, and every step is taken very skillfully, which is extremely wonderful, even for Mou Yiniu, who has practiced swordsmanship for decades. Wudang masters were also dizzy and helpless by her strange and changing steps.
At the end of the battle, Mou Yiniu shouted, and his sword moves suddenly changed!
His swordsmanship suddenly opened and closed, the momentum was powerful, and the sluggishness in his swordsmanship became less and less. He felt very comfortable in using it; after using dozens of swords in a row, he was sweating profusely. , but also indescribably happy.
There is no dust under his feet, and his body is like a star ball. He lifts his feet, floats, and avoids all his sword moves.
Mou Yiniu laughed and said: "Okay, junior brother, pick me up again..."
Before I finished speaking, there was a rustling wind, Ran Ran's clothes were fluttering, and the person was rushing away with a wisp of south wind.
Seeing him running away, Mou Yiniu was about to catch up when he heard a cough from behind him.
Mou Yiniu turned around and saw an old man sitting on a donkey, bending his back and coughing. The old man is still in his late teens, but he has white hair and a beautiful face. His Taoist robe is even older and simpler than Mou Yiniu's.
"Master, why are you here?"
The old man is Mou Yiniu and any two masters, the head of Wudang, Taoist priest Chongxu.
"Forget it, just go with Heng."
Hengzhi is an arbitrary word, because his name means "anyone can do whatever he wants without being restricted", so Taoist Master Chongxu chose "Hengzhi" as the word for him, which means to let him do things as a person, "control them with balance, and do things". The meaning of "there is a degree".
Mou Yiniu stood aside, not daring to speak. He looked at the retreating figure of Taoist Master Chongxu, with a smile on his face and said: "Since your junior brother has integrated the 'Liang Yi Sword Technique' that Xu and I have learned, , but it makes you brothers and sisters work harder."
Mou Yiniu scratched his head and said with a naive smile: "Junior brother's talent is unique in the world. However, I and other senior brothers are too stupid. Every time they use the Liang Yi sword technique, there is always a slight falter in the execution."
Taoist Priest Chongxu stroked his beard and smiled, saying: "This Liangyi Sword Technique, two Taoist Priests from Wudang spent decades working on it to improve it many years ago. Only then did we have this power. There is Yin and Yang in the sword, and so on." Both hard and soft, if two people cooperate with each other...not to mention that the power will increase several times, even the flaw in the sword will be almost eliminated..."
After a slight pause, he smiled a little complacently at Taoist Master Xu and said, "Who would have thought that after so many decades, your junior brother would train the two-person Liangyi sword into a one-man sword technique."
Mou Yiniu suddenly sighed: "It's a pity that my junior brother is so talented and talented, but he is not tolerated by God!"
Taoist priest Chongxu was stunned for a moment and glanced at him.
Mou Yiniu was shocked and knew that he had said the wrong thing. He lowered his head and did not dare to look up at the master again.
Taoist Master Chongxu looked melancholy, and sighed slightly: "He is only eighteen...his destiny, this is also his destiny, let's go, we should go back to Wudang."
Mou Yiniu said carefully: "Master, that junior brother..."
Taoist Priest Chongxu glared and said: "Take care of yourself, you have to worry about your junior brother's affairs?!"
Mou Yiniu didn't dare to reply, so he just nodded in response, stepped forward to grab the donkey, and left from the west path.
