Chapter 14

A little bit of crystal is turning quietly from Zhang Sanfeng's eyes. When he is about to fall, he hears someone's step approaching, and he also comes back to his mind and restrains his hurt.

Zhou Zhiruo approaches lightly and looks at the two young people who are not wearing Wudang Taoist robes.

She knew that one of them should be song Qingshu, the son of song Yuanqiao in Wudang, and the other should be Zhang Wuji, the orphan of Zhang Cuishan in Wudang.

When the lotus step is settled, she turns and raises her eyes to see a slightly fat figure with a white head leading the six swordsmen of Wudang to face her. Zhou Zhiruo quickly removes the veil from her face to show her a good face.

Then the hand salutes, slowly opens the mouth, the word is clear, the language is respectful.

"Emei disciple Zhou Zhiruo took part in Zhang Zhenren."

Zhang Sanfeng turned around and said with a little banter: "the fire of extinction is not so big."

Strictly speaking, it seems impolite to criticize the master in front of his disciples.

Can Zhou Zhiruo listen to face not angry not angry, Qiao ran a smile.

"In recent years, the master has devoted himself to the study of Buddhism, and his self-cultivation has naturally improved to a higher level."

Quietly protect the master's face and reputation, also did not collide with dissatisfaction with him.

Zhang Sanfeng smiles with satisfaction. The Emei disciples of this generation are not as desperate as extinction, and her Emei can be properly inherited.

Zhang Sanfeng's attitude was very good in an instant, and his words were also full of praise.

"You are a good talker. You are a good apprentice."

Then he whispered and waved

"Wuji, take Yitian sword and return it to Emei."

Hearing this, song Qingshu's face was stiff immediately, and he took a deep look at Zhang Wuji.

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

Zhou Zhiruo is also a young man who looks simple and honest in front of him.

On this occasion, it's not a trivial matter for Wudang to return the sword to Emei. However, Zhang Sanfeng called Zhang Wuji to represent Wudang by his near name. The intimacy and love in it is self-evident.

Zhou Zhiruo knew that although Zhang Sanfeng had already passed on the leader of Wudang to song Yuanqiao, he had to make up his mind as long as Zhang Sanfeng was not dead.

In other words, among the three generations of Wudang disciples, Zhang Wuji is most likely the next leader of Wudang.

Zhou Zhiruo thought of this, quickly smile, said close.

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

She thought that as soon as the young man in front of her answered the question, she would immediately say something like "I admire Zhang Wuxia very much when I was a child", and then closer the relationship between them and leave a good impression.

But Zhou Zhiruo knew that the death of her parents had always been Zhang Wuji's heart disease. For a moment, Zhang Wuji was a bit stumbling.

Before Zhang Wuji could answer anything, song Qingshu could not wait to jump out.

"Yes, younger martial brother Wuji is an orphan left by fifth martial uncle."

After Zhou Zhiruo's eyes were drawn to him, song Qingshu held his chest high and raised his head immediately.

"In the next song Qingshu, my father is song Yuanqiao, the head of Wudang seven swordsmen."

At this time, Zhang Sanfeng chimed in: "Zhiruo, if you come from a long distance, please stay for two days. By the way, let my great apprentice song Yuanqiao teach you a set of Wudang sword techniques."

Zhou Zhiruo was overjoyed and bowed to express her thanks: "thank you, Mr. Zhang."

Which school doesn't hide their own martial arts, and the disciples of this school who are not well qualified and have unknown roots don't pass them on, let alone pass them on to the disciples of other schools.

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

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

He used to disguise as a firewood driver for Wudang, but he disappeared for more than ten days. How could Wudang wait for him.

Li Xiu was not stupid enough to ask for the uneasiness to get back the firewood chopping job. Instead, he did the same trick again and bought his successor with a lot of money.

The routine is old and vulgar, but it is better than others.

Li Xiu, who looks at money like dirt, has heard a lot about it from his childhood, from historical legends, and occasionally seen it on TV. But in real life, he is very unlucky and has never seen it.

If Huang cancan's gold falls, he is the master, not Wudang.

From Chaifu's mouth, Li Xiu got the news from Wudang's back chef, and his mind immediately became active.

Zhang Sanfeng was closed, and the six swordsmen of Wudang were escorted to protect the Dharma. Now Wudang is the leader of song Qingshu generation, who manages all affairs.

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

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

But in hand, I'm afraid Zhang Sanfeng can hang him up and fight if he wants to, or press him on the ground if he wants to.

It's really not easy to beat him like kneading noodles. After all, he and Zhang Sanfeng have nearly 100 years of martial arts knowledge and practical combat experience.

And it's not an ordinary hundred years of martial arts experience. Shaolin chased him when he was a child. After hard work in founding Wudang, he had to fight with the whole river and lake. It can be said that he has never been defeated since he was a child.

Originally, in the novel, Zhang Sanfeng took Zhang Wuji to Shaolin to ask for a view of Shaolin Jiuyang Gong. At that time, Shaolin meant that if thousands of disciples of Shaolin Temple went to Shaolin together, they would not believe that Zhang Sanfeng could kill all of them.

Shaolin Temple, the largest sect in Wulin, has been handed down for hundreds of years. The first idea is not "if Zhang Sanfeng is rude, he will take people down for questioning", but a kind of fierce internal stubble, which is a big deal.

One person is so scared that the whole Shaolin is flustered. If you look around the world for hundreds of years, have you ever had it or will it happen again!

Moreover, it is still a more peak stage in Zhang Sanfeng's life, which is about to create Taijiquan and Taijijian, the martial arts of the world, and hold the title of "real person".

In a world where there is no cultivation of immortals at all, it's amazing that the martial arts masters who created their own Taoism turn to the cultivation of immortals!

With Zhang Sanfeng in Wudang, Li Xu is not stupid enough to be aggressive.

But now that Zhang Sanfeng is closed, there are only three generations of Wudang disciples and one Emei Zhou Zhiruo. Li Xiugen doesn't pay attention to them.

That night, he sneaked into Wudang, waiting for an opportunity.

In Wudang school, there is a round up in a delicate courtyard which has always been a noble guest of Wudang.

Several ordinary Wudang disciples kicked Zhang Wuji, Zhang Sanfeng's beloved disciple.

Zhang Wuji was beaten black and blue on his face, covered with soil, and scrambled to hide on the ground.

Song Qingshu, the elder martial brother of one side, was most happy and proud. He was so loved by his master that he didn't dare to go too far. How could he be so happy today.

Zhou Zhiruo stood aside and covered her face with a smile.

Thanks to the previous thought that Zhang Wuji was so loved by Zhang Sanfeng, she must be the next leader of Wudang. She quickly talked more and even flattered him.

But who knows that Zhang Wuji was in the charge of xuanming eight years ago. He can't practice martial arts all his life. How long can he live? How can Wudang let a useless man be its leader.

So after that, she accepted song Qingshu's great hospitality, and agreed to his decision to collude with him to play a good role, tease and bully Zhang Wuji.

The dust filled his body. From time to time, Zhang Wuji felt bitter.

He lost his father and mother since he was a child. He grew up in Wudang school. It's not a big place. But he can see through the warmth and coldness of human feelings and make him more sensible.

In addition to the fact that Shigong really loves himself and wants to dissolve xuanming cold poison for him, there are several martial uncles who take care of him from time to time.

None of the three generations of Wudang disciples gave him a good face.

Seeing that he was unable to practice martial arts and had no support, he was extremely close to his master. He was either ignored or bullied, especially the group led by his elder martial brother song Qingshu.

But what can he do? He can't fight. Is it like a seven-year-old boy going to make a notice to his uncle?

"Shigong, Shibo, he bullied me."

If that group of people can think clearly about the benefits and benefits after knocking down the mountain and shaking the tiger, how can they be the first to bully him.

How can a man's memory be restrained if he is not in trouble.

Over time, sooner or later, there will be "Shigong Shibo, someone bullies me."

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

It doesn't matter that he is laughed at, but this makes his parents in heaven, but because he is influenced by people, he is worthy of being a son.

What's more, there is a song Qingshu in it. He is the son of song Yuanqiao, the master he always respected. He is also the son of the current leader of Wudang and the third generation leader of Wudang.

Is that what he can accuse? After one accusation, his jealousy will grow again, and he will be bullied even worse.

Zhang Wuji had thought very clearly that Shigong was more than 100 years old this year. He was very old. He thought irreverently that people's life would come to an end. Shigong could still live for a few years.

If you feel aggrieved, you should bear it. Don't let Shigong worry too much these years. As soon as Shigong goes away, he doesn't have enough internal power to continue his life. Once the cold poison breaks out, he and Shigong are helpless.

He used to come here in this way, but today is different from the past. His master and uncle are not here and are going to be closed for three months. Song Qingshu has no scruples. Even if he is killed, he has a lot of excuses.

Zhang Wuji is really a little flustered. These people are no longer important. If they don't resist, they may be killed or tortured to death.

As soon as he decided to resist, all the grievances and sufferings accumulated in the past eight years also came to his heart, and his face turned red and bloody.

Zhang Wuji fumbled for a stone brick from the ground and swung it back. It looked like a madman's random wave.

One was that he didn't expect Zhang Wuji to resist. The other was that he was frightened by his fateful appearance. Several Wudang disciples could not help but retreat and scatter.

Zhang Wuji was angry and could not stop his anger all his life. He chased several Wudang disciples with stone bricks in his hand, and somehow gained the upper hand.

But it didn't last long. Song Qing's writing was cold and fierce.

A few times, he beat Zhang Wuji back and forth, and he didn't know where to drop the stone brick.

At last, song Qingshu kicked Zhang Wuji on the tree in the courtyard, and forced him to his neck with his feet to make him unable to move.

Zhang Wuji was weak and weak. He tried several times and didn't escape.