I, Murong Fu, only want to cultivate immortality!

Chapter 72 085, on Zhang Sanfeng
It's spring time again.

On Wudang Mountain, in a bamboo forest.

Zhang Sanfeng is punching slowly, his moves are free and easy, like clouds rolling and relaxing, like a mountain breeze gently blowing, its meaning is harmonious, and its environment is natural, giving people a feeling of extreme harmony and naturalness.

When he finished punching all the way, a soft sigh suddenly came from not far away:
"The heart is like a white cloud and always at ease, and the mind is like flowing water to let things go... Zhang Zhenren's boxing method is natural and far-reaching, which is amazing."

The sound came suddenly, but Zhang Sanfeng was not surprised at all, he only looked curiously at the direction from which the sound came.

Under a stalk of pruning bamboo, a tall and handsome young man with a tall and straight figure is proud of his hands, his plumpness is like jade, and his temperament is unrestrained, like a prince or an elegant scholar.

But Zhang Sanfeng could feel how exuberant and astonishing blood was hidden under the elegant appearance of the other party, as if under his skin, there was a dormant volcano, which could erupt with earth-shattering power at any time.

A look of surprise finally flashed in the eyes of the tall, white-haired and child-like old Taoist, as if seeing a treasure, he exclaimed:
"Little friend's physical body is extraordinary, and the ancient gods are nothing more than that."

Murong Fu raised his eyebrows and said with a smile:

"As expected of an old god, you can see my physical cultivation at a glance."

Zhang Sanfeng smiled and said:
"Your physical body is the real god. You can't be called an old Taoist. I don't know what you can teach me when I come here?"

Murong Fu cupped his hands and said:
"I'm Murong Fu in Suzhou, and I'm going to Wudang, and I want to discuss the Dao with Zhang Zhenren. I hope Zhang Zhenren will not hesitate to enlighten me."

Zhang Sanfeng smiled and said:
"Little friend Murong is already a first-class figure among the gods on the land. How dare an old Taoist teach you such a little martial arts?"

Murong Fu sighed:
"In terms of strength, I don't pretend to be modest. I am invincible in this world. But what I want to ask Master Zhang to teach is not martial arts."

He stared at Zhang Sanfeng, and slowly released his breath:

"Master Zhang, I'm sorry..."

When the words fell, the invisible energy had already shrouded Zhang Sanfeng's body.

Zhang Sanfeng had a smile on his face, his eyes were as clear as a child's, and his aura remained unchanged, still relaxed and at ease, seemingly unaffected in the slightest.

But in Murong Fu's feeling, it seems that what his energy is shrouded is not a substance, but a mass of formless, substanceless, chaotic and incomprehensible "nothingness".

Murong Fu raised his brows slightly, his aura became more majestic and vast, like a torrent, constantly sweeping through the "nothingness".

But the "emptiness" is as deep as an abyss, no matter how Murong Fu stimulates his energy, he will not be moved, and even assimilate his energy in reverse.

A moment later, something seemed to be born from the chaos and nothingness, it was full of yin and yang, blended and flawless, with just a light turn, it broke Murong Fu's aura.

Murong Fu was slightly shocked, restrained his energy, and sighed:
"Renren Zhang has learned the way of Tai Chi..."

Tai Chi, the yin and yang will not be divided, the chaotic state of all things will be born, it seems to be nothingness, but it is not nothingness, it embraces everything, covers everything, the chaos is unclear, and it is difficult to figure out.

In terms of strength, Zhang Sanfeng is not as good as the current Murong Fu, but his spiritual cultivation has reached an inconceivable level. If he is not bound by heaven and earth, Zhang Sanfeng may already be a real "old god".

"Where do you dare to call it 'Tao'? It's just a touch of 'Tai Chi'."

Zhang Sanfeng smiled heartily:
"Little friend Murong not only transcends the common world physically, but directly reaches the realm of the ancient gods. The way of mental cultivation is something that the old Taoist has only seen in his life. How about drinking tea and playing games with the old Taoist in Jinguan, and sit down and discuss?"

Murong Fu smiled and cupped his hands:

"A solid wish."

……

This discussion lasted for more than a month.

At the end of spring, Murong Fu had already left Wudang Mountain before the Wudang faction team that had traveled thousands of miles to Guangmingding had returned.

Murong Fu benefited a lot from discussing Daoism with Zhang Sanfeng for more than a month.

Not only has the spiritual cultivation reached a higher level, but "Dou Zhuan Xing Yi" has also taken on a new look and climbed to a higher level.

Of course Zhang Sanfeng also benefited a lot.

Maybe in the future, not only his mind, but also his body will be able to reach the realm of the gods on land—Murong Fu even communicated to Zhang Sanfeng the way of inhaling spiritual energy and tempering his body.

Both spiritual realm and physical cultivation have reached the highest level in this world, so will Zhang Sanfeng have hope in the future, shattering the void and soaring in the daylight?

If this is true, then Murong Fu's trip can be regarded as indirectly creating a true god, and he might be able to reap an astonishing share of origin.

After going down the mountain.

Murong Fu untied Zhao Min's shackles, "The July period has come, Princess, you are free."

Zhao Min looked blank, "Freedom? Then...where should I go?"

Murong Fu smiled, "You can go wherever you want, it's your freedom."

Zhao Min was stunned for a while, and murmured: "But I have been with you for seven months..."

Murong Fu smiled and said: "Don't say that in the past seven months, I have not insulted the princess's innocence. Even if I did those things, according to the Mongolian customs, I don't care about it, right? Princess take care, I probably won't in the future Bye now."

After saying that, he waved his hand and turned to leave.

Zhao Min wanted to catch up, but how could he catch up?
All he could do was watch Murong Fu's back getting further and further away until he completely disappeared...

Staring at the direction where Murong Fu disappeared for a long time, Zhao Min burst into tears. She knew that she would never forget this fierce and domineering yet gentle and polite man in her whole life.

After half a day.

In front of the main gate of the Wudang School, Zhao Minchang knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily:

"Minmin is willing to abandon everything in the world, learn from the real person, and beg the real person Zhang to take him in..."

Zhang Sanfeng looked at the girl quietly, feeling a little sad.

After discussing with Murong Fu for more than a month, he naturally knew the girl's identity, and also saw the girl's complicated and subtle feelings towards Murong Fu.

"The martial arts of the Wudang School are not suitable for women to practice, and they have never accepted female disciples..."

Zhang Sanfeng originally wanted to say this, but he couldn't help heaving a secret sigh when he thought about the mental methods and boxing scriptures that Murong Fu had exchanged with him.

The Wudang sect does not accept female disciples, but on Wudang Mountain, there are still Taoist temples that accept Kundao...

……

May.

Murong Fu went straight to Yuan Dadu, relying on the sword of heaven, drove the palace for a long time, and beheaded the Yuan Emperor in the deep palace.

After some infighting, the crown prince was finally enthroned, and Murong Fu came again, beheading another king.

There was another internal struggle, and a new king succeeded to the throne. Murong Fu came again and killed another king.

The Mongolian and Yuan ruling strata, which had been fighting endlessly, were finally completely chaotic and torn apart...

In winter, Murong Fu returned to Wudang and handed the Yitian Sword to Zhang Sanfeng for safekeeping.

The Yitian Sword and Dragon Slaying Saber are called divine weapons in this world, but they have little meaning to Murong Fu.

His nine-section lightning rod is not inferior to a magic weapon in terms of strength, and it has various supernatural powers. It is also a magic weapon forged by him, which is more suitable for him than Yitian Sword and Dragon Slaying Saber.

Besides, he couldn't take away such physical dead things now.

When going down the mountain, a Kun Dao quietly followed Murong Fu and sent him down the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, Murong Fu gave a slight nod to the young Kun Dao who thought he would never see him again, and said: "Take care."

Kun Dao bowed his head and said softly: "The layman cherishes it."

Murong Fu smiled and left gracefully.

……

above Taihu Lake.

Heavy snow fell, and the banks of Taihu Lake were covered with silver makeup.

A flat boat floats on the surface of the lake. Murong Fu is wearing a cloak and a bamboo hat, holding a fishing rod, sitting cross-legged on the bow of the boat, with a calm mind, forgetting both things and himself, and the whole person gradually merges with the sky and the earth.

Suddenly, the space he was in was shaken, as if a stone had been thrown into the surface of the water, ripples and ripples appeared.

When the ripples gradually flattened and disappeared, there was no one on the boat...

　Yitian Juan was a big failure and ended in a hurry.Just like what some readers said, the routines of the infinite flow of the heavens are all badly written. No matter what copy or routine, it has been written over and over again by countless people. It has long lost its freshness and is even on the verge of death.I originally wanted to write something different and try to save it, but unfortunately it failed, so I had to end it in a hurry and sort out my mood by the way.Maybe the next dungeon will be better, maybe it will fail again, who knows?Writing the infinite flow of the heavens is one adventure after another, the protagonist is taking risks, and the author is also taking risks.If you dare to innovate, you must be prepared for sudden death.But there's no other way, it can't go on forever, can it?

　　
　
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