Umbrella Travel to the Heavens

　　 A little bit of sparkle whirled quietly from Zhang Sanfeng's eye sockets, and when he was about to fall, he came back to his senses when he heard someone approaching, and his injury was relieved.

　　 Zhou Zhiruo approached lightly, and looked sideways at the two young men who were not wearing Wudang Taoist robes.

　　 Knowing a little bit earlier, she knew that one of the two should be Song Qingshu, the son of Wudang Song Yuanqiao, and the other should be Zhang Wuji, the orphan of Wudang Zhang Cuishan.

　　 Lian stepped down, turned and raised his eyes to see a slightly fat figure leading Wudang Six Heroes on her back. Zhou Zhiruo hurriedly removed the veil from her face to show her a nice face in salute.

　　 Then he saluted in his hand and spoke slowly, with a clear word of respect.

　　 "Emei disciple Zhou Zhiruo participated in Zhang Zhenren."

　　 Zhang Sanfeng turned around and replied with a little wit: "The anger of extinction is not so great, right."

　　 Strictly speaking, it seemed that it was a bit wrong and rude to say that the master was not in front of the apprentice.

　　 But Zhou Zhiruo didn't feel annoyed or annoyed when he heard it, but she smiled coincidentally.

　　 "Teachers have devoted themselves to studying Buddhism in recent years, and their cultivation has naturally improved."

　　 calmly defended the master's face and reputation, and did not rush into dissatisfaction with him.

　　 Zhang Sanfeng smiled with satisfaction, this generation of Emei disciples are not as unbearable as extinction, and her Emei can finally be passed on properly.

　　 Zhang Sanfeng's attitude was very good in an instant, and his words also brought some compliments.

　　 "You are very good at talking, and extinction received your apprentice for her fortune-telling."

　　 then he whispered and waved

　　 "Wuji, come take the Yitian Sword and return it to Emei."

　　 Hearing this, Song Qingshu's face immediately stiffened, and he took a deep look at Zhang Wuji.

　　 Zhang Wuji was still a little timid in this kind of scene. Without a word, he took the Heavenly Sword from Zhang Sanfeng and handed it to Zhou Zhiruo.

　　 Zhou Zhiruo is also the honest-looking young man who raised his head and fixed his eyes to look at the honest-looking young man in front of him.

　　 It is not a trivial matter for Wudang to return the Yitian Sword to Emei on this occasion, but Zhang Sanfeng used the near-term name Zhang Wuji to represent Wudang. The closeness and love contained therein are self-evident.

　　 Zhou Zhiruo knew in his heart that although Zhang Sanfeng had said that the head of Wudang was in Song Yuanqiao, he still had to decide who the next generation head was as long as Zhang Sanfeng was not dead.

　　 In other words, Zhang Wuji among the three generations of Wudang disciples is very likely to be the next head of Wudang.

　　 Zhou Zhiruo hurriedly smiled when he thought of here, showing his closeness.

　　 "Brother Wuji, are you the son of Zhang Cuishan and Zhang Wuxia?"

　　 thought in her heart, as soon as the young man in front of her answered, she would immediately babble out words such as "I admire Zhang Wuxia very much when I was young", and then further close the relationship between the two and leave a good impression.

　　 But Zhou Zhiruo knew that the death of his parents had always been Zhang Wuji's heart disease, and Zhang Wuji was a little stunned for a while.

　　 Before Zhang Wuji could answer anything, Song Qingshu jumped out impatiently.

　　 "Yes, Junior Brother Wuji is an orphan left by Uncle Five."

　　 After turning Zhou Zhiruo's gaze on him, Song Qingshu immediately bowed his chest and raised his head.

　　 "In the next Song Qingshu, my father is Song Yuanqiao, the head of the Wudang Seven Heroes."

　　 At this time, Zhang Sanfeng interrupted: "Zhiruo, you have come from afar, so just stay for two days. By the way, let my big apprentice Song Yuanqiao teach you a set of Wudang swordsmanship."

　　 Zhou Zhiruo was overjoyed when he heard the words, and leaned to express his gratitude: "Thank you Zhang Zhenren."

　　 Which school does not hide its own martial arts, and disciples of the same school with unknown roots and poor aptitudes will not pass it on, let alone pass it on to disciples of another school.

　　 Swordsmanship is not important, this honor and closeness is what Zhou Zhiruo valued.

　　 Within a few days, in a restaurant at the foot of Wudang, Li Xiu was inviting people to dinner again.

　　 He previously disguised as Wudang to deliver firewood, and disappeared for more than ten days inexplicably. How could Wudang wait for him not to change.

　　 Li Xiu was not stupid enough to beg that uncomfortable going back to chopping firewood, but the same trick was repeated and used a lot of money to buy the firewood to replace him.

　　The routine is old and vulgar, but it is so good.

　　 Li Xiu, a man who sees money as dung, has heard a lot from historical legends since he was a child, and occasionally saw it on TV, but in real life he is unlucky and has never seen it.

　　 Huang Cancan’s gold fell, and he was the master, not Wudang.

　　 After receiving the news from Wudang Houchu from Chaifu's mouth, Li Xiu's thoughts immediately became alive.

　　 Zhang Sanfeng retreats, and the Wudang Six Heroes are accompanying him to protect the law. Now Wudang is the head of Song Qingshu and manages all matters.

　　 Li Xiu wanted to go up the mountain to get the Yitian sword, but he has always been afraid of Zhang Sanfeng, saying that he is self-knowing or "from the heart".

　　 In short, in terms of internal strength, Li Xiu of Jiuyang Dacheng is confident to compete with Zhang Sanfeng.

　　 But Zhang Sanfeng might hang him up and hit him if he wants to hang him up, or hit him if he wants to hit the floor.

　　 It is really not too easy to beat him like kneading noodles, after all, there is a difference of nearly a hundred years of martial arts knowledge and practical experience between him and Zhang Sanfeng.

　　 And it is not an ordinary one hundred years of martial arts experience, he was chased by Shaolin when he was young, and after working hard to establish Wudang, he had to fight against the whole rivers and lakes. It can be said that he played from the nameless to the world without fail.

　　 In the original novel, Zhang Sanfeng brought Zhang Wuji to Shaolin and wanted to see Shaolin Jiuyang Gong. At that time, Shaolin meant: I have thousands of disciples from Shaolin Temple come together, and I don’t believe you Zhang Sanfeng can kill all of them cleanly.

　　The first big school of martial arts, Shaolin Temple, which has been passed down for hundreds of years, the first thought is not "If Zhang Sanfeng is rude, then take people down and ask the crime", but a kind of stubborn stubbornness, the big deal will kill the net.

　　 One person scared the whole Shaolin panicked. Looking at the world for hundreds of years, there has been, and there will be again!

　　Moreover, it is still a more peak stage in Zhang Sanfeng's life. He is about to create the title of "Real Man" without Shi Wuxue Tai Chi and Tai Chi Sword.

　　In a world where there is no element of cultivating immortals, the self-created path has shifted from martial arts masters to enlightenment and cultivating immortals, how terrifying and amazing!

　　 There is Zhang Sanfeng in Wudang, Li Xu is really not stupid enough to come to provoking and presumptuous.

　　 But now Zhang Sanfeng is in retreat, Wudang only has three generations of disciples and one Emei Zhou Zhiruo, and Li Xiu doesn't care about it at all.

　　 He sneaked into Wudang that night and waited for an opportunity to make a move.

　　 In the Wudang faction, there is a siege in an exquisite courtyard that has always been reserved for Wudang distinguished guests.

　　 Several ordinary Wudang disciples joined together to kick Zhang Sanfeng's pro-disciple Sun Zhang Wuji, who has always been very beloved.

　　 Zhang Wuji was beaten to the point that his face was blue and purple, and his body was covered with dirt, crawling on the ground embarrassedly.

　　, the fellow brother Song Qingshu smiled most happily and proudly. Zhang Wuji was so much loved by his master, and he didn't even dare to do too much on the face. How could he be so happy today.

　　 Zhou Zhiruo stood aside and hid his face and chuckled, also mocking.

　　 It was so bad that she thought Zhang Wuji was so loved and close by Zhang Sanfeng that it must be the next head of Wudang, so she hurried to talk more and even to please her.

　　 But who knows that Zhang Wuji was caught in the palm of the **** Xuan Ming eight years ago. He couldn't practice martial arts in his entire life, maybe how long he could live. How could Wudang let a disqualified person be the head.

　　 So then she accepted Song Qingshu's great courtesy, and agreed to his plan to collude with him to play a tease and bully Zhang Wuji.

　　 Amidst the dust, Zhang Wuji's heart was extremely bitter and beaten from time to time.

　　 He lost his father and mother since he was a child, and grew up in Wudang Sect since he was a child. The small place allows him to see through the warmth and warmth of human relationships, making him passive and more sensible.

　　 In addition to Master, who really loves himself and wants to resolve the mysterious cold toxin for him, there are also a few uncles and uncles who take care of him from time to time.

　　 Wudang's three generations of disciples did not have a good face at all.

　　 Seeing that he can't practice martial arts or rely on him, but he can be very close to his master, he is either ignored or bullied, especially the group of people led by fellow brother Song Qingshu.

　　 But what can he do, he can't beat and beat, is it like a seven-year-old boy who is going to give a letter to the teacher?

　　 "Master, uncle, he is bullying me."

　　 After knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger, if the group of people can think clearly, how could the first person to bully him appear.

　　 If the disaster doesn't happen to oneself, how can one's long memory be weakened.

　　 Over time, sooner or later, "Master and Uncle, someone is bullying me."

　　 How many times can he say it repeatedly, and it is not ridiculous?

　　 It doesn’t matter that he is laughed at, but this makes his parents’ spirits in the sky still have to suffer because of his popularity. Is he Zhang Wuji worthy of being a son of man?

　　 What's more, there is also a Song Qingshu in there. He has always respected the son of Bo Song Yuanqiao, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com is also the son of the current Wudang head, the third generation head of Wudang.

　　 Is that what he can sue? After sue, he will be more and more bullied.

　　 Zhang Wuji had originally thought very clearly that Master Hao is over a hundred years old this year, and Hao's first year is old, and his disrespectful thinking will end in life, and Master can live for a few years.

　　 If you have grievances, just endure it. Don't let your master worry too much in these years. Once your master goes there, he loses the strong internal strength to continue his life. When the cold toxin happens, he can't help but with his master.

　　 He always came here before, but today is different. Master and Uncle are not going to retreat for March. Song Qingshu has no scruples. Even if he is killed, he will have a lot of excuses for exemption.

　　Zhang Wuji is really a little panicked, these people no longer have the importance of starting, and if they don't resist, they may be beaten to death or tortured to death.

　　 Once I decided to resist, by the way, all the grievances and sufferings that had been accumulated over the past eight years also rushed to my heart, and my anger came from my heart for a while, and my face was flushed like blood.

　　Zhang Wuji fumbled for a stone brick from the ground, and swung it back, like a madman.

　　 First, Zhang Wuji did not expect Zhang Wuji to resist, and the other was that he was frightened by his desperate appearance, and several Wudang disciples couldn't help but retreat and scattered.

　　 Zhang Wuji was so angry that he couldn't stop it anymore, holding a stone brick in his hand and chasing a few Wudang disciples to fight, inexplicably gaining the upper hand.

　　 But the good times didn't last long, and Song Qing immediately went cold in writing, and shot viciously.

　　 hit Zhang Wuji back and forth again and again, and the stone bricks in his hand did not know where it fell.

　　 In the end, Song Qingshu kicked Zhang Wuji on the tree in the courtyard, and forced him to stop his neck from moving with his feet.

　　 Zhang Wuji is weak and frail after a few attempts but couldn't escape.