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Chapter 99 Junior Brother Wuji, this Sunflower Book... [Please subscribe]

On Wudang Mountain, the breeze is warm.

It is a good time to practice.

In front of Zixiao Palace, several disciples were practicing. Under the leadership of a middle-aged man in Taoist robes, they performed a set of boxing techniques superbly.

"I have practiced so much that my body resembles the shape of a crane. Two scriptures are written under a thousand pines. When I come to ask questions, I can only say, "The clouds are in the sky and the water is in the bottle."

These four poems express the essence of Wudang's songhe boxing method, which is as tall and straight as a pine, as graceful as a crane, you need to practice hard, so as not to fall into the prestige of Wudang. "

The middle-aged man walked steadily, his voice was full of vigor, and his body was elegant. It was everyone's happiest thing that he personally practiced the essence of Songhe boxing.

As for the Songhe Boxing method he practices, it is both an external skill and an internal skill. Therefore, although it is a boxing method, it can also be used to practice internal skills.

There are many martial arts in Wudang, but following the principles of Taoism, most of the martial arts are upright and peaceful. Although this Songhe boxing method takes a long time, the effect is slow.

But Miao didn't have the risk of going mad during the practice, the further back, the faster the internal strength will advance, and every move when facing the enemy, there will naturally be internal strength attached to each other, this is the magical power created by Zhang Sanfeng, the ancestor of Wudang.

Most of the disciples of the third generation practice this skill.

As for the middle-aged man who leads the disciples to practice, it is none other than Song Yuanqiao, the leader of the Seven Heroes of Wudang who has long been famous in the world!

In the past 20 years, Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang, practiced in seclusion all the year round, and did not participate in the management of the sect. Most of the affairs of the sect were managed by his apprentice Song Yuanqiao.

Although Song Yuanqiao is not the leader of Wudang yet, as the leader of the Seven Heroes of Wudang, he is gentle and elegant, and always tries his best to help others when they ask for help.

Song Yuanqiao is stable, down-to-earth, modest, and elegant, quite a gentleman's demeanor, and his prestige and status in the world is far higher than that of the general sect leaders.

Managing sect affairs on behalf of Zhang Sanfeng, Song Yuanqiao seldom led his disciples to practice kung fu these years, and today he also sneaked in on a whim.

As the saying goes, you can become a teacher by reviewing the past and learning the new. This is the case with Wudang Kung Fu. The more you practice, the more you can understand its essence, and you can often understand more of its true meaning.

Song Yuanqiao practiced his fists and kicks, with all kinds of feelings in his heart. He was busy dealing with sect affairs, eliminating friction with Shaolin Temple, looking for juniors, and dealing with a generation of thieves in Hubei.

Suddenly, Song Yuanqiao glanced away from the corner of his eye.

However, when the three generations of disciples were practicing seriously, a young man with disheveled Taoist robes and no shape was lying on a mat in the corner.

With all four legs in the air, he was sleeping soundly.

Song Yuanqiao was furious, and he jumped over the crowd in three steps, and when he came to the young man and saw his face, his three corpses jumped in anger, his hands and feet trembling.

It turned out to be his own son.

The leader of the three generations of Wudang disciples, Song Qingshu.

"evil creature!"

A loud and clear voice echoed from Wudang Mountain for a long time, and then Song Yuanqiao, who has always been mild-tempered, flew up and hit Song Qingshu's buttocks.

But he saw Song Qingshu rolling several times in the air, and then lying down in the grass. After a while, a face that seemed to be awake but not awake, with a confused look, came out.

"Father, why did you kick me?"

Song Qingshu saw Song Yuanqiao.

Song Yuanqiao took two steps forward and grabbed him by the collar, "Nizi! How many times have I said it, you should be called Master in formal occasions!"

Song Qingshu curled his lips.

Song Yuanqiao scolded you so sternly that he couldn't stop at all, "Look at how lazy you are. It's not like a master practicing kung fu and an apprentice sleeping. I'll punish you by going to the Sutra Pavilion to copy the scriptures a hundred times. You won't be allowed to eat until you finish copying!"

Song Qingshu was about to speak when someone suddenly came over. It was the little Taoist boy who was serving Zhang Sanfeng. He stopped Song Yuanqiao and said, "Master, please wait a moment. Please let me go to Grand Master first. Grand Master said that he has something to talk to." explain."

Song Yuanqiao's anger subsided a little, and he glared at Song Qingshu and said: "Since master is looking for trouble, why don't you go quickly? You also need to tidy up your clothes. How can you look so sloppy!"

Song Qingshu murmured, "Grand Master probably wasn't much better than me back then, the key point is that he is not as caring as a father like me..."

"Evil! What did you say?"

"Hey, let's go, Grand Master is waiting in a hurry, that's a crime!" Song Qingshu hurriedly dragged Xiaodaotong to Zhang Sanfeng's retreat.

During this period, Song Qingshu did not forget to pat him on the shoulder and said, "Thankfully, junior brother, you came in time, otherwise I would have gone to copy scriptures."

Daotong smiled all over his face, "Senior brother is also true, knowing that the senior uncle treats you the most severely, how dare you make him angry?"

It's strange to say that Song Yuanqiao's son, two and a half years ago, had always been very well-behaved and highly talented. He knew everything about Wudang martial arts and practiced hard. He had always been Song Yuanqiao's pride.

For some reason, he was seriously ill two and a half years ago, and he didn't get better after seven or eight days of illness. Song Yuanqiao was so anxious that he made an exception and asked his master Zhang Sanfeng to go out for treatment.

Zhang Sanfeng brought Song Qingshu to him for diagnosis and treatment, and he gradually improved within half a month, and his body became stronger day by day.

After this illness, his personality changed a lot. He lost the enthusiasm for practicing martial arts in the past and often fell asleep. Song Yuanqiao thought that he had just recovered from a serious illness, so he shouldn't blame him too much.

Unexpectedly, since then Song Qingshu has become more and more detached, playing in the mountains, wandering around, and never practiced with three generations of disciples.

Song Yuanqiao was quite critical, and was about to discipline him, but he didn't expect that after the child's personality changed, Zhang Sanfeng liked him, and he often asked him to give advice.

In addition, Song Yuanqiao was in charge of the sect's affairs, and over time he didn't pay much attention to it. Who would have thought that he would accidentally become interested today, only to see his originally well-behaved son turn into such a lazy look.

On the other side, look at Song Qingshu again.

He didn't care about Song Yuanqiao's scolding.

After all, he is no longer the Song Qingshu before, but Zhang Jingyun who came from another world and broke through the mysterious barrier between heaven and earth.

Zhang Jingyun looked at everything in front of him.

"Unknowingly, it's been two and a half years... My identity is much better than Yue Buqun, the third generation leader of Wudang, one of the two super sects in Jianghu!"

Zhang Jingyun completely replaced Song Qingshu's identity. Compared with Yue Buqun, who was only accompanied by Ning Zhongze after the Huashan Sect sword fight, Song Qingshu's situation was much better.

It can even be said that it is perfect.

There is no need to work hard like Yue Buqun to manage the sect and revive the reputation of Huashan, because today's Wudang Sect has achieved its ultimate level.

Even if Shaolin Temple didn't dare to say that it was superior to Wudang, and claimed to be on an equal footing in front of it, it was because Zhang Sanfeng thought of Master Jueyuan's kindness in imparting kung fu.

In addition, except for Feng Qingyang, all the ancestors of the Qing generation above Yue Buqun died in the battle of sword energy, so they had no backers at all.

As for Song Qingshu, the Seven Heroes of Wudang standing above him are already powerful in the world, and Song Yuanqiao's identity is equal to that of Xiang Ping, the head of the famous sect.

The higher it gets, the better it gets.

Zhang Sanfeng, a monument in the world of martial arts, an insurmountable mountain, was already an extremely powerful person who shocked the martial arts world more than 70 years ago.

Now I don't even know how strong Zhang Sanfeng is, just because Zhang Sanfeng killed all the powerful enemies back then, and he never had an opponent.

Zhang Sanfeng can almost be called the No. 1 boy after Bodhidharma, even Huang Chang and Wang Chongyang are far behind him.

The second-generation disciples are all powerful in the world, and the Wudang Patriarch is the best in the world today. Zhang Jingyun doesn't know what else he has to work hard for.

Doesn't it smell good when you lie down?

At most, he can take some time off to study his own martial arts, so Zhang Jingyun's mentality is completely free, free from any constraints, and free and easy.

As for what to do next.

Completing system tasks, stirring up troubles, or planning magical skills were not what a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child at that time should do.

That's right, two and a half years of happy life.

Zhang Jingyun is only 16 years old now. Counting the time, Zhang Wuji is probably rushing back from Binghuo Island at this time.

After all, Zhang Sanfeng's [-]th birthday is coming soon.

Now, everything has not started yet.

When he came back to his senses, Zhang Jingyun had already arrived at the place where Zhang Sanfeng's retreat was located deep in the bamboo forest at the back of the mountain. It was densely covered with trees and shaded by greenery. There was no sound at all except for the occasional chirping of birds.

Next to Zhang Sanfeng, Zhang Sanfeng's little Taoist boy stopped immediately. He only served Zhang Sanfeng and only served food. Normally, he would not go in and disturb him if it was not important.

Zhang Jingyun gently opened the door and walked in. What he saw was a tall old man with a ruddy complexion and white beard and hair.

This person is Zhang Sanfeng, the No. 1 martial artist in today's martial arts world. He is wearing a purple shirt and has broad eyebrows, especially a pair of eyes that are particularly crystal clear.

Zhang Jingyun felt more and more that Zhang Sanfeng was younger than two and a half years ago, especially his skin, which was about to turn a hundred years old, did not have a single wrinkle.

"Qing Shu pays homage to Grand Master!"

Zhang Jingyun was about to kneel on the ground and kowtow when suddenly, like a gust of wind, Zhang Sanfeng appeared in front of Zhang Jingyun the next second.

"Okay, okay, don't put in so much red tape. Your father is not here. Come and see if this is what you said."

Zhang Sanfeng's face was glowing red and he pulled Zhang Jingyun away. When he came to the desk, Zhang Jingyun saw a black lump of ointment with a delicate fragrance placed on it.

"Oh? When did Grand Master go to the Western Regions?" Zhang Jingyun was slightly surprised, then he lit a little ointment and put it on his hand, smoothing it and feeling it carefully.

"Of course it's when you're sleeping."

Zhang Sanfeng joked that everyone on Wudang Mountain knew about Zhang Jingyun's sleeping skills, and only Song Yuanqiao was the last to know.

Others thought that Zhang Jingyun was favored by Zhang Sanfeng, and they all consciously or unconsciously helped Zhang Jingyun to smooth things over. That's why Song Yuanqiao didn't pursue Zhang Jingyun in the past two and a half years.

Zhang Jingyun smoothed the ointment.

After smelling it repeatedly and then feeling its medicinal power, Zhang Jingyun was able to judge the efficacy of the ointment in an instant with his perfect skills in traditional Chinese medicine.

"That's right, it's Black Jade Intermittent Ointment, it's not poisonous!" Zhang Jingyun said with certainty, a rare look of excitement appeared on the latter's face.

"I have tested the efficacy of the medicine. Break the rooster's legs and apply ointment the size of a fingernail. It will be completely healed in a day or two. Just make sure it is not poisonous."

Zhang Sanfeng was completely relieved.

Nearly a hundred years old, Zhang Sanfeng asked himself that there was nothing in this world that could tie him down. His martial arts reached its peak, his sect flourished, and his life was complete.

However, there are still two things that have always been thorns in my heart, and even Zhang Sanfeng is worried about them. The first is that the third apprentice Yu Daiyan has his bones broken and his martial arts are completely crippled, and the second is that the fifth disciple Zhang Cuishan has disappeared for ten years.

Among them, Yu Daiyan was particularly miserable.

Ten years ago, Yu Daiyan was slaughtering bandits in the rivers and lakes. By chance, he learned the news that the Dragon Slaying Knife was alive. Seeing many people robbing the Dragon Slaying Knife and dying, Yu Daiyan decided to take it back to Wudang for preservation.

Unexpectedly, because of this, there were side effects, and people plotted against him. Finally, on the way back to Wudang, the King Kong Gate of the Western Regions used the King Kong Finger to abolish the martial arts.

Now Yu Daiyan has been paralyzed for ten years.

The former Three Heroes of Wudang became today's cripples, which was a huge blow to Yu Daiyan. Even at the age of [-], Zhang Sanfeng was still trying his best to cure Yu Daiyan.

Fortunately, the sky is endless.

Zhang Sanfeng finally got the news of Heiyu Intermittent Ointment, and even learned of the origin of the person who hurt Yu Daiyan, so Zhang Sanfeng went down the mountain.

Zhang Sanfeng has not been to Wudang Mountain for decades. He did not hesitate at all for Yu Daiyan. Looking at Jin Yong's martial arts world, Lao Zhang is the best to his apprentices.

"The Vajra Gate..."

Zhang Jingyun couldn't help but ask.

"Those evildoers are not in the Vajra Sect. Although they know where they are, it is not easy to kill them. I killed all the other murderers of the Vajra Sect at once."

What Zhang Sanfeng said was calm.

Anyone who thinks that Zhang Sanfeng won't lose his temper is totally wrong, Zhang Sanfeng's good temper is always towards his own people.

Anyone who breaks his bottom line.

The consequences are also simple, just one person.

"I've taken back the black jade intermittently anointing the old Taoist priest. Should you fulfill your promise, baby, and tell me a thing or two about how you know these secrets?"

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Zhang Jingyun with burning eyes. Two and a half years ago, he suddenly fell into a coma. Song Yuanqiao and others were helpless, and finally alarmed Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanfeng personally inspected Zhang Jingyun's physical condition, and was shocked. There was an extremely tyrannical force in his body that was destroying wantonly.

The meridians were completely destroyed, and both the Ren and Du meridians were broken. On the Jianghu, this was an injury ten times more serious than Yu Daiyan's.

But Zhang Jingyun somehow still had life in his body, and could even resist the destruction of that force. Zhang Sanfeng was really puzzled.

What's more, he didn't understand why such a change happened in Song Qingshu's body when he was so big. Although he didn't understand, he still rescued him.

The strange power was the most difficult he had ever seen, and it took half an hour to get rid of it. At this time, Zhang Jingyun also began to recover slowly.

The meridians in the body are recovering automatically.

Zhang Sanfeng couldn't understand this strange phenomenon. There are many healing techniques in the world. The most powerful kungfu is the Dali Duan's Yiyang Finger in the past, but he has never heard of a kungfu that can restore meridians so quickly.

Zhang Jingyun was confused for a while.

Although breaking the gate of heaven and earth and crossing the world again, the tyrannical power of heaven and earth still seriously injured his body.

Fortunately, with the golden pupil, the spiritual energy was automatically repaired, and he was in a stalemate with that power for a while. It was not until Zhang Sanfeng removed the power that he completely recovered.

Then he accepted all Song Qingshu's memories. At this point, Zhang Jingyun also knew where he was and who the old man with white hair and childlike face was in front of him.

Zhang Sanfeng's concern and the fusion of his new identities made Zhang Jingyun understand that he has an inseparable connection with the Wudang faction...

Seeing Zhang Jingyun's silence, Zhang Sanfeng continued: "When I arrived at the Vajra Sect in the Western Regions, none of the masters in our sect knew about the black jade discontinuous ointment. Only a few eminent monks knew that it was a sacred object in the sect."

So here comes the problem.

How old was Song Qingshu? How did he know?
Zhang Jingyun pondered for a moment, he would tell Zhang Sanfeng sooner or later about the Black Jade Intermittent Ointment, and he could make up a few reasons, it was nothing more than walking down the mountain twice and saying that he accidentally saw it in some ancient book.

But for some reason, when Zhang Jingyun saw him for the first time, he had a feeling that if he made up nonsense in front of Zhang Sanfeng, he would definitely be discovered.

This feeling is not an illusion.

Zhang Jingyun has practiced Neijiaquan and reached the state of divine transformation. He has already been exposed to the sixth sense and can feel the cicada before the autumn wind moves.

It is an exaggeration to say that there is no prophet.

But in some aspects the perception is indeed far beyond that of ordinary people.

And who is Zhang Sanfeng?

Inner boxing was developed by Zhang Sanfeng. At such a high level, one might be able to tell at a glance whether others are lying.

Zhang Jingyun then asked Zhang Sanfeng to go to the Diamond Gate first, wait until he found the black jade intermittent ointment, and then try to fool him to see if it was what he guessed.

After thinking for a while, Zhang Jingyun said: "It's weird to say, Grand Master may think it's absurd, but some memories popped up in my mind inexplicably..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Sanfeng said excitedly: "So, this is a great opportunity to unlock Su Hui, the wisdom from past lives.

This has long been said in Buddhism.

Su Hui will show it when she encounters opportunities in this life. This is innate wisdom, innate intelligence, no wonder you keep silent, this is really hard to understand!
But the old Taoist has lived for hundreds of years and has never seen any strange things. He has wisdom in his past life. If you believe it, there will be it. If you don't believe it, there will be nothing. If it happens, then this is a good thing. "

Zhang Jingyun opened his mouth...

This ability of brainstorming is faster than his current compilation.

"As expected of Grand Master, you can explain such a mysterious matter clearly in a few words, it should be exactly what you think."

Zhang Jingyun said immediately.

Zhang Sanfeng suddenly became interested, and asked Zhang Jingyun: "Kai Suhui has a bright future, and is most suitable for practicing the old-fashioned Pure Yang Wuji Kungfu.

Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu is best practiced in a child's body. Although one can achieve success in practicing it after losing one's body, it loses its purity.

Your muscles and bones are already mature, and I didn’t want to pass it on to you at first, but the people who have opened Su Hui are extraordinary. Do you want to learn and give it a try? "

Zhang Jingyun said, "Thank you so much, Master."

Zhang Jingyun has long heard the name of the Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu, and the Nine Sun Magic Kung is highly praised by people all over the world. However, Zhang Sanfeng’s self-created Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu is more pure than the internal force of the Nine Sun Kung Fu. Wouldn’t it be a pity not to learn it?
After Zhang Sanfeng taught the formula of Chunyang Wuji Kung Fu, he brought the black jade intermittent ointment to treat Yu Daiyan's injuries. He probably couldn't wait any longer.

There is no need for Zhang Jingyun to go there.

With Zhang Sanfeng in Yu Daiyan, he will recover soon, and he should also consider the way forward, and Zhang Wuji's family will come back soon.

The Wudang faction will also continue to experience twists and turns.

Zhang Jingyun sighed, "Pretty women are good, but they will also bring a lot of trouble. For the sake of less trouble in this world, those beautiful women who cause disasters should be surrendered by yourself!"

As for Zhang Wuji!
There are so many women around who can't give a home, so it's better not to provoke them. When Zhang Wuji is injured by Xuanming God's Palm, his life is dying, and there is only one kung fu that can cultivate the inner strength of yang to get rid of the cold poison in his body.

Isn't it a coincidence.

Zhang Jingyun happened to have a magic skill.

Zhang Jingyun could even think of the situation that day, "Junior Brother Wuji, I have a Sunflower Book that can help you resolve the Xuanming Divine Palm!"

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