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Wang Cheng watched Ming Xuan's master and apprentice go out of the door, and after disappearing on the mountain road, he turned around and shook his shoulder, his joints made a crisp sound, and his dislocated arm immediately regained his mobility.

He took a few steps to stand in front of Master Changhe, and did not speak.

Changhe glared at Wang Cheng angrily and said in a deep voice: "Your wings are stiff, can you ignore me, the master?"

Wang Cheng lowered his head and said softly, "No." ”

"Humph!"

Seeing Wang Cheng's appearance in such a low voice, and the appearance of the injured wolf on his body, Changhe was a little angry in his heart and couldn't vent it, so he could only snort coldly, and then looked at the Martial Saint statue standing outside the small courtyard in front of him, and shouted: "Martial Saint Mountain, no one has ever let the apprentice replace his own affairs." ”

"Now and later. ”

Wang Cheng said in a low voice again.

Chang Heteng stood up, almost couldn't help but step forward and slap Wang Cheng, but finally couldn't help but sit down again. Glaring at Wang Cheng, he felt that he couldn't do anything with this apprentice now, he had nothing to say in any way, and this reckless action was also for his good, and immediately said in a deep voice: "The four halls of Wudang Mountain, the True Martial Palace, the Taiji Palace, the Seven Star Palace, and the Sanqing Hall where the head is located, each hall master is a top master, among which the master of the Sanqing Hall is even more powerful as the master, and it is indeed difficult to fight against these four hall masters and other masters one after another with my strength." ”

"Since you want to meddle in the external grievances of Wusheng Mountain now, then let me tell you about the grievances between my Wusheng Mountain and Wudang Mountain, as well as Shaolin. ”

Wang Cheng raised his eyebrows, looked up at his master Changhe, and asked in surprise: "Master, we still have a grudge with Shaolin?"

Changhe looked at Wang Cheng's wolfish appearance, frowned, and said, "Are your injuries okay?"

Wang Cheng shook his head, showed a hint of a smile, and said: It's okay, it's just some internal injuries. Master, you should know that after I practiced the Earth Evil Fist and Dragon Elephant Fist Technique, the internal qi and blood transportation has been almost perfect, although the time is still short, but just now Ming Xuan Dao Chang also made a hasty move, so my current injury is not serious. ”

"Pay more attention to yourself, it seems that it is indeed a wise move for me to leave one of the exercises of the old monk Mingde to you. In a few years, your inner cultivation will be even more profound, and after twenty years, you should not lose to me. ”

Daoist Changhe showed a hint of relief and said lightly.

In twenty years, he was able to top up to his seventy or eighty years of cultivation, which was not only the effect of the combination of Wang Cheng's several exercises, but also because Wang Cheng's comprehension was wonderful, and he comprehended the relationship between the pure yang of the Daomen, and the reason why he was several levels higher than the Changhe Taoist in terms of foundation.

In the heart of the Changhe Taoist, at that time, Wang Cheng can truly become the top master in the world and provoke the pillar of Wusheng Mountain.

Wang Cheng nodded and said, "Master, you can definitely see that day." ”

Daoist Changhe finally showed a smile, shook his head, and softened his tone, "Who knows? Shaolin seized the opportunity and sent a master to my Wusheng Mountain to worship the mountain, my master Xuanding's remaining strength at that time was less than eleven, and he would die in battle, and it would damage the reputation of my Wusheng Mountain. ”

"So, at that time, my master Xuanding Daoist escaped the challenge of Shaolin by pretending to be dead, announced his death to the world, and never went down the mountain again. It was at that time that I really started to learn martial arts, but unfortunately I was not qualified enough and my brain was not as smart as yours. Ten years later, when my master died of exhaustion of qi and blood, he was with his eyes open. He was afraid, afraid that I would not be able to hold up Wusheng Mountain, and I didn't dare to look at those eyes at that time. ”

Speaking of this, Changhe's voice also trembled, very emotional, very nostalgic, and his thoughts were very complicated. He looked up at the sky and said in a low voice: "Wang Cheng, if it weren't for the war, maybe Wusheng Mountain would have completely disappeared in my hands. ”

Wang Cheng's expression was puzzled, and he didn't know what the master meant by this.

Shouldn't the constant wars and turmoil in the land of China have caused great harm to all martial arts sects? Isn't it because of the wars of all dynasties that many ancient martial arts traditions in China have been lost?

At this time, Yang Wuji and Zhang Shaoyun both hurriedly ran in. The two of them were relieved to see that Changhe and Wang Cheng's master and apprentice were all right, but when they saw Wang Cheng's wolfish appearance, they both showed a slightly worried look.

Both stepped forward at the same time.

"Master. ”

"Nagatsuru Dao Chief. ”

The two saluted the Taoist priest of Changhe at the same time.

Daoist Changhe nodded lightly, and said lightly to Yang Wuji: "Wuji, you go to the Taoist temple in front of you." ”

Yang Wuji paused for a moment, and said in his heart I just let me go as soon as I entered the door? However, he turned his head and looked, and he was an outsider present, knowing that Daoist Changhe had something to deal with in the door. So he could only smile, then respectfully clasped his fists again and saluted, turned and walked out.

Zhang Shaoyun wanted to speak and stopped, thinking to himself if he should also avoid it? He had only been in the door for less than a month, and he didn't have any strength, he had never regarded himself as a disciple of Wusheng Mountain, and he didn't belong so strictly.

Daoist Changhe spoke again: "Shaoyun, you stay, although you are at most an outer disciple, but you also carry the mark of Martial Saint Mountain, you can stay and listen to the affairs of our Martial Saint Mountain." ”

Zhang Shaoyun glanced at his master Wang Cheng, and then said respectfully: "Yes, master." ”

The Changhe Taoist priest continued to say to Wang Cheng: "The war made many martial arts sects in China choose to escape from the world, Wudang Mountain, Shaolin, Emei, etc. have closed the mountain gate, because the wars of the past dynasties have made many masters disappear, and the remaining martial arts sects are afraid. Therefore, this makes our Martial Saint Mountain have not encountered the challenge of these sects for nearly a hundred years. ”

"However, at that time, I was the only one under the Martial Saint Mountain Gate. My master Xuanding didn't blink an eye, because he thought that Wusheng Mountain had broken off the inheritance in his hands, and I chose to go down the mountain at that time, and many people thought that I would die in the war, and then Wusheng Mountain would disappear completely. ”

Taoist Changhe smiled bitterly, and there was a sad look in the depths of his eyes, as if he felt funny for the innocent choice back then, and also felt sad for his master Xuanding.

But who knew this would be his chance?

Without the tempering of war, it is not certain that he will have the strength he will have later. With Changhe's Taoist background, he knew that if it weren't for the pressure of the war at that time, he might not be able to truly practice the Earth Evil Fist Technique.

Moreover, if he didn't have the experience of war, he would definitely not be in a high position later, let alone have the opportunity to suppress many other sects in an official capacity after the founding of the country.

"A few hundred years ago, when Zhang Sanfeng did not establish Wudang Mountain, the land of China was respected by Shaolin in the north and Wusheng in the south. Shaolin and our Wusheng Mountain have always had some disputes, just because Shaolin is a Buddhist gate, and our Wusheng Mountain is also the foundation of the Daomen, so the means on both sides are not fierce, and the general competition is also point-to-point. ”

"Since the Tang Dynasty, our Wusheng Mountain has had a dispute with Shaolin, you come and go, and there are winners and losers for each other. But overall, most of the times when our Martial Saint Mountain wins. Later, during the Song Dynasty, we encountered foreign invasions, and we gradually let go of the gap and participated in the war together with the general righteousness of the nation. It's a pity that the imperial court is corrupt, and the major martial arts sects can't fight against Jin Ge Iron Horse with their own strength after all, that is the most lost martial arts essence in my Chinese land, many sects have been wiped out, the foundation of martial arts has been destroyed, and our martial arts mountain also has two top masters who died in the war at that time. ”

"Later, in the event of a war to change the dynasty, the remaining martial arts sects will be wise to protect themselves, and we and Shaolin will suffer huge losses, and the dispute will be indifferent. However, around a hundred years, Shaolin and we will also have some nominal exchanges. Wudang Mountain Mingxuan has already come to worship the mountain today, so the people of Shaolin will not be far away, and they may appear at the foot of Wusheng Mountain before and after the martial arts conference......"

Hearing this, Wang Cheng, who had been quiet, suddenly interrupted his master's words, and said sternly: "Master, let me come." ”

Changhe glanced at Wang Cheng and said, "Shaolin has stood for thousands of years, and after several wars, the incense has become more and more vigorous. My Martial Saint Mountain has been here for two thousand years, and in the end, there are only a few of us left, do you know why?"

Wang Cheng thought about it for a moment and replied, "Because we are away from the world?"

Changhe nodded and said, "Yes, after the end of the Song Dynasty, before me, our Martial Saint Ancestors will not have any contact with those in power. Shaolin as early as a thousand years ago there was a legend of the stick monk saving the Tang King, after the end of the Song Dynasty, although they avoided the war, but they will also be friendly with the authorities, get a lot of support and benefits. That's why I chose to go down the mountain and join the WTO and participate in the war of the great era, just to get a chance. ”

"Later, several of the disciples I accepted also participated, and then they all passed away for various reasons. Now there are two left, and they will not come back to the mountain. ”

"And back then, Shaolin also chose to escape the world this time, and it was not until more than ten years ago that they began to enter the WTO, so they will definitely come to my Wusheng Mountain again in a short time. ”

Wang Cheng's expression was stern, and he thought of a lot in his mind, and the only Shaolin monk he had ever seen flashed in front of his eyes. In his impression, the strength of the monk Wuxin is acceptable, but it is average, and it is worth noting that the blood is strong and the foundation is very solid. It can be seen that Shaolin martial arts should also be based on the foundation in the early stage, and there is not much difference in progress from the martial arts of Wusheng Mountain.

"Master, don't worry, as long as the people of Shaolin dare to come, I will definitely win the battle. ”

Wang Cheng said firmly to his master Changhe: "You don't need your old man to go out in person. ”

Changhe looked at Wang Cheng, put away his complicated thoughts, looked at Wang Cheng, and said in his heart that there was such a disciple, and his life was worth it, so he laughed at the moment and said, "You have no strength when I am old?"

"Of course not, the master's strength is still used to do great things. Just leave these little things to the apprentice. ”

Wang Cheng also joked.

"I know my body, you don't need to make decisions for me. I won't pursue today's matter, and if there is a next time, I will deal with it according to the door rules. ”

The old Taoist priest Yan sù came down, glared at Wang Cheng and shouted.

Wang Cheng and Zhang Shaoyun showed curious looks at the same time.

Wang Cheng asked, "Master, what are the rules of our Martial Saint Mountain?"

"Back then, I once violated the door rules, and my master asked me to sweep the floor in the Taoist temple for half a year, which was also the only time I was punished by the door rules. Later, I broke the door rules, and no one punished me......"

The old Taoist priest shook his head, looked at Wang Cheng's master and apprentice, sighed and said, "You two, if you violate the door rules, follow the old rules and go to the front to sweep the floor." ”

Zhang Shaoyun smirked and didn't speak. He felt that he was so obedient that it was unlikely that he would break the door rules.

Wang Cheng said: "Master, don't worry, if I break the door rules, let Shaoyun stay in the Taoist temple to clean." ”

Zhang Shaoyun's face suddenly turned bitter.

The old Taoist priest shook his head, glared at Wang Cheng, and said, "Don't bully Shaoyun honestly, the door rules or something, look at my mood of the old Taoist." Although my Wusheng Mountain is a Taoist gate, it is not an orthodox Taoist temple, and there are not so many rules and precepts, as long as you don't kill innocents indiscriminately, deceive teachers and destroy ancestors, and kill each other with the same door. ”

"Yes, the disciple wrote it down. ”

Wang Cheng sternly agreed.

Zhang Shaoyun also nodded with a stern face, indicating that he would also keep it in mind.

The old Taoist priest snorted and said, "Okay, today's matter is over." Since you asked yourself to face Wudang Mountain, and Ming Xuan of the True Martial Palace also agreed, then I will also fulfill you this time. You still have a year to go, prepare well, and don't lose the face of our Martial Saint Mountain Ancestor when the time comes. ”

Wang Cheng immediately nodded again and solemnly agreed.

The old Taoist priest continued: "There is also this martial arts competition. As he spoke, he paused, thought for a while, and said in a deep voice: "Back then, Shaolin went to my Wusheng Mountain, but I didn't get anything because my master pretended to be dead. It stands to reason that in the past 100 years, they should come to worship the mountain before Wudang. But they have not appeared in Jiangzhou so far, I guess Shaolin must be going to meet you at the martial arts conference, after the martial arts conference, they will see the opportunity to act again, choose whether to come to worship the mountain. ”

"Shaolin has been standing for thousands of years and is still so strong, because they have been very smart and not radical in the past. So, when you meet Shaolin disciples, remember to be careful. In the face of others, they may retain the compassionate attitude of Buddhism and show mercy, but in the face of our people from Martial Saint Mountain, they will definitely go all out to win, and when the time comes, you don't want to show mercy!"

Wang Cheng was slightly shocked in his heart, kept this point firmly in his heart, and nodded: "Don't worry, master, I know." ”

"Okay, you still have injuries, go back and take care of yourself. ”

After saying so much, the old Taoist priest waved his hand again and began to drive people away.

Wang Cheng smiled disappreciatively, he was already accustomed to the master's directness, and said goodbye with his fists: "Okay, then master, you have a good rest, and Shaoyun and I will go first." ”

Zhang Shaoyun also respectfully saluted the old Taoist priest, and then followed his master Wang Cheng to turn around and leave the small courtyard.

Wang Cheng walked out of the gate of the small courtyard step by step steadily, and just turned away from the sight of his master Changhe Daoist, his figure immediately became sluggish, and his steps were a little messy, and he hurriedly fell on the body of his apprentice Zhang Shaoyun.

Zhang Shaoyun was startled, and hurriedly supported his master Wang Cheng with both hands. As soon as he wanted to speak, Wang Cheng covered his mouth, shook his head at him, and signaled not to speak, not to let the long crane in the yard hear it, Zhang Shaoyun's eyes widened and he nodded hurriedly, indicating that he understood.

Only then did Wang Cheng let go of Zhang Shaoyun and helped his apprentice to the path, with a poof, a mouthful of sticky blood couldn't help but spit on the grass, and his face became blood-red, and he kept exhaling and inhaling for a long time, using the qi and blood of Da Zhou Tian to regulate the qi and blood and make up for the internal injuries in the viscera.

"Master, are you alright?"

It had already been a long distance away from the small courtyard before Zhang Shaoyun asked worriedly, deliberately lowering his voice.

Wang Cheng let out a long breath of turbidity, his whole body became hot, shook his head, and said to his apprentice: "It's no big deal, it's a minor injury, and it's fine to raise it for a few days." ”

Zhang Shaoyun nodded, but he didn't quite believe it. In his impression, it was rare for his master Wang Cheng to be injured and vomit blood, and he had hardly seen it.

And now this is still in front of the master and the crane Taoist, who are all so seriously injured.

It can be seen that before he came, Wusheng Mountain faced a strong enemy.

Yang Wuji saw Wang Cheng's master and apprentice coming out on the Taoist temple, and hurriedly ran over, looking a little anxious, seeing Wang Cheng vomiting blood, he looked shocked again, and asked, "Wang Cheng, are you okay?"

Wang Cheng squeezed out a smile, took a step, shook his head and said lightly: "It's okay, let's go back, just raise it for a few days." ”

Yang Wuji frowned and said worriedly: "There are two days left before the martial arts competition." ”

"Two days is enough, don't worry. ”

Wang Cheng said confidently.

One of the four hall masters of Wudang Mountain, the strength of Ming Xuan Daoist, the hall master of the True Martial Palace, is not a joke. At that time, Ming Xuan was not full of Wang Cheng's move, but he definitely had sixty percent strength. If it was Yang Wuji who faced Ming Xuan at that time, I was afraid that he would have broken his muscles and bones at this time, and he would lose his qualification to practice martial arts in the future.

Wang Cheng practiced the three basic boxing methods of Wusheng Mountain, and comprehended the pure yang of the Daomen with the integration of the three boxing methods, and also practiced the Earth Demon Boxing Method, the Dragon Elephant Boxing Method, and the Tiger Nine Styles that comprehended the true meaning of the core tiger, and Zhang's Taijiquan.

These boxing methods are the top internal boxing methods in the world, especially the cooperation of Daomen Pure Yang, Earth Demon Boxing, and Dragon Elephant Boxing, which almost makes Wang Cheng's internal family flawless, coupled with the effect of several breakthroughs in the Tiger Nine Style, so Wang Cheng can bear Ming Xuan's deliberate move this time, and at that time, he could still rely on his qi and blood background to maintain a state of nothing for so long in front of Changhe.

However, after this battle, Wang Cheng's comprehension of the inner family has also improved to a new level, and the pure yang of the Dao Sect in his heart has become extremely hot, and Da Zhou Tian has carried it down, and his whole body has become hot. Zhang Shaoyun next to him was next to his master Wang Cheng, and a layer of sweat permeated from the hot body skin.

Yang Wuji also felt the obvious heat wave in the air, and looked at Wang Cheng and asked worriedly: "Wang Cheng, are you sure it's okay?" Your body temperature has risen a lot, and now it may be forty degrees!"

The average person's body temperature of 40 degrees is a high fever and is life-threatening.

Wang Cheng didn't squeeze out a smile this time, he was carrying his qi and blood wholeheartedly, and the breath he exhaled was very long and heavy, blowing to the ground and the grass was lying down, shaking his head and saying, "I'm fine, let's go." ”

In two days, Wang Cheng is confident that he should be able to recover more than eighty percent of his injuries this time, and it should be enough to deal with the early stage of this martial arts competition. The tournament is not over in a day, and in progress, Wang Cheng can also recover from his injuries, as long as he is given another day, it will be enough.

Yang Wuji and Zhang Shaoyun followed Wang Cheng left and right, Wang Cheng's qi and blood were running at high speed, and he did not support his apprentice Zhang Shaoyun, relying on his own feet to go up the mountain. The two people next to him kept up with Wang Cheng's pace, paying attention to Wang Cheng's state, afraid that he would fall down at any time due to his injuries.

Jingle Bell ......

At this time, Yang Wuji's phone rang, and he hurriedly took out the phone, he looked at the number, his expression changed slightly, and he said, "Did you get off the plane?"

"Captain, we just got off the plane. ”

A hurried voice came from the phone.

"Is the injury serious?"

Yang Wuji asked again.

The voice continued to come from the phone: "It's okay, it's not dead yet." ”

"It's good to be alive, as long as you don't die, you can be saved, so has the mission been completed?"

Yang Wuji's tone relaxed for a moment, and he hurriedly asked again.

"I'm sorry, captain, we didn't watch the people, let them run away on the way. And they have also tracked our whereabouts, and they may soon be in Jiangzhou as well. ”

The voice on the phone was apologetic, self-reproachful, and worried.

Yang Wuji looked at Wang Cheng's injury and frowned. R1152