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Daoist Changhe gently put down the teacup, showed a smug smile, and said, "This is my apprentice, Wang Cheng, Dao number Yuan Ding...... You should know. ”

Wang Cheng greeted the three of them again.

The old Taoist priest, who looked about the same age as Changhe, also nodded lightly, looked at Wang Cheng, unabashedly his appreciation, and smiled: "Indeed, we must know that Wang Cheng, who is famous all over the world, is about to become the number one master in the world." I think there is no one in the world who doesn't know, and now I don't know how many people want to apprentice under Wang Cheng's disciple. ”

Wang Cheng clenched his fists solemnly and said, "Don't dare to be." ”

The old Taoist priest immediately restrained his smile, looked at Wang Cheng and nodded: "No, you can afford it, you are not only representing you personally, nor just representing your Martial Saint Mountain." You represent all the martial arts practitioners in my Chinese land, and you are the first in the world, so you have to stand up straight, and you must be able to afford it. ”

Wang Cheng's eyes flashed with light, he looked at the old Taoist priest very seriously, nodded and said, "Yes, what the seniors said is that the juniors are not thoughtful. ”

The tournament is organized by the official government, and it brings together the world's masters to compete in a martial arts. It represents the level of martial arts practitioners in the entire land of China, so the responsibility on Wang Cheng's shoulders at this time is indeed not only personal and teacher, but represents the face of thousands of martial artists in the entire land of China.

If he is defeated by masters from other countries abroad, others will definitely look down on the martial arts practitioners in the entire land of China. Thinking of this, Wang Cheng felt even heavier in his heart.

Changhe's gaze swept over the three of them and said, "Wang Cheng, this is the Huachen Daoist of Wudang Mountain." ”

Sure enough, it was from Wudang Mountain. Wang Cheng squeezed out a smile. Restrained the breath on his body. Said: "Wusheng Mountain Yuan Ding has seen Huachen Dao Chief. ”

The old Taoist priest Huachen returned to smiling again, shook his head and said, "You and I are both from the Daomen, we are a family, and we don't need so many etiquettes." This is the night of my nephew, you are all young people, move around more. ”

The young Taoist priest beside the old Taoist priest Huachen nodded slightly to Wang Cheng, and then clasped his fists and said calmly: "Poor Dao Divine Night." ”

Kamiya!

Wang Cheng's eyes instantly condensed, and the tiger aura on his body instinctively burst out. He'd heard the name. He is the first young master in Wudang Mountain, and his strength is extremely strong, far surpassing that of the Divine Machine.

It's just that Kamiya couldn't participate in the tournament for some personal reasons.

Therefore, some people in Wudang Mountain were a little dissatisfied with Wang Cheng, because the Shenji Taoist was not the first disciple of Wudang Mountain.

"I've seen Brother Shenyadao. ”

Wang Cheng also whispered to Shenye.

"The tiger is a great achievement, and it is gratifying. However, Yuan Ding, you don't have to indulge too much in the true meaning of the tiger, and if you lose yourself, you will lose more than you gain. ”

The old Taoist priest Huachen instantly felt the extremely strong tiger aura on Wang Cheng's body, and said solemnly with a frown. The eyes are very clear, as if he is mentioning the juniors he cares about very much.

The doubts in Wang Cheng's heart disappeared in a flash. I don't know why this old Taoist priest of Wudang Mountain cares so much about himself?

Could it be that this old Taoist priest is not an enemy of Wusheng Mountain?

Haven't Wudang Mountain and Wusheng Mountain been fighting for hundreds of years?

Wang Cheng smiled at the old Taoist priest Huachen and nodded in agreement, and immediately said no more, hurriedly collected his mind to control his breathing, calmed the tiger aura on his body, and stood quietly beside the master.

The expression of the old Taoist priest of Changhe gradually became solemn, knowing that Wang Cheng's practice of the Tiger Nine Style was estimated to have gone wrong, and the true intent of the Tiger on his body was a little irrepressible, he immediately felt a trace of worry in his heart, and frowned: "Okay, everyone, let's stop here today." ”

The old Taoist priest Huachen and the Shenye Taoist priest both stood up at the same time and said goodbye to Changhe, and they didn't stay for a moment, nor did they have any hostility towards Wang Cheng, and the two sides were very harmonious. This made Wang Cheng's heart even more confused, he had always regarded Wudang Mountain as a great enemy.

"Walk slowly, I've been staying here lately, and I can have a cup of tea when I have time. ”

Daoist Changhe said kindly to the two and his fellow Daoists, got up and sent the two down the stairs with Wang Cheng, and then looked at the one-armed Japanese old man who had been sitting there without speaking.

The atmosphere in the attic immediately became extremely oppressive.

Wang Cheng could clearly feel that the one-armed old man could be called a terrifying inner family cultivator, and there was a huge amount of power hidden in his body that looked a little emaciated.

Even if it is an arm, it is also among the top masters in the world. Even if Wang Cheng has now broken through the Tiger Nine style and his strength has increased greatly, he is definitely not the opponent of this one-armed old man, and it would be good to be able to walk through three moves in his hands.

"Then I'll take my leave, Changhe, congratulations on taking on a good apprentice. ”

The one-armed old man drank a cup of tea very calmly, and then got up and said to the old Taoist priest of Changhe lightly, and when his eyes swept over Wang Cheng, he did not hide his appreciation and a trace of envy.

Who doesn't want a disciple like Wang Cheng?

It's a pity that there is only one Wang Cheng in the world.

The old Taoist priest of Changhe also nodded proudly, and then said with a sigh: "Old fellow, I hope you can return to Japan alive." ”

The one-armed old man smiled very easily, and said, "It doesn't matter, even if I stay here and live to this age, I have no regrets, and I will pay off my debts to you." ”

"You don't owe us. ”

The elder Taoist priest of Changhe shook his head and said extremely seriously, with unquestionable certainty in his tone.

The one-armed old man walked to the top of the stairs, stopped, glanced at the old Taoist priest of Changhe deeply, sighed, and continued to go downstairs, leaving a voice: "No, I owe you too." Especially my country, my nation, I owe you too much, I can pay back as much as I can, old Taoist, there will be a period in the future......"

With that, the figure of the one-armed old man disappeared at the top of the stairs.

Wang Cheng's thoughts were keen, and the tiger aura on his body exploded again, and he hurriedly turned his head to look at the gate, and sure enough, he saw that the one-armed old man appeared at the gate almost in a breath, and then his figure flickered a few times, and disappeared from the field of vision, disappearing into the dim night.

The old Taoist priest walked to the railing, sat down silently, and continued to drink another cup of tea. Look at the sky outside that is getting darker. He said softly, "His name is Yoji Toyotomi." ”

Wang Cheng said in his heart, sure enough. There was no surprise in his expression. At the beginning, when he saw that the other party was an old Japanese man, his inner family cultivation was also terrifying, and he only had one arm, he had actually guessed it in his heart.

The older generation of Japanese masters who meet this condition is estimated to be only Toyotomi Yoji, Japan's second master a few decades ago.

It's just that when he looked at his master at this time, it seemed that this Toyotomi Yoji was also a little not simple, maybe not just the second master in Japan back then.

The old Taoist priest of Changhe glanced at Wang Cheng. asked: "Are you strange that I didn't meet Toyotomi Yoji and fought and killed, you are dead or alive?"

Wang Cheng nodded unabashedly and said, "Hmm." ”

The old Taoist priest of Changhe smiled, looked outside with some remembrance, and asked again: "Then do you know that Toyotomi Yoji was missing an arm back then, why was he able to return to China safely?"

Seeing Wang Cheng's thoughtful expression, the old Taoist priest of Changhe nodded again and said softly: "Yes, we let him go." Because he has not killed a single Chinese on the battlefield, and even saved many people. Already offended the fanatics of the Japanese military department. At that time, he had also been ostracized by the Tokugawa family and the belly family, and if we didn't let him return home. It is estimated that he will die under the sword of Hattori Keno. ”

Wang Cheng felt a little surprised in his heart, and then asked suspiciously, "Then why did he come this time?"

According to the news I got last time, didn't Yoji Toyotomi cooperate with Luo Qingsheng and rob the prison together?

The Changhe Taoist priest let out a sigh of relief, and said helplessly: "This is the reason why people are in the rivers and lakes and can't help themselves." Hattori Keno has been dead for ten years, he is now the number one master in Japan, and Iga Nagai is no match for him. Therefore, he has a reason to come, and he has to go to Longhu Mountain, and I don't know if he can return to China. ”

Wang Cheng's heart also instantly became heavy, and he couldn't help but show a sense of respect for the one-armed old man who was as tall as a pine and cypress.

Any nation, no matter what hurtful things this nation has done before, there will definitely be some respectable people among them.

Human nature is good after all.

For a while, the Changhe Taoist priest was also silent, drank two cups of tea again, and seemed to treat this tea as a drink, and his face was slightly red, and then he looked at Wang Cheng and said, "Is there a problem with your Tiger Nine Style?"

Wang Cheng nodded, and replied without hesitation: "Well, it's not a problem, it's just that after breaking through, it's a little too strong." I can't control it perfectly yet, so I've decided that in two days I'm going to dissipate the true intent of the fist and wait until later. ”

Daoist Changhe stretched out his hand, pinched Wang Cheng's wrist pulse and checked it, and immediately felt the powerful pulse and special rhythm, his brows also wrinkled directly, his expression became extremely serious, his eyes were surprised, and he said in a deep voice: "It is indeed too domineering and strong, that is, you can only stand here safely if you have achieved something in the Earth Evil Fist and Dragon Elephant Fist Technique, otherwise your body will not be able to hold on to it for a long time." ”

If it weren't for the Earth Evil Fist and Dragon Elephant Fist Technique that tempered Wang Cheng's body, the boiling qi and blood driven by the tiger's heartbeat after the breakthrough could turn Wang Cheng's body into a balloon, and he would end up in a broken body in minutes.

Wang Cheng nodded with a wry smile and said, "That's it, so I want to wait for the end of the martial arts competition, I will temporarily put down the Tiger Nine Styles, concentrate on cultivating the Earth Evil Fist Method and the Dragon Elephant Fist Method, and then find a chance to comprehend and practice this Tiger Shape Fist when these two Quanfei have made a breakthrough again." ”

Daoist Changhe withdrew his palm and carefully stared at Wang Cheng's whole body, with his spirit, he was naturally not afraid of Wang Cheng's fierce tiger aura, but he was also extremely surprised in his heart. It was hard for him to imagine that Wang Cheng's state of mind at his age could completely control such a strong tiger aura spirit.

That's the difference between a genius and an ordinary person.

Wang Cheng can practice boxing for three or four months to comprehend the state of mind of the Daomen, and he can't get started in boxing for the rest of his life.

The difference between people and people is not calculable.

"Well, you just have a good idea. ”

Taoist Changhe didn't say much about Wang Cheng's boxing cultivation, and now that Wang Cheng's martial arts training has embarked on his own path, it is not good for him to interfere arbitrarily. Immediately, his tone changed, and he said to the two Taoist priests just now: "The old Huachen Dao and the Shenye Xiaodao just now were sent by Wudang Mountain to compete with you this time, don't be careless, the Shenye Little Taoist has been in retreat in Wudang Mountain for two years, and his strength cannot be underestimated." If you lose to Kamiya, it won't be you who went to the Great Snow Mountain this time. ”

Wang Cheng was puzzled again in his heart, just now he didn't feel the hostility between Huachen Lao Dao and Shenye, and felt as if the other party was not here to challenge the martial arts, but to visit the guest.

"Huachen Niubi and I had some friendship back then, so you don't need to worry about anything. ”

Changhe Lao Dao seemed to see Wang Cheng's thoughts, and continued: "The master of Shenye is also a righteous and bright person, when you fight with Shenye, just stop at the point. ”

Wang Cheng suddenly agreed solemnly: "Okay, I know, master." ”

"Well, that's it, you go ahead and control yourself carefully. This is also a training for you, not only tempering your qi, blood and body, but also tempering your spirit and Dao mentality."

The old Taoist priest of Changhe waved his hand and said solemnly to Wang Cheng.

Wang Cheng respectfully clenched his fists and agreed, then turned around and walked down the attic.

Yang Qingyu was still sitting in the study reading a book, Zhang Shaoyun and Liu Shicheng, who had just come back, were practicing boxing in the courtyard outside, and the three of them were busy with their own affairs.

Seeing Wang Cheng go downstairs, Yang Qingyu immediately put down the Taoist classics in his hand and said, "Wang Cheng, are you hungry, I'm going to cook." ”

Wang Cheng walked to the study and sat down, smiled, and said, "Okay, cook more, I'm hungry." ”

The Tiger Nine Style is so strong, making Wang Cheng's strength skyrocket, and the price is to consume more energy. And the source of some energy is food, so Wang Cheng's appetite has increased again, and now it is estimated to be equivalent to the amount of food for fifteen people, and it is not enough to say that it is a big stomach.

Yang Qingyu smiled, liked this home-like feeling, got up and walked towards the kitchen that was rarely used in the back.

And Wang Cheng picked up the Daomen classics he brought and read them, wanting to use the Daomen state of mind to fight against the tiger's breath of the body, so as not to let his body get out of control.

However, under the suppression of the tiger aura that had already become a great achievement, Wang Cheng's Dao Sect state of mind could not be maintained intact.

Whether it is the pure yang of the Dao Sect or the state of mind of Wuwei, it is a bit of an invincible look, and it is suppressed and broken as soon as it is formed.

After all, Wang Cheng's Dao Sect Pure Yang and Wuwei state of mind have not reached the realm of Dacheng, and they have just comprehended it not long ago. He didn't regard the Daomen state of mind as a thing before, he just thought it was an auxiliary artistic conception, and it was easier to cultivate the Daomen Fist Method in this artistic conception.

After the completion of the Tiger Nine Styles, he knew that once the true intent of the fist technique was completed, the power would be incredible. Therefore, at this time, he also thought about cultivating the two Dao Sect states of mind to the Dacheng realm in the future.

As the old Taoist priest of Master Changhe said, Wang Cheng knew that now this was also an opportunity to temper the state of mind of the Daomen, so he immediately continued to recite the Daomen classics, gradually controlled his breathing to maintain the pure yang of the Daomen, and the qi and blood in his body were hot, and a round of scorching sun rose in his heart, constantly colliding with the tiger's breath, and immediately regrouped again after being broken.

Such a cycle seems to make his pure yang aura stronger and stronger, more and more condensed, and it is indeed an excellent way to cultivate. It's just that every time he is broken and reorganized, there will be a slight blow to his spirit, if it weren't for the many painful trials he has experienced, it is estimated that he will not be able to hold on to it all the time.

Therefore, this method can only be applied to him. (To be continued......)